The two kissed each other back and forth, and Cheng Muyun realized that he couldn't gain the upper hand in front of Xu Zhuohua, so he kissed her even more passionately.
Xu Zhuohua was also angry with this body; the more Cheng Muyun tried, the harder she responded.
They continued until they were both drenched in sweat, leaning against the door, panting heavily, and then embracing each other.
This was the first time Cheng Muyun had lost in such a situation, and he wrapped his arms around Xu Zhuohua's waist.
"Is there anything else I don't know?"
Xu Zhuohua turned the doorknob behind her. "There are plenty more."
After saying that, he slipped into the private room, locked it, and left quickly and decisively.
Cheng Muyun stared at the doorknob, his face half-lit and half-shadowed, a slight smile curving his lips.
The train arrived at Shin-Hai City the following afternoon.
Before Xu Zhuohua even got out of the car, she could already hear the soft, sweet voice of a woman selling melons.
It's very catchy.
The moment Xu Zhuohua jumped down the steps and her feet landed, she truly understood what Xin Haicheng was all about!
A variety of clothes were on display: some were dressed in suits and ties, others were blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, farmers carrying vegetable baskets and hawking their wares, scholars in long gowns, porters pulling rickshaws, and fashionable women with handbags...
As Xu Zhuohua watched the bustling crowd pass by, people from all walks of life, born in different worlds and cultures, she couldn't hide her joy.
Is this the new Haicheng described in history books?
The bustling Bund, with its red-brick buildings, blends Chinese and Western elements, yet everything seems so harmonious.
Suddenly bumped from behind, Xu Zhuohua turned around and met Xu Minghua's slightly disdainful gaze. "Stunned, aren't you? Country bumpkin."
Xu Zhuohua frowned slightly, "We're from the same place. I'm a country girl, and what are you? A country concubine's daughter?"
Touched on a sore spot, Xu Minghua rolled her eyes at Xu Zhuohua, "If you're ignorant, just admit it. No one will argue with a nun who has been guarding the temple for six years."
After saying that, Xu Minghua walked behind Xu Jiyi, who was thanking Cheng Muyun, and then the two of them left without looking back.
Xu Zhuohua was too lazy to argue with her; if she were to reveal her insights, it would probably frighten her.
Cheng Muyun appeared beside Xu Zhuohua like a ghost, "You are a legitimate young lady, how come you are always bullied by her?"
Xu Zhuohua took a step to the side, thinking to herself that she wasn't a legitimate young lady, but she still retorted, "I just didn't want to stoop to her level."
Xu Zhuohua took Xinghua's hand and ran out of the station.
The streets outside were even more lively, with stalls selling candy figurines. The master and servant stood in front of the stalls, eagerly choosing their favorite designs.
Xu Zhuohua held the sugar figurine of Zhu Bajie and examined it carefully from all angles. Although it was very rough, the Zhu Bajie of this time was dressed more like a theatrical costume, with an exaggerated big nose and big ears, and a comical expression that was very lifelike. It was much rougher than the Zhu Bajie in the 1986 version of "Journey to the West".
I took a bite, and a sweet sensation spread through my mouth and reached my heart.
As expected, the simple flavor without any cutting-edge technology immediately captivated Xu Zhuohua's taste buds.
"Apricot blossoms, these are really delicious."
Xinghua held a sugar figurine of Yang Guifei in her hand, reluctant to eat it. "Miss, why did you choose Pigsy? The most popular one now is Yang Guifei's Drunkenness."
Xu Zhuohua bit off Zhu Bajie's ear, "You're still going to eat it anyway, right? Surely your Yang Guifei isn't tastier than my Zhu Bajie?"
Xinghua carefully protected the sugar figurine, saying, "I can't bear to eat it, Miss. I've never eaten a sugar figurine before. I want to preserve it carefully."
Xu Zhuohua looked at the dazzling array of candy on the stall and tossed out a silver dollar. "Boss, how long can this money buy me candy here?"
The boss's eyes lit up. He looked the silver dollar up and down and said with a grin, "For a year, Miss Gu will be able to eat here every day."
Xu Zhuohua smiled and stuffed the Yang Guifei candy figurine from Xinghua's hand into her mouth. "Eat it. Come and eat whenever you want. It's just a candy figurine, and I can afford to keep it."
Xinghua gently licked the sugar figurine, tears welling up in her eyes. "Miss, you're so good to me."
Xu Zhuohua tilted her head towards Xinghua, "You're the only one in the entire Xu family who dared to come to Xinhai City with me. If I'm not good to you, who else should I be good to?"
Cheng Muyun followed behind the master and servant, watching their playful banter and smiling warmly.
"Let's go, young lady, we should head back."
Xu Zhuohua was a little reluctant to leave, but thinking that the Cheng family was still waiting for Cheng Muyun, she got into the car. After all, she would be staying at the Cheng family's house, and etiquette was very important on her first visit.
We drove through the bustling metropolis, the old Shanghai, and the French Concession, then along a beautiful avenue lined with plane trees, before finally stopping in front of a grand little villa.
This Western-style building is very beautiful. The roof is like an overturned boat with several small square windows. The dark red roof is hidden among the lush green foliage, making it look lively and grand. In front of the courtyard is a large garden with colorful flowers swaying in the wind, making it hard to look away.
When the car stopped, several servants dressed in matching uniforms got out and stood on either side of the car door.
"Young Master is back." A man dressed as a butler greeted Cheng Muyun warmly. "Madam has been waiting anxiously these past two days."
"Didn't you send a telegram home?" Cheng Muyun reached out to help Xu Zhuohua as she got out of the car.
The housekeeper wanted to say something, but his gaze fell on Xu Zhuohua's face, and for a moment his mind went blank.
A navy blue gown made Xu Zhuohua look as noble as a princess from the Qing Dynasty. Her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and dignified, and her face was beautiful and elegant. She was more beautiful than the top courtesan of the Paramount Ballroom and more dignified than the noble ladies advertised in the newspaper.
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