City of Streamer

My brother owes people 5,000 yuan, and our whole family can't afford to sell it. But the moneylender said that as long as I was willing to marry, he would immediately divorce his original wife in the countryside and marry me in a newspaper. His eldest son is the same age as Jia's cousin. I don't want to be a stepmother to such a family! "

Feng Shizhen was shocked: "Then what did your mother and brother and sister-in-law say?"

"How do you say?" Yu Zhihui stared blankly at the ceiling, her full tears seemed to fall at the touch of a button, and sneered, "Brother and sister-in-law are very happy, they said that the rich family is married, and the matchmaker is marrying, I can marry such a man It's my blessing. My mother loves me, but she has to look at her brother and sister-in-law's face, so what can she do to protect me? "

"Does Mr. Yang know about this?" Feng Shizhen asked.

"I know." Yu Zhihui wiped away tears, "but I think it's because of this that he doesn't want to marry me. In the past few years, he has helped my family pay off a lot of debt, and I feel sorry for him. Five thousand yuan Even if it falls on him, it is a huge sum of money. He gave my family three hundred yuan yesterday, and he walked away like a refugee. I know that he will not step into my house again. "

Feng Shizhen sighed: "I heard that it is not easy for Mr. Yang. Jiashang will be able to take over the Rong family's business at a glance, and he will cultivate his own cronies. Borrow it, ma'am."

"Five thousand yuan!" Yu Zhihui said, "Auntie can take out a few hundred yuan at most."

"Then..." Feng Shizhen looked at her and said in a low voice, "You can go and ask the master."

Yu Zhihui's eyes flashed slightly.

Feng Shizhen said: "Although the master has a serious face, it can be seen that he still loves you. You don't know. Since that Miss Sun left, the master has locked the West Hall and no one is allowed to enter. I heard that You didn't have a dancing dress, so I immediately opened the door and let you pick it up. I think the master treats you differently than others."

Yu Zhihui's face changed several times, and he forced a smile, saying: "Uncle actually doesn't like my family very much. When the Huang family was in trouble, my brothers and sisters also helped the Huang family."

"But you are going to marry, and you will naturally follow your husband's family in the future. Your mother-in-law's sister-in-law is two floors away from you." Feng Shizhen said, "You think, if the master doesn't like you, why would he make an exception to reopen the West Hall for you? You? If there are difficulties, he helps once, and he will definitely help a second time.”

"I don't know." Yu Zhihui was confused for a while, "I can't read my uncle's mind. I thought he didn't like me."

Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I can't see through Master Rong either. I'm just expressing my opinion."

Yu Zhihui's mind was in a mess, and she fell into the sofa and looked at the luxurious and exquisite interior decoration.

The Rong's house is really beautiful and comfortable. When she lived here when she was a child, she always wondered why this was not her home. Her lifelong dream is to be an elegant and noble rich lady like Rong Fanglin, marry a capable man like her uncle, and be a virtuous and leisurely rich wife.

Not to mention that Miss Sun is an idiot, and my aunt is too good at being a family. If she were in such a situation as the Rong family, she would definitely not be acting like her aunt, and she would lose her heart with the man...

Yu Zhihui was suddenly surprised. What is she thinking?

Feng Shizhen looked at her for a long while without expression, took all the changes in her face in his eyes, and said softly, "I think you are very drunk. I'll call someone to take you to the guest room to rest."

Yu Zhihui nodded shyly, feeling restless and didn't say anything.

Feng Shizhen left the room and walked along the corridor to the lively hall. It's bright and joyful here, a world away from the dark, oppressive little room.

Feng Shizhen stood on the stairs at the entrance, his eyes swept across the audience.

Yang Xiucheng was joking with Du Lanxin, while on the other side, Rong Dingkun was chatting with two male guests.

In the middle of this triangle, Mrs. Rong and Zhao Huaan are hugging and dancing. The band played a soothing four-step dance. Mrs. Rong was dancing with Zhao Huaan. The two of them looked at each other and smiled happily. Rong Fanglin was dancing with a strange man, but his eyes were glued to Yang Xiucheng like spider silk. Du Lanxin smiled like a red peony in full bloom, and her hand naturally touched Yang Xiucheng's tie.

"Isn't it interesting? From this angle, overlooking the audience. Everyone's thoughts are in your eyes."

Feng Shizhen turned back suddenly, but there was no one behind him.

Meng Xian is not here, is that the ghost in her heart talking?

Melodious music swirls over the hall, dancing around the beams, and the warm aroma is intoxicating. Feng Shizhen's eyes kept jumping on those people.

Yang Xiucheng's steady smile, Rong Dingkun's shrewd eyes...

"Your decision is related to the fate of a woman."

"You decide your own destiny." Feng Shizhen whispered, staring at the man and walking straight towards him. #####

sixty one

Yang Xiucheng raised his head, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Liu Wushao, stay safe!"

The male guest smiled and shook hands with Yang Xiucheng.

Feng Shizhen walked past them.

The male guest opposite Rong Dingkun saw her first and said to Rong Dingkun, "Is that beauty the new love of Boss Rong?"

When Rong Dingkun saw that it was Feng Shizhen, his heart sank. Since seeing Meng Xian again, he instinctively felt uncomfortable when he saw Feng Shizhen, who was somewhat similar to Meng Qingzhi.

Rong Dingkun, a man who fought hard in the blood and rain, has an unusually sensitive intuition. If it weren't for the fact that his son liked it, he would have fired her again tomorrow.

"That's just a tutor." Rong Dingkun said lightly, and asked Feng Shizhen, "What's the matter?"

"Master, it's Miss Yu." Feng Shizhen lowered his eyebrows and said, "She is not feeling well and wants to find someone to take her home."

Rong Dingkun's expression changed slightly.

"Really? Her family seems to have gone back first. I'll go see her."

Yu Zhihui was lying on the sofa dizzy and almost fell asleep. Rong Dingkun opened the door and came in. He was stunned when he saw this picture of Haitang, a girl in a white dress, sleeping in spring.

"How did you do it?" Rong Dingkun scolded, "Why is she so drunk?"

"Uncle, don't be angry." Yu Zhihui sat up struggling, "I was drunk myself, don't blame Miss Feng."

Rong Dingkun coughed and said solemnly, "What are girls doing when they drink so much alcohol? It's really worrying."

Yu Zhihui lowered her head guiltily, water glittering in the corners of her eyes.

"Miss Yu felt uncomfortable, so she drank more. Don't blame her, sir." Feng Shizhen came out to smooth things out, "I'll go to the kitchen to ask for some sober tea."

Rong Dingkun waved his hand to dismiss her casually.

Feng Shizhen closed the door thoughtfully, and then the sound of crying came out through the door panel. ,

Inside the room, Yu Zhihui was crying sadly.

"...Uncle, why is Xiucheng so cruel? Am I not good enough?"

Rong Dingkun was not interested in the love of such little children, but the beautiful girl was crying so pitifully that he couldn't help comforting one or two.

"Xiucheng is still young, has no character, and doesn't know how to cherish you." He sat beside Yu Zhihui and patted her on the back, "Don't cry, your eyes are swollen, your aunt will be worried again."

"Why are young men so unreliable?" Yu Zhihui looked up at him, pear blossoms asked with rain, "Why can't they be so mature and stable to my uncle?"

Rong Dingkun loves this feeling of being admired by innocent girls. Yu Zhihui's words are like a cup of warm wine, which warms up his internal organs.

He couldn't help but smile and said, "Probably my uncle lived a few years longer and saw more things than they did."

"They don't understand me." Yu Zhihui sobbed aggrievedly, the tip of her nose was red, very endearing.

"Uncle understands you." Rong Dingkun put his hand on Yu Zhihui's thin shoulder uncontrollably as if he had his own consciousness.

"Zhihui, you can tell your uncle what you have in your heart."

Yu Zhihui snuggled into Rong Dingkun's arms, trembling slightly like a wounded kitten.

"Uncle is so nice. With you around, I'm not afraid of anything."

Rong Dingkun smiled happily, "Xiucheng doesn't want you, he is unlucky. Zhihui, don't worry. Uncle won't leave you alone."

"Uncle!" Yu Zhihui looked up at Rong Dingkun with admiration and gratitude, with water in his eyes.

Rong Dingkun is a handsome middle-aged man who is handsome and well-kept. Such men are very attractive to women.

Yu Zhihui couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "If only Xiucheng had three points like you."

Rong Dingkun stared at the girl's clean and beautiful face, and couldn't help but think of Meng Qingzhi.

When Qingzhi fell in love with him, it was also Yu Zhihui's age, and she also liked to wear a white dress, pure and pure like a dewy gardenia. She likes to look up at herself with such eyes and regard herself as a god. For a person of his background, to be able to get the love of such a lady from a scholarly family, it is simply God’s blessing!

That was the day that Rong Dingkun missed the most, and he always wanted to relive it. How could he think that Sun Shaoqing's **** looks like Qingzhi? Obviously, this girl in front of me has the charm of Qingzhi!

"Zhihui..." Rong Dingkun murmured, "You have grown up."

Yu Zhihui clenched her fists subconsciously, but said gently: "I also hope that I will never grow up, so I can rely on my uncle forever."

Rong Dingkun smiled happily.

"Uncle, I'll pour you a drink." Yu Zhihui stood up and suddenly slumped. Rong Dingkun hurriedly reached out his hand to catch her falling body, and the two fell on the sofa together.

"I'm sorry!" Yu Zhihui blushed and struggled to get up. Her delicate and graceful body twisted, instantly igniting Rong Dingkun's fire. All the wine he drank earlier turned into heat, ramming through his body, disturbing the man's thoughts.

In a trance, Rong Dingkun seemed to see Meng Qingzhi again. His heart was beating wildly, and he hugged the person below him.

"Qingzhi...you're back? I won't lie to you this time. Don't leave, I'm willing to divorce and marry you..."

Yu Zhihui was so shocked that he forgot to struggle for a while, and let Rong Dingkun hug her and kiss her.

Feng Shizhen slowly returned to the hall, searching for Meng Xian's figure in the crowd, but saw that he was dancing with Rong Fanglin.

The affair between Meng Qingzhi and Rong Dingkun is an eternal thorn in Mrs. Rong's heart. Seeing Meng Xian holding her daughter dancing, the naive Fanglin can't stop laughing with his witty words, how can Mrs. Rong sit still?

She immediately pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the front, and said with a sneer: "Fang Lin, your third aunt is going home, I'm too busy, you can send it off for me."

Rong Fanglin was stunned. Meng Xian let go of the girl's hand with a smile, and said politely, "Since the elders call, it is natural to serve."

Rong Fanglin saw that her mother was not looking right, and left very wisely.

Mrs. Rong stared at Meng Xian vigilantly, her icy face like the whizzing north wind outside the window at the moment.

"Mr. Meng," Mrs. Rong said unceremoniously, straight to the point, "Fang Lin is too young to be friends with someone like you. Please don't approach her in the future."

Meng Xian smiled warmly and politely, and said, "Since Mrs. Rong said so, I naturally won't bother Ling Ai. Although I am famous, I won't bother the ladies of the Rong family. But I would like to ask you about one. people."

"Who?" Mrs. Rong asked.

Meng Xu'an said, "The governess in the house has a similar resemblance to my sister. I don't know where Mrs. Rong got it from?"

"It turns out that there is such a thing. It's a coincidence." Mrs. Rong was a little guilty and perfunctory, "This Miss Feng said that a friend recommended it, and the teaching is quite good."

"I'm afraid it's not just teaching." Meng Xian smiled, "I think Boss Rong also likes her very much."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mrs. Rong shouted in confusion.

Meng Xu'an said: "I said some frivolous things to Miss Feng before, I was afraid I might annoy her. She took Boss Rong to the other side, afraid that she was complaining with snot and tears at the moment. Mrs. Rong, Do you think Boss Rong will stand up for her?"

Mrs. Rong's face turned blue and white.

When she chose Feng Shizhen, she was really looking for her bookish scent that resembled Meng Qingzhi. But Rong Dingkun didn't like her, and Mrs. Rong was still puzzled. Especially now that Rong Jiashang is obviously infatuated with Feng Shizhen, if the father and son can turn against each other because of stealing a woman, it will be very pleasing.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Rong immediately left Meng Xian, and called the servant who followed Rong Dingkun, and asked, "Where is the master?"

The servant said, "Miss Feng came to look for him just now, and the two went to the small salon in the east wing to talk."

The Rong family is so big, where can't they talk, but they have to find a place to talk with the door closed?

Mrs. Rong's eyes lit up, just when she saw Rong Jia passing by, she hurriedly stopped the person, "Eldest young master, the master called us to the small salon and said something happened."

Rong Jia's face was listless and annoyed, but he had to go.

Mrs. Rong seemed to be checking Daguanyuan's king, Xifeng, with her aunt and Rong Jia, as well as several servants and old mothers, and headed for the small salon in a mighty manner.

At the other end of the hall, Feng Shizhen looked at the backs of the group of people with cold eyes, then turned to take the juice that Feng Shixun handed over, and gave him a sweet and well-behaved smile.

Mrs. Rong reached the door of the small salon, and when she saw the door was closed, she couldn't help showing a sneer.

The woman's exclamation reached everyone's ears through the door panel, confirming Mrs. Rong's guess.

The auntie got a hint from Mrs. Rong, and she took the lead without knocking on the door, and broke in directly.

The room was dimly lit, and the two figures on the sofa were entangled. The people outside broke in with a bang, shocking the people inside. The girl who was pressed by Rong Dingkun screamed and pushed Rong Dingkun away in a hurry.

Rong Dingkun was caught off guard and fell on the carpet. He angrily shouted at the people at the door: "What are you doing? Get out!"

At this level, Rong Jia couldn't see that the stepmother was here to catch the rape, she was blind. Disgusted in his heart, he turned his head and left.

Mrs. Rong said loudly, "Master, you are too impatient. Miss Feng's brother is still here. If you let him know, how will this end?"

Rong Jiashang stopped abruptly and turned his head in disbelief.

"What kind of madness are you having?" Rong Dingkun scolded, "What are you doing with so many people? Get out of here!"

"Don't worry, sir." Mrs. Rong asked her aunt to turn on the headlights, blocking the door and sneering, "Miss Sun is gone, I know you are lonely. Miss Feng is well-educated, and originally I..."

The chandelier snapped on, illuminating the room brightly. Rong Dingkun, who was disheveled, and Yu Zhihui, who was huddled in the sofa, had a clear view. Mrs. Rong's tongue seemed to be taken away by a cat. With her mouth open, she could only pant in fright, her face gradually turning the color of pig liver.

It was something Mrs. Rong couldn't understand even if she wanted to break her head.

Rong Jiashang burst into a laugh, mocking him beyond words. He turned away immediately.

When his father's house caught fire, he should avoid suspicion as a son.

Mrs. Rong pushed away the aunt who wanted to stop her, and pounced on Rong Dingkun like an angry lion. She reached out and slapped him twice, causing Rong Dingkun to stagger back.

"You **** beast! This is your niece, you won't let it go! You beast!"

Rong Dingkun quickly calmed down after the initial panic, grabbed Mrs. Rong's sharp claws, and said coldly, "I never force women!"

Mrs. Rong was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was indeed the case. So she turned to Yu Zhihui, grabbed her hair and dragged her off the sofa.

"Unscrupulous little hoof! Raise you, give you food and clothing, and pay your family's debts. That's how you repay me?" Mrs. Rong slapped Yu Zhihui several times, making her cheeks flush. " With such a shortage of men, even my uncle would seduce? Why are you so cheap?"######

sixty two

"Auntie!" Yu Zhihui was disheveled, hugged Mrs. Rong's leg, and burst into tears, "Auntie, I've been wronged! I didn't seduce my uncle! It was my uncle who was drunk and grabbed my name, Qingzhi, and treated me like a I can't push him away. If you hadn't come, I'd be biting my tongue now! Aunt, I really didn't do anything wrong to you!"

Mrs. Rong was stunned again. Rong Dingkun was obsessed with Meng Qingzhi, and he loved to follow her appearance when he was looking for a lover. If he is drunk, it is not impossible for him to mistake Yu Zhihui for Meng Qingzhi.

Mrs. Rong looked at Rong Dingkun. Rong Dingkun avoided her gaze, which was equivalent to acquiescence. Mrs. Rong turned around for a while, pushed Yu Zhihui away, and tried desperately to find Rong Dingkun.

"Rong Dingkun, you're not a human being! You are drunk and looking for others, how can you even get your niece! There are so many guests outside, how shameless are you?"

"Now that you know there are guests outside, what are you thinking of making such a fuss?" Rong Dingkun hurriedly dodged.

Mrs. Rong cried and beat him: "You can't even sleep with your niece, I can't make trouble? Rong Dingkun, I want to divorce you! I, Huang Shujun, can't afford to lose face!"

The auntie hurriedly said, "Madam, don't be impulsive."

Yu Zhihui wiped away tears and raised her face sadly, "Auntie, it's all my fault. If I'm gone, you can have a good time with my uncle, and my family won't have to be dragged down by me."

After saying that, he slammed into the wall.

Amidst the screams of the women, a servant with quick eyes and quick hands flew over and threw Yu Zhihui onto the carpet. The auntie hurried to hug Yu Zhihui, for fear that she would meet again.

"Let me die!" Yu Zhihui struggled desperately in his aunt's arms, crying out of breath, "If something like this happens, what future do I have? It's better to die clean."

"My poor sister-in-law!" With a sharp cry, the Yu family's eldest sister-in-law rushed in like a frightened pheasant and hugged Yu Zhihui. Yu Zhihui was crying deeply and deeply, but was suddenly interrupted by her sister-in-law, and she couldn't hide her sullen face.

"How could such a thing happen? How can you get married in the future? Boss Rong, our sister-in-law is still a big girl!"

Rong Dingkun's face was ashen, and he snorted coldly, "I haven't broken her body yet."

Yu Zhihui was so embarrassed that her face almost dripped with blood. At this moment, she really wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself.

"Boss Rong said it easily." The Yu family's elder sister-in-law said sharply, "How can Zhihui live if this is the case? Although our Yu family has no money, we are also a Shili family. It can't be left like this!"

Rong Dingkun said with a sneer, "Will the young lady of Shili get drunk in someone else's house? Has your husband paid off all the money he owes?"

Sister-in-law choked. Without saying a word, Yu Zhihui pushed the auntie away, smashed the wine glass with a bang, and wiped the wet glass around her neck.

The auntie and the sister-in-law Yu were so frightened that one hugged and the other grabbed their hands.

"Don't stop me!" Yu Zhihui cried hoarsely, "With the reputation of seducing my uncle, knocking, smashing and blackmailing me, what's the point of my life? If I die, I'll die!"

Yang Xiucheng walked in amid the screams and cries of the women one after another. He violently snatched the glass piece from Yu Zhihui's hand, turned around and instructed the clerk, "Go out and close the door!"

The clerk still hesitated. Yang Xiucheng burst out and shouted: "Didn't you hear me? Go out!"

Everyone was frightened by his posture, and the women stopped crying temporarily.

Yu Zhihui burst into tears, did not dare to look up at Yang Xiucheng, fell into the arms of his aunt and cried bitterly.

Yang Xiucheng asked Mrs. Yu, "How did Mrs. Yu know that something happened here?"

Sister-in-law Yu was a little afraid of his gloomy and cold appearance, and said embarrassingly: "A gentleman came to me and said that Zhihui was bullied."

Yang Xiucheng frowned and asked, "Is that Mr. Meng who came late?"

Sister-in-law Yu nodded again and again: "It's the one who is very handsome..."

Yang Xiucheng glanced at Yu Zhihui, who was crying, and walked stiffly in front of Rong Dingkun, saying in a low voice, "It should be said that Meng Xian designed you. It's just..."

"It's just that he wants to take the bait himself!" Mrs. Rong said sharply.

"Enough!" Rong Dingkun glared at Mrs. Rong and said to Yu Zhihui, "What did you say to Meng Xian?"

"He just made fun of me, saying that I borrowed my dress." Yu Zhihui responded, "Uncle, do you think I'm working with him to plot against you?"

"You're wronged!" The Yu family's sister-in-law screamed again, "How could we do such a thing? Boss Rong, you are a man, and you can't push all the troubles on women."

"I think he can." Mrs. Rong sneered.

"Master," Yang Xiucheng said, "send the two of them home first."

"This matter can't be left like this!" Sister-in-law Yu shouted immediately, "We know that such an innocent and innocent girl will be bullied by you, Master. No matter what, we must have an explanation."

"Stop talking! Let's go back!" Yu Zhihui angrily walked towards the door.

Looking at her thin back, Rong Dingkun couldn't help thinking of the scene when Meng Qingzhi left him. So determined, vulnerable, and full of pain. If you could coax her a little more patiently at that time, let her stay. Will she not go to America and die in that faraway place?

"Wait a minute!" Rong Dingkun said solemnly.

He took out the checkbook, wrote one, and handed it to Yu Zhihui.

Yu Zhihui bit her lip, her face was pale, and she refused to answer. Sister-in-law Yu was like a dog staring at the flesh and bones, and impatiently wanted to take it for Yu Zhihui. Rong Dingkun put his hand away.

"This is for Zhihui." Rong Dingkun looked grim, "Take it! Do you want to wear a borrowed skirt for the rest of your life?"

Yu Zhihui gritted her teeth fiercely, grabbed the check, pushed open the door, and rushed out.

Sister-in-law Yu followed closely, shouting all the way: "Zhihui, you are young, let your brother and sister-in-law help you manage the money..."

In the small salon, the remaining four were silent.

Yang Xiucheng said in a low voice, "If there is nothing else, I will retire."

Rong Dingkun's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. He waved his hand, and Yang Xiucheng left without saying a word.

Mrs. Rong giggled: "It's a pity that a good loyal dog."

Rong Dingkun's chest rose and fell, panting heavily, and suddenly swept the lamp to the ground.

Yang Xiucheng walked to the hall in one breath, standing under the bright light, panting like a rescued man from drowning.

Rong Fanglin took the arm of a young officer and walked over chatting and laughing. Yang Xiucheng ignored the greetings from the two of them, and walked straight to Meng Xu'an, who was flirting with Du Lanxin.

"Mr. Meng," Yang Xiucheng's tone was cold as if counting the middle of winter, "the Rong family does not welcome you, please leave as soon as possible to avoid unpleasantness."

Under Du Lanxin's astonished eyes, Meng Xu'an put down the wine glass and kissed the back of the beauty's hand. Yang Xiucheng waved his hand, and two servants followed behind Meng Xian, escorting him towards the gate.

This small change did not affect the joyous atmosphere of the dance. The band played a joyful and upbeat tune. The young people held hands and formed a circle. The leather shoes stepped out neatly, and the laughter and whistles flew.

Meng Xian calmly walked around the edge of the dance floor. When going out, he inadvertently looked back, lowered the brim of his hat, and then turned around and plunged into the dark and cold night outside.

Beside the railing on the second floor, a young girl in a green dress watched as the tall man's back was hidden by the carved door.

She kept everything downstairs in her eyes: Yu Zhihui who left in embarrassment, the Rong family couple who forced a smile to greet the guests, Du Lanxin who gently comforted Yang Xiucheng, and Rong Fanglin who danced with other young people in anger. , as well as Rong Fanghua and Feng Shixun who were joking and eating snacks without knowing what was going on.

A dance full of joys and sorrows.

Yu Zhihui was furious and walked towards the gate of Rong's house alone.

Rong Jia was waiting at the door, stopped her, and said with a chuckle, "You really opened my eyes today, cousin Hui."

Yu Zhihui was so angry that he couldn't help laughing and laughing: "What? Can't bear the check that my uncle gave me?"

Rong Jiashang said indifferently: "You may not know what kind of person my father is. When he wants to understand that he was used by you, he will definitely take revenge."

Yu Zhihui shuddered, her eyes dodging: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"I'm not trying to trouble you, cousin Hui." Rong Jia said, "If you weren't cornered, you wouldn't do anything like this. I'm here to remind you for the sake of our cousin and brother. It's better to leave Shanghai. My father really loves fragrance, so he won't kill women, but he'll make your life worse than death."

Yu Zhihui's face was as pale as earth, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Cousin Hui is a smart person, she should know what to do." Rong Jiashang gave way, "I'll ask the driver to take you home."

Yu Zhihui climbed into the car as if suffering from wandering spirits. Rong Jiashang helped her close the car door thoughtfully, and said, "I have something I want to ask you. Do you know why your wife regards you as Mr. Feng?"

Yu Zhihui said, "I don't know either. It's probably because Miss Feng brought my uncle here."

Rong Jiashang's face was dark and obscure: "Why did she bring her father over? Did the two of you discuss it?"

Yu Zhihui shook his head, "I heard the two of you arguing next door before. She hid with me, and the two of us had a few words of affection. When she saw that I was drunk, she said she would find someone to take me to the guest room to rest. Then came with my uncle..."

Rong Jia was silent. Yu Zhihui was worried, for fear that he would suddenly get angry. But Rong Jia didn't say anything, just knocked on the window. The driver understood and started the car.

Yu Zhihui looked back in disbelief, Rong Jia's upright figure was like a dark sword, merging into the darkness.

She is not familiar with Rong Jiashang, she has always regarded him as an ordinary rich young master, a little clever, but like all rich children, he is romantic, selfish, and cool. But just now, she clearly saw a cluster of crazy flames from those deep eyes. That is the madness that can devour people and destroy everything at any time.

After seeing Yu Zhihui away, Rong Jiashang walked across the lawn alone and walked towards the lively mansion.

The strong night wind actually swept away the dark clouds in the sky, and the twinkling stars filled the night sky, turning the sky into a huge glass cover.

The yellow leaves of the big ginkgo tree in the yard are like brilliant gold foil under the illumination of the garden lamp, reflecting the handsome and fair face of the young man, but also gloomy and dignified.

Rong Jia stepped on the thick fallen leaves and walked under the ginkgo tree.

"Shang." Hashimoto Shiori came out from behind the tree. Her face was still wet with tears, and her thin body shivered in the autumnal equinox.

"Why did you come out when you got dressed?" Rong Jia took off his suit jacket and put it on her, "I'll take you in."

"Wait." Hashimoto Shiori took his hand, "I have something to tell you. There just happens to be no one else here."

Rong Jia stopped.

Shiori Hashimoto bowed his head with a wry smile, and said, "First of all, I want to congratulate you on your engagement. That Miss Du is from a good background and is beautiful. I'm a little jealous of her."

Rong Jia did not speak.

Hashimoto Shiori still held his hand and said, "We have been separated for half a year, from early spring to late autumn. I have never forgotten you, and I have been looking forward to reuniting with you in my heart. I don't think the same thing, but in the end we meet again. Thank you Amaterasu for your blessing."

Rong Jia sighed: "Shi'er, we are both doing well now, isn't that bad?"

"Okay." Hashimoto Shiori bit her lip and said with tears, "I am really happy for you. Whether you miss me or not, whether you still like me or not, as long as you can be happy and happy, I will ask for nothing else. Jia Shang, I just want to ask. You used to really like me, didn't you?"

Rong Jiashang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Shiori Hashimoto laughed through tears: "I have no regrets anymore. As long as you allow me to stay by your side as your friend, so that I can continue to love you silently."

"Shi'er," Rong Jia said, "you don't have to do this. Wouldn't it be better to give up on me and find a good man again?"

Shiori Hashimoto said quietly: "You don't understand my heart. Don't worry, I won't disturb you. We can't be lovers, but we can still be friends, right?"

Rong Jia has little experience in the end. It was the first time to deal with such an occasion, and he couldn't find any appropriate words to deal with. After thinking about it for a while, he finally had to nod his head.

"Kashang, you haven't changed at all." Hashimoto Shiori smiled softly and turned away gracefully.

Rong Jiashang secretly laughed at himself.

He didn't actually listen to what Hashimoto Shiori said just now.

How strange. He was so engrossed in her back then that he would pay attention to every word she said. But after a long time, he had learned to block her voice.

Whether it's Du Lanxin or Shiori Hashimoto, it's just a simplified symbol in his mind. Only that woman, like a vine, pervasive, unknowingly, has firmly climbed his heart.

Someone walked to the balcony on the second floor and stood by the railing. The wind blew the tassels on her temples and the silk shawl she was wearing.

Rong Jiashang raised his head and looked at Feng Shizhen upstairs across the swirling leaves.

Under the bright light of the garden lamp, the golden leaves swirled in the wind and danced gracefully. They are shining, drawing a trail of light in the night sky, like a firefly, like a flame, floating to every corner of the courtyard.

The two were surrounded by streamers, as if they were in two decidedly opposite worlds. #####

sixty-three

These days, there is a kind of servant called Laomozi. With them there, the owner has nothing to do, and within a day and night, they can spread to the whole Shanghai beach.

The fact that Mr. Rong stole Mrs. Rong's niece at the dance spread to the ears of the housewife and the second concubine who had a good night's sleep the next day.

The second concubine hadn't given birth, so it was inconvenient to attend the dance, so she took the medicine and went to bed early. When I woke up the next day and heard the news, I immediately rolled over the bed with laughter and cried out in joy.

Mrs. Rong caught her husband and her niece. It was a rare event in ten years. It was a pity that she couldn't watch the scene last night.

When such a thing happened, the Rong couple naturally fell out again.

Rong Dingkun calmed down and analyzed it, thinking that this matter must have been settled by the Huang family and the Yu family, just to extort. Rong Dingkun, such a strong and conceited person, hated being coerced the most in his life. He immediately hated the Huang Yu family completely, informed the concierge that the Yu family was not allowed to enter the door, and had a big quarrel with Mrs. Rong, left home in a huff, and moved to Hongyan's small mansion to live.

Mrs. Rong also felt wronged, thinking that the Yu family took advantage of her. Mrs. Yu called, and she scolded her cousin and Yu Zhihui to the bone, and the half-life friendship between the two sisters was now over.

Here, Yu Zhihui got Rong Jia's advice and moved very quickly. She cashed the check the next day and paid off her brother's debt. The remaining 3,000 yuan in her hand is like a ginseng fruit that can live forever. The three sisters-in-law in the family were eyeing the tiger, begging for it secretly and openly, and almost reached out to grab it.

Yu Zhihui used the pretext to go to Tangkou to buy medicine for her mother, so she turned around and opened an account at Citibank and saved the money.

Seeing that she was young, beautiful and generous, the assistant wanted to flatter her, took the initiative to run errands for her, helped her buy a ticket to Guangzhou, invited her to drink coffee, and then drove the beautiful woman home in a newly bought car.

Now that he is rich and free, Yang Xiucheng can no longer want him.

Thinking of Yang Xiucheng's shocked and indignant face that day, Yu Zhihui wiped tears silently in the back seat of the car.

When the sisters-in-law of the Yu family saw the sister-in-law went out, they caught up with a decent-looking man. They were both admiring and contemptuous. They were afraid that she would take the money to get married, and they collectively forced her to hand over the money at night.

Yu Zhihui looked at the ruthless and greedy faces of her brother and sister-in-law, especially her mother's ruthless back, her heart was completely cold, and was ignited by the flame of hatred.

"A woman like you whose reputation has been ruined, how can there be a serious man willing to marry you?" The Yu family's sister-in-law said sharply, "You are young and ignorant, and the men outside are all for your money. I'll find another clean woman."

"Yeah!" Yu family's second sister-in-law helped, "You can't keep such a large sum of money. Let the second brother and second sister-in-law take care of it for you, and don't let outside men take advantage of you."

Unwilling to be left behind, the third sister-in-law of the Yu family said loudly, "Your third brother has worked in a bank, and he knows how to manage money best. It's best to leave it to us."

Yu Zhihui smiled playfully, "I only have so much money, but I have three sisters-in-law. I don't know which one to give. Why don't the sisters-in-law discuss it first and tell me tomorrow?"

So the three concubines of the Yu family went to kill each other, and finally let Yu Zhihui go.

Yu Zhihui packed her luggage overnight. When it was dawn, she cried and kowtowed in front of her mother's closed door, and quietly left the house.

When the Yu family found that Yu Zhihui was gone, she was already sitting on the train going south.

The scenery outside the window quickly regressed, leaving the bustling Shanghai far behind. The train takes the young girl to an unknown new life.

Yu Zhihui silently looked out the window, and after a long while, she finally collapsed on the table and cried bitterly.

"I really admire her." The second concubine said while knitting wool, "he is cruel enough and decisive enough. If something like this happens, whether she is innocent or not, she will never find a decent husband in Shanghai. Really. Why don't you just walk away, go to the relatives in other places, find a man you don't know about and marry quickly. This woman, the most important thing in this life is to take advantage of her youth and beauty, marry a reliable man, and have another son! What! Free love, career, ideals, these are all things that foreigners get to fool people. Once this woman is older and her appearance declines, it will be difficult to get a trace of love from a man. Therefore, she has to give birth quickly while she is young. Son. Miss Feng, don't you think so?"

Feng Shizhen yawned, closed the book on his lap, and gave the second concubine a polite smile.

The second concubine laughed shyly: "Miss Feng is still young, she is so beautiful, and her tutor is also a decent and good job. Of course, you don't have to worry about this. Besides, my brother is not married yet. Dr. Feng has a girlfriend. Yet?"

"I'm not sure." Feng Shizhen said, "but many nurses in the hospital and family members of patients like him very much. My eldest brother has been popular with girls since he was a child, so I don't worry about him."

The second concubine felt sour in her heart and said, "Then keep your eyes open and choose carefully. Miss Feng, you are a pure and down-to-earth person, you don't know how many ways women can deceive men. Before marriage, pretend to be virtuous, gentle and considerate. When I got married, I began to dislike my husband for not making money, and I had to use money to replace my parents' unworthy brother. Either I disliked the little girl for not marrying, or she thought the little girl had too much dowry..."

"Aunt Sun is taking herself as an example?" Mrs. Rong interjected coldly.

Feng Shizhen and the second concubine were both taken aback and got up in a hurry.

Mrs. Rong walked down the stairs with the inseparable auntie, and said to the second aunt: "I heard Jiakang crying just now, why don't you go take a look, you mother-in-law?"

The second concubine does not have the support of Rong Dingkun now, so naturally she will not conflict with Mrs. Rong. She immediately responded meekly, put away her sweater, and walked away neatly.

Mrs. Rong turned her head,