Yu Yi replied, “I used to serve a lady who always did this.”
Ding Jingman happily looked in the mirror for a while, then suddenly asked, “A Ju, was that lady good at styling herself?” This had won Feibaai’s heart. If she could style herself well, she was sure she wouldn’t be inferior to Yu Taoge.
Yu Yi smiled, “That lady was known as a socialite.”
Early the next morning, Ding Jingman appeared at the dining table in this attire, seeing Tu Feibai’s admiring gaze and Yu Taoer’s jealous eyes, which made Ding Jingman extremely happy.
Chapter 20 Warlords of the Republic (2)
Yu Yi taught Ding Jingman how to stand, sit, and walk to highlight her figure. Ding Jingman had practiced these for many days. Yu Yi instructed her to describe everything as if she had seen how that socialite behaved, avoiding being too direct.
Yu Yi hinted that the socialite rarely got angry and always maintained a charming smile, even when angry, paying attention to her image. With just a glance of suppressed anger, she could make men willingly do her bidding.
Ding Jingman practiced expressions in front of the mirror, focusing on how to look angry.
That evening, Tu Feibai came home around eight or nine o’clock. As he got out of the car, he heard faint music from the house, becoming clearer as he walked up the steps. He recognized it as a song by a popular singer.
Entering the downstairs living room, he saw Ding Jingman dancing alone, moving as if with a partner, extending her arms and spinning to the song’s rhythm.
She wore a well-tailored apricot-yellow cheongsam that traced her elegant curves, her enchanting eyes half-closed, a sweet smile on her face, completely absorbed in the dance and unaware of his return.
A slight smile crossed Tu Feibai’s face as he quietly approached her, extending his hands, his left hand grasping her raised palm, his right arm encircling her waist.
Ding Jingman was startled, her eyes wide. Recognizing Tu Feibai, she smiled shyly, a blush rising to her cheeks: “Feibai.”
Tu Feibai hushed her and began dancing with her. Ding Jingman was secretly delighted, and to hide the triumphant gleam in her eyes, she lowered her gaze.
A’Jie’s method was indeed effective.
