Yu Jingqiu refused: "Don't let Ming Shu delay your affairs. With me here, Ming Shu's marriage will not go wrong."

Her calm demeanor and resolute tone made Li Yanzhong momentarily dazed, as if he were seeing Mrs. Feng from ten years ago, who single-handedly supported her husband's family business.

And he could only ever watch her back, never daring to approach or defile her.

...

Feng Mingshu left early, but deliberately dawdled a bit when changing buses, arriving at the Red Star Auditorium just five minutes before the end of the journey.

A dozen or so young women had already arrived outside the auditorium. In the freezing winter air, most of them wore leather shoes and skirts, with a not-so-thick woolen coat over them, but the bright colors were eye-catching.

As Feng Mingshu walked by, wearing a cotton-padded coat and a hat, he immediately looked like a bloated gray mouse.

"Comrade, have you come to the wrong place?" A tall, thin-lipped girl glanced at her, her gaze finally settling on her feet, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Following the other person's gaze downwards, Feng Mingshu noticed a footprint on her black cloth shoes, likely left by someone stepping on them while squeezing onto the bus.

"Thank you for the reminder, comrade." Feng Mingshu smiled at the other person, stepped aside, took out an old cotton handkerchief from the cotton-padded jacket pocket, and bent down to wipe the surface of the shoes.

The tall, thin-lipped girl curled her lip in mockery, turned to chat and laugh with her companion, then suddenly her gaze sharpened, and she said with excitement, "Director Wu is here, let's go and greet him quickly."

He took the lead and went to greet them, and the group of girls quickly followed, all calling out "Hello, Director Wu!"