41 He is here
◎Can you answer me? Liang, You, Wei.◎
Eight o'clock, "Yemi" Club.
This club, privately owned by Miss Zheng, is located on the top floor of the Golden View Building, overlooking Victoria Harbour. Its location is exceptional. The night view is expansive, with large, custom-designed floor-to-ceiling windows offering a perfect view of the dazzling nightscape.
The constantly changing lights were colorful and blurry, and the unfamiliar swaying music filled the ears vaguely. Although it was a noisy environment, Liang Youwei surprisingly did not notice the noise.
"Why don't you come and play with us? It's fun, isn't it?"
After a round of dancing, Zheng Minhua came over with a smile, picked up the goblet neatly, and drank the champagne in it.
The smell of alcohol mixed with perfume formed a very strange scent. Liang Youwei felt a little tipsy for some reason when she smelled it, even though she only drank a small glass of mojito.
"I'm not very good at this..." She opened her mouth, feeling a bit embarrassed and a bit ashamed. "I've only learned dances like the waltz before, and I don't think it would fit in here."
"I need to learn this!" (I don't need to learn this)
Zheng Minhua chuckled, took the Tequila Sunrise passed to her, and coaxed Liang Youwei into taking a sip. "Just a few sips, and you'll be able to jump along! How's that?"
The sweet and sour fruit aroma was followed by a lightly spicy taste. Liang Youwei couldn't help but frown slightly, but after recovering, she couldn't help but take the crystal glass again. "Hmm, delicious."
Seeing that Liang Youwei was not only watching others play but also wanted to join in, Qiao Shuyu thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly reached out to hold her back: "Weiwei, don't..."
"Hey, Secretary Qiao, don't be so boring, let's play together!" (Don't be a spoiler, let's play together)
Now that we're in the nightclub, wouldn't it be nice to have fun together?
Being too vigilant, Qiao Shuyu would never drink and dance outside. Seeing that she couldn't stop them, she made a decision directly - to call Mr. Liang to pick them up. Logically speaking, it was nothing serious at this time, and he could definitely make it.
But before she could dial the number, Liang Ting'an called.
His tone was very cold, different from usual: "Why is it located at Jinwei? I called Liang Youwei but she didn't answer."
Qiao Shuyu tried hard to block the radio port, squeezed through the crowd, and entered the bathroom. "Mr. Liang, we are currently at Yemi, Miss Zheng's nightclub. You should come and pick her up. I feel like Weiwei is getting drunk, and I can't stop her."
"...Zheng Minhua?" The man on the other end paused as he buttoned his sleeves, retrieving relevant names from his mind. "The one who loves to play the most?"
"Almost." Qiao Shuyu frowned and lowered his head and said, "You'd better come quickly. Weiwei is being dragged to dance again. She doesn't seem to be resisting, so I can't force her."
"Well," Liang Ting'an closed his eyes and suppressed the rising anger in his heart, "Twenty minutes."
He paused for a moment and then said, "Just record it. Be careful too."
The man put on his coat and left the company.
The music was so loud that it was almost deafening.
Liang Youwei felt that her mind was slipping away bit by bit, while her insolence and happiness were growing wildly. Under the colorful lights, people's faces looked beautiful and weird, and even the smell of alcohol, which she always disliked, became charming.
"Weiwei, is it fun?" Zheng Minhua held her hand and asked loudly in her ear.
Leaping with excitement, Liang Youwei also shouted back, "It's fun!"
Her eyes were exceptionally bright, more dazzling than gems.
This place is indeed more interesting than the imperial capital. Not many people know her. She doesn't have to worry about anyone's scrutiny, let alone her brothers and sisters' reputation. She can just dance happily. After all, there is a large group of people who are as crazy as her.
"Do you want to play with your sister all the time in the future?" Zheng Minhua asked her with a smile.
Liang Youwei didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Zheng Minhua leaned closer to her ear and said, "I say—do you want to stay here? Then I'll take you out to play every day!"
"Huh? How can I stay in Hong Kong Island?" Liang Youwei was puzzled. She slowed down her dance steps that were randomly following the rhythm, and her eyes were confused.
Zheng Minhua looked at her face and smiled even more deeply. "My eldest brother is 28 years old this year. He is the only heir to our Zheng family and his net worth is already tens of billions. Weiwei, do you want to be our Zheng family's eldest young lady?"
The story of the Liang family's real and fake daughter was only circulated in a small circle in the imperial capital. The families in the Hong Kong circle were completely unaware of it and still regarded Liang Youwei as the Liang family's beloved little princess.
Liang Ting'an's attitude now is very clear. He will never marry any other rich girl except the woman with the pointed chin, and he is also very concerned about the marriage of his second sister Liang Zhihui.
The Li family had privately offered a whopping 2.1 billion yuan in marriage gift to Liang Zhihui, but Liang Ting'an declined, stating, "Thank you for your kindness, but my sister doesn't want to marry." It's said that similar offers had been made to him in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai, but he remained unyielding, to the point of astonishment among those in the industry.
But then again, the "little princess'" marriage has never been mentioned before, so maybe this is a good breakthrough point?
Liang Zhihui was his right-hand man, his sister, but Liang Youwei wasn't. Besides, hadn't he spoiled her for so many years because he needed her in the future? All businessmen were like that.
Thinking of this, Zheng Minhua caressed her soft cheek and said seductively: "Weiwei, Hong Kong Island is a bustling and prosperous place, right? Don't you like it?"
Without waiting for her to answer, she looked into those still naive eyes again and said, "My eldest brother is a graduate of an Ivy League school, a high-ranking official, and his personal abilities are beyond reproach. Your life in the future will definitely not be worse than in the imperial capital. Besides, we in Hong Kong are far away from the emperor, so it will be more convenient for you to get what you want in the future than in the imperial capital, right?"
Liang Youwei's slow, alcohol-addled brain finally came around. She stammered, using her "ex-boyfriend" as a shield: "But sister, I have a boyfriend, and my brothers and sisters won't agree to my marrying him..."
Even Liang Jiangsheng wouldn't let her marry someone from outside the province, unless that person stayed in the imperial capital. But if she did, Liang Jiangsheng would definitely think she was incompetent. Her mother and grandmother would be even more displeased, and would definitely make a scene, saying, "The country is in vain." The family wouldn't be able to live in peace.
You know, when my grandmother first learned that my mother was going to marry Liang Jiangsheng, her first reaction was, "Can Gang Boning marry you too?" Later, even when she understood the strength of the Liang family, she only added the adjective "rich", and the subject was still "Gang Boning".
Most importantly, did she look crazy? How could she possibly marry someone in Hong Kong, a place she knew no one, and entrust the rest of her life to a stranger? Hong Kong's wealthy families were so chaotic, their social circles so mixed; she wouldn't get involved.
I’m afraid I won’t even be alive by then.
"Just tell me whether you want it or not!" Zheng Minhua didn't care about her boyfriend at all. She just focused on coaxing him, "Besides, when you come here, there are all kinds of parties, banquets, shows, auctions, and countless happy things..."
"She doesn't want to."
Liang Youwei was still trying to figure out how to refuse when her wrist was wrapped in a familiar warmth. Then, their fingers slowly intertwined, feeling warm and snug.
A clear and cold voice sounded, not loud, but loud enough for people to hear clearly.
"Qin Zhen...?"
Suddenly, Liang Youwei felt like she was dreaming. Why was he here?
I thought so in my heart and asked it out loud.
Qin Zhen gave her a very faint smile: "I'm afraid that if I don't come soon, my fiancée will be deceived and run away."
He was making a double entendre, but Liang Youwei was so confused at the time that she couldn't think too much and thought it was just referring to Zheng Minhua's "poaching" behavior.
Qin Zhen stopped looking at her and turned his gaze to Zheng Minhua, saying politely and distantly, "Hello, Miss Zheng. I'm Youwei's boyfriend, Qin Zhen. Thank you for taking her out today. It's getting late, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, he didn't stay any longer and turned to leave with Liang Youwei.
Zheng Minhua had not yet recovered from his shock.
Liang Youwei actually has a boyfriend? And his last name is Qin...
The corners of the man's mouth were clearly raised, but how could his eyes be so cold? It was as if he wanted to eat her alive... Liang Youwei, an innocent little princess, how could she have a boyfriend like this?
At this moment, the little princess' heart was beating like a drum, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen...
In a sense, these two words were no less than a cancer in Liang Youwei's bones. He grew tightly to her bones, yet was always ready to strangle her, yet she was unwilling to dig out this poison.
Qin Zhen is Liang Youwei's unique poppy, dangerous and addictive.
Passing through the bright and dim lights and shadows, a breeze flew in through the slightly opened window, passing across the nose and lips, accompanied by panic and nervousness, successfully dispelling most of the dizziness caused by the alcohol.
Qin Zhen's pace was not fast, as usual, he was very accommodating to Liang Youwei and cooperated with her very well.
But Liang Youwei was even more afraid.
I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t directly reject the marriage invitation just now, or because of that sincere and misplaced kiss a few days ago.
This was not the first time Qin Zhen came to Hong Kong Island to look for her at night. After turning two corners, he brought her into a quiet enough room.
"Qin Zhen," Liang Youwei swallowed slightly, tentatively touching his knuckles and slowly tightening them, "Why did you come so suddenly..."
She was trying to please him.
But under normal circumstances, Liang Youwei would not try to please Qin Zhen. Unless something immoral happened, she felt she had let him down.
"Didn't I just say that?" Under the dim light, the person opposite seemed to smile and spoke a little slowly, "I just don't want to be abandoned by my fiancée."
"Weiwei, didn't we agree that we would always be together?"
Unconsciously pursing her lips, Liang Youwei tried to show the same smile as before: "Yes, we..."
But Qin Zhen interrupted her.
"I remember I reminded you, Weiwei." He reached out and gently touched the side of her face, pressing against her skin, feeling the movement and trembling of every muscle, "Don't mess around anymore."
Liang Youwei vaguely guessed what he meant, and her heart was in turmoil, but she still pretended to be dumbfounded. She raised her face and forced a proper tone: "But I refused, Qin Zhen. I really wanted to refuse her, but you came suddenly and I hadn't finished speaking. Believe me."
"I'm not talking about her."
Qin Zhen sneered and spoke cruelly, cutting off her last hope and stepping on her happiness. He clenched her heart with his eyes, "Weiwei, can you tell me - why did you kiss your brother?"
"The Crown Prince of the Imperial Capital is meeting a beautiful woman at night. He is extremely protective of his wife and it seems like good things are about to happen."
He read out the long string of exaggerated titles completely, accurately and affirmatively, enunciating each word slowly and methodically, as if he were reciting some solemn poetry.
"Can you answer me? Liang, You, Wei."
【Author’s words】
Regional discrimination is unacceptable. Grandma He is a negative example. There are good people in every place, and there are definitely bad people. This is a matter of personal character and has nothing to do with the region. All lands are worthy of respect.
The next chapter begins with a bloody and sour Shura scene~
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