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As for the Yu family, the whole family huddled together in a small three-story house in Shikumen. The sisters-in-law gave birth one after another, the children ran after the dogs, and even three or four old mothers were stuffed into the pavilion. Yu Zhihui's tuition fees are all sponsored by Mrs. Rong. She went to live on campus, and her room was used as a bedroom for her nieces. The brothers talk about making a fortune all day long, but the investment always fails, and the family loses less and less.

When Yu Zhihui came home this time, Mrs. Yu revealed to her daughter during her illness that the sons had used the dowry left by Yu’s father to her daughter for business. Yu Zhihui went to the eldest brother to ask for the dowry, and the sister-in-law asked in person: "My aunt wants a dowry, so I'll find someone who is willing to marry you and bring it home! After seeing the prospective uncle, we have a reason to prepare it for you, right? "

When the news of the Rong family cleaning up the servants came, Mrs. Yu said to Yu Zhihui: "The matter between you and Xiucheng should be finalized as soon as possible. If you drag it on, I'm afraid even he will not want to marry you."

Yu Zhihui is a smart girl, of course she can figure out what's at stake. She has a childhood affection for Yang Xiucheng, but she has no love. She refused to agree to Yang Xiucheng's marriage proposal before, because she was still thinking about marrying someone with better conditions. But seeing that Yang Xiucheng was about to distance herself from the Huang family, but there was no other whereabouts on her side, she should have made a decision earlier and counted a man as one.

After all, Yang Xiucheng is the manager of the Rong Family Firm, earning thousands of yuan a year, and in the eyes of ordinary women, he is already a very sought-after son-in-law.

"Miss Yu, what's wrong with you?" Feng Shizhen asked with concern, "Is Lingtang seriously ill?"

Yu Zhihui forced a smile: "Fortunately, it's an old rheumatism. I just... Did Miss Feng meet Mr. Yang recently?"

Feng Shizhen said, "He sometimes comes to Rongfu. Don't you two quarrel?"

Yu Zhihui smiled bitterly: "It would be great if we were arguing. It's been a week since I returned to Shanghai, and he hasn't come to see me."

"Mr. Yang has been very busy recently." Feng Shizhen said, "The eldest young master follows him to work in the firm. He leaves early and returns late every day. Besides, it will be the eldest young master's birthday party in a few days. You can interrogate him at the banquet. Mr Yang."

Yu Zhihui was teased and chuckled: "Miss Feng knows where Fanglin and the others are going to make new dresses this time?"

"It seems to be a new store opened by a designer who came back from London. It's on Xiafei Road. I don't remember the name of the store. Miss Yu must dress beautifully this time and amaze the audience. I will make Mr. Yang regret leaving you out before. right!"

What teenage girl doesn't love that dramatic moment. Yu Zhihui was coaxed into laughter by Feng Shizhen.

"Miss Feng is really good at comforting people. I only have an old dance dress. It's good not to be laughed at as shabby."

"Who mocked you for being shabby?" Rong Dingkun strode into the room.

Both girls were startled, and stood up in unison, embarrassed.

"Auntie." Yu Zhihui called out like a mosquito. She was afraid that Rong Dingkun would not like to see her, so she buried her head nervously, looking more and more pitiful.

"Zhihui is here. I haven't seen you for more than half a year, are you here to see your aunt?" Rong Dingkun took off his trench coat and handed it to the footman, his eyes subconsciously squinting on Yu Zhihui's slender waist.

Even after what happened to Sun Shaoqing, this kind of cowardly and shy schoolgirl is still Rong Dingkun's favorite taste. Just because it was his niece and a relative of the Huang family, his gaze was slightly reserved.

Yu Zhihui was seen by Rong Dingkun, unable to lift his head, was afraid and shy, and was embarrassed beyond words.

Rong Dingkun withdrew his gaze, glanced at Feng Shizhen coldly again, and asked, "Where are the madams and the others?"

Feng Shizhen said, "My wife took the eldest and the second lady out to try out the dresses, and she said she couldn't come back for lunch."

Rong Dingkun snorted, then turned his head and asked Yu Zhihui gently: "Just now you said who was laughing at you? Who dares to laugh at my Rong family's relatives?"

Rong Dingkun is a handsome middle-aged man. He said these words with great momentum, without a mature and domineering charm.

Yu Zhihui's face suddenly turned red like a boiled summer child, and she couldn't raise her head in shame. The men she met in the past were either crude and flamboyant like her brothers, or gentle and gentle like Yang Xiucheng. This was the first time she had experienced the irresistible toughness and domineering of a mature man. Her heart beat like a rabbit for a while, and there was an indescribable throbbing.

"I'm joking with Miss Feng. At the dance the day after tomorrow, my dress is shabby. I'm afraid I'll embarrass you."

Rong Dingkun frowned and said, "How can a girl go to a dance without a new dress? Your aunt is not thoughtful, so she should make it for you."

Yu Zhihui hurriedly shook her head: "I didn't mean that. I just said it casually. My aunt has treated me well enough."

Rong Dingkun has always been generous to women, and said casually: "After Mrs. Sun left, she left behind a lot of dresses, which she originally wanted to donate to the church. If you don't dislike it, Zhihui, you can choose a dress. Mrs. Sun, she doesn't. Love the ball, most of the dresses are not worn. If you like it, just take it."

Yu Zhihui widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Rong Dingkun gratefully: "Uncle, is this okay?"

Rong Dingkun enjoyed the feeling of being admired and looked up by the beautiful girl, and couldn't help showing a gentle and loving smile.

"Go ahead, dress yourself up nicely. Zhihui hasn't come here often these years, and your aunt often talks about you. It's good to walk around when you have time."

The joy in Yu Zhihui's eyes was like a surging spring. She happily thanked Feng Shizhen, and stepped back slowly.

Feng Shizhen was half a step late, and when he saw Rong Dingkun's smiling eyes, he swept over Yu Zhihui's slender back again, as if he was savoring a dessert with endless aftertastes.

After Sun Shaoqing left, her belongings were left untouched in the West Hall. When Rong Dingkun favored Sun Shaoqing, he was very generous, and filled the entire three-sided wardrobe with all kinds of clothes, hats and shoes made for her. The bright lights shone on those satin furs, brand-name shoes and bags, and Yu Zhihui had mixed feelings in her heart.

"It's such a pity to donate such a good dress." Yu Zhihui picked up a sequined dancing dress and gestured on her body, and couldn't put it down, "My aunt spoiled her so much, but she still ran away. She went outside and endured hardships. Don't know what's good?"

These words came from a modern-educated female college student, and Feng Shizhen couldn't help but look at Yu Zhihui.

"Miss Sun, she must love freedom more."

Yu Zhihui raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully: "Where can there be absolute freedom? When money is tight, even the daily food money has to be calculated carefully. What is the use of such freedom? Freedom is to live the life you want. But I don't I feel that ordinary people think that a poor and poor life is what they want to live."

It's not unreasonable what she said. Feng Shizhen couldn't refute, and turned around to pick out clothes.

Feng Shizhen has been thinking about Sun Shaoqing all the time, not knowing if she is a good person in Japan. However, with Sun Shaoqing's perseverance and intelligence, even if he suffers a little, he will surely persevere and live a wonderful life. If Sun Shaoqing heard Yu Zhihui's evaluation of her, he would only laugh and say "Xia insects can't speak ice".

"Miss Feng, how do you think I'm wearing this?" Yu Zhihui held a golden-red dancing dress in her hand, which was very gorgeous. She wears plain clothes on weekdays, but she didn't think she liked bright colors. She used to dress plainly and elegantly, in order to conform to her image of a scholarly and down-to-earth girl.

"I remember that Fanglin's dress this time was red." Feng Shizhen said.

Yu Zhihui couldn't match Rong Fanglin's color, so she reluctantly put the skirt back. She felt very unhappy when she thought that she had to avoid her cousin as a cousin.

If her father hadn't died and her brothers had not lost the family, their remaining family would still be a serious scholar and a prestigious family. How could a young lady like Rong Fanglin be qualified to compare with her? #####

fifty two

Feng Shizhen found a white-toothed dancing skirt with beads and fringes from a pile of skirts, and felt very familiar. Then she thought. In the drawer of Rong Dingkun's small study, there is a photo of Sun Shaoqing wearing this skirt and taking a photo with Rong Dingkun at a dance party.

Rong Dingkun only accepted this photo. It can be seen that if the occasion was commemorative at the time, or he liked Sun Shaoqing's dress very much.

Feng Shizhen looked at Yu Zhihui like a kitten falling into a fishing net, happily picking out clothes and dresses, just before Rong Dingkun calmly looked at his niece's expression flashed through her mind.

Her eyes flashed, and slowly, a warm smile appeared.

"Miss Yu, I think this skirt suits you very well!"

Yu Zhihui looked back and liked it a bit, but asked, "Will it be too plain?"

"How elegant, it complements your book fragrance." Feng Shizhen praised, "Look, it's still haute couture in Paris! I remembered that Miss Sun went to France with the master last year, and it must have been made in Paris. This skirt."

When Yu Zhihui heard that it was French, her eyes lit up, and she immediately took the skirt over.

Yu Zhihui has a slender waist and slender hands and feet. Although the skirt is straight, it can still be worn on her body, and it can still show a graceful appearance.

Feng Shizhen found another pearl necklace and a pair of white lacquered high-heeled leather shoes for Yu Zhihui to wear.

"Look, I'm right." Feng Shizhen stood behind Yu Zhihui, held her shoulders, and looked at the mirror together with her, "Miss Yu dressed up like this, she looks like a fairy coming down to earth. At the dance, I don't know how many men will fall for you."

Yu Zhihui blushed at the compliment, and smiled shyly: "Miss Feng is joking. I'm like a Cinderella, but I just wear fancy clothes for a few hours."

"Since it's Cinderella, there must be a prince waiting to meet you at the ball." Feng Shizhen smiled sweetly.

The two of them chose their clothes and walked out of the West Hall, and Mrs. Rong came back with her daughters. Mrs. Rong was very happy to see her niece, not only kept Yu Zhihui for dinner, but also opened the makeup box and gave her a pair of pearl earrings and the necklace.

"Your mother is still thinking about me now." Mrs. Rong said, her eyes reddened, "The Huang family's men don't have many good things, and they can't cover the mud on the wall. Seeing that I can't speak at the Rong family's house, Then he ignored me. It's a shame that I made such a fuss over these brothers and my husband!"

"Auntie, don't be angry for those ruthless people." Yu Zhihui comforted Mrs. Rong softly.

Mrs. Rong clapped her hand and asked, "You and Xiucheng, what's the situation?"

Yu Zhihui's face darkened.

"Don't be afraid." Mrs. Rong said angrily, "He's not worthy of you, such as eating inside and out. There were many young talents with good backgrounds on the prom day. My aunt will definitely choose another good husband for you!"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Yu Zhihui, who wanted to welcome or reject, or Rong Fanglin, who was pretending to flip through a magazine, they were all happy in their hearts.

Seeing that the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, Yu Zhihui got up and said goodbye.

Feng Shizhen took her to the car, turned back to the house, entered his room, and let out a long sigh of relief.

There are only a few days left until Young Master Rong's birthday party, and the entire Rong residence is basically ready. Feng Shizhen didn't want to admit it herself, she actually had some expectations.

Not only because there will be a good show, but also because it will be a dance party full of dreams for girls.

Perhaps it was the girl's heart that was deeply buried in her. The girl who was imprisoned in her body was pregnant with Feng Shizhen's last simplicity and innocence. She yearns for a grand and gorgeous ball, where she can wear a beautiful dance dress and dance with a handsome boy.

The crystal lamp reflects the dazzling light, the fragrance is dense, and the music is melodious.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.

It's so late, who could it be?

There was no one in the corridor. Feng Shizhen lowered his head and found a paper bag hanging on the door handle.

Still this trick!

Feng Shizhen closed the door and took out a box from the paper bag. There is a card in the box, as well as a bottle of perfume. A square bottle filled with golden liquid.

Unfolding the card, Rong Jia's vigorous and handsome handwriting is displayed in front of him.

"I found out by accident that the breath is very suitable for you. Thank you, sir, for your hard work for my birthday party, and I hope you can accept it. Jia Shang."

Feng Shizhen pulled off the bottle cap and smelled it lightly. A fragrant and elegant fragrance poured into his nostrils and penetrated his lungs, making people feel relaxed and happy.

what fragrance is this? Feng Shizhen looked at the word "CHANEL" on the bottle and thought that he had seen it in a magazine.

And this wisp of Fang Xiang seems to stay in the chest, floating with every breath, until Feng Shizhen fell asleep, it still can't drift away.

November 9th, the 20th birthday of the eldest young master of the Rong family.

As soon as it was dawn, the Rong Mansion had already woken up. Feng Shizhen heard the voices of the stewards and the clerks doing their work outside, and opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was still blue-gray.

The servants moved out the long square table and placed it against the wall, and the maids shook off the clean tablecloth, as if unfolding flags and laying them on the table. The flower shop's car came, and the bouquets with dew were unloaded, and the nanny's skillful hands inserted them into the vase, and then carried them to various places to dress up the whole house.

The fine china was carefully held by the white-gloved footman and placed on the long table. The decorative candlesticks are fitted with brand new white candles, the crystal clear glass wine glasses are stacked in small towers, and the silver-plated cutlery is neatly stacked on the plate, waiting for the guests to take. Boxes of fine wines were moved from the cellar, ready to be chilled or warmed.

In the bright and spacious study of the Rong family, the well-dressed Rong family gathered in front of the fireplace decorated with flowers.

The Rongs sat on the sofa and hugged their twin little daughters on their knees. Behind, stood a handsome and tall young master, two charming and pretty eldest daughter and second daughter. The aunt and the wife are holding the third young master. The second concubine, who had not yet given birth to confinement, but supported her discharge from the hospital, also deliberately dressed up and hugged her infant son.

All the family, wives, children, young and old were all around Rong Dingkun, except for Rong Jiashang, all of them showed beautiful smiles to the camera. They are like the happiest family in the world, like the royal family in the Rong Dynasty, gorgeous and dazzling. And Rong Dingkun is the emperor of this dynasty.

The spotlight in the photographer's hand flickered to freeze the scene.

Wujin was sinking in the west, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the strong golden glow of the whole courtyard echoed the faint blue shadow.

The big iron gates of Rong's mansion were opened to both sides, and beautiful cars drove into the courtyard of Rong's house. The golden fallen leaves swirled and fluttered in the wind of the car's tail.

The well-dressed male and female guests walked out of the car with smiles on their faces. Jewelry reflects broken light, and fur is thick and gorgeous. The air soon filled with scents of various perfumes and cigars, covering the natural scent of flowers.

Rong Jiashang was wearing a well-crafted black suit with a snow-white shirt and meticulously combed hair, which made the profile of his face clear, and the lines were tough but graceful. He has no richness, and is as lean and neat as a poplar bathed in the scorching sun, attracting the attention of all the guests.

"Tiger father has no dog son!"

"It's really a talent!"

"Boss Rong's children are so good, what a blessing!"

Rong Dingkun's pride could not be concealed, all of them turned into a warm smile, which stretched into every fine line on his face.

The young ladies gathered together to chat, but they were absent-minded and glanced at Rong Jia in unison.

Rong Jia has been back to Shanghai for half a year, but he has never attended a serious social dance, and even the tabloids have not been able to take a clear picture of him. The wives and young ladies all heard that the eldest young master of the Rong family had a good birth, but they didn't know how good it was. The outside world said that he was stubborn and eccentric at one time, and that he was young and talented at other times, which confused people. Today I saw it with my own eyes, and it turned out to be a noble, noble and elegant son. The girls' hearts bloomed like flowers, and the whole courtyard was full of gorgeous spring colors.

When Du Lanxin arrived with her family, it happened that Yang Xiucheng also arrived with Yu Zhihui. The two groups of people met at the door. Du Lanxin was wearing a burgundy dance dress, as gorgeous as a peony in full bloom. And Yu Zhihui was wearing a white dress, like a timid jasmine flower, she couldn't hold her head up because of Du Lanxin's aura.

Only Rong Dingkun saw Yu Zhihui, was stunned for a moment, and didn't look away for a while. On the other hand, Yang Xiucheng probably saw too many jasmine flowers, but he felt that the peony was gorgeous, so he couldn't help but look at it again and again.

Yu Zhihui was embarrassed and somewhat proud of Rong Dingkun. Du Lanxin's charming eyes were like spring willow branches, gently drawing from Yang Xiucheng's shoulder.

This scene is worth studying, but unfortunately, Mrs. Rong, who should pay attention the most, was busy joking with a handsome pet concubine and missed the good show.

Another group of guests arrived. Rong Jiashang suppressed his irritability, straightened his back, squeezed out a formulaic smile, and shook hands with the guests.

As if a hand gently plucked the heartstrings, Rong Jiashang's heart suddenly throbbed.

He subconsciously turned to look at the hall, and then, like a spark of electric current bursting in the brain circuit, no other sound could be heard in his ears.

A slender and slender young woman was leaning against the railing, descending from the broken light of the crystal lamp.

The bright and warm light in the hall shone on her ultramarine skirt embroidered with dark silver threads, dyeing it blue and blue, like the unpredictable sea water in the sun. The black fringes on the cuffs and skirt caress the naked and white skin of the girl, and her shapely feet are stepping on a pair of silver leather shoes.

Her long hair was wavy and curled behind her head, and a thin dark golden hairband was hung in front of her forehead, with fringes swaying gently on her temples. In addition, the whole body is only decorated with a pair of pearl ear buckles on the ears and a slender black pearl chain on the neck.

This is the most standard western high-society lady's dress, elegant and modern, gorgeous and unassuming. Feng Shizhen looks like this, far more like a famous lady than the Rong sisters. Her dignity seems to be innate, and her gestures are calm and graceful, like a noble swan, slowly stepping into the crowd.

When Rong Jia came to his senses last time, he realized that he was already standing under the stairs.

Feng Shizhen stood on the steps and met his eyes. Heart-to-heart, the two corners of their mouths burst into a meaningful smile at the same time. #####

fifty three

"Miss Feng." Rong Jiashang turned his head slightly and smiled gracefully.

A wisp of delicate fragrance floated in the air, the scent of his carefully selected perfume.

"Young Master Rong." Feng Shizhen handed over the packaged gift with a smile, "I wish you a happy birthday, every year has today, every year has today."

"What is it?" Rong Jia weighed it up and felt that the box was rather heavy.

"Take it apart and have a look." Feng Shizhen's eyes flashed with wisdom.

Rong Jia was intrigued, and opened the package in two strokes and opened the box.

"This is... a sextant?"

Feng Shizhen nodded: "In the past, navigators used this instrument to find the direction. You said that you wanted to be a pilot. I think flying in the sky is equivalent to sailing in the sea of ​​clouds. Jiashang, I hope you can one day be able to fly. Let go and pursue your dreams, and be a free and fearless captain above the blue sky."

The pure copper sextant was lying heavily in Rong Jia's hands. He felt a strong electric current running through his back, making his heart almost stop beating.

"I..." Rong Jiashang stared at the young woman with a gentle smile, and the intense emotions were rampant in her chest, and it was about to explode.

"Shizhen, I..."

"Big brother." Rong Fanghua's cheerful voice interjected abruptly, "Let me introduce, this is the Miss Hashimoto I mentioned to you. Shiori, this is me—"

"Ah?"

The bored expression froze suddenly. Rong Jiashang slowly turned around.

The water vapor of Chongqing Mountain City seems to float on the nose, mixed with the fragrance of magnolia flowers in the girl's hair. The sun never penetrated the moist clouds and mist, and crystal dew was condensed on the blades of grass.

Rong Jiashang was lying on the big rock, looking at the girl dancing to the sound of the piano in the music classroom.

The girl suddenly turned her head and smiled at him: "How long are you going to peek at me?"

The teenager in the uniform of the military school almost fell off the stone. It was the first time in his life that he experienced a heartbeat.

"Is it you? Is it really you?" The girl staggered forward two steps, her eyes filled with tears of joy. She whimpered and threw herself into Rong Jiashang's arms like a white bird.

Rong Jia took a step back to catch her, and said in a low voice, "Shi Qing..."

"Do you know each other?" Rong Fanghua was surprised.

Rong Jia supported the crying girl and looked at Feng Shizhen blankly.

Feng Shizhen had already walked down the stairs, looking at Shiori Hashimoto with curiosity in his eyes.

It was a slender and slender young girl with a Japanese schoolgirl's hair. Her skin is fair, her facial features are beautiful, her eyebrows are light, and she cry like a pear flower with rain, so pitiful.

The girl raised her head from Rong Jiashang's arms, her wet eyes flashing with crystal clear autumn waves, and she looked up at Rong Jiashang.

"Ah Shang, isn't your surname Tang? How did you become Fanghua's eldest brother again?"

"Tang?" Rong Fanghua said, "So that's the case. When my eldest brother was studying in Chongqing, his father was afraid that he would not be safe, so he asked him to use his uncle's surname. Shiori, did you know each other in Chongqing?"

Shiori Hashimoto nodded tearfully: "Isn't that true? Fanghua, do you remember the boy I told you who always secretly put flowers on my windowsill?"

"Could that be the eldest brother?" Rong Fanghua suddenly realized, "God, I never thought the eldest brother would do such a romantic thing!"

Feng Shizhen's expression did not change, but the smile in his eyes disappeared. Rong Jia felt a throbbing pain in his upper left chest, and subconsciously pushed Shiori Hashimoto out of his arms.

"A-sama?" Hashimoto Shiori was startled, his eyes filled with sadness. She bit her lip and forced a smile: "Sorry, on such occasions, I shouldn't pester you to cry and make trouble."

"Nothing." Rong Jia hurriedly said, "I'm so surprised. Shi'er, what's your situation now?"

Shiori Hashimoto said with emotion: "It's really good luck. Not long after you left, my father sent someone to pick us up and go home, and my brother and I both recovered our identities. I wanted to find you too, but found that I didn't know where He finds it. I thought I would miss you in this life, but I never thought we would meet again under such circumstances. Ah Shang, when you said goodbye at the beginning, you said that we would meet again by fate. You are really right ."

Recalling the past of his youth, Rong Jia's expression gradually softened: "You seem to be having a good time."

Shiori Hashimoto was wearing a pink dancing dress with jewels. She was no longer the poor, elegant and shy schoolgirl who wore a white shirt and black dress all the year round.

"You are also very good." Hashimoto Shiori smiled gracefully, and the corners of his eyes and brows had an irresistible self-confidence, "Shang, I never dreamed that I would meet you again like this."

"Why are you all gathered here?" With a lazy and moving greeting, Du Lanxin came slowly with a glass of cocktail that was almost bottoming out.

Three women, in three diagonal corners, surrounded Rong Jiashang. Rong Jia looked left and right, and laughed in a low voice, his laughter was full of self-deprecation.

"Isn't this Miss Feng?" Du Lanxin tsk tsk, looked up and down at Feng Shizhen, "You are so beautiful today, you almost don't recognize it!"

"Miss Du is the one who dominates the audience." Feng Shizhen smiled modestly.

Du Lanxin's eyes passed over Rong Jia's stiff face and Rong Fanghua's embarrassed smiling face one by one, and finally shifted to the unfamiliar Shiori Hashimoto.

"Who is this…"

"It's the third young lady of Hashimoto's club." Rong Fanghua said embarrassingly.

Du Lanxin turned a blind eye to Miss Hashimoto's red eyes, said a happy meeting, and said to Rong Jiashang, "My father and eldest brother are here, and my uncle told us to go over."

"Excuse me." Rong Jia nodded at Shiori Hashimoto, took a deep look at Feng Shizhen, and followed Du Lanxin away.

Hashimoto Shiori looked at Du Lanxin wrapping her arm around Rong Jia's arm, her face suddenly became a little complicated.

She forced a smile and asked Rong Fanghua, "That lady is so beautiful, I don't know who she is."

Rong Fanghua was so embarrassed that she couldn't raise her head, and said, "It's Miss Du Er of Fumin Banker."

"She has a really good relationship with your brother." Shiori Hashimoto said with a smile, "I didn't hear Ah Shang mention it. Did he meet him after returning to Shanghai?"

"Yes..." Rong Fanghua said, "They... um... and after that"

Feng Shizhen looked at Rong Fanghua in embarrassment, but because of his identity, he couldn't help her. She gave Rong Fanghua a sympathetic look and walked away quietly.

Shiori Hashimoto's attention was all attracted by the glamorous Du Lanxin, and he didn't pay much attention to Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen walked in the crowd, his eyes searching among the guests.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly someone touched her ear nimbly. She turned around suddenly, and saw Feng Shixun standing in front of her with a smile.

"I knew it was you!" Feng Shizhen held his brother's hand happily, "I'm looking for you. When did you come?"

"Before you go downstairs." Feng Shixun looked his sister up and down, his eyes full of surprise, "A new dress?"

"Does it look good?" Feng Shizhen turned around lightly, the silk skirt reflected a soft light,

"Beautiful." Feng Shixun said seriously, "My sister is the most beautiful one among the women in the audience!"

"Actually, it was the second concubine who lent me." Feng Shizhen smiled. "After she was discharged from the hospital, her attitude towards me turned 180 degrees, and sometimes she was so enthusiastic that I couldn't bear it. What kind of panacea did you give her?"

Feng Shixun gave a narrow smile: "I can't tell you the secret recipe!"

Feng Shixun is tall and handsome, gentle and elegant, even though the suit is not expensive, it still attracts many young girls to look at him sideways. The second concubine didn't dare to tell anyone what she thought about him, so she had to be more enthusiastic about Feng Shizhen.

"Brother," Feng Shizhen smiled charmingly, "remember when we were kids in the yard listening to the radio next door and dancing?"

Feng Shixun recalled the intimate past in his childhood, and his smile was full of tender nostalgia. "When my brother makes money in the future, I will make you a beautiful dancing dress, and I won't let you borrow it from others."

The sun was setting in the west, and the crystal lamps in the house were already lit, illuminating the hall with splendor, and the jewels of women and the chains of men's gold pocket watches gleamed. Good wine and hearty food are spread from the hall to the backyard lawn, and the children are running and giggling.

The champagne was popped open to cheers and applause.

The band played light and pleasant music, the wine glasses collided with a crisp and pleasant sound, and the guests were elegant and gentle, chatting and laughing softly.

"What were you looking at so seriously just now?" Feng Shixun asked.

"Look at the guests." Feng Shizhen looked into the hall, "Look at the people who are with the Rong family."

Rich businessman, popular star, gang leader, warlord general. There are also Taipans from foreign firms, counselors from foreign embassies, and manor owners from the south. It seems that all the celebrities in Shanghai have gathered in the dance hall of the Rong family.

And Rong Dingkun was talking with two Japanese people, and his attitude was very enthusiastic, even a bit flattering.

"It is said that Rong Dingkun has been fighting more and more hotly with the Japanese recently." Feng Shixun and his sister saw one thing, "The Japanese have great ambitions, and there are more and more actions in the Northeast recently. Rong Dingkun He is also a big poisonous insect. When they get together, it is really a nest of snakes and mice, and they are like similar..."

Feng Shizhen said subconsciously, "Why do you say the same thing as Rong Jia?"

"Young Master Rong would talk about his family like this? Don't make fun of it." Feng Shixun disagreed.

Spotlights illuminated the band stage, and the bustling hall gradually quieted down, knowing that the host was about to speak. Rong Jia held Du Lanxin, who was a little drunk, with a blank face, and walked towards the two parents who were waiting by the stage.

In this quiet moment, the loud singing of the doorman's voice was clear and abrupt, and it got into everyone's ears.

"Wynn Bank, Boss Meng congratulates—"

Feng Shizhen took a breath and couldn't help shaking his brother's arm.

Everyone in the audience, whether they knew the visitor or not, all turned their heads to look.

A tall and sturdy man wearing a straight suit and a suit coat walked in with great strides in front of everyone's eyes. Like a cheetah, he stepped into the territory of the prey calmly, and like a icy biting snow, the warmth of the field was instantly washed away.

And because he gathered everyone's attention, no one noticed Rong Dingkun's face that suddenly turned bloody.

"Know?" Feng Shixun noticed the strange expression on his sister's face.

"How come?" Feng Shizhen said lightly.

Meng Xu'an gracefully took off his top hat, revealing a handsome and slightly gloomy face, and his eyes crossed the crowd to the stage where the lights were in focus, looking directly at Rong Dingkun's stiff face. He smiled gently and politely as if showing his fangs at his prey.

"Boss Rong, stay safe." #####

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