Through the crowd of people, Cheng Muyun saw Xu Zhuohua with bright eyes and white teeth, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wearing Zen robes and long gowns in the temple, she already looked elegant and refined. Now that she's dressed up, she's even more beautiful and captivating.

Cheng Muyun coughed lightly, smiled brightly, and extended his palm. "Miss Xu, the plans for tonight have changed. Would you like to go for a walk with me?"

"Go out for a walk?" Xu Zhuohua was pleasantly surprised; she also wanted to see the new Haicheng at night.

Cheng Muyun seemed to have anticipated Xu Zhuohua's reaction, and raised his hand, "Hmm, interested?"

Xu Zhuohua tiptoed to Cheng Muyun's side, reached out and placed her hand on his broad palm, feeling the thin calluses, hard and a little rough on her hand.

Cheng Muyun's fingertips also touched the calluses on Xu Zhuohua's palm, and the smile on his face froze for a moment before quickly returning to normal.

"Of course I'm interested."

"Then let's go."

Watching the two perfectly matched figures disappear around the corner of the stairs, Xu Ma, who was standing at the door with the maid, frowned.

"The second young master is so good to Miss Xu," a maid said.

Xinghua raised her face and said proudly, "Your second young master is the best to my young lady."

Aunt Xu rolled her eyes at Xinghua, "My second young master is a gentleman, he's nice to everyone."

After going downstairs, Cheng Muyun let go of Xu Zhuohua's hand. Xu Zhuohua then looked for Madam Cheng, but couldn't find her.

Cheng Muyun said leisurely, "Don't bother looking for her. My mother has been taken away and gone to Grandpa's place."

Xu Zhuohua still felt a little disappointed. She had planned to do something unseemly at the dinner table to disgust Madam Cheng and Governor Cheng, but she wouldn't have the chance tonight.

Cheng Muyun chuckled softly, "What? Are you a little disappointed?"

“The warlord’s wife doesn’t like me,” Xu Zhuohua said.

Cheng Muyun raised an eyebrow. "It's enough that I like you. Why do you need so many people to like you?"

Xu Zhuohua looked up at Cheng Muyun.

What does that mean? He...likes me?

Please, please don't!

Before Xu Zhuohua could react, Cheng Muyun pulled her arm and said, "Come on, I'll take you to a fun place."

The car gradually drove onto the bustling street, where the lights were dazzling and unique Western-style buildings came into view.

The car stopped, waiting for the tram ahead to slowly pass.

Xu Zhuohua felt as if she were in an old movie, and the jingling of the tram was the sound of opening a time tunnel.

The next moment, the singing from the Paramount Ballroom drifted through the streets, and she realized that she was truly living in this era.

Unfortunately, the car didn't stop in front of the Paramount Ballroom. Instead, it turned a corner and arrived in front of an antique courtyard, where the sound of opera singing could be heard, delicate, powerful, melodious and lingering.

Following behind Cheng Muyun, Xu Zhuohua saw a dashing young man in a suit, looking carefree and nonchalant, leaning casually against a pillar by the door.

"It's really not easy to get an appointment with you," the man said casually to Cheng Muyun, but his eyes were fixed on Xu Zhuohua behind him.

Xu Zhuohua sensed the man's unfriendly gaze and hid behind Cheng Muyun.

Cheng Muyun stopped. "Shao Zun seems to be in a good mood today. What new play has been produced in the Peking Opera world?"

Xu Zhuohua suddenly looked up.

Liang Shaozun!

The only son of the quartermaster!

What are these two planning to do by meeting here in private?