Hua Rong listened attentively and became somewhat interested.
I always felt that this person was quite similar to someone he knew.
Judging by the time, it seems that she returned to China with her husband around this time as well.
“Well then, I’m busy training troops lately and don’t have much time. But in a few days, the Nightless Pavilion will be holding a banquet. There will be all sorts of people there, so you can bring her along and I can talk to her.”
Leng Huaqing chuckled: "Why don't you just say it's Madam's birthday? Don't worry, I'll prepare a gift for you."
A hint of tenderness flashed in Hua Rong's eyes, and her tone carried a trace of apology.
"Besides celebrating Liangru's birthday, I had other things to do. She's never had a good life since she got together with me."
He was collecting money at the wedding, and now he can't even simply spend her birthday with her.
In response, Hua Rong felt that she was really a scumbag.
Leng Huaqing naturally wouldn't comment on other people's marital affairs.
However, seeing Hua Rong's expression, he still overstepped his bounds and said, "You get what you ask for. Besides, as long as Madam doesn't feel wronged, then there's nothing to worry about."
Hua Rong smiled and nodded when he heard Leng Huaqing say that.
He also rarely spoke his mind to Leng Huaqing, "I know about you and Jianjing's relationship. After all these years, haven't you decided to get a marriage certificate?"
Up to this point, the interactions between Hua Rong and Leng Huaqing are not because she is the female lead.
Thirteen years of friendship—that's enough to call us true friends.
Leng Huaqing simply smiled and did not answer Hua Rong.
The situation between her and Leng Jianjing was both easy and simple.
She hasn't made a final decision yet.
The relationship between the two of them is fine now.
Soon it was Zheng Liangru's birthday. Hua Rong and Zheng Liangru got out of the car and entered the Never-Night Pavilion, where they heard melodious music playing.
On weekdays, the nightclub is filled with loud and energetic music.
However, because Zheng Liangru prefers quiet, Hua Rong asked them to keep their voices down today.
They even bought a piano and hired someone who could play it.
The music slowed down the pace of the entire banquet.
When the two entered, they saw that almost all the people they had invited were already there.
Although it was supposed to be a birthday celebration for Zheng Liangru, most of the people who came here today had ulterior motives.
Perhaps they wanted to befriend the Marshal's Mansion, or perhaps they had other motives.
Hua Rong didn't care about any of that, because his own motives for hosting this birthday party were not pure.
Why should it be that others must come to celebrate Zheng Liangru's birthday?
He shook Zheng Liangru's hand, his expression somewhat guilty.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all this today."
Zheng Liangru smiled and shook her head at him. "Rongrong, I like her very much."
I loved the birthday party you threw for me, and I loved you even more.
After saying this to himself, Zheng Liangru let go of Hua Rong's hand. "Go ahead and attend to your social engagements. I'll be fine on my own."
When Zheng Liangru was still a young lady in her boudoir, she had many female friends.
Everyone here is married now, and they're not marrying ordinary people.
They all had one thing in common: their husbands were both very busy.
So they often get together to drink tea.
Hua Rong tidied a lock of her hair, took her hand again, and led Zheng Liangru to her sisters.
He kissed her forehead and then turned to leave.
"Oh my, you've been married for over ten years and you're still so lovey-dovey."
"That's right, that's right, the young marshal has become even more handsome since we last saw him. Ruru, you're really lucky!"
"He's not just handsome, his position is getting higher and higher. I'm afraid it won't be long before we have to call him 'General'!"
Zheng Liangru smiled politely: "Do you know who else will be coming today?"
Zheng Liangru didn't like others talking about Hua Rong and her relationship.
The life between husband and wife is like drinking water; only the person drinking knows whether it's hot or cold.
She didn't want uninformed people to judge them.
They wouldn't flaunt Hua Rong, and they didn't want Hua Rong to be judged by others.
"Who else?"
"Your favorite novelists, Xiang He and Shi Ling'er, will both be coming."
The ladies instantly became happy.
"The young marshal has status, though; they usually refuse to come even when invited!"
"Yes, we all married rough merchants, and they only associate with their group of intellectuals. We never expected that even with the young marshal's involvement, they would still have to attend his wife's birthday banquet!"
"I'm also wondering if Lily died in the end. I wonder if I'll ask Xianghe and she'll tell me."
"..."
Zheng Liangru successfully changed the subject, and naturally, he had to keep the conversation lively.
So I joined in the conversation with them.
She usually enjoyed reading Shi Ling'er's articles, but after glancing at Xiang He's, she never touched it again.
However, her personal maid was Xiang Hemi.
So when she had nothing else to do, Zheng Liangru would have her read it to her.
Her maid was quite the actress; she could always recite with great emotion and vividness, which was quite a skill.
She does this so as not to fall behind.
So now, even when talking to these true spice enthusiasts, she can still keep up with the conversation.
These people are different from ordinary spice enthusiasts.
Although they liked Xianghe and Shi Ling'er's articles, they disapproved of Xianghe and Shi Ling'er's habit of associating with literary figures.
That's why those people said those things just now.
They only read the writing, not the person, unlike most people who like a person because of their writing.
When Leng Huaqing and Deng Fen arrived, few people noticed them.
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