In short, Qiao Xinruo got the answer she wanted. She wasn't very interested in night market snacks or playing with guns, but she did find going to a dance hall quite interesting.
This is it!
So when it was time for their weekend date, everything proceeded as usual during the day—eating, taking walks—and as soon as it got dark, Qiao Xinru suggested going to a dance hall.
"A dance hall?" Zhou Jinglan was startled.
In his stereotype, dance halls were not respectable places, much less places for respectable people like him, so he was instinctively shocked and quickly waved his hand to express his refusal.
"Forget it, Xinruo, I don't think going to the dance hall is a good idea—"
Qiao Xinruo didn't give Zhou Jinglan a chance to finish speaking at all.
What outdated and feudal ideas!
What's wrong with going to a dance hall? People can do evil even in a solemn temple if they want to, but if a person is innocent, righteous and fearless, going to a dance hall is just about dancing and having fun, so why should they be afraid?
Besides, a dance hall isn't some kind of improper place. People need to distinguish between proper and improper, but location doesn't matter.
"Shut your mouth, I said I'm going, let's go!" Qiao Xinruo grabbed Zhou Jinglan's hand and pulled him towards the entrance of the dance hall.
Zhou Jinglan was instantly dumbfounded. His mind went blank, and all his thoughts turned into a void. Only the warmth of Qiao Xinruo's palm could be felt in his hands. His feet followed Qiao Xinruo's steps as if they were machines.
Hold hands!
Zhou Jinglan never imagined that their first proper hand-holding would take place under such circumstances.
By the time I realized what was happening, the surroundings were already filled with upbeat music.
The dazzling lights were mesmerizing.
Qiao Xinruo has already let go of her hand.
"It's quite lively," she said. As far as the eye could see, there were young people everywhere, all dressed in a very fashionable and attractive way. She felt like she had fallen into a flower garden and couldn't take her eyes off anything.
Zhou Jinglan, on the other hand, seemed a bit restrained and awkward, unable to relax, even his hand and foot movements felt unnatural.
"Xinruo..."
"Let's find a seat and see what we want to drink," Qiao Xinruo said, adapting to the environment quite quickly.
There were many people dancing on the dance floor, and their dance moves seemed to be unstructured and spontaneous.
There's a band on stage, and the style of music they perform seems to be random.
"Don't be so shy. It's just dancing, not doing anything bad. Why do you look so guilty?" The dance hall was very noisy, so if Qiao Xinruo wanted to talk to Zhou Jinglan, she had to get very close and whisper in his ear.
The moment Qiao Xinruo leaned closer, Zhou Jinglan was back to the state he was in when they were holding hands, his mind completely blank.
But this time was a little different. He first sensed Qiao Xinruo's scent, and then the breath she exhaled as she spoke brushed against his ear.
"Okay, I understand," Zhou Jinglan said, constantly reminding himself that it was normal for young people to come to dance halls...
Clear your mind of all distractions! Clear your mind of all distractions!
"So, do you want to go dancing on the dance floor?" Zhou Jinglan asked. Actually, he himself didn't know how, but if Qiao Xinruo wanted to go, he would definitely go with her and had to protect her.
"No rush, let's take a look first," Qiao Xinruo said, enjoying the atmosphere and the lively music, swaying her body casually.
Just then, a noise that didn't quite match the rhythm of the music came from not far away. Qiao Xinruo looked over in the direction of the subtle change.
"Get out of the way—"
A man directly pushed aside the person who was originally sitting and respectfully made the person following him sit down.
"Brother Cheng, please have a seat."
It turns out that the one who started the fight was Haozi.
When the three of them arrived in the capital, they didn't rush to expand their territory or recruit soldiers. Instead, they went back to their old business of lending money, albeit at a slightly higher interest rate.
When Su Cheng came to the capital to make his way in the world, Master Shen didn't provide him with much capital. Under such circumstances, if Su Cheng wanted to make a name for himself, he could only try to accumulate capital on his own. And what he could use at the moment, besides that little bit of initial capital, was Haozi and Zheng Chong.
That's when he went back to his old profession.
Haozi stepped on the person he had just overturned, slapped him twice, and grinned maliciously at Su Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, this kid owes us money and hasn't paid it back, yet he dares to come to the dance hall and have a good time. He's got some nerve. What do you suggest we do?" Haozi asked.
Zheng Chong stood behind Su Cheng's seat with his hands behind his back, looking every bit like a bodyguard.
Su Cheng remained silent, clasping his hands together and fiddling with his fingers, seemingly oblivious to the swollen cheeks of the person being stepped on.
"I never said I wouldn't pay you back!" the other party still desperately tried to explain. "Brother, I'm just a little short on cash. I'll definitely pay you back as soon as I have the money, really!"
"Pah!" Haozi spat, clearly not believing the other party's words. "Damn it, if you don't have money, why are you coming to a dance hall? Do you think I'm stupid? Pay up!"
Haozi exerted a little force, and the other party immediately howled.
"It's going to break, it's going to break, big brother, my arm is really going to break, let's talk this out..."
"Brother Cheng, what do you say?" Haozi ignored the howling and looked at Su Cheng.
"Your arm is ruined." Su Cheng, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up.
"No, ah—"
Haozi's eyes gleamed with excitement. Without saying a word, he crippled the man's arm. He hadn't done it in a long time and was itching to get his hands dirty.
Zheng Chong looked at the person writhing on the ground in pain.
"One arm. I'll give you two days. If you don't pay back the money after two days, it won't be that simple."
The commotion was quite significant, and Zhou Jinglan noticed it as well. Given his status, he couldn't ignore such a violent incident, so he immediately went over, but was stopped by Qiao Xinruo.
"Don't move," Qiao Xinruo said.
She had been watching for a while. Although the lights in the dance hall were exaggerated, she had excellent eyesight and felt something was wrong as soon as Su Cheng sat down.
Although that face was completely different from Lu Zhengjun's, the eyes and figure were almost identical.
Is it really possible for two people to be so similar?
Qiao Xinruo didn't believe it.
In a flash, she thought of her sister's human skin mask. The military had taken notice of this technology, and even a high-ranking leader had personally spoken with her sister. Lu Zhengjun knew all of this, so she also knew about the human skin mask technology.
Could this person be my brother-in-law?
Leng Yingying's inner thoughts revealed that Lu Zhengjun was carrying out a secret undercover mission. If he faked his death, it was not impossible for him to change his appearance using human skin mask technology.
If her guess is true, then letting Zhou Jinglan rush over rashly now might affect the mission.
This is very serious.
"Xinruo, we can't just sit idly by." Zhou Jinglan still wanted to rush over.
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