Chapter 13 Hope for Happiness
The club manager led Mingzhu into the elevator.
At the moment the elevator door opens and closes.
Mingzhu saw herself clearly in the reflective mirror.
Beautiful face, exquisite makeup.
She is still the Miss Ming who attracts the whole Shanghai market.
Mingzhu's exclusive box is one of the most private boxes in Yunque.
From the entire floor-to-ceiling window, you can overlook the night view of the Huangpu River.
Next to the grand piano, a white-haired old man was concentrating on playing Chopin's Nocturne.
Seeing Mingzhu come in, the old man bowed slightly in greeting, but the melody on his fingertips did not stop.
The well-trained waiters silently pulled out the chairs and laid out the silk napkins.
Another waiter brought the chilled red wine and gracefully decanted it for her.
"Ms. Ming, the chef has specially prepared white truffles and bluefin tuna for you today."
The manager half-bent over and presented the menu with both hands.
Mingzhu sat down and waved her hand gently without reaching out to take it: "Follow the old rules."
Here, everything from the vintage of the aperitif to the sweetness of the dessert, from the angle of the seat to the room temperature is carefully considered.
Every detail was prepared according to her habits.
This is also the unique charm of Yunque, and the reason why Mingzhu loved this place back then.
Outside the window, a cruise ship on the Huangpu River slowly passed by, and the neon lights swayed gracefully on the water.
Mingzhu gently shook the wine glass, and the deep red wine flowed in the glass.
Even without the title of Madam Sheng, she will always be Miss Ming.
Even though the Ming family is no longer worthy of its name, but in this city.
The word "Pearl" is still something that people dare not underestimate.
Not long after, the club manager knocked on the door again: "Ms. Ming, Mr. Lin Huaiyan requests to see you."
Mingzhu's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
"Okay." She said lightly.
After receiving Mingzhu's agreement, the manager took the order and left.
When Lin Huaiyan entered the box.
What I saw was Mingzhu sitting alone by the window.
Against the backdrop of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she looked a little lonely but still beautiful, her long dress outlining her perfect body curves.
"Mr. Lin, please take a seat."
The waiter quickly arranged a seat for Lin Huaiyan opposite Mingzhu.
Then he quietly left the box with everyone.
The heavy wooden door closed gently, completely isolating the inside and outside worlds.
The entire box fell into silence.
The silver cutlery in Mingzhu's hand occasionally collided with the bone china plate, making a crisp sound.
There was also a slight rustling sound as the knife blade cut through the fish flesh.
After sitting down, Lin Huaiyan did not rush to speak, but just stared at Mingzhu while she was eating.
Mingzhu's good upbringing makes her look serious when eating, and her delicate face is full of concentration.
She is still so stunningly beautiful, and hasn't changed much after all these years.
Lin Huaiyan took in this scene almost greedily, and he was particularly patient with Mingzhu.
Until Mingzhu put down the cutlery.
Lin Huaiyan whispered the first words he hadn't seen for a long time: "Mingzhu, long time no see."
When Lin Huaiyan received the news that Mingzhu appeared in Yunque, he was still working overtime in the company.
After being stunned for a long time, Lin Huaiyan almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
Mingzhu hasn't returned to Shanghai for a long time.
The last time we met was at Mr. Ming’s funeral.
There were crowds of dignitaries and dignitaries who came to pay their respects that day.
He could only see Mingzhu's plain black figure from afar through the crowd of people.
Sheng Yuan was right beside her.
Still guarding the pearl tightly.
No one is allowed to get too close to her.
Lin Huaiyan originally planned to wait until Mingzhu calmed down before inviting her out.
But when he heard from Mingzhu again, Sheng Yuan had already brought her back to Beijing.
And now, the pearl is in Yunque.
Lin Huaiyan rushed over almost immediately.
He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to answer his assistant's question about what happened.
"Long time no see, Huaiyan."
Mingzhu looked at the man in front of her.
Lin Huaiyan is no longer young.
He is three years older than her.
The youthful spirit that was once high-spirited and ambitious has now settled into a refined and steady temperament.
The well-tailored suit outlines his still tall and straight figure, but adds a bit of the heaviness unique to mature men.
Lin Huaiyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He had so much to say to Mingzhu.
They grew up together and always had endless things to talk about.
But now we are sitting face to face, and I want to talk but I don’t know where to start.
"Where's Sheng Yuan? Didn't he come back with you?"
Given Sheng Yuan's personality, how could he possibly let Mingzhu return to Shanghai alone?
Lin Huaiyan hated Sheng Yuan the most.
He understands Mingzhu.
Mingzhu has never been very interested in marriage and love.
Just unilaterally enjoying the attention of the crowd.
Because of this, he was cautious and did not dare to cross the line for many years.
But Sheng Yuan directly took the pearl away.
But he didn't even have the position to blame.
"They're getting a divorce these days," Mingzhu said bluntly.
Lin Huaiyan is her best friend.
She has to save face in front of everyone, but she doesn't have to care too much in front of Lin Huaiyan.
Lin Huaiyan was obviously stunned and suspected that he had heard it wrong.
With Sheng Yuan's crazy pursuit back then that was so desperate.
He and Mingzhu actually ended up getting divorced.
"Incredible, isn't it?" Mingzhu poured herself a glass of red wine. "How about you? How have you been these past few years?"
"Not bad, that's all."
Lin Huaiyan thought about his marriage.
Two years after Mingzhu got married, he chose to marry someone else.
Lin Huaiyan's lips moved slightly.
Although he has been married for many years, he has always kept his distance from his wife.
This marriage is nothing more than the most common combination of interests in the upper class society, which looks glamorous on the surface but is empty on the inside.
His wife also knew it.
In this circle, such marriages where both parties get what they want are common.
No one cares who is in the other person's heart.
"I know what you want to say."
Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked directly into Lin Huaiyan's eyes. "I heard that your son is three years old? I still remember when I was in school, I said I wanted to be your child's godmother."
This sentence seemed like just a joke at the time.
But now it has been brought up again, and the meaning is self-evident.
As the interests of the two groups become increasingly intertwined.
The need for a blood-related heir has become an inevitable requirement.
Lin Huaiyan's inherent sense of responsibility made him fulfill his duties as a husband and father.
He broke free from some unrealistic delusions and became sober in an instant.
Even if this marriage is just superficial.
He also has responsibilities that he must bear.
He is already forty-five years old and it is impossible for him to act as willfully as he did when he was young.
"Let me meet your son if I get a chance."
Mingzhu saw through the regret in his eyes and chuckled, "What are you regretting, Lin Huaiyan? Choosing Sheng Yuan was my own decision. Without him, I might not have gotten married at all."
These words were merciless.
If I don’t like it, I don’t like it.
No matter how much others give, in her opinion it is just self-satisfaction.
But these words could not stop Lin Huaiyan from feeling regretful.
He had no legitimate reason to take care of Mingzhu.
But as a friend, he also hopes Mingzhu will be happy in the future.
Even in that future, there would be no place for him.
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