To Make He Yu Regret

The ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of the new hotel was undoubtedly the most beautiful time for the Jiang family.

The magnificent hotel, the marble pillars are as high as they are about to reach the sky, and the rows of crystal lamps exude dazzling brilliance. The front hall was covered with an invisible red carpet, and both sides of the red carpet were filled with flower baskets from business partners.

Going further in, you reach the spacious and grand reception hall.

I can smell the faint and pleasant smell in the air, and many He Yu's unnamed dishes are beautifully placed and displayed high on the table. The neatly dressed waiter stood by the buffet counter with a well-trained smile on his face.

Everything here is so exquisite and trendy.

The beautiful hostess put on an evening dress and wore dazzling jewels. The hostess was also in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was combed back shiny and shiny. Each of them, holding their little daughter, walked down the spiral staircase on the second floor.

Jiang Mingzhen is a real princess.

She wore a puffy princess dress with bare shoulders, a two-layer princess dress with short front and long back. The outer layer of the skirt is slippery spun yarn with white flowers dotted on it, and the skirt is embroidered. The inner layer is low-key pearl white, shining brightly under the light of the floor lamp.

Different from when she was in school, Jiang Mingzhen curled her hair, pinned a small crown hairpin on her head, and the hair scattered around her cheeks as an ornament was also carefully curled.

She even put on makeup, and her inconspicuous appearance finally became a little bit cute under the superb decoration of the makeup artist.

When the hosts came downstairs, they were surrounded by groups of guests who came to congratulate them.

Knowing that the Jiang family loves this daughter most, Jiang Mingzhen is the focus of everyone's greetings.

"Hello, the little princess of the Jiang family, do you remember Uncle Zhao?" The middle-aged man with a loud voice leaned down and shook hands with Jiang Mingzhen.

The female companion next to him came forward and greeted: "I haven't seen you in a year, Miss Jane has grown up and become beautiful."

"Isn't it older?" Xu Meiyin smiled: "She is in preschool this year."

Jiang Mingzhen obediently said hello to his uncles and aunts.

He Yu was taken by his mother in the corner of the crowd. Aunt Fan rarely sees such occasions, and He Yu is the first time in her life.

The Jiang family of three who get along day and night are obviously people he knows very well, but there are still some. Things he can't tell are different from usual.

Mrs. Jiang Mingzhen, who will be crying angrily, has a generous and decent smile on her face; the unshaven Jiang Patriarch, who is busy, holds a glass of wine, and welcomes guests thoughtfully. Even Jiang Mingzhen, who loves to play with her temper and ignorance, is not timid when she sees adults.

He Yu lowered his head and looked at his clothes and shoes.

Only he is the same as usual.

"Ayu, let's go."

Aunt Fan took her son's hand.

"These have nothing to do with us. Madam asked us to eat delicious food. Let's go inside. I will show you the buffet."

He Yu retracted his gaze and nodded to his mother.

Aunt Fan felt a little more at ease after getting rid of the glamorous crowd.

"I don't know how much it will cost to eat in this restaurant in the future. The decoration is so good, it is better than the TV series. We will eat more later. The food here is all good things."

They specifically chose a remote location to sit down. They didn't want to be conspicuous.

It's a pity that it's impossible to eat more. The phone in Aunt Fan's pocket rang before taking two bites of the food.

After she picked it up, she frowned without hearing a few words. He Yu asked her mouth-to-mouth: "Is it a construction site?" Aunt Fan nodded at him, and then gestured him to stay where she was. She went out to talk on the phone.

Aunt Fan did not come back until the ribbon-cutting ceremony began.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was warm, and the emcee who presided over was very eloquent, and everyone was amused by constant applause.

He Yu, who was sitting in place, was absent-minded, chewing the food that he couldn't taste in his mouth, his eyes never left the door. He couldn't blend in with the laughter and laughter around him. He only cared about whether his mother's phone call was bad news.

"Come on, let the little princess in our hotel talk about what you want to do when you grow up?"

The emcee handed the microphone to the little girl's hand.

Jiang Mingzhen's voice came from the stereo, and He Yu looked on the stage.

She was held in her father's arms, with a happy smile on her face and a crisp voice.

"When I grow up, I will be a great chef. I will fry all the dishes in Dad's restaurant, and everyone will praise them for their deliciousness."

All the adults present listened to her and couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Yuan kissed his daughter's cheek: "Then I am counting on Xiaozhen in my house."

It is hard for anyone to imagine that Jiang Mingzhen, who needs to be fed by a nanny every day, can one day take the lead in a big hotel.

However, what she said was really serious.

The little girl's eyes were filled with the future, filled with sparkling dreams, every word, so bright and firm.

He Yu applauded with everyone and was happy for her.

...

Their difference came on the second day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The two children did not reconcile thoroughly.

Knowing that He Yu was leaving, Jiang Mingzhen couldn't hold back, so she took the initiative to find him.

Aunt Fan and He Yu packed things in the room, Jiang Mingzhen knocked on the door and called He Yu out.

"Living taro, although you won't go back for too long, but...I have something to tell you!"

"Say what?" he asked.

Looking at Aunt Fan in the room, she winked at him mysteriously.

"You come to the backyard."

He Yu followed behind her, and Jiang Mingzhen walked all the way to the darkest part of the yard.

There is no sound around, and there is a thick shade of trees above the head. She took a few deep breaths and turned to face him.

"When you go back to the country, you can't like other girls except me."

He Yu was confused: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Mingzhen rolled her eyes. She was angry that he was still pretending to be stupid, and she simply spoke more clearly.

"I mean, you grow up well and become a great person. I will consider marrying you in the future."

"I don't understand." He Yu scratched her neck, looking at her eyes like an alien creature: "Why should you consider... marry me?"

Crossing his hands, Jiang Mingzhen held up a high expression and snorted coldly.

"I know you like me."

Her voice fell for thirty seconds, and no one answered her.

With a light cough, Jiang Mingzhen was about to enumerate where she found her. He Yu stopped her in due course.

"I didn't like you." He said.

"You are ugly and have a bad temper. I will never marry you."

Jiang Mingzhen couldn't believe what she heard.

This moment suddenly evokes a sense of sight. In this backyard, in this mantou face boy's mouth, they met for the first time, he lifted her hijab and shouted: "Mom has a ghost."

New grudges add old grudges.

Double offense, double anger.

"Live taro!"

She roared full of anger and stunned the birds.

"Fuck."

Passing through the intricate branches and leaves, a pile of white bird droppings landed smoothly, hitting Jiang Mingzhen's head.

He Yu looked at her fixedly.

Jiang Mingzhen touched her head, then looked at her hands, "Wow--" cried out.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Meeting He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen became embarrassed.

The embarrassed Jiang Mingzhen said cruel words that turned into anger.

"Living taro! Wait, you will regret it!"

...

When He Yu returned to the room, Aunt Fan had almost collected the luggage.

"Books, paper and pens in your school, do you want to bring them?"

He shook his head at his mother.

Among those things, He Yu only pulled out two pieces of paper and stuffed it into his school bag.

The first piece of paper is his certificate of merit for "Little Artist of the Future".

The second sheet of paper looked crumpled, and even if it was flattened artificially, the creases on it were still clearly visible.

"Your painting?" Aunt Fan looked at it strangely, and asked more: "How can it be pressed like that, still orange, orange and yellow, so dirty?"

"It's the same color when painting."

Although he did not paint, but he painted his paintings.

Lay the paper neatly, He Yu put on his schoolbag.

"Come on, mother, let's go back to the country."