Cheng Muyun suddenly bent down and picked her up around the waist, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the bluestone slabs.
Startled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and heard a deep laugh from above her: "It seems your longing for me is probably ten pounds."
The flow of people at the exit suddenly came to a standstill. The newspaper boy clutched his newspaper and forgot to call out, while the rickshaw driver stopped and looked around.
Xu Zhuohua felt like she was on fire, her ear tips were so red they looked like they could bleed, and she pounded her fists on his chest like raindrops: "There are so many people here, put me down quickly!"
Cheng Muyun not only didn't let go, but also deliberately bounced her hand, the heat from his palm through her clothes making her feel weak all over.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned closer, his almond-shaped eyes beneath the brim of his hat sparkling with mischief: "Give me a kiss."
As soon as he finished speaking, several adjutants turned around in unison, their leather shoes scraping frantically on the ground. Some pretended to straighten their collars, while others looked down and counted the moss in the cracks between the floor tiles.
Xu Zhuohua glanced at the gazes coming from all around, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, and shyly kissed Cheng Muyun's angular cheek, like a butterfly alighting and then quickly flying away.
"Okay, put me down now."
Cheng Muyun's eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and a smile spread from the depths of his eyes, like shattered starlight: "Not enough."
He deliberately lowered his voice, the seductive tone brushing against Xu Zhuohua's burning earlobe.
She bit her lower lip and planted a light kiss on his other cheek, the crimson lip print quickly blurred by the fabric of his military uniform.
"Not enough." Cheng Muyun deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his long, slender fingers gently caressing her waist, while he pouted his thin lips, his eyes filled with a triumphant smile.
The gazes of passersby felt like needles in his back; the flower girl smirked, while the men in suits coughed and quickened their pace; even the cicadas in the sycamore trees seemed unusually noisy.
Xu Zhuohua gripped the cuffs of his military uniform tightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the adjutants who all turned their backs, yet he still secretly peeked at them.
With a determined heart, she stroked Cheng Muyun's chin with her fingertips. The moment their lips touched, Cheng Muyun took the initiative, showering her with a kiss that carried the scent of gunpowder and cedar. His tongue pried open her slightly parted lips, melting all her shyness and longing into this burning, deep kiss.
Two hearts, beating rapidly, intertwined and resonated in the early summer evening breeze.
Not far away, Chen Hede leaned against a dark green Buick sedan, his silver pocket watch chain faintly visible beneath his dark-patterned suit.
Hu Moli twisted a silk handkerchief, a section of her snow-white leg peeking out from the slit of her crimson cheongsam. She stood on tiptoe, peering towards the platform, her gilded earrings swaying gently with the movement: "Sir, this train has been stopped for half an hour..."
Chen Hede's pupils contracted slightly as he watched the familiar dark blue figure rush into the arms of the man in military uniform.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the medicine pouch embroidered with twin lotus blossoms in his pocket, which contained calming medicine.
"Master?" Hu Moli followed his gaze and instantly understood.
The man exuded a chilling aura, like a deep, frozen pool in the twelfth lunar month.
"Just look at it from afar." Chen Hede's voice was like ice, and the medicine pouch in his palm was clenched so tightly that it became wrinkled.
He turned down the invitation from his esteemed guest and, as if possessed, went to the train station.
Seeing Xu Zhuohua smiling with dimples in that man's arms, he suddenly felt his throat tighten. As he turned around, the crisp sound of his leather shoes crunching over pebbles startled the sleeping owl in the sycamore tree.
Hu Moli pursed her lips, raised her fingers, which were covered in black lace gloves, and lowered her hat.
"Sir, when did you become so humble? If you want something, just grab it. Before, when Young Marshal Cheng was weak and about to be dismissed, you still secretly asked so many people to help him. Now, Young Marshal Cheng is in the limelight again, while you are still all alone."
Chen Hede clicked his tongue and looked at Hu Moli, "You've been really something lately, saying whatever comes to mind. Believe me or not, I'll throw you into the Yangtze River to feed the fish."
Hu Moli swayed her hips gracefully, the silver phoenix thread on her moon-white cheongsam shimmering with her movements. When she tilted her head, the pearl hairpin at her temple swayed gently, attracting frequent glances from passersby.
Her soft, sweet Wu dialect flowed from her throat: "It's not that you've recently become more humane; I'm just following your example."
The last syllable lingered, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the buttons on her cheongsam, her eyes and brows radiating an alluring spring charm.
Chen Hede's Adam's apple bobbed, and the slight smile that had just appeared on his lips was instantly replaced by a cold, hard line.
He watched as Cheng Muyun carefully helped Xu Zhuohua into the black car.
The roar of engines tore through the twilight, and the car's taillights left scarlet afterimages on the asphalt road, while exhaust fumes mingled with sea fog.
Chen Hede suddenly asked, "Luo Yunqiao doesn't live at the Cheng Mansion, does he?"
Hu Moli's lips curled into a slight smile. Chen Hede stiffened his neck and pretended to be nonchalant, but he was more worried about her situation than Xu Zhuohua.
“Miss Luo doesn’t live in the Cheng Mansion, but in a separate courtyard. Chairman Luo specially prepared this courtyard for his beloved daughter.”
Chen Hede nodded. "Keep an eye on Chairman Luo to prevent him from harming Xu Zhuohua."
"Um."
The twilight cast an ambiguous purple hue on the French windows. Hu Moli's slender fingers gently lifted the brim of her black top hat, and her peach blossom eyes, hidden in the shadows, suddenly opened.
The scarlet birthmark at the corner of her eye trembled slightly with her smile, like a poisoned rose, alluring yet concealing deadly intent.
"However, Miss Xu faces quite a few challenges this time. The Luo family is not only fussy about the Xu family's attempts to seize market share, but they also hate Xu Zhuohua, who stole their daughter's husband, even more."
Chen Hede naturally knew the pros and cons, so he had always wanted to stop Xu Zhuohua from returning, but he couldn't persuade Xu Zhuohua otherwise.
In this world, no one can outmaneuver Xu Zhuohua.
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