Before attending the Xia family's birthday, Zhong Lingyu made a special trip to Lingtian Temple.
It wasn't until evening that she hurried home to dress up.
Zhong Lingyu wears a sky-green cheongsam with wavy sleeves and a straight breast, a pearl fringed shawl, slim shoulders and a slim waist, and a curvy figure.
Her long crow-green hair is tied low and hidden under a moon-white British mesh hat.
Her palm-sized face was unpainted, with just a hint of red on her lips, which looked elegant, moist, and charming.
Zhong Yuming took a look and nodded with satisfaction.
The father and daughter got into a rickshaw and headed all the way to Xia Mansion.
The old man of the Xia family celebrated his 80th birthday. Celebrities from all walks of life were invited, and luxury cars were everywhere outside the long street.
In comparison, the Zhong family looks a little shabby.
Zhong Lingyu didn't care.
The purpose of her coming here is to break off the engagement.
During the birthday banquet, Zhong Lingyu took advantage of the chaos and gave the servant one yuan and a letter, asking the servant to secretly deliver the letter to the Xia family's old man.
After finishing the work, she was about to hide in a corner when a figure suddenly appeared in her sight - a figure that was familiar and frightening to her.
The man has a tall and tall figure and is wearing a black suit, which makes him look dignified and elegant.
His appearance caused an uproar.
Under the stars, Shen Huaizhou came to the center of the hall.
He didn't see her.
Zhong Lingyu originally wanted to run away, but Zhong Yuming suddenly pushed her forward.
Staggering, she hit a wall of flesh.
Shen Huaizhou helped her, his eyes passing over her two red lips as cold as ice, "Be careful."
"Thank you..." Zhong Lingyu raised his eyes, and his smile suddenly stiffened.
Seeing the instinctive fear of a cat, the mouse ran straight from her back to her mind, and she opened her arms in a slight panic.
Shen Huaizhou held her hand, but it fell away. He casually withdrew, his thin lips slightly hooked, "This young lady looks familiar."
Zhong Lingyu was dressed up, and her hat was densely meshed, almost covering half of her face.
If it was just that one-sided relationship, maybe he didn't recognize her.
Zhong Lingyu stiffened his back, lowered his head and pinched his throat and said, "Sir, you are joking. This is my first time meeting you."
"Yeah?"
Those two meaningful words almost scared Zhong Lingyu's soul away.
She glanced nervously at Shen Huaizhou's expression, but there was nothing wrong with it, just that she was thinking too much.
Saying sorry, she quickly withdrew from the crowd, but Zhong Yuming was dissatisfied.
"I finally pushed you to the front and let you show your face in front of the young marshal. You'd better not even talk to me if you get the chance, you loser."
"Go on your own, I want to go home." Zhong Lingyu clenched her fists, her palms already sticky.
Zhong Yuming looked ugly, "What about breaking off the engagement? Do you want me to handle it for you?"
"My father is timid and cowardly. He may not even have the courage to break off the engagement with the Xia family. How could I place my hope on my father? Therefore, I will never take the word "waste" seriously.
Zhong Yuming was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices.
Zhong Lingyu was too lazy to pay attention to him and left in a hurry.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt like there was a light on her back.
It wasn't until I called a rickshaw to leave that the chill that stabbed my back gradually disappeared.
Zhong Lingyu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
The night in Yuncheng was very gloomy, and the diffuse fog was dimmed by the lights on the street.
She was holding her chin in thought when the rickshaw suddenly stopped.
In the distance, a car blocked the street.
A tall shadow with his legs crossed, leaning against the car door.
The dark clouds that blocked the moonlight were blown away by the wind, and Qionghua turned into a beam of light, covering the man's handsome and deep face.
Through the mist, his dull and calm sight was projected like a sharp blade.
Zhong Lingyu's hair stood on end immediately. He handed the driver a silver dollar and left on foot in the opposite direction.
