Chapter 22 The fiancée of the young master from the imperial capital?
And this call seemed to be from Mr. Cheng.
Miss Ling Wei answered the phone, looked around with a smile, and then said, "Zhiyuan, wait a moment," as she walked out.
From a distance, I could still hear her gentle and sweet voice saying,
"Then you must come to pick me up when the time comes. If you don't come, I won't go."
Madam Shen took Shen Hui's arm and stepped forward, smiling at Pian Pian and Meng Qingse.
"Pian Pian, why didn't you tell our family that you and Miss Meng were friends? If I had known earlier, I would have invited Miss Meng to our house a long time ago. After all, your sister is a few years older than you, and you wouldn't be able to play together with her. We feel relieved to have such an outstanding friend of the same age."
This was a good statement, which not only showed the childishness and ignorance of Miss Shen Er, but also expressed her sincere care and love as a loving stepmother. It also contrasted Shen Lingwei, who seemed gentle and kind when she answered the call from Young Master Cheng just now, with Shen Pianpian, who colluded with her friends to give her stepmother a cold look in person.
It is very clear who is right and who is wrong, who is good and who is bad.
However, such a wonderful speech failed to impress Shen Pianpian.
She just narrowed her eyes slightly, watching Shen Lingwei who was walking away on the phone, and asked a strange question after a long time.
"Is that really Cheng Zhiyuan?"
Madam Shen was stunned for a moment, then she suppressed her alertness and stared at her with a strange look on her face.
"Why? Is there something strange about him calling your sister?"
Shen Pianxian smiled faintly.
"No, of course not."
Having said that, she no longer paid attention to Chen Hui who was still whispering her name, and pulled Meng Qingse out of the banquet hall through the back door.
The guests dispersed and began to recall the outcome of this good show in their hearts, calculating the significance of the changes that were beginning to take place in the Shen family.
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Meng Qingse was pulled by Chen Pianpian to sit in the garden.
The dim light of the Roman palace lanterns shone down, and Meng Qingse casually called a passing servant and brought a small plate of mousse.
The wavy silky chocolate on top made Shen Pianpian's eyes light up instantly.
She looked at Meng Qingse suggestively, her purpose was very obvious.
"No," Meng Qingse elegantly took a bite of the mousse, and faced the bleeding heart expression with a calm expression, and said, "Someone reported to me that you ate five desserts in the kitchen today, not including the afternoon tea. You can't eat anymore."
Shen Pianpian followed Meng Qingse's movements and swallowed, feeling that her saliva was automatically secreted.
She lay on the stone table in extreme pain.
Then I heard Meng Qingse's sudden question,
“You just suspected that Shen Lingwei received a fake call?”
She paused for two seconds, then straightened up lazily and said,
"I don't know either. I'm just a little confused." Her eyes wandered aimlessly among the flowers in the distance, and a distant face appeared before her eyes.
"Could that legendary young master of the imperial capital, who is said to be aloof and perfect, yet also unromantic and icy, really have such a gentle and doting conversation with a girl?"
"Actually, I'm quite curious too," Meng Qingse laughed. "After all, his work focus has been overseas in recent years, and he hasn't appeared in the imperial capital for a long time."
"That's right," Shen Pianpian tilted her head, "Maybe this is how people are when they fall in love?"
She immediately put the question aside, stared at the remaining half piece of mousse on the plate, and quietly moved her hand closer without making a sound.
When she was about to succeed in the crime, Miss Meng was one step ahead and poked the back of her hand with her fingertips, hooked her lips at her coldly, and made a silent mockery.
Shen Pianxian, who was playing and joking with her friends, didn't know that at this moment, in the still dazzling banquet behind them, Ning Qianqian was holding a wine glass and walking gracefully to Shen Lingwei, smiling sweetly at her.
"Hello, Miss Shen. I'm Ning Qianqian from Mingzhu Media."
Shen Lingwei looked back at her for a long while, smiled softly, and stretched out her hand——
The two wine glasses knocked together, making a crisp sound.
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