The world seemed to stand still, with only the gentle zither music flowing slowly like a babbling brook within the Zen-inspired clubhouse.
A few meters away, the wealthy woman beside Ye An'an was also watching this side...
I was thinking that given Ouyang's social circle and network, it wouldn't be surprising if she knew them, but then Ouyang led me down the stairs as if we didn't know each other and didn't greet them at all.
The antique-style design and tranquil private rooms, with fan-shaped windows and fiery red maple leaves behind them, create a picturesque scene.
The delicacies on the Eight Immortals Table are based on the recipes in "Suiyuan Shidan" by Yuan Mei, a gourmet from the Qing Dynasty. The ingredients are carefully selected, and many dishes are only seasoned with salt, retaining their original flavor and leaving a fresh taste in the mouth and a lingering fragrance on the cheeks.
I ate with great relish, but Ouyang barely touched her chopsticks. She rarely let her emotions affect her like this; she has always been a very carefree and easygoing person.
When Han Chen and Shi Jin died, she only recovered in a few days.
"Is something on your mind? This old duck soup is quite good, have some." I ladled a small bowl of soup for her and asked with concern.
Ouyang snapped out of his daze, looked at me with kind eyes, picked up the spoon, and took a sip.
“The mother and daughter you just saw are my ex-husband’s current wife and daughter. The girl is already so big.”
I almost choked when I heard her calm words.
I only found out now that Ouyang is remarried, and she has an ex-husband. Ye An'an is actually her ex-husband's daughter.
It seems that her daughter, who died young, was also born to her ex-husband.
The death of his daughter and his divorce revealed that even the strong Ouyang had a painful past that no one knew about.
“Ouyang…” I gently patted the back of her hand, unsure how to comfort her.
Let alone children who die young, the child I miscarried after only ten or twenty days of pregnancy still breaks my heart to this day…
Words are too pale to offer any comfort.
"Are you trying to comfort me?" She laughed. "That's all old news... I'll try this Yunlin goose!"
Her beautiful, slightly heroic eyes regained their luster. I swallowed the lump in my throat, picked up the serving chopsticks, and helped her pick up a goose leg. "You must try this goose. It's cooked on a traditional stove with three bundles of straw, retaining its original flavor."
Ouyang regained her spirits, and I also suppressed my sadness and joined her in enjoying the food.
...
I ran into Ye An'an when I went to the restroom.
She bent down to wash her hands at the sink and saw me through the mirror.
I glanced at her and went into the inner room.
"Sister, do you know about my past with Brother Fu?" She followed me.
I went into the partition, closed the door, and said coldly, "I don't want to know."
"For my sake, Brother Fu kicked his ex-boyfriend's genitals. He also offended the warlord forces in northern Myanmar and was almost shot to death for me."
Ye An'an seemed not to understand what I was saying and continued talking to herself.
Listening to her words, my brows furrowed even more. Weren't all these things she mentioned things Fu Yanshen did for me? Could it be that she also had a scumbag ex-boyfriend, and that she was also kidnapped and taken to northern Myanmar?
No, her grandfather is a big shot, an even more powerful figure than the Sheng family's grandfather. It's not like Fu Yanshen needs to do these things for her...
Ye An'an: "He was willing to give up his own life for me so that I could live."
I:"……"
It seems she didn't listen to a word Fu Yanshen said to her that day.
When they went out, Ye An'an was still there.
The girl had long, straight black hair, wore a blue sweater, and a white tulle skirt. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her gaze didn't seem feigned innocence.
"Little sister, she's yours, I can't take her away. Go and bother Fu Yanshen, okay?"
As I washed my hands, I casually offered my advice through the mirror.
The girl rolled up her sweater sleeves, revealing her slender arm with a bruise on it. I frowned. Could it be that she was trying to frame me and say that I had injured her?
"He did it! I went to confront him, and he almost broke my arm, saying he only loves you! If he can fall for me, he can treat you like this. He's a jerk, you'd better stay away from him!"
Ye An'an said indignantly.
I:"……"
She meant that Fu Yanshen used to be deeply in love with her, but now he has fallen for someone else and is a scumbag.
I was advised to stay away from him as well.
Could she really have a mental breakdown, mistaking all the things Fu Yanshen did for me for her?
Could this be a side effect of a heart transplant?
No, I specifically looked it up before. The heart has no memory function, and people who receive heart transplants do not carry the original person's memories.
So what's the deal with this Ye An'an?
"I'll never wear red again. I don't like red at all. Sister, please listen to my advice. I'm doing this for your own good. Girls help girls!"
Ye An'an lowered her sleeves, puffed out her cheeks, and said something that showed great composure.
I instantly thought she was quite cute, and she really wasn't a scheming woman like Shi Xia or Shi Jin.
However, her mental health issues are truly worrying.
I didn't say much to her. I found Ouyang, and together we packed up and left the club.
A Hongqi CA7 with a yellow license plate was parked in the parking lot in front of the club. The car was 6.5 meters long and had a majestic and imposing appearance. As far as I know, this car is known as the "national car" and is very rare. The person who owns this car must be a person of high status and power.
At that moment, the driver, wearing white gloves and a black suit, opened the back door. A middle-aged man stepped out of the car; he was dressed in a suit and tie, wearing a long overcoat, and was tall, imposing, and powerful.
He walked towards us, his face gradually becoming clearer. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and three-dimensional, deep facial features with smooth and delicate lines. There was not a trace of middle-aged man's weight gain.
He exudes a mature and dignified charm, the cold wind blowing the hem of his trench coat, his aura is imposing.
He seemed to be walking towards us, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Could it be that they know Ouyang?
Ouyang ignored me, took my hand, and walked past me.
A faint smell of tobacco wafted from the man, a smell that seemed strangely familiar to me.
I turned around, and he was turning around too, his deep gaze falling on Ouyang beside me.
"Mom, it's Dad! He's here to pick us up!"
Ye An'an's cheerful and happy voice could be heard from the entrance of the club.
I was stunned for a moment, and then it dawned on me that he was Ouyang's ex-husband...
When I came to my senses, I looked at Ouyang. She was expressionless and indifferent, but her palms were sweaty, and the back of my hands were wet and cold.
She got into the car first.
"Qiaoqiao, why don't you come in?"
"I drove here. I have a dinner party tonight." She had completely forgotten that I had driven here myself.
I smiled and said goodbye to her again, closed the car door for her, and waved goodbye through the glass.
Not far away, Ye An'an and her family of three also got into the car.
When I got to my red Jeep, I realized that the rear tire had blown out sometime during the night!
It was perfectly fine when it arrived, so how did it deflate after only a few hours?
"What's wrong?"
Fu Yanshen's voice rang out from behind me.
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