Yichun Garden was bustling with people, even more lively than the Mid-Autumn Festival lantern market.
Zuo Miaomiao regretted her decision soon after entering the garden. If she had known there would be more people than chrysanthemums and that she would have to queue to see any unusual chrysanthemums, she would not have come.
How comfortable it is to lie at home, munching on sunflower seeds, and reading storybooks.
Coming to the chrysanthemum exhibition is practically asking for trouble.
"It's all Fu Weiyun's fault."
She kicked at the pebbles while muttering to herself.
If it weren't for that womanizer of his, she wouldn't have needed to come to Yichun Garden to find a partner just to get rid of him.
If you don't come, you won't have to suffer this ordeal.
Just as he finished muttering to himself, a pebble hit the leg of the person in front of him with a "plop".
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Zuo Miaomiao quickly apologized.
The man turned around, a look of surprise on his face. "Miss Zuo?"
Zuo Miaomiao was also somewhat surprised: "Editor-in-Chief Tang?"
Tang Xihong waved his hand: "Don't call me editor-in-chief outside, just call me Young Master Tang, otherwise people will come and put a sack over my head if they hear it."
"Xi Wen" became a bestseller in just a few months by reporting on all sorts of gossip in Beijing, and became a popular pastime for people.
While he was popular, he also offended many people.
Tang Xihong repeatedly reminded writers to protect their pseudonyms and not to reveal them casually.
Otherwise, one day while walking at night, you might get a sack over your head and get a beating.
Upon hearing his words, Zuo Miaomiao immediately understood.
"Greetings, Young Master Tang."
She introduced Tang Xihong to her father, who recognized Tang Xihong. After hearing the introduction, the Left Censor nodded as a greeting.
After chatting with the father and daughter for a while, Tang Xihong noticed that they didn't know much about the chrysanthemum exhibition, so he acted as their guide and introduced them to the exhibition.
"The black chrysanthemums at the pavilion in the middle of Mingyue Lake are the rarest and worth seeing, but there may be a queue; there are also several rare varieties on Pagoda Mountain, with outstanding flower color and shape..."
As the Left Censor listened, he began to drift off into a daze.
The Tang family has a clean and upright family tradition, and Tang Xihong has a good reputation. It would be nice if Miaomiao could be paired up with Tang Xihong.
The two work at the same newspaper and know what each other does, so there's no need to worry about having nothing to say to each other after marriage.
The only problem is that Tang Xihong has too many options and might not be interested in his daughter Miaomiao.
Thinking about this, he felt a little ashamed.
If he hadn't been so upright and inflexible, and hadn't been so bad at flattery and diplomacy, he wouldn't have remained in the same position for so many years.
If he held a higher official position, Miaomiao would have more choices.
But thinking about these things is useless. No matter how high his official rank is, once he leaves, the tea will grow cold.
If someone else married Miaomiao because of his official position, Miaomiao's life will be difficult after he leaves.
He shook his head, deciding it was best not to be overly ambitious.
Just then, a familiar voice came from behind: "Miaomiao, who is this?"
He paused in his steps.
How did I run into Fu Weiyun again?
Did he send someone to keep a close watch on the father and daughter's movements?
Zuo Miaomiao, however, was somewhat pleased.
She was just thinking about how to tell Fu Weiyun that she was going on a blind date so that he would give up.
Then Fu Weiyun appeared.
Ignoring Fu Weiyun's affectionate address, she turned around and smiled, "This is Young Master Tang, my friend. Young Master Tang, and this is..."
Tang Xihong chuckled and interrupted, "Commander Fu, I know."
Fu Weiyun smiled slightly: "Editor-in-Chief Tang, I've long admired your name."
Tang Xihong quickly clasped his hands in greeting: "There are many people here, please do not address me by my official title, Commander Fu."
Fu Weiyun nodded: "Please do not address me by my official title, Young Master Tang."
Tang Xihong readily agreed: "Yes, Young Master Fu."
"Is Young Master Tang heading in this direction to see the Zhang family troupe's performance?"
Fu Weiyun looked ahead and said.
Tang Xihong exclaimed in surprise: "There's a Zhang family troupe performing here?"
"Yes, it was an impromptu piece, performed by Haitang."
The word "Haitang" instantly brightened Tang Xihong's eyes.
"Great! I didn't expect to run into a scene with Haitang. It'll definitely be packed with people later. Let's hurry over."
Left Censor: "..."
Now, whenever he hears the word "begonia," he thinks of Dr. Qi's face and his desire to have Dr. Qi as his son-in-law, and he can no longer enjoy the opera.
They politely declined, saying, "We'd like to see the chrysanthemums first before we go over."
"Alright, I'll go first then."
After Tang Xihong finished speaking, he quickly left.
Zuo Miaomiao couldn't help but glare at Fu Weiyun.
Fu Weiyun did it on purpose.
He must have known that Tang Xihong liked Haitang's plays, so he deliberately provided the information to distract him and ruin her plans.
—She originally intended to use Tang Xihong to put him down.
Fu Weiyun looked completely innocent: "Miaomiao, are your eyes bothering you?"
Zuo Miaomiao frowned: "Don't call me Miaomiao."
"Okay, Miss Zuo."
Fu Weiyun looked completely obedient.
Zuo Miaomiao felt like she had punched thin air.
She ground her back teeth and asked her father, "Dad, which way do we go now?"
"Let's go to Mingyue Lake first."
The Left Censor replied.
He had inquired and learned that the young talents he had his eye on had all come to Mingyue Lake to see the ink chrysanthemums today.
Zuo Miaomiao then headed towards Mingyue Lake.
Fu Weiyun followed the father and daughter at a leisurely pace, occasionally clearing the crowd for them.
Even though Zuo Miaomiao only spoke to the Imperial Censor Zuo and didn't even glance at him, he didn't care at all, as if he didn't care how he was treated.
This made Zuo Miaomiao even more resentful.
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