At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Mengzhou personally drove to the Bay Hotel in Yunxiang City to have dinner with Zhong Shanmei.
At this time, Zhao Mengzhou was wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and walking with a wind. He looked like a successful businessman.
He gently held Zhong Shanmei's hand and walked to the yacht that had been customized in advance.
The luxury yacht was covered with flowers, and the waiters present were all foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes in suits and ties.
Zhao Mengzhou communicated with this group of foreigners in proficient English. Zhong Shanmei, who was following Zhao Mengzhou, couldn't understand a word and felt terrified in his heart.
The yacht slowly sailed from the coast towards the center of Canghai. Zhao Mengzhou took Zhong Shanmei's arm and sent him to the window seat of the round table. After letting Zhong Shanmei sit down, Zhao Mengzhou slowly walked to the red cloth wooden chair opposite. Sat down.
The blond waiter started to serve the food, and a fat-bellied, white-haired foreign man who was elderly came up wearing a gift.
He held a delicate violin in his hand. After communicating with Zhao Mengzhou in English, he handed Zhao Mengzhou a song book.
Zhao Mengzhou carefully checked the song book and then ordered the music.
The old foreign man with white hair and beard who looked very artistic put the violin on his neck and performed the music emotionally.
A waiter came up with a bouquet of flowers. Zhao Mengzhou stood up, took the flowers from the waiter's hands, and brought them to Zhong Shanmei with both hands.
"Ms. Zhong Shanmei, this is a little bit of my thoughts!" Zhao Mengzhou held the flowers, bent down and said softly.
Zhong Shanmei was confused and dizzy by all this, and had no idea what Zhao Mengzhou was going to do.
The only thing she could feel was that Zhao Mengzhou had worked so hard for all this.
Zhong Shanmei stood up and took the flowers, and saw a greeting card written in English on the flowers, with a small box hanging below the card.
"Open it and take a look. I wonder if you like it!" Zhao Mengzhou said softly.
Zhong Shanmei was confused for a while, then reached over and opened the small box. There was a ring box inside.
Under Zhao Mengzhou's guidance, Zhong Shanmei slowly opened the ring box, which turned out to be a dazzling diamond ring.
Zhong Shanmei was completely stunned, her heart beating wildly: "Why does this feel like a proposal?"
"Ms. Zhong Shanmei, can I call you Amei?" Zhao Mengzhou asked.
Zhong Shanmei nodded, her guard completely down.
"Amei, do you believe there is a magical thing in the world called fate?" Zhao Mengzhou looked at Zhong Shanmei affectionately and asked.
Zhong Shanmei couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "Mayor..." She sighed and was immediately interrupted by Zhao Mengzhou, "There is no mayor here. I call you A Mei, but you can just call me Meng Zhou!"
"Meng...zhou..." Zhong Shanmei couldn't help laughing, but Zhao Mengzhou was not funny at all! On the contrary, he was extremely solemn and his eyes were full of affection.
But Zhong Shanmei still couldn't accept this disgusting name.
"I can't say such a disgusting name!" Zhong Shanmei said sincerely.
Zhao Mengzhou was slightly disappointed, but his face expressed appreciation for Zhong Shanmei's sincerity: "You can call me Lao Zhao!"
Zhong Shanmei nodded.
"You haven't answered my question yet!" Zhao Mengzhou looked at Zhong Shanmei affectionately and continued to ask.
"Question?" Zhong Shanmei was confused for a while. She had forgotten what question Zhao Mengzhou asked her. She thought for two seconds and then said with an embarrassed smile: "Oh, you, you said fate, right?"
Zhao Mengzhou nodded, looking forward to Zhong Shanmei's answer.
Zhong Shanmei stopped laughing, looked at Zhao Mengzhou and asked: "Mayor Zhao..." Zhao Mengzhou's expression changed, and Zhong Shanmei immediately said: "Old Zhao... do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Of course it's the truth!" Zhao Mengzhou replied.
At this time, the yacht has arrived at the center of the sea. As far as the eye can see, the water and sky are all deep and dark. The lights are dotted in the distance, like stars in the sky falling on the sea in Yunxiang City, like a dream!
"Old Zhao, I came here because of no choice... This is not fate!"
Zhong Shanmei thought for a while and decided to be honest with Zhao Mengzhou.
Zhao Mengzhou was stunned for a moment, his face turned slightly red: "I'm very sorry for this!"
Zhong Shanmei smiled and did not answer.
"Growing up, has anyone told you who you look like?" Zhao Mengzhou asked.
Zhong Shanmei shook her head.
"If I said that you and my first love are almost exactly the same, would you believe it?" Zhao Mengzhou asked seriously.
Zhong Shanmei felt like laughing, but couldn't help it. She saw tears shining in Zhao Mengzhou's eyes.
"You said it looks like it, that should be true!" Zhong Shanmei said.
Zhao Mengzhou quickly took out a wallet from his arms. He opened the wallet and handed it to Zhong Shanmei.
Zhong Shanmei took it and held it in her hand. She was shocked when she looked at the old photos in her wallet.
There is a girl in her early twenties, wearing a simple flower shirt from the last century, with a ponytail, holding hands with the young Zhao Mengzhou, smiling brightly.
Looking at the astonished Zhong Shanmei, Zhao Mengzhou said with emotion: "Well, I didn't lie, right?"
Zhong Shanmei's eyes widened in astonishment. The woman looking at the old photos frowned and smiled. Her eyebrows and eyes were indeed so similar to hers. If Zhong Shanmei was also twenty, they could almost be said to be twins.
Zhong Shanmei nodded with great consternation.
"This photo was taken thirty-seven years ago, when we were just nineteen years old and went to college together in Beijing!" Zhao Mengzhou took back his wallet.
"Thirty-seven years ago, where is she now?" Zhong Shanmei asked in surprise.
"Dead! She died the year after this photo was taken!" Zhao Mengzhou looked at the wallet and a big tear rolled down.
Zhong Shanmei was completely stunned, looking at Zhao Mengyi for a while and not knowing what to say.
Zhao Mengzhou closed his eyes slightly, picked up the white tissue on the table, and wiped away his tears. The violinist on the side played a sad melody!
"From the first time I saw you... I almost thought I was hallucinating, feeling like I was living in a dream! Although I used despicable means to force you to meet me... But after three years of ups and downs in officialdom, In the past ten years, I have learned a truth: the more despicable the means are, the more effective they are!"
Zhao Mengzhou regained his composure, but as he spoke, there were still faint tears in his eyes.
At this time, Zhong Shanmei no longer cared about Zhao Mengzhou's despicable methods. All her thoughts were on the woman who was almost exactly like her.
"Can you tell me how she died?" Zhong Shanmei asked proactively.
