Chapter 5 Lu Zhaoye
Lu’s residence is located halfway up the mountain, with its flying eaves and brackets hidden amidst the lush greenery.
Walking slowly along the Nine-Curve Corridor, you can see the Taihu stones stacked in a staggered manner. The rugged mountain scenery is like a wonderful dialogue between nature and man-made things.
On the sandalwood screen, there is a "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" carefully carved from golden nanmu. Every line seems to be telling the profound heritage of a century-old family, and every brick and tile shows the charm of years of accumulation.
Jiang Tingwan's car stopped steadily in front of the stone archway at the foot of the mountain, and waiters in indigo uniforms were already waiting respectfully.
She changed to a special car and slowly went up the winding mountain road. Outside the car window, the bamboo sea was surging like green waves.
Five minutes later, the vermilion lacquered gate of the Lu family villa halfway up the mountain slowly opened.
Mrs. Lu was wearing a white cheongsam, with delicate Suzhou embroidery faintly visible between the fabric, showing luxury in a low-key manner.
Jiang Tingwan raised his eyes and looked.
The redbud flowers in the garden fell in a shocking way.
She specially chose a Chinese-style outfit today. The light green cheongsam perfectly outlined her figure. It was made of the finest Xiangyunsha, and bamboo leaves were sparsely embroidered in the dark patterns.
A mutton-fat jade button at the collar makes her neckline look clear and delicate.
The jade bracelet on her wrist glowed softly as she moved. She exuded a gentle demeanor, just like a lady walking out of an ancient painting.
This look made Mrs. Lu very happy.
The little girl is outstanding in both temperament and fashion sense.
"Mrs. Lu."
Jiang Tingwan smiled politely and looked through the window behind Mrs. Lu. She vaguely saw someone sitting next to the coffee table with his legs crossed.
"Don't always address me as Madam Lu or Madam Lu. It's too formal. Just call me Auntie."
"Okay, aunt." Jiang Tingwan responded.
The two of them exchanged greetings as they slowly walked into the hall.
Lu Zhaoye leaned lazily in a rosewood carved chair, with the collar of his silver shirt casually open.
He was fiddling with a string of shiny black sandalwood Buddhist beads between his fingers. They were originally a symbol of compassion, but he had managed to bring out a certain amount of unruly hostility in them.
The Buddhist beads suddenly stopped in his palm.
Seeing Jiang Tingwan walk in, he just glanced at her casually, his eyes slowly moving up from the slit of her cheongsam, and finally landing on the jade button on her collar.
"You little brat, you don't sit properly."
Mother Lu glared at him in reproach, but Lu Zhaoye smiled wickedly, stood up slowly, and crossed his arms over his chest.
At this point, the greetings have almost come to an end.
Mother Lu wanted to let the two youngsters spend some time together in private, so she made an excuse, saying that she was going to the bedroom to get some things, and told Lu Zhaoye to take Jiang Tingwan for a walk in the courtyard.
In the Lu family garden, the bluestone path meanders and the bamboo forest rustles in the breeze.
Jiang Tingwan had a faint smile on her lips, and her slender fingertips gently stroked the exquisite carvings on the pillars.
"Young Master Lu's garden is truly very elegant. One can tell at a glance that the stacking of the Taihu stones is very elaborate."
Lu Zhaoye put one hand in his pocket, and continued to slowly turn the Buddhist beads with the other hand. He was too lazy to even lift his eyelids, and just said "hmm" lightly.
She smiled and pointed to the pavilion in the distance.
"I heard that the 'Tingyu Pavilion' was designed by Mr. Lu himself."
"The old man liked it, so he just built it casually."
His tone was casual and his perfunctory tone was evident in his words.
This person.
Jiang Tingwan was not angry, and her face remained gentle: "Master Lu doesn't seem to like talking to people?"
"Ms. Jiang."
Lu Zhaoye suddenly stopped and looked at her with a playful smile in his eyes, "Aren't you tired of pretending?"
Jiang Tingwan's smile froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, and she asked softly, "What does Mr. Lu mean by this?"
He sneered.
"You have no interest in my Lu Family Garden, and even less in me. Why do you have to put on this romantic drama here?"
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows slightly. It seemed that this Mr. Lu was not interested in gentleness and kindness.
Well, she simply stopped pretending and curled the corners of her lips.
"Mr. Lu is no exception. He appears cynical on the surface, but secretly he is more shrewd than anyone else. A marriage will benefit both of us, so why would you expose me?"
Lu Zhaoye narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to retort.
Jiang Tingwan suddenly slipped - her high heels accidentally stepped off the right side, and she fell backwards uncontrollably.
Lu Zhaoye reacted very quickly. He stretched out his long arms, and his powerful hands accurately grasped her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Jiang Tingwan crashed into his solid chest without any preparation.
The sandalwood hairpin fell to the ground with a "pop", and the long black hair like a waterfall scattered instantly.
A strand of hair gently brushed across Lu Zhaoye's Adam's apple, and the faint scent of jasmine instantly invaded his nostrils.
Lu Zhaoye's large palm touched the fabric of her waist.
Under the thin cheongsam, her body temperature is clearly felt, with a kind of bewitching heat.
His breathing suddenly hitched.
Jiang Tingwan reacted quickly, stood up from his arms, her ears slightly red, and hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the hairpin.
Jiang Tingwan in front of him nimbly gathered her scattered hair with her slender fingers. Her snow-white neck looked like the finest mutton-fat jade in the morning light.
She tilted her head back slightly, took a deep breath of the air scented with morning dew, and then slowly exhaled.
The posture was elegant and calm, as if nothing in the world could break her inner peace.
Lu Zhaoye stared at her fair neck and felt an inexplicable itch in his throat.
He looked away unnaturally and said calmly: "...watch the road when walking."
Jiang Tingwan put her hair up again, and when she looked up, she had regained her gentle appearance and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
He looked her in the face now.
The woman's face was as cold as frost and snow, and her facial features were delicate as if they were carefully carved by God.
Under the high nose bridge, the light pink lips outlined a perfect smile, which seemed to be able to dispel Zhou Hanyi, but also brought a sense of alienation.
Before he could speak.
“Wanwan! You are really here!”
A sweet voice was heard, and Lu Yiqiao came over without knowing when.
It just so happened that Jiang Tingwan didn't want to deal with this man anymore.
So she and Lu Yiqiao linked their arms, left Lu Zhaoye behind, and went to the back garden together to have morning tea, chatting and laughing.
Lu Zhaoye stared at the backs of the two people as they left, the warmth of her waist still lingering on his fingertips.
This person was pretending quite well at first, but once she was exposed, she turned hostile and left faster than anyone else.
But looking at her back.
For some reason, Lu Zhaoye suddenly felt annoyed.
Confused.
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