Get up.
I turned around, and snap.
Zhang Pengsheng came in.
Upon seeing her, the old man frowned.
With an annoyed tone, she said, "Jing Qiu, the guests downstairs have all arrived. What are you still dawdling in your room for?"
"I..." Jing Qiu turned her face slightly to the side, afraid that he would come over and see her reddened eyes.
She turned around, picked up a powder puff from the vanity, and patted her face a few times.
She casually said, "I'm touching up my makeup."
"I'll be going down right away."
"Really?" Zhang Pengsheng looked at her suspiciously, noticing that she was still wearing a nightgown.
This made me feel even worse.
He's been busy these past few days preparing for her birthday party.
She, on the other hand, doesn't care at all.
"Hurry up."
He knew that after all these years, she still couldn't be wholeheartedly devoted to him.
Zhang Pengsheng felt somewhat helpless.
After a few more urgings, he turned and left.
Having experienced this once, Jingqiu dared not delay any longer.
She changed into a more appropriate dress and went downstairs.
Eight o'clock.
The curtains swayed, and the wind blew in through the window.
Not even for a moment.
There was a loud bang.
The drawer in front of the dressing table suddenly fell off.
Then, the dolls inside disappeared.
...
"Give me a kiss, give me a kiss, give me a kiss!"
Cheers and jeers came from all around.
Jing Qiu met the old man's burning gaze.
She felt a surge of disgust.
I felt like vomiting, but I couldn't embarrass him in front of so many people.
Unexpectedly, she clenched her fists tightly.
Bowing his head.
Pretend you didn't hear what they were saying.
Zhang Pengsheng, however, thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
Seeing her lower her head, he smiled and said to the people around him, "Alright, that's enough."
"My third concubine is shy; she'll get embarrassed if you say things like that."
"Oh."
Someone joked, "Brother Peng really knows how to cherish women."
"Yes, Third Concubine is so lucky to have married such a wonderful husband like you. It's a blessing she's had for eight lifetimes."
Is it a blessing?
When Jing Qiu heard these words, his eyes were cold and ruthless.
She even cursed inwardly.
A blessing to see ghosts.
If it weren't for Zhang Pengsheng, she wouldn't have lost her family.
Zhang Pengsheng, that bastard, Heaven will punish him.
During contemplation.
Her face was cradled in the old man's rough hands.
Raise your head again.
With a soft "smack," Zhang Pengsheng kissed him without saying a word.
His expression changed.
Their clasped hands suddenly tightened.
She was suppressing, suppressing the urge to kill him.
The two finally kissed.
Cheers erupted from all around.
With a snap.
Suddenly.
The crystal chandelier overhead crashed down.
Zhang Pengsheng was startled and quickly pulled Jing Qiu aside.
Suddenly, the hall went dark.
Everyone nervously looked around.
He kept saying, "What happened?"
Zhang Pengsheng was still shaken; his face was pale and ashen.
"Don't panic, everyone. It's just a broken light bulb."
"Butler, please take the guests to the backyard now."
Through Zhang Pengsheng's orderly arrangements.
The party location has been changed tonight.
The event was moved to the backyard.
At that time, only a few members of the Zhang family were still in the hall.
Zhang Pengsheng made a phone call and was preparing to send someone over to fix it.
A loud bang.
A gust of wind blew by.
The door was slammed shut.
This effectively shut down all sources of light.
The hall was pitch black.
The first and second wives screamed in fright.
Only the Third Madam, Jing Qiu, remained motionless, staring blankly at the tightly closed gate in front of her.
During this time, the second wife turned around and saw her like this.
She gasped in surprise, startled.
He reached out and tugged at Zhang Pengsheng's sleeve.
He turned around impatiently. "What?"
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