Nie Zhao stared wide-eyed, finally able to imagine the allure of his wife as she strode into the Victoria Bay bar, wearing fitted leather pants and a denim outfit, and lit a cigarette.
Her once sharp and determined demeanor in wanting to join the Party had vanished. Standing here now, she was the woman who best represented the spirit of Hong Kong when mainlanders came.
At tonight's banquet, the moment she steps out of the car, she will attract the attention of all the reporters, and all the men, regardless of their skin color, will be eager to fawn over her.
It wasn't because she deliberately emphasized feminine qualities to attract men, but rather a Hong Kong style.
Perhaps because she came from the mainland, she had an outsider's perspective, so she knew best what kind of clothes best represented Hong Kong women in today's setting. Therefore, she dressed herself up as a model and example.
Ah Yuan tilted his little head back, and it took him a long time to recognize that this was his mother.
The little guy pedaled away on his tricycle, circled around once, then came back with a slam on the brakes and shouted, "Mommy!"
Thinking his mother was going to take him out, A-Yuan abandoned his tricycle and went to get his little motorcycle.
But when he excitedly returned with his motorcycle, his mother bent down and said, "I can't take you today. You have to stay with your dad."
What's so good about following Dad? We can't even eat the local chicken. A-Yuan is unhappy.
Today's mother is still the same mother, but she is so beautiful. Her eyebrows are like curved willow leaves, her lips are red, and her eyes seem to be sparkling with stars. A-Yuan wants to go out with a mother like this.
But she didn't want him and wanted to leave quietly?
Just then, the car that was supposed to pick up his mother arrived, and his godfather, Song, opened the car door.
Ah Yuan is very similar to Chen Rou. When they're about to do something bad, they can't help but smile first, and after they smile, they want to run away and get in the car first.
But her quick-thinking father scooped her up, so she couldn't escape now.
Chen Rou didn't want her son to cry, so she turned around and walked out.
But Nie Zhao always felt that something was missing, because although he had not attended various dances with Han Yuzhu, he had watched many videos. He couldn't remember them all, but he had a feeling that Chen Rou was missing something.
Indeed, the stylist caught up with her and said with a smile, "Mrs. Nie, you forgot the most important thing."
Looking back at Nie Zhao, he opened the ring box with a hint of pride and handed it to him.
As married couples, it is customary to wear wedding rings when attending important occasions. However, Chen Rou is not used to wearing rings and often forgets to do so. Although she took them out today, she forgot to wear them when she left.
She reached out her hand from the car window, and Nie Zhao gently helped his wife put on the ring. He was still holding his son in one arm. He bent down and kissed his wife's finger, saying softly, "Enjoy your time. Don't rush home. I'll take good care of A-Yuan."
This guy is strange. Although he is usually very serious, he occasionally does something cheesy, which Chen Rou finds hard to stand, and Song Yuanchao finds it even harder, trembling with fear. Even Nie Jiajun thinks, "Wow, my uncle is really good at flattering people."
Moreover, having studied in Europe since childhood, he was probably used to it, and his gentlemanly manners flowed smoothly.
Whatever he did, A-Yuan wanted to do too; kids like to learn from adults.
Chen Rou found it strange that Nie Zhao told her to have fun and not rush home.
She kissed her son and asked her husband with a smile, "Shouldn't you be telling me to be careful and come home early?"
Nie Zhao said, "When you go out to have fun, the most important thing is to be happy. As long as you have fun, that's all that matters."
Nie Jiajun, who could ride a motorcycle, went down to the basement ahead of time to find his motorcycle. Song Yuanchao, who was not only the driver but also Chen Rou's personal bodyguard and best partner, had already gotten on the motorcycle.
Chen Rou gestured for him to drive, smiled and waved goodbye to her son, and said to Nie Zhao, "It seems I should go out and have more fun in the future."
She had barely finished speaking when the car drove away, and Boss Nie successfully broke down at that moment.
But looking back at his son, who was pouting because his mother was leaving, he still chose to be stubborn and said, "Mommy rarely goes out to play by herself. She is an independent person first and then your mother, so you can't be unhappy."
Ah Yuan couldn't understand and was very unhappy, so he said, "Shut up to her."
He added, "Qieqie is so far away, zui!"
Seeing that his father still wouldn't move, he finally snapped, raising his head and crying out, "Wah!"
Tears streamed down his face; he cried uncontrollably and even hit his father with his toy motorcycle.
As for whether Nie Zhao would want his wife to dress up so beautifully and go out socializing until late, of course he wouldn't, and he would feel very uncomfortable about it.
But it was precisely as his wife, dressed in luxurious attire and radiant with happiness, descended the stairs that he finally understood the feelings of Nie Rong, whose eyes were filled with resentment, that he had only occasionally seen in videotapes.
Nie Rong's wife was the most business-savvy woman in all of Hong Kong. When she danced with the Governor, the top detective, all sorts of legislators, and the debonair British Royal Officers from Sham Shui Po, Nie Rong's eyes were filled with venomous resentment.
Or perhaps it was just jealousy at first, a feeling of discomfort.
But later he gradually became psychologically distorted, hoping that his wife could stay at home. Because of this, after Han Yuzhu fell ill, even though radiation could be detected, he couldn't find out the truth for so many years.
Then, the focus of the company's power, as well as the flashbulbs and video cameras, shifted to him and Mei Lu.
He talked about how much he loved his wife while openly enjoying everything that belonged to her.
In the videotapes recording the past, he showed a vibrant energy that only came to him in his forties, after he had reached middle age.
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