The reception hall is decorated magnificently, with crystal chandeliers emitting soft and brilliant light, which shines on the smooth marble floor, reflecting dreamy light and shadow. The Rococo-style oil paintings hanging on the wall contrast with the guests in gorgeous clothes walking around the hall, and the crisp sound of champagne glasses colliding is intertwined with the melody of the string quartet.
When Zheng Wanqing walked into the banquet hall holding Xie Yun's arm, the whole space seemed to be silent.
The man was wearing a well-cut dark grey suit, with straight lines that perfectly outlined his tall figure. His stern face was more angular under the light. The woman was wearing a long dress in a moon-colored dress, which was like a moonlight figure, light and elegant. A string of round pearls around her neck shone with a warm and soft luster under the light, adding a bit of nobility and elegance. They were like aristocratic couples walking out of a classical oil painting, exuding an eye-catching temperament, attracting the attention of everyone present, with eyes full of amazement and admiration.
"Thank you, Marshal. I've heard a lot about you!" A gentleman with a carefully trimmed beard came forward, his eyes resting briefly on Zheng Wanqing, a look of amazement that was difficult to conceal flashed in his eyes, "Who is...?"
Xie Yun unnoticeably brought Zheng Wanqing to his side, his tone low and firm, with unquestionable possessiveness: "My wife, Zheng Wanqing."
Zheng Wanqing smiled slightly and nodded gracefully: "Hello."
The astonishment in the other person's eyes became even stronger, and he exclaimed sincerely: "The young lady is truly a beauty." However, when he met Xie Yun's sharp eagle-like eyes, he tactfully took a half step back, secretly alert in his heart.
Zheng Wanqing sensed his jealousy, and the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing a playful smile, and gently scratched his palm with her fingertips, the action was gentle but with a hint of cunning. This unintentional little action caused his breathing to stagnate for a moment, and he subconsciously lowered his head and looked at her with a warning but doting look.
The French consul's wife approached, waving a feather fan. She spoke in Chinese with a French accent and exclaimed: "My dear, this dress is tailor-made for you!"
The people around echoed in unison, and the sound of praise was endless. Surrounded by the crowd, Xie Yun and Zheng Wanqing walked slowly in the hall, each step showing elegance and calmness. Xie Yun always held Zheng Wanqing's hand tightly, unwilling to let go for a moment.
Sometimes they stopped to talk with people they knew, sometimes they smiled at each other, and their eyes met, love flowed. Everyone looked at their loving appearance, envious and amazed, and felt that the couple had a deep affection.
On the other side of the banquet hall, waiters were walking around with silver trays filled with exquisite food and fine wine, exuding an alluring aroma.
Xie Yun noticed that Zheng Wanqing had been touching the food on her plate since she entered the banquet hall, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "You still eat tonight, eat something?"
Zheng Wanqing just shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of hesitation, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Xie Yun followed her line of sight, his eyes instantly becoming sharp. He saw a noblewoman tasting food, with a cross mark clearly imprinted on the bottom of the bread.
"These French guys..." He frowned slightly, his tone full of resentment and disdain, "They actually use relief food to make a show, it's really meaningless."
"Keep your voice down. I read Awakening the other day. They published an article criticizing extravagance." She tightened her arm around his, her voice low and serious. "From your perspective... to say they are extravagant is an understatement."
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, how could they even dare to touch the relief supplies of the Red Cross? Those supplies could have helped so many refugees in distress. It was really sad!
At this time, the French consul raised his crystal glass high and said proudly: "Welcome everyone..."
Amid the crisp sound of crystal glasses colliding, Xie Yun handed the champagne in his hand to the waiter beside him, turned around and said to Zheng Wanqing: "It's more enjoyable to drink Shaodao."
Zheng Wanqing smiled but said nothing. Seeing this, Xie Yun took the osmanthus wine from her hand and drank it all with the lip print she left on the edge of the cup: "This one also suits your taste."
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