Deviant: No Longer Human

"Ah-uh..." Wenxi, who had been letting him hold her, stepped away with a graceful motion.

She carefully used a white handkerchief to delicately brush off the spot where his fingers had touched her shoulders.

\'Who drinks in the morning?\' Yue thought, bewildered.

She glanced at Juliana, who was not known for drinking, and then turned her attention to Lisa.

"Ahem, we\'re—hiccup—not drunk at all, pretty girls!" Lisa smiled enchantingly, her charming eyes shimmering like morning dew as she waved her hands with a carefree gesture, urging them to disregard her state and continue as if nothing were amiss.

"Mother... you..." Juliana couldn\'t help but clutch her temples, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

"Mother?"

Wenxi and Yue exchanged glances, their expressions filled with astonishment.

They had assumed the pair were sisters, but the discovery of a mother-daughter relationship shifted their gazes inevitably towards Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao\'s eyes flickered uneasily. "Alright, alright, I said not to disrupt any homes... She is the final one," he confessed, his voice carrying a tone of resigned finality.

"Just like the seventeen \'final ones\' that emerged in the past four months..." Wenxi murmured under her breath, a delicate blush blooming across her snow-white cheeks, reminiscent of an apricot flower flourishing amidst the winter snow.

"You are not aiding me at all, Wenxi..." Wang Xiao\'s voice carried a strained melody, his smile tight as he turned his gaze upon Yue.

"The marriage is from one of my friends. If you wish to host it, affirm with a nod now, or I shall find another," he declared with an air of finality.

In truth, he had not orchestrated any deep schemes; the proposal had simply appeared, as if by fate, on her desk.

"Your friend?" Yue\'s eyes blinked twice, reflecting a ripple of surprise in the still waters of her mind.

"Why can it not be so?" he countered smoothly.

Yue\'s voice softened into a whisper, "Qian Ruixin... Is this not the name of a woman?"

"And she is indeed my friend. Do you see an issue with that?" Wang Xiao\'s reply was seamless, lying effortlessly.

"Oh," Yue\'s expression shifted to one of puzzled surprise.

She could hardly imagine that any woman close to her father would not be captivated by his charm, unless she was as unassuming as a caterpillar.

A female friend — Yue had always harbored doubts that her father could sustain a purely platonic relationship.

"Okay, I would do it," she resolved, her hand lifting gracefully into the air as if to set forth a condition. Yet, before she could articulate her terms—

"Perfect."

Wang Xiao reached out, his fingers gently cupping her face, and bestowed upon her a kiss as tender as a petal\'s touch.

The fleeting sweetness lingered like the taste of spring dew.

Yue\'s cheeks flushed a delicate rose, her words momentarily lost in the swirl of emotions before she regained her composure.

"I will need help; I cannot manage this alone," she stated, her gaze clear and determined, fully aware of her limitations yet unafraid to voice them.

Wang Xiao, prepared, responded smoothly, "That is precisely what Lisa is here for; feel free to utilize her at will."

Lisa, as if perfectly timed to the scene, swayed her waist gracefully into the mix and approached, "Greetings, I am Lisa, mother to Juliana. You may address me as Aunt Lisa," she declared with a warm smile, her voice as inviting as a spring breeze.

She refrained from mentioning her royal title as the Queen of the Netherlands, for in the presence of these figures, such distinctions held little weight—they were mere whispers against the roar of their own legacies.

As the enchanting woman in verdant silk approached, a subtle, seductive fragrance wafted through the air, wrapping around Yue like a gentle mist.

Yue, momentarily captivated, introduced herself with a hint of caution, "Xiaoyue," her gaze inadvertently drawn to the majestic breasts on Lisa\'s chest.

Lisa harbored hopes of being warmly embraced as \'aunt\' on this day, yet the lofty heights of familial acceptance within their crystalline palace seemed remote, making her sigh in disappointment.

Unbeknownst to her, the daughters of Wang Xiao were not easily swayed to bestow the title of \'aunt\'—a sacred term reserved for those who earned a special place in their father\'s alliances and affections, regardless of Lisa\'s earnest efforts.

Indeed, Wang Xiao often wielded his daughters\' selective acceptance as a strategic pretext, yet the truth lay in the silent agreement that only his explicit nod could bestow the honorific \'aunt\' upon any individual.

It was merely a play between father and daughters, leaving bystanders perplexed.

"Okay, let the preparations commence, girls!" Wang Xiao declared, feeling as though he had smoothed over the situation. However, he then remembered Wenxi and turned to address her.

Adorned in ethereal light blue attire that seemed to repel the dust of the mortal world, Wenxi stood with an air of untouched grace, her hair mirroring the pristine whiteness of winter frost.

"What are your demands?" he inquired with a stern voice.

"Oh..." Wenxi suddenly recalled she was still holding the signboard and, with a flick of disdain, discarded it as if shedding an unwanted burden.

Bam!

The signboard struck the ground, and she meticulously cleaned her fingers, each swipe as precise as a calligrapher\'s brush, though her hands already gleamed with an otherworldly whiteness.

Observing his daughter\'s meticulous cleanliness habbits, Wang Xiao didn\'t knew whether to laugh or cry.

Once finished, she nonchalantly shrugged. "I was only accompanying her," she gestured towards Yue, her voice carrying the innocence of a fresh spring breeze.

"Do you... want a ride?" she then inquired, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she brandished the keys to a BMW.

Wang Xiao, pondering the offer, nodded with thoughtful approval.

"Mm..." Wenxi acknowledged, dismissing any further discussion as she led the way to the parking lot, with Wang Xiao in tow.

As for Yue, her arrival had been in the company of Mary.

Upon reaching the parking lot, Wang Xiao\'s gaze was drawn by a white BMW adorned with blue stripes.

At first glance, the machine radiated a charm and strength that didn\'t quite match its form—not a car, but a sports bike.

"Where should I drop you?" Wenxi inquired, her voice as melodious as flowing water, after she donned her helmet and ignited the bike\'s engine.

"Wherever you are going," Wang Xiao responded with a casual shrug, mounting the bike behind her.