The man was tall and handsome, seemingly gentle, but between his brows there was a lingering sinisterness that made people's backs cold.
The woman next to him was petite and delicate, with a serene face, but between her brows there was an indelible hint of depression and sorrow, which made people feel throbbing and pity when they saw her.
The person who came was Feng Lei! And the woman next to him was his wife - Chen Mengzhao!
It really fits the saying "enemies always meet". Although Feng Lei has never confronted 놖 head-on, he has done countless things to trip 놖 up behind her back, and he is a real enemy.
As for Chen Mengzhao... a thousand feelings surged into my heart, the weight of admiration and the pain of missing her were no longer words could express. Wasn't she another kind of "enemy" to him?
Mentality! Expression control!
These words exploded in my mind like thunder, instantly suppressing all the surging thoughts. Facing this absolutely unexpected encounter, the nerves in my body instantly tensed up, and every cell was screaming and entering the highest state of alert!
In a split second, the body reacted before the mind did. He suddenly jumped up from the chair, so fast that he even created a breeze. At the moment he stood up, all the inappropriate emotions on his face - surprise, embarrassment, and perhaps a little panic - were forcibly wiped away by a strong willpower, replaced by a carefully polished, almost perfect "breezy and calm" expression.
He even took a step forward, seizing a subtle psychological advantage. He put on a flawless, warm smile that looked like he had just met an old friend. He decisively extended his right hand and grasped Feng Lei's hand with precision:
"Hello! Director Feng." The voice was steady and the tone was moderate, without any trace of emotion.
Feng Lei was obviously a prominent figure on the scene, and his reaction was not slow at all. He immediately responded with the same impeccable and enthusiastic smile, and added a little more strength to his hand: "Hello! County Guan!" He addressed him appropriately and smiled widely, just like a standard procedure that had been rehearsed countless times.
The two hands were clasped together, briefly and firmly. The moment they released their hands, his eyes - with a deliberate, programmed and natural look - slid towards the figure standing behind Feng Lei.
Shen Mengzhao.
It's been a long time. Thousands of thoughts and emotions, the moment they met her gaze, were like being thrown into an extremely cold abyss, instantly solidified and shattered. In the end, only the driest and most formulaic words could be rushed out of my mouth:
"Hello! Shen Bu."
She showed no surprise, as if she had expected him to appear, or... it was insignificant. A polite smile also appeared on that beautiful face, with a standard arc and impeccable. However, that smile was like an ice mask - delicate, cold, and lifeless. Especially those eyes, calm and deep like a bottomless cold pond, with no trace of warmth in them, only a piece of frost that could not be melted for thousands of years.
The couple passed by each other, and at that moment a slight air current blew across his arm, leaving him with a cold feeling of being ignored. They walked straight towards Hu Haiyang and greeted him warmly, with hearty laughter echoing in the air.
And, like a forgotten prop, he was awkwardly nailed to the spot, in a dilemma. The air seemed to be frozen, with a hint of embarrassment and stickiness.
At this moment, Lu Yuting's body swayed, and her soft waist drew a graceful arc with her steps. From a distance, a bright smile bloomed on her face, and she waved vigorously towards us.
This timely "rescue" made 놖 feel relieved. In order to break this suffocating 놖 awkward situation, 놖 took two quick steps forward and took the initiative to meet him. 놖 stretched out his hand and tried to put on a decent smile on his face.
Lu Yuting seemed to be surprised that he would be so "formal". She was slightly startled, then she smiled even more brightly, stretched out her white and soft hand, and gently shook his. Her hand was soft and delicate, in contrast to the cool fingertips. She laughed crisply, with a little bit of blame: "County Magistrate Guan, we are family, do you still need to be so polite? It's too formal, isn't it?"
He took the opportunity to lean forward slightly and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear it clearly, but he stared at her sharply, questioning her with an unquestionable look in his eyes: "Since you are a family, why didn't you tell me anything in advance? What kind of gods did you invite for the party today?" Although his tone was light, every word was full of sparks.
Lu Yuting faced the scrutinizing light in Feng's eyes. Her smile remained unchanged, but a hint of barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes. She quickly cried out, "Oh, County Magistrate Guan! You are really wronged!" She lowered her voice a little, with grievance, "I was just invited to be a guest at the last minute. How could I guess what Mr. Feng was thinking? Not to mention who would honor me with a visit!"
As she spoke, her eyes moved around, seemingly casually scanning the area. Her eyes swept over Hu Haiyang, Feng Lei, and He Zhibin, who were chatting and laughing together, and Chen Mengzhao, who was standing quietly on the side and seemed to have a cold aura. The four of them stood together, and Hu Haiyang said something that made Feng Lei and He Zhibin laugh.
Seeing this, Lu Yuting suddenly moved closer to 놖, almost to 놖's ear. The faint scent of her perfume drifted over, and the warm breath brushed against 놖's ear. Her voice was very low, with a hint of mischief and temptation: "What's the matter? You saw your 'old lover', and you feel... bad?" This straightforward teasing was like a needle, accurately piercing the pain that 놖 tried hard to hide.
놖 was furious and glared at her fiercely, his eyes full of warning. Just as he was about to scold her——
"County Magistrate Guan!" Hu Haiyang's loud and smiling voice suddenly sounded from behind them, like a thunderclap, instantly attracting everyone's attention. "Can't we finish discussing the important matters in the county in our county government building? How come you came to this leisure and happy place and dragged Comrade Yuting to hold a 'small meeting'? This won't do!" He teased half-jokingly and half-seriously, which immediately caused Feng Lei and He Zhibin to laugh.
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Chen Mengzhao remained like an ice sculpture, expressionless. Wang and Lu Yuting had no choice but to walk over side by side. At the moment of taking a step, Wang's eyes seemed to inadvertently and quickly sweep in the direction of Chen Mengzhao.
Her eyelids drooped, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her sight fell on something in the void. She stood in a deliberately distant posture, as if the surrounding bustle, laughter, and even the existence of these people were separated from her by an invisible, thick ice wall and had nothing to do with her.
Lunch time came, but Yue Mingyuan was still nowhere to be seen. During the meal, Xiao Xiao learned that the real owner of the golf club was Feng Zi. She was the host and arranged for the guests to sit at the same table.
However, this carefully arranged seating arrangement made people feel very uncomfortable:
Hu Haiyang took the main seat, and on his right were the hostess Feng Zi, Wang, Peng Xiaomin, and He Zhibin.
On his left sat Feng Lei, next to Feng Lei was Chen Mengzhao, and then Lu Yuting.
The round table was not big. As soon as I sat down and raised my head, my sight was unobstructed and met the face opposite me - Chen Mengzhao's expressionless, finely carved, yet cold and stiff face. She lowered her eyelids, as if all the noise around her had nothing to do with her, leaving only a sense of indifference and a thousand-mile distance. This unavoidable eye contact made every second become particularly long and uncomfortable.
Sitting next to her, Peng Xiaomin seemed even more out of place. This was obviously her first time in such a "VIP seat", and the embarrassment and nervousness almost overflowed from her slightly stiff back and fingers that had nowhere to put. Even so, her clear and curious eyes could not help but glance at Chen Mengzhao across from her again and again, carefully. I don't know who revealed the old story between her and Shen Mengzhao to her. At this moment, her scrutinizing eyes were probably full of inquiry and curiosity - what exactly did the woman who had a deep entanglement with the man next to her look like?
The atmosphere at the table was already tense, and Feng Lei's next move added fuel to the fire. He seemed eager to show that he was the only "loyal" man who was "legitimately" present with his "official wife" among the "informal" female companions at the table. He was very attentive and frequently served dishes to Chen Mengzhao beside him. He picked up a piece of boneless fish and gently placed it on her plate; he scooped a spoonful of light soup and carefully pushed it in front of her. Every movement was deliberate and slow, with a kind of performative, considerate and possessive nature.
"Meng Zhao, try this, it's delicious."
"This is light, it should suit your taste."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people at the table, especially the one sitting opposite, to hear clearly. His posture was like that of a model husband.
Wang sneered in his heart, seeing through it like a fire. How could his tricks be considered considerate to his wife? It was clearly a play for Wang! He wanted to use this dazzling "loving" scene like a needle to accurately pierce the most secret and least willing corner of Wang's heart. He was looking forward to seeing even the slightest loss of composure, embarrassment or jealousy on Wang's face. It seemed that as long as he hurt Wang, he could get a morbid satisfaction from this twisted performance. Chen Mengzhao's consistent coldness added a great irony to this clumsy performance-she didn't even want to cooperate with his performance.
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