Unexpectedly, in a twist of fate, Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing's wedding was actually cancelled? Although Cao Zhizhi felt sorry for Wen Ziqing, he was also secretly happy.
Cancelled, that's good! The leaders of several major families in Kyoto were all excited.
No matter which family could marry General Zhou's great-granddaughter, it would be a great joy for their family. The leaders of several major families quietly announced that whichever descendant could win Zhou Yuanyuan's heart would receive the greatest support from the family.
Cao Yunfei had mentioned Cao Zhizhi to General Zhou. A twenty-five-year-old captain, he was quite capable. Of course, one had to ignore the nine-year age difference between him and Zhou Yuanyuan. Compared to a fresh-faced youngster like Zhou Yuanyuan, Cao Zhizhi was still a bit old. But Cao Zhizhi was the youngest grandchild in the Cao family. Even if Cao Yunfei wanted his daughters-in-law to quickly produce a good grandson, the age difference between him and Zhou Yuanyuan would be even greater.
General Zhou remained noncommittal about Cao Yunfei's proposal. In his view, his great-granddaughter was still young! He could observe and choose slowly from now on, without rushing. Whether Cao was anxious or not was outside General Zhou's consideration. If he couldn't wait, he didn't have to! His Zhou family's girls would never have trouble finding a husband.
"Miss Zhou, may I call you by your name?" Cao hadn't taken his eyes off Zhou Yuanyuan since he saw her walk into the bar. After not seeing her for a few years, Zhou Yuanyuan had grown considerably taller, her figure reminiscent of a young woman. Coupled with her spiritual energy, Zhou Yuanyuan looked "utterly ethereal."
Cao couldn't help but feel secretly relieved. As a potential fiancée for Zhou Yuanyuan, Cao had been back in Kyoto for the past few years on vacation, not without visiting the Zhou family, but he never ran into her at the old house. Cao had always wanted to have a "chance encounter" with her, but Zhou Yuanyuan was so elusive. Cao had spent several days staking out outside Chaoyang Middle School, but when he didn't see her going to or coming from school, he learned that Zhou Yuanyuan, a "top student," didn't need to follow the same rules as other students.
When Cao first saw Zhou Yuanyuan, he thought he was seeing things. After all, this was a bar, a place where minors rarely went.
At this moment, Cao Yizhi was extremely grateful to his good friend Zhu Xiaojun for dragging him to "Qingxin" today. If he had known that Zhou Yuanyuan had the habit of going to bars, even if Zhu Xiaojun didn't invite him, Cao Yizhi would have waited at "Qingxin".
Zhu Xiaojun's grandfather Zhu Xiangyang is of the same generation as General Zhou and is one of several senior leaders.
Zhu Xiaojun was a year younger than Cao Yizhi, and the two had been close friends since childhood. However, the Zhu family's choice for General Zhou wasn't Zhu Xiaojun, but Zhu Xiaojun's younger brother, Zhu Xiaoshan. Zhu Xiaoshan was nineteen years old and a top student at Kyoto University. Zhu Xiaojun wasn't particularly gifted academically, and the brothers' relationship wasn't exactly close. This was precisely why, when Cao Yizhi approached Zhou Yuanyuan, Zhu Xiaojun didn't join in the "havoc."
"Of course, Brother Cao," Zhou Yuanyuan nodded. It was just a name; compared to "Miss Zhou," Zhou Yuanyuan preferred being called by her name. After all, Cao Zhizhi was an acquaintance, and Cao Yunfei and General Zhou had always had a good relationship. For Cao Yunfei's sake, Zhou Yuanyuan was happy to give Cao Zhizhi a little face.
"Yuanyuan, would you like a cocktail? Oh, no, you're not eighteen yet! You can't drink here." Cao Yizhi was excited to be able to get close to Zhou Yuanyuan. Not to mention the family support promised by his grandfather, just based on Zhou Yuanyuan's own conditions, Cao Yizhi was happy to be a "flower protector."
Zhou Yuanyuan secretly rolled her eyes and said with disdain, "Call me Zhou Yuanyuan."
"Ah? Oh, Zhou Yuanyuan, would you like something to drink?" Cao thought for a few seconds before realizing that Zhou Yuanyuan was displeased with his address being too intimate! Yuanyuan, Zhou Yuanyuan, it really sounded a bit different.
Zhu Xiaojun was sitting a few tables away, looking at his brother Cao Zhizhi, who was obviously a little silly, and wanted to hold his forehead with his hands.
People are like that; they hang out in the same circles as they do. Zhu Xiaojun and Cao Yizhi were good friends, and they also had friends of similar status around them. Among this group of friends, Cao Yizhi was known for his calmness and wisdom. A twenty-five-year-old captain was a rarity in their circle. Even Zhu Xiaojun was just a small section chief within the system.
Today, Cao Zhizhi was clearly not the type of calm and wise. He clung to Zhou Yuanyuan, practically wagging her tail. What should he do? His brother had a bad start. Should he step forward and lend a hand? Zhu Xiaojun wondered.
Before Zhu Xiaojun could stand up, the light beside the stage dimmed and an agile figure appeared in the aisle and sat down next to Zhu Xiaojun.
"Brother, let me ask you something. That guy..." The man who came was a young man with a stern look. He raised his chin towards Cao Yizhi and asked Zhu Xiaojun, "Is he Cao Yizhi from the Cao family?"
Zhu Xiaojun was stunned. In Kyoto, no one dared to approach him like this. Who didn't know that Brother Zhu hated being approached by strangers?
"Who are you? Do I know you?" Zhu Xiaojun was unhappy, and the words he said were not very nice.
"Brother, nice to meet you. My name is Wen Ziqing, and my grandfather is Wen Yiran." Seeing Zhu Xiaojun's angry face, Wen Ziqing stretched out a hand and grabbed Zhu Xiaojun's hand. After holding it, he exerted a little force and shook it up and down.
Hiss! This guy is really strong. Zhu Xiaojun shook his palm, which was so painful from Wen Ziqing's grip, and looked Wen Ziqing up and down.
If Wen Ziqing hadn't demonstrated his strength, Zhu Xiaojun would have wanted to have him thrown out of "Qingxin". Seeing that Wen Ziqing's strength was not something he could afford to offend, Zhu Xiaojun calmed down and thought.
"Wen Ziqing from Wen Yiran's family?" Zhu Xiaojun thought for a moment before remembering who Wen Ziqing was. Wen Jingtao had been dead for several years, and the Wen family's direct lineage's status in Kyoto City was no longer as prominent as before, but Zhu Xiaojun still remembered the name Wen Yiran. His grandfather, Zhu Xiangyang, had once commented that Wen Yiran was a man of luck and ability. It was just that the Wen family's eldest son was a bit of a jerk, a man who didn't know what was what. He ignored the Cao family's good in-laws and forced his own eldest son out of the family.
Isn't Wen Yulong's eldest son called Wen Ziqing? When Zhu Xiaojun thought of this, his face changed as he looked at Wen Ziqing.
Isn’t the person that Brother Yizhi is chatting up Wen Ziqing’s “ex-fiancée”?
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