City of Streamer - Chapter 33

Du Lanxin’s face was pale, and she didn’t speak for a while.

Just then, the footman walked past them with a large dinner plate. On the plate was a late-night snack, hot silver noodles, topped with scallion-flavored mutton sauerkraut. As soon as Du Lanxin smelled this smell, her face changed greatly, and she immediately covered her mouth.

“Why…” As soon as Rong Jia opened his mouth, Du Lanxin pushed him away. She hurriedly ran into the bathroom by the stairs and slammed the door.

Rong Jia chased after him, and through the thin door, he heard the sound of violent vomiting. He stopped in amazement.

Du Lanxin gasped, staring at her pale face in the glass mirror. The woman in the mirror was young and beautiful, but unfortunately her face was haggard and her eyes were full of panic.

She has been a wealthy daughter since birth, living a pampered life. The Du family are very open-minded and are willing to send their daughter to a church school. After graduating from high school, she studied in the United States and Japan, not only met the world, but also talked about a dozen boyfriends. Because of caution, nothing happened. But often walking by the river, accidentally wet shoes. She never thought that after returning to China, she would fall into the water at this time!

There was a knock on the door, and Rong Jia asked in a low voice, “Are you all right?”

Du Lanxin pulled a tissue, wiped her mouth vigorously, and turned to open the door.

“There should be something wrong with the seafood for dinner.” Du Lanxin squeezed out a smile, “I don’t feel very well, and I want to go back first. You apologize to my uncle and aunt for me.”

Rong Jiashang stared at her silently for a moment, and then took her to the door, “It’s only a few days before the charity auction. If you’re like this, if you can’t come…”

“Of course I can.” Du Lanxin smiled bitterly. “Your old lover, Miss Hashimoto, is waiting for my seat to be vacated so she can fill it up. I can’t let a Japanese woman take the apology.”

The driver drove the car over, Rong Jia opened the car door, and sent Du Lanxin into the car.

“Lanxin,” Rong Jia put her hand on the car window, and said to Du Lanxin in a sincere tone, “Hashimoto Shiori’s methods are not very bright, you should be more careful. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the doctor, don’t delay the minor illness. become seriously ill.”

Du Lanxin’s nails sank into her palm, and she squeezed her teeth into Rong Jia with a vicious smile.

“Don’t worry, I will never come into your house with a disease!”

Feng Shizhen returned from the tomb-sweeping, and only spent two quiet days at home. He was only halfway through reading a newly borrowed book, and was picked up by a driver sent by Xiao Baoli.

Arriving at Xiao Baoli’s modern and gorgeous new apartment, when Xiao Baoli saw her shabby clothes, she exclaimed exaggeratedly, “Bodhisattva, are you going to dress like this to attend the reception at Qiye’s house?”

Only then did Feng Shizhen remember that he had promised to attend the premiere reception of Xiao Baoli’s new movie. Because of Meng Xian’s investment, the reception was held in his mansion.

“If you don’t have a skirt, will you be okay if you don’t go?” Feng Shizhen was not interested in that kind of reception full of strangers.

Xiao Baoli smiled and clapped her hands, “Seventh Master really expected things like God, I knew that you would refuse to go because you didn’t have a skirt. So—”

She opened a box on the table and took out a coral-pink gauze dress with star-studded pieces.

“Pretty?” Xiao Baoli looked proud.

“Okay…” Feng Shizhen tried hard to organize the words, “What a bright color…”

“Bright is right!” Xiao Baoli said, “I can’t get used to your old-fashioned clothes at such a young age. This time I must dress you up as the most fashionable beauty to scare everyone. Jump.”

“If you want to be scary, just pretend to be a female ghost.” Feng Shizhen nagged, and was dragged by Xiao Baoli to the bedroom to change her skirt.

Xiao Baoli is like a little girl dressing up a doll. She first gives Feng Shizhen clothes and shoes, then she applies grease and powder with her own hands, and then asks her royal perm master to perm Feng Shizhen’s very fashionable curly hair.

“It’s still the last step.” Xiao Baoli opened a new lipstick, holding Feng Shizhen’s delicate chin, and smearing it on her lips. The rose-red lipstick made Feng Shizhen’s entire face instantly glow with a delicate brilliance.

Feng Shizhen was pulled by her to stand in front of the full-length mirror. In the mirror stood a radiant young girl with a pink dress and red lips, black hair like clouds, and her eyes filled with autumnal waves. There is no girl who does not love beauty, even if it is a Cinderella who can only be beautiful for a few hours. Feng Shizhen looked at the bright, bright and refined girl in the mirror, and his mood, which had been depressed for a long time, suddenly improved a lot.

“You still have the ability to turn corruption into magic.” Feng Shizhen praised Xiao Baoli with a smile.

“That’s because you were born well, you buried yourself.” Xiao Baoli opened the cabinet again, and there were more than ten pairs of hairbands, including pearls, rhinestones, and lace, which were extremely beautiful and eye-catching. Xiao Baoli chose for herself a headband with rhinestones and fringes, and seeing Feng Shizhen’s thick black hair, she chose a pair of pearls with feathers.

Feng Shizhen admired Xiao Baoli’s jewelry cabinet and sighed, “Your net worth is enough for you to last a lifetime.”

“What are these?” Xiao Baoli waved a sparkling pink square diamond in her hand and said, “This is a gift from Rong Dingkun. This little thing is worth a small garden building.”

Feng Shizhen was taken aback, “You and him?”

Xiao Baoli snorted disapprovingly, “Don’t worry, I’m a female star now, not a courtesan, but I won’t let a man enter the house just because he gave him some jewelry. If I want to be good with a man, it must be an open discussion about marriage. “

“Rong Dingkun should not divorce easily.” Feng Shizhen said.

“There are so many wealthy Xiaokai and young talents in Shanghai, who would want to marry a half-old man like him?” Xiao Baoli sneered.

Feng Shizhen pondered for a moment, and said, “Rong Dingkun is very polite to women in face, but he only treats women as objects, and he is not relentless in destroying them. Lier, I know you should be with him for the sake of the seventh master. Contact. But you also have to protect yourself.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Xiao Baoli picked out the perfume, “You think Rong Dingkun is pursuing me, do you really like me? It’s not just a woman who wants to rob the seventh master. When it comes to acting, I’m no worse than you! Come, try this scent!”

Feng Shizhen knew that he had withdrawn now, and pointing fingers would only make people annoying, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking about this topic.

Xiao Baoli opened a bottle of champagne, and the two sat on the soft sofa, drinking and laughing. When the sky turned dark, the driver sent by Meng Xian honked the horn downstairs in the apartment. The two girls sprayed each other with perfume and walked downstairs with a smile.

Meng Xian is also the son of a wealthy family, and he has several properties in Shanghai alone. There are small manors in the suburbs, and new-style apartments in the downtown area of ​​the concession. The place where the reception is held today is his base in Shanghai, a large English-style villa on Yuyuan Road.

This Victorian-style mansion has four floors, at least more than 20 rooms, the front and rear gardens are extra spacious, and there is a swimming pool in the backyard. Because it was midwinter, the reception was held inside the house. Heating was on in the palatial house, and the bright halls were crowded with jeweled guests. A brilliant Italian crystal chandelier hangs in the living room, which illuminates the water-milled marble floor tiles.

Waiters in neat uniforms walked nimbly among the raucous guests on silver trays with wine. Handsome young students, glamorous female stars, and executives of film companies are chased by newspaper reporters, flashing lights one after another. Literati and painters chatted and laughed, while businessmen and politicians toasted.

This is a noisy world, a microcosm of the entire Vanity Fair in Shanghai.

“She is coming!”

With a low voice, Xiao Baoli appeared like a queen. Her golden off-the-shoulder evening dress was like a cut out of the sun, and the jewelry she was wearing reflected a dazzling light in the light. And Feng Shizhen followed her low-key and walked into the hall.

The noisy voice faded and then rose again. Stunning, jealous, and contemptuous eyes were cast one after another. Reporters left their previous interviewees behind and swarmed.

“Miss Baoli, the film released today is your second film. Do you have any estimates for the box office?”

“Miss Xiao, I heard that you and Miss Lin didn’t get along on the set. Is it true?”

“Miss Baoli, look this way!”

“I heard that you and the third son of the Song family are dating, will you get married?”

Xiao Baoli smiled at the flashing spotlight and answered the question with ease.

“Of course I hope that the box office can be a barley… Miss Lin and I are good friends, how can you be unhappy? Miss Lin is a veteran of the film festival, and I still have a lot to learn from her… Song Sanshao is young Talented, but we’re just friends…”

The reporter still wanted to ask, but Meng Xu’an’s rich voice overwhelmed everyone: “Miss Xiao is an important guest today, and I’m still waiting for her to unveil the show. If you stop her like this, it will delay the auspicious time.”

The crowd separated, Meng Xian in a neat suit walked out slowly, took the hand that Xiao Baoli handed over, bent down and kissed the back of his hand. The two held hands and walked away in envious eyes.

Feng Shizhen dispersed with the crowd and found the buffet table. She ate two small cakes and saw her favorite cheese dessert ahead. Just as he was about to look for it, a familiar voice sounded behind him with a smile.

“Why are you eating every time you meet Miss Feng at the dance?”

Feng Shizhen turned back in surprise. Wu Yunchi, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, was wearing a very modern short suit with white teeth, with a big back and champagne in his hand, and gave her a kind sneer.

“That’s obviously because you have figured out my habits.” Feng Shizhen spread his hands and said with a smile, “Young Master Wu, long time no see.”

Wu Yunchi kissed the back of her hand in a gentlemanly manner. From behind him, a girl wearing a red heavy silk cheongsam jumped out and said with a smile, “Sir, and me!”

“Fanghua?” Feng Shizhen was even more surprised. How could a girl from the Rong family appear at the Meng family’s dance?

“Dad approved it. In order to reward Fanglin and I for being admitted to the Chinese and Western Nursery School, let us come to see the stars!” Rong Fanghua pointed to the side happily, “Fanglin and eldest brother are over there.”

Rong Fanglin was holding Yang Xiucheng, as happy as a little chipmunk who discovered the Hazelnut Kingdom. Rong Jia took Du Lanxin and walked behind them. After meeting Feng Shizhen’s eyes, he nodded politely. #####

Ninety-nine

Du Lanxin was wearing a royal blue western-style dress, showing her clean shoulders and arms, wearing the big shiny engagement ring on her hand, pink face and red lips, and her makeup was very rich. Feng Shizhen hadn’t seen her for a long time, and found that she seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the heavy fat powder could not cover up the haggard complexion.

“Miss Feng, I didn’t expect to see you here.” Du Lanxin said with a smile, looking at Feng Shizhen’s exquisite dance dress, “This dress looks like that of a Polish tailor on West Sichuan Road. Craftsmanship. Unexpectedly, Miss Feng has left the Rong family, and her life is getting better and better. “

Rong Jiashang immediately frowned in displeasure.

Feng Shizhen smiled generously and said, “That’s because the friends I have made are all generous, and they can always let me borrow beautiful dresses.”

Rong Fanglin pulled Yang Xiucheng over and said with a smile, “I always thought that Mr. Feng dressed up like this would be more pleasing to the eye. It would be nice to see you more at dance parties in the future.”

Du Lanxin sneered softly: “You Miss Feng have many friends, so the dresses you borrowed will not be the same.”

These words were even more explicit, and even Rong Fanglin’s face sank.

Rong Jia lightly tugged at Du Lanxin and said, “Didn’t you just say you wanted to go to the smoking room for a cigarette?”

Du Lanxin snorted coldly, with a reluctant expression on her face lazily.

Yang Xiucheng came out to smooth things out and said, “There are men in the smoking room. If Miss Du wants to smoke, I’ll accompany you to the small salon on the west side.”

Du Lanxin put down the wine glass and walked away with Yang Xiucheng’s arm.

Rong Fanglin managed to hold Yang Xiucheng as his male companion, so how could he be willing to let him go. On the pretext that she wanted to touch up her makeup, she ran after Yang Xiucheng in a hurry. Wu Yunchi could see that Rong Jiashang wanted to get along with Feng Shizhen alone, and when Rong Fanglin left, he took Rong Fanghua away under the pretext of seeing an acquaintance.

The lively small group of people dispersed in an instant, only Feng Shizhen and Rong Jiashang were left speechless.

Feng Shizhen took a silver fork and slowly ate the fruit. Rong Jia leaned on the table with her with champagne, looking at the lively hall.

Xiao Baoli and a male star tore off the red curtain together, revealing a two-person movie poster inside. The people below burst into applause, and the spotlights lit up.

“I apologize to you on behalf of Du Lanxin.” Rong Jia said in a low voice, “I don’t know what happened to her today, she spoke so indifferently.”

Du Lanxin is still Rong Jiashang’s fiancée at present. She offended Feng Shizhen, and there is nothing wrong with Rong Jiashang’s apology.

Feng Shizhen bit a grape and said with a smile, “What else can I do, it’s just jealousy.”

“No.” Rong Jia shook his head and laughed, “At least he won’t be jealous for me.”

Feng Shizhen didn’t really care, and asked, “I’ve always heard that the Rong family and the Meng family don’t have a good relationship. Why did your brothers and sisters come to the Meng family’s dance party?”

Rong Jiashang said, “Fanglin and the others are here to play, and I’m here to talk to Meng Xian. We just finished talking.”

Feng Shizhen didn’t expect Rong Jiashang to be so frank, and he didn’t know what to say for a while.

However, Rong Jiashang had already started, so he simply said to the end: “Remember that golden unicorn? Actually, it was originally from the Meng family, but it fell out of my father’s hands. I don’t know what Meng Xian is holding in his hand. What is the reason for my father to force my father to get it back in a hurry. Now that the news of Jin Qilin in Hashimoto’s house has leaked out, the Meng family can’t hold back, and urges us to act faster. “

“The Hashimoto family still refuses to give up their love?” Feng Shizhen asked.

Rong Jiashang sneered and said, “Hashimoto Masasan refuses, but others do. Hashimoto Shiori visited my father in private and gave us a photo of Du Lanxin’s private meeting with another man, saying that as long as we can break off the marriage She, she took the golden unicorn to marry me.”

Shiori Hashimoto is so straightforward? This style of behavior is really not like the Japanese who speak implicitly and love detours. It seems that the other half of Chinese ancestry played a key role.

“What did your father say?” Feng Shizhen asked hurriedly.

“My father is also very happy.” Rong Jiashang glanced at her helplessly, “Hashimoto has a strong family business and is discussing cooperation with our family, which is far better than the Du family. Du Lanxin gave me a green hat, my father is very Avoid this.”

Feng Shizhen sighed from the bottom of his heart: “Miss Hashimoto is bold and careful, she does everything well, and she is really a person who can do great things!”

Rong Jiashang couldn’t hear the irony in her words. He drank all the wine in the glass and said with a wry smile: “My father is the only one in the world who sells his son to several families. He can do such a thing, and he has lost his face. Are you worried that the Rong family doesn’t have a good reputation, or that others will look down on us?”

Feng Shizhen was silent.

Meng Xian also asked her to seduce the father and son of the Rong family and let Rong Jiashang run away from home. From her point of view, she is completely useless!

As long as there is a little bloody, good-natured young man, no one can bear his father to use him as a male prostitute. It’s not that there is no talent, and it’s not a **** who sits on the ancestral property and eats the mountains. Rong Jiashang couldn’t bear it anymore, and he could leave home at any time, but he might not be able to make a career out of it.

“Businessmen are quick to benefit.” Feng Shizhen said, “You Rong family are down-to-earth businessmen.”

Rong Jia laughed at himself: “So don’t blame others for looking down.”

“Then what are your plans?” Feng Shizhen laughed again, “You can take this opportunity to reconnect with Miss Hashimoto.”

Rong Jiashang turned his head to look at her, smiled, raised his eyebrows and asked, “Do you care?”

“It’s none of my business.” Feng Shizhen turned cold and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Rong Jiashang hurriedly grabbed her, “Tell me about the serious business with you. I have found some news about your family’s affairs.”

Feng Shizhen stopped, raised his eyebrows with interest, and waited to hear the following.

Rong Jiashang admired her arrogant and brighter face, smiled more tenderly, and said, “I asked someone to go to Guojia Town to inquire, and said that there is no woman surnamed Bai who disappeared after going out. There is no useful record in the file of the patrol room. But I found out one thing. A few days after the tragedy, someone came to the patrol room to report the case, saying that the youngest daughter fell into the water and disappeared, and the body could not be found. The people in the patrol room only said that recently Without taking the child’s body, he sent the person away, and did not leave any information about the other party… Shizhen?”

Feng Shizhen’s face was blue and white, and his eyes were as deep as night, revealing a deep chill.

Rong Jiashang felt colic in her heart, and hurriedly held her cold hand and whispered, “Don’t be nervous, it’s not necessarily your family. I will send someone to look for it based on this clue. If it’s your family. …”

Feng Shizhen’s dark eyes rolled, staring at Rong Jiashang, and said, “My mother and the people in the inn are dead, who would know that I fell into the water and disappeared?”

Rong Jiashang also suddenly understood, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Feng Shizhen’s anger and fear were intertwined, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead were beating slightly.

“It’s him… the one who killed my mother. He didn’t see my corpse and was worried, so he asked around the neighborhood. It’s not a secret that the Feng family saved me, maybe he also knew that I was rescued later. already.”

Rong Jiashang ignored others, took Feng Shizhen into his arms, and put his palm on her trembling back.

“Don’t worry, Shizhen. That was 20 years ago. If that person knew that the Feng family saved you, he would have come to the door.” He supported Feng Shizhen and pushed him to the corner of the hall. Covered by flowers, she hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her hair, “You are safe, don’t be afraid. Shizhen, I am here, I will protect you.”

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, closed his eyes in his arms and was silent for a long time, before finally restraining the trembling. She took a long breath and withdrew from Rong Jiashang’s embrace.

“I’m afraid that if you continue to investigate like this, you will be shocked by the grass.”

Rong Jiashang said, “Don’t worry, I use the people I recruited myself. Just follow my orders, and even my father can’t make them.”

“Are you loyal?” Feng Shizhen was disturbed, “Won’t he be bought off?”

“Don’t worry.” Rong Jiashang looked at her apprehensive look, and couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and pressed her shoulder, and kissed her forehead lovingly, “If I can’t even control my own people, what face do I have? Come out to hang out? I will let them keep a low profile and be careful, and you will never be involved. You have to be afraid, or I will arrange to leave Shanghai for a while? My family has a hot spring villa in Nanjing, which is in my name…”

Feng Shizhen shook his head, “This pustule will be broken sooner or later. Since I have decided to seek this answer, I will not be afraid of what will happen.”

Rong Jiashang interlaced her fingers with hers, looking down at her eyes, “In short, I have everything.”

Feng Shizhen forced a smile. Rong Jia looked at her pale face, with some helplessness in her eyes, and her forced smile made her look more vulnerable and innocent. Feelings of love, pity and love poured out from the bottom of Rong Jia’s heart, so he couldn’t help raising his hand and gently stroked Feng Shizhen’s bright and jade-like face with the back of his fingers.

Feng Shizhen shuddered like an electric shock, and then broke free from Rong Jia’s arms.

“I…I’m going to get some makeup done.” Feng Shizhen touched the place where his cheek was touched, instead of looking at the wry smile on the man’s face, Feng Shizhen supported the hair band and walked straight through the dancing guests in the center of the hall. go.

Rong Fanglin’s locating skills were not very good, and he lost Yang Xiucheng in the crowd in a blink of an eye. She stayed in the dressing room dejectedly for a long time, covered the red marks on the corners of her eyes and nose with powder, and suddenly saw a figure resembling Yang Xiucheng exiting from the side door of the room.

Rong Fanglin’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly squeezed past the guests, chasing the figure away.

Outside the door is a dimly lit corridor facing the back garden. It was freezing cold, and Rong Fanglin subconsciously wanted to sneeze, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Yang Xiucheng glanced back alertly, but did not see Rong Fanglin hiding behind the pillar. He shivered in the cold wind and stepped into the garden faster.

The Meng family’s garden is also English-style, with no pavilions and pavilions, only a fountain with **** sculptures and hedges trimmed into a labyrinth. Yang Xiucheng walked to the bush barrier as tall as one person and coughed in a low voice. From the depths of the bushes, the rustling of leather shoes on the gravel road came towards him.

Yang Xiucheng stood in the corner where the lights could not be found. The person inside came out and was hugged by him. The other party let out a squeal.

“It’s me.” Yang Xiucheng whispered.

Only then did the woman breathe a sigh of relief, raised her hand and patted his chest.

When Rong Fanglin heard that the low voice clearly came from a woman’s mouth, he secretly thought that it was not good. She took a step forward, and something suddenly flashed in her sight. It was the light reflected from the diamond ring on the woman’s hand. #####

one hundred

Rong Fanglin recognized this diamond ring! It was worn by his brother on the hand of the woman he was engaged to in front of everyone!

It was as if a basin of water mixed with ice **** was pouring down from the top of his head, pouring it into Rong Fanglin’s bones, and all the blood was frozen in the blood vessels. Pressing her lips tightly, she stood with her back against a dwarf pine tree, holding her breath.

Yang Xiucheng kissed Du Lanxin’s face and whispered, “How long have you been waiting? Your face is frozen. Is there anything you can’t say in the room?”

“There are a lot of people inside.” Du Lanxin shivered and burrowed into his arms, “I only have a few words. I just have something to tell you.”

“What’s wrong?” Yang Xiucheng opened his clothes and hugged his lover, “What did Rong Jia say?”

“It has nothing to do with him.” Du Lanxin wrapped her fingers around Yang Xiucheng’s tie, hesitated, and said, “You remember, when we were in Hangzhou, when I took that medicine, you thought I was sick, right?”

Yang Xiucheng thought for a while before he understood what Du Lanxin meant. He smiled and said, “You can’t blame me. Only you women know about that. What? That medicine is not good for you?”

Du Lanxin smiled bitterly, “I don’t know if it’s good or not. It should be the first time for the two of us, the time we were in the train box… I wasn’t ready at that time…”

Yang Xiucheng understood and was stunned.

After a long time, he asked hoarsely, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve seen both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and they all say the same thing.” Du Lanxin tugged at his tie, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly run away. “Counting the time, it was almost a month ago, on the train to Hangzhou…”

Yang Xiucheng’s breath was a little unstable and he let go.

“Who else knows about this?”

Du Lanxin had to let go of his tie, clasped his arms with both hands, and resisted the cold alone.

“Rong Jia knows. I’m not in a good state, he guessed it.”

Yang Xiucheng gasped in horror.

“Come on!” Du Lanxin rolled her eyes irritably, “Jia Shang knew about our relationship from start to finish. He doesn’t care at all—as long as I don’t bring goods into Rong’s house, let him be a cheap father.”

Yang Xiucheng took a sigh of relief and explained a little embarrassedly: “I can’t tear myself apart from the Rong family now, at least on the bright side, you understand.”

“Understood.” Du Lanxin sneered, “You have already left the Rong family, you have been rejected by Rong Dingkun, and you have even stolen the wife of the eldest young master of the Rong family, but in terms of face, you are still a loyalty to the Rong family. dog!”

Yang Xiucheng wiped his face in distress, “Rong Dingkun knows that I betrayed him, it’s not just a matter of beating me. You are Miss Du’s family, he dare not do anything to you. But I am nothing. .”

“You are the father of my child.” Du Lanxin put her hand on her stomach, perhaps because of her impending motherhood, her always hypocritical face finally showed a sincere and tender expression.

“Xiucheng, you once told me that you wanted to have a child with me and have a future with me. Did you just say it casually to coax me into bed?”

“Of course not!” Yang Xiucheng said hurriedly, “Of course I want to be with you. But I’m not ready yet. It’s coming too fast!”

“Then you have to speed up the preparation.” Du Lanxin looked at him coldly, “I can wait, but I can’t wait for this in my stomach. If you think we’re too big and want to stop, I’ll make an appointment with a Western doctor tomorrow for surgery. You are a man with a bright future, and I can’t drag you down, can I?”

“Lan Xin…” Yang Xiucheng said helplessly, “I’m not that kind of person. I love you, and of course I love our children.”

“You still need to water the flowers. You can’t raise children if you have love.” Du Lanxin avoided the man’s arm that wanted to hug her, “We agreed when we started, we will get together if we get together, but we don’t get along. I’m not the kind of woman who can’t live without a man. I just thought maybe the two of us could try to give it a shot. If you back down, let me know as soon as possible.”

Du Lanxin pushed Yang Xiucheng away and walked towards the house angrily. Yang Xiucheng stood blankly, as if he had not digested the news that could change his life. Du Lanxin walked for a while, turned her head to look at the man’s sluggish and silent figure, and the tears she had held back for a long time finally rolled down.

She gritted her teeth and continued to walk forward, scolding in her heart: Du Lanxin, you worthless, and finally planted on such a man! Eat for a long time. Never, never get emotional about something like a man!

She was wiping her tears when her body was suddenly grabbed and she was pulled into her arms vigorously.

Yang Xiucheng kissed her forehead and hair excitedly, and said quickly, “I’ll be responsible! Lan Xin, let’s be together, give birth to this child, and raise it. I… I’ll take you away as soon as possible!”

Du Lanxin’s full of grievances were vanished by the man’s brief sentence. She threw herself into Yang Xiucheng’s arms, nodded and cried.

Feng Shizhen turned off the faucet, pulled a tissue, and slowly wiped the water droplets on his hands. Across the bathroom door, you can hear the cheerful jazz music downstairs.

The dance had just begun, and she already wanted to go back.

Maybe God arranged for her to come over and talk to Rong Jiashang for the last time, so that she could leave without regrets. She cheated on a boy and broke his heart. She shamelessly faced this crime and decided to fly away, leaving all her troubles to the other party to digest.

Feng Shizhen took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out. Afraid of bumping into Rong Jia again, she didn’t dare to take the big stairs, so she went to the end of the corridor, planning to go down the small stairs that the servants walked, and go out through the side door. She had never been to Meng Xian’s mansion, so she couldn’t figure out where the stairs were, so she just walked while looking for it.

“Who’s outside?”

Feng Shizhen stopped and looked at a door beside him. The door was not closed tightly, and the warm yellow light shone from the crack of the door on the carpet underfoot.

“Who is it?” the man inside asked again.

Out of courtesy, Feng Shizhen knocked on the door lightly and said, “I’m sorry to disturb you. I’m a guest downstairs.”

“Come in.” The man was not angry.

Feng Shizhen had no choice but to open the door.

Inside was a spacious studio filled with large and small frames, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of turpentine. A teenager is sitting in front of an easel, scribbling on canvas with concentration.

When Feng Shizhen saw the back in the white sweater, her heart twitched, and an indescribable feeling made her take a breath.

“Good evening, ma’am.” The boy turned his head and greeted her in English.

Feng Shizhen could see his face clearly, although the strange feeling had not dissipated, but she had calmed down a lot.

This is a handsome and handsome young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, pale and thin, with some yellow hair hanging down his forehead, his eyes are dark and bright, like black crystals raised in a white jade bowl.

“Good evening, sir.” She smiled and replied in English, “I’m sorry to interrupt your painting. I just wanted to find a way downstairs, if you don’t mind…”

The boy put down his brush and moved. Only then did Feng Shizhen notice that he was in a wheelchair.

“You look familiar.” The boy returned to Chinese and looked up at Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen couldn’t figure out the identity of this young man, so he could only laugh awkwardly.

Looking closer, she felt more and more that this young man looked familiar. Maybe the facial features were similar to someone she knew, or maybe it was the demeanor. But there was an aura from this young man, which made Feng Shizhen a little uncomfortable. It was as if the window was not closed tightly, and cold wind was blowing in from the gap. Feng Shizhen hugged his arm subconsciously, only to realize that a layer of goose bumps had formed on his skin.

“Don’t be nervous, please sit down.” The young man smiled kindly and pointed to the stool, “You are so beautiful, would you like to be my model?”

It was the first time that Feng Shizhen encountered such a straightforward compliment and request, so he was stunned for a moment and said, “Of course I’m happy. It’s just…”

“Then sit there and don’t move!” The boy immediately replaced a new canvas and began to adjust the paint.

Feng Shizhen had no choice but to sit on a high stool according to the other party’s instructions.

The teenager changed to a new canvas, and while painting, he said, “Miss has a very familiar feeling. Are you familiar with my elder brother?”

Feng Shizhen said, “Excuse me, who is your brother…”

“Meng Xian.” The boy smiled, “I am the ninth oldest in the family.”

“It turned out to be Ninth Young Master, disrespectful.” Feng Shizhen said verbally, but he kept muttering in his heart, “Seventh Master… he never mentioned you.”

Meng Jiu Shao’s dark eyes rolled, and he pursed his lips and smiled, “You are not his girlfriends.”

“Yes, I’m not.” Feng Shizhen didn’t dare to claim to be Meng Xu’an’s friend, he just said euphemistically, “I’m just someone who does things for him.”

“Then he must like you very much.” Meng Jiu said, “You have his breath on you.”

Feng Shizhen was sure that this breath was definitely not Meng Xian’s body odor. What the young man seemed to want to express was that Feng Shizhen was already influenced by Meng Xian in his words, deeds and temperament.

The young man stared at Feng Shizhen, his hands kept moving, and his painting gestures were very skilled. Feng Shizhen was bored, so he began to look at the paintings around the studio. But this time, the strange feeling that haunted her was even more obvious.

The walls of the room are covered with paintings, and picture frames painted with patterns are stacked under the corners. At a glance, all the pictures are women. The facial features are beautiful, but it is a naked, thin, shawl-haired woman.

In the dark and opaque tones, the thin and pale faces of the women were sluggish, more like corpses that had just been salvaged from a pool. They all looked so tired and weak, with slender arms hanging down and bony shoulders. Some women were imprisoned behind the railings, their skinny fingers clawed at the railings like chicken claws, and stared blankly at the outside.

That kind of sluggishness is not a paralyzed and hopeless sluggishness, but more like the silence before a hysterical madness.

Feng Shizhen is slightly involved in art, but he really can’t appreciate such decadent and gloomy works. The more she looked, the more creepy she felt, and a chill appeared all over her body.

“It’s done.” Meng Jiu put down the brush, tilted his head and looked at the painting, and passed it to Feng Shizhen to see.

“What do you think? Did you catch your charm?”

On a white-toothed canvas, an oil brush outlines a profile bust of a young woman with brown paint. Fortunately, not to mention the comparison with the gloomy paintings around, this painting appears to be quite satisfactory. Meng Jiu Shao keenly captured the details of Feng Shizhen’s face, with smooth lines depicting her straight nose, stubborn lips, delicate eyebrows, and slender body. The woman in the painting has a beautiful face and a serene demeanor, which makes people feel joy and yearning.

No girl has ever been displeased to see herself so beautifully drawn. Feng Shizhen was relieved and thanked with a smile: “Jiu Shao draws really well. I never knew I could be so beautiful. How long have you been learning to draw?”

Meng Jiu stared at the canvas with a solemn expression and did not answer.

“Nine young masters?” Feng Shizhen asked tentatively.

“No…” Meng Jiu whispered, “This painting is wrong…”

“What’s wrong?” Feng Shizhen hesitated, walked towards him, and complimented, “I think your paintings are very good. The paintings displayed in the art museum are not as charming as yours…”

“No!” Meng Jiu suddenly shouted, and his raised arm almost hit Feng Shizhen in the face.

Feng Shizhen took two steps back in astonishment. He saw Meng Jiu raised the drawing board in a frenzy and slammed it on the ground. Then he raised his hand and swept it away. Paint splattered on the canvas. A good-looking portrait of a lady was horribly blurred in the blink of an eye.

But Meng Jiu didn’t give up, shouting “No” while trying to grab the painting. He had inconvenient legs and feet, and accidentally fell from the wheelchair, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Feng Shizhen moved his feet, resisting the urge to step forward reflexively, and took another step back.

Meng Jiu grabbed an oil painting knife and slashed the paintbrush with a swipe. The beautiful face of the portrait is divided into two parts.

“No, it’s not like that! It’s not!”

The canvas was cut into rotten strips in an instant. The boy immediately threw away the drawing board, looked up at Feng Shizhen, his eyes were red, but his expression changed, returning to the gentle and warm look before.

“Am I scaring you? Don’t be. Come and help me.”

Feng Shizhen’s heart was beating wildly, and he grabbed the clothes on his chest, but did not step forward.

“Is Jiu Shao uncomfortable? Wait a minute, I’ll call someone to take care of you.”

“I’m dizzy.” Meng Jiu sat innocently in the mess on the ground, looking pitiful and innocent, “I can’t stand up. Please help me. If you help me get up, I won’t tell my eldest brother that you broke in. How about my studio?”

Feng Shizhen stared at him intently and walked slowly towards him. When she passed a drawing table, she used her body to cover and pinched a utility knife in her hand. #####

One hundred and one

“Come here.” Meng Jiu looked at her with a gentle smile and stretched out an arm towards her, “Come here, I’ll tell you a story.”

Feng Shizhen squeezed the hand of the utility knife and moved.

The sound of heavy footsteps came after them. Before Feng Shizhen could turn around, the person who came had already pressed her shoulders with one hand and forcibly snatched the utility knife she had hidden behind her back with the other, and threw it on the floor with a slap.

“Ah—” Meng Jiu suddenly screamed out of control, grabbed a large ball of paint and smashed it at Feng Shizhen.

The man who took the knife pulled Feng Shizhen back, and his tall body blocked the front. The paint splattered on the man’s expensive suit, and a little fell on his thin, distinct cheeks.

The two servants ran in after him, grabbed a thick cotton rope, threw Meng Jiu to the ground, and tied it tightly. Meng Jiu struggled frantically, screaming and rolling on her legs, crying like a child who couldn’t ask for a toy.

“No, she’s mine! Big brother, you’re bad! You bully me! I want her!”

Meng Xu’an’s face was as black as the bottom of a scorched pot, and his low, hoarse voice contained the depression before his anger, “Put him down.