After distributing the books, the first day of school was over. Song Qingmo rode his bike and took a long detour. He didn't want to see Mu Heng's Fasarati on the side of the road while he was riding his bike.

When Song Qingmo was riding his bike, he really didn't see Mu Heng on the road. He rode his bike unsteadily and finally got home before dark.

At the door of his villa, he saw Mu Heng who had been waiting for a long time. "Why don't you just go in? You're still waiting at the door. Isn't your mother home? That shouldn't be the case." Song Qingmo was always surprised to see Mu Heng. He almost fell when turning from the parking lane just now, but Song Qingmo still asked curiously.

"Aunt Song is at home. I'm just here waiting for you." Here it comes, that look again. Song Qingmo quickly turned his head away.

"Song Qingmo, I want to ask you again, is there really no possibility between you and me?" Mu Heng stared at him with the eyes of a prey.

After that unpleasant parting, Song Qingmo pondered for a long time the reason for Mu Hengshi's sudden outburst. Did Mu Hengshi like him? Song Qingmo ruled this out first because it was too outrageous. The most likely reason Song Qingmo could come up with was that Song Qingmo usually defended Mu Hengshi, but suddenly Song Qingmo ignored Mu Hengshi's request and helped him. Mu Hengshi already disliked him, and now he despised him even more.

"Mu Hengshi, you and I grew up together. You should understand that if I refuse, then I can't agree. Besides, we're only 16, how can we understand so many adult things? I believe you, with your qualifications, you can definitely find a better candidate. There's no need to pick on me alone." They both understood each other tacitly. One didn't mention love, and the other didn't mention marriage. They just asked what they wanted to say in an obscure way. Obviously, both of them misunderstood each other's meaning.

"Okay, I understand." Song Qingmo thought that when Mu Heng heard her reject his marriage proposal again, he would definitely lose his temper like he did in the hospital. However, after hearing her usual answer, he seemed quite calm this time.

Although Mu Hengshi didn't say it explicitly, he also knew that he and Mu Hengshi were still childhood sweethearts.

"In that case, this is an invitation to the Song family to attend my and Su Muxue's engagement dinner. I hope you will come tomorrow." Mu Hengshi gently placed the invitation in Song Qingmo's hand, and then left without asking to come in and sit down.

Song Qingmo always felt a little uneasy when looking at Mu Heng's back. He had a premonition that tomorrow's engagement party would definitely not be that simple.

On the first day of school, the teacher had already begun rapidly discussing the key points of first-year high school, and Song Qingmo listened attentively. Throughout the day, he secretly observed Mu Heng, who remained calm, showing neither the joy of an upcoming engagement nor the struggle of not wanting one. Throughout the day, he maintained a calm demeanor.

In fact, military training was still necessary. The teachers asked the students to come to school to prepare on this day, but they didn’t expect that they had no rest on this day and had to go to school on the day of preparation.

Song Qingmo felt his scalp tingling when he thought about the nearly 15 days of military training. Although he was a sunny and cheerful boy, he didn't want to stand there and do things in a proper manner. After all, Song Qingmo was usually very naughty. If no one was watching him, he would definitely not be able to sit still. Just like when he was listening to the teacher's lecture, his hands were fidgeting under the table. Even Mu Heng had noticed this little habit. Not allowing Song Qingmo to move freely was worse than killing him. But there was no way, he couldn't escape, so he had to bite the bullet and go on.

After returning home, Song Qingmo was dragged by his parents to the cloakroom to change into the dress they had just ordered. Before Song Qingmo could free himself from the pain of being confined, he saw his parents chattering about how beautiful his evening dress was. Song Qingmo took off the small hat his mother had put on his head, looking helpless, "Mom, we are attending a party, not cosplaying. What are you putting on my head? It's a mess." Song's mother put her hand down in dismay, "It's been too long since I dressed up for you, my son. Since you were 12 years old, you haven't let me pick out clothes for you. Poor parents in the world."

"Okay, I'll ask you to change it for me one day when I'm in a good mood, but it's late now and we have to go. The dinner is at the Key Platinum Forest in the city center. We live in a villa area outside Beijing, so it's a bit far from there." Key Platinum Forest is a business opened by the Mu family. The hotel venue is surrounded by retro, European and American style, and it is magnificent and inlaid with many gems and priceless antiques. The scale is almost comparable to the Old Summer Palace. Almost every grand gathering of wealthy families in Beijing is held there, and it must be attended by prominent figures. Usually, reservations have to be made for a long time, but this time it is different. It is the Mu family's own engagement, so it can be used at will.

Song Qingmo didn't want to waste it like this. If he had such a big hotel, he would definitely sell it and save all the money for emergencies.

Song Qingmo finally changed into his formal attire. He looked in the mirror at himself, his flowing hair, his picturesque features, his gentle and elegant demeanor. His already handsome face, framed by the deep blue rhinestone dress, resembled a mermaid with a blue tail, swimming from the deep sea, its scales shimmering in the light, a deep, brilliant glow. Noble yet captivating. He thought he looked quite good, and quite deceptive, to the point of fooling those people into thinking he was some kind of elegant, aloof young master.

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