Sure enough, he was not disappointed!
This is the "Cold Plum Blossoms Standing in the Snow" created by Jin Yong. The harder it is to pick, the more it can arouse the desire to conquer in a gifted man like Master Huo!
He could almost see a brighter light burning in Huo Zhenting's eyes.
As expected, Huo Zhenting was not at all displeased. Instead, he laughed heartily, his laughter full of appreciation and pleasure:
"good!
Well said!
He looked at Liu Rumeng with undisguised amazement and praise in his eyes, "Miss Rumeng is indeed the reincarnation of Yi An, the 'Cold Plum Blossom Standing in the Snow' created by Mr. Cha!"
I, Ho Chun-ting, was overjoyed when I visited you today, and it was even more of a surprise to have the lady promise to "deepen our understanding"!
It should be so!
As it should be! "
His anxious heart was completely at ease, and what followed was an even stronger determination to win.
Only vulgar women play the game of playing hard to get. Liu Rumeng's rejection was frank, reasonable, and even carried a kind of clarity and dignity that transcended the glitz and glamour of Hong Kong Island.
This is the woman that Huo Zhen really wants!
This is the woman worthy of the eldest son of the Huo family!
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly thawed and became lively again with Huo Zhenting's loud laughter.
"Young Master Huo is very reasonable!"
"Yeah, yeah, Mengmeng is talking about serious matters!"
"Come, have some tea and some snacks. Mengmeng, try some too. This is specially prepared by your second aunt..."
Everyone spoke up, smiles on their faces again, their words full of flattery for Ho Chun-ting and praise for Liu Rumeng's appropriate response.
No one mentioned Kobayashi Tenno anymore, nor did anyone mention the ambiguous newspaper headlines.
The sounds of greetings, laughter, and compliments once again filled this luxurious living room.
Both the host and the guest tacitly avoided all possible unpleasantness and maintained the illusion of harmony.
Peter Ho was in great spirits, chatting and laughing, telling some interesting anecdotes about the wealthy families in Hong Kong Island, and everyone in the Guo family laughed in unison.
After chatting for a while, Huo Zhenting stood up and said goodbye.
Guo Letian and his entire family respectfully escorted him to the gate.
The slender and elegant body of the Rolls-Royce Phantom reflected a cold and hard silver light under the moonlight in Repulse Bay at night.
Huo Zhenting shook hands and said goodbye to everyone in the Guo family one by one. When it was Liu Rumeng's turn, he simply touched her outstretched fingertips with great restraint and immediately withdrew his hand. His demeanor was impeccable.
"Miss Rumeng, goodbye."
He gave her a deep look.
"Mr. Huo, take care."
Liu Rumeng bowed slightly, still looking cool and indifferent.
The car door closed, isolating the two worlds inside and outside.
The wheels slid silently across the smooth asphalt road of the villa area.
The driver, Lao Xu, habitually gripped the steering wheel and asked respectfully, "Young Master, are you going back home?"
In the back seat, Huo Zhenting leaned close to the soft leather seat. The carefree and smiling expression he had just shown in front of others instantly disappeared, and the heat in his eyes settled down and turned into a deep vortex.
He raised his hand to loosen his tie, and his eyes through the car window locked accurately on the Repulse Bay Villa No. 3 with its simple lines and deep courtyard not far away.
"No!"
He spoke, his voice filled with cold mockery, "Turn left at the next intersection."
Old Xu was startled, subconsciously turning the steering wheel slightly. "Young Master, are we going to... Repulse Bay No. 3? To visit Mr. Xiaolin?"
Huo Zhenting sneered, his throat emitting undisguised contempt: "A fake Japanese beast who is trying to curry favor with Japanese investors is worthy of being visited by me, Huo Zhenting?"
When the car drove to the outside of Villa No. 3, Huo Zhenting tapped on the cold glass of the side window with his fingers.
He set fire to Villa No. 3, which had its gate tightly shut, as if setting fire to a pile of disgusting garbage. "Drive over and park in front of the gate."
Old Xu's palms were sweating, but he still parked the car steadily in front of the heavy and cold carved iron gate as he was told.
Rolls-Royce, Volvo... Two or three expensive luxury cars are parked quietly under the trees on the roadside, silently showing the owner's pomp.
Repulse Bay No. 3 seemed unusually quiet, with moonlight shining on the neatly trimmed lawns and granite pavement, bringing with it a sense of eerie order that kept people at a distance.
Huo Zhenting's eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door, and his thin lips were pursed into a sharp line.
He imagined the so-called "Kobayashi Tenmo" inside, whether he was busy writing those tattered comics at his desk or planning some financial tricks.
He hated being schemed against, and hated even more when someone dared to extend their covetous claws to the things that he, Ho Chun-ting, believed to be his!
Liu Rumeng...can only be in the hands of Huo Zhenting!
Who is this Kobayashi Tenwang who appeared out of nowhere?
Do you dare to stroke your beard under the tiger's nose?
He must be given a warning!
Let this dog who defected to Japan recognize his own position!
"Honk the horn."
Huo Zhenting's command was cold and without any warmth, "Keep pressing it."
Old Xu's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror.
The eyes of Ho Chun-ting in the mirror were full of sinisterness and an unquestionable tyranny.
"Young Master...how long will you press it?" Old Xu's voice was a little dry.
"Press it for the full ten minutes."
Huo Zhenting closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and smiled, "I want the whole Repulse Bay to hear this 'greeting'."
“Beep!!!!”
Without any hesitation, a long, sharp horn sound suddenly tore through the night sky of Repulse Bay.
The sound was so abrupt and rough, like a rusty and blunt knife, scratching the delicate eardrums of this top wealthy area.
With undisguised provocation, catharsis, and the arrogance of a king.
The horn blast continued relentlessly.
The security figure behind the bushes seemed to move, and a pair of eyes flashed through the gap in the blinds of a window on the second floor of the villa.
The tightly closed gate of Repulse Bay No. 3 remained silent, but deep in the courtyard, the modernist building hidden behind the green trees, amid the extremely piercing noise of the horns, looked like a dormant steel beast that had been enraged.
The moonlight shines down, and the shadows of the trees dance.
Only the continuous "beep" sound with a strong smell of gunpowder left a clear, gunpowder-filled mark in the sky above the quiet bayside luxury residential area and in the eyes of those hidden prying eyes.
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