Xu Zhuohua was idly playing with her fingers when she looked up and saw Cheng Muyun and Luo Yunqiao with their arms around each other, and her mood instantly improved.
As the saying goes, even a strong woman can be won over by a persistent suitor. Oh, no, it's easier for a woman to pursue a man than for him to do so. Luo Yunqiao is beautiful, from a good family, and has a good personality. I'm afraid no man would dislike her.
That's great! Luo Yunqiao is so helpful. The plan is already more than halfway done. Sometimes a good teammate can make all the difference!
Cheng Muyun took in Xu Zhuohua's happy expression. He narrowed his eyes and accidentally stepped on Luo Yunqiao's foot.
It was almost time, and Xu Zhuohua, holding Xinghua's hand, walked towards the inner hall when they suddenly bumped into a broad shoulder.
Chen Hede turned around, holding his wine glass, and looked down at Xu Zhuohua with a cold gaze, which made Xu Zhuohua shudder.
This is terrible! Why would Madam Cheng invite him?
Looking at Xu Zhuohua's Western-style dress, Chen Hede's eyes flashed with gentleness before quickly returning to calm. "Miss Xu, why don't you go dancing?"
Xu Zhuohua frowned. "I wouldn't. Didn't Deputy Director Chen also skip it? Is he drinking alone here?"
Chen Hede raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. "I am a vulgar person and cannot appreciate these foreigners' things."
"I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb Deputy Director Chen any longer."
Xu Zhuohua turned and left. She knew perfectly well what Chen Hede was worried about.
The opium raid at the Paramount that day likely led to Hu Moli, who has many powerful figures backing her. Although Chen Hede is not afraid of these figures, there is one person he has to be wary of.
That was Mei Heming, Hu Moli's fellow disciple.
Mei Heming came from a poor family when he was young. In order to have enough to eat, he was sold to a theater. The training for children was very tough. If there were any other way, no one would send a four or five-year-old child to suffer like that.
Hu Moli is seven or eight years older than Mei Heming. As his senior, she often takes care of Mei Heming and is like a second mother to him.
Moving Hu Moli is tantamount to taking Mei Heming's life.
Therefore, Chen Hede was in a dilemma.
Xu Zhuohua stood in front of the phonograph, vigorously waving these thoughts out. Anyway, the wheels of history keep rolling forward, and these things will happen. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't control them.
It's better to relax and just live your own life.
The music stopped, people stopped to rest, and the stage was empty after they dispersed.
Just as the guests were talking, music suddenly started playing.
The drumbeats were dense and captivating.
Xu Zhuohua slowly walked to the center of the stage and pushed Xinghua's shoulder.
The servants whispered amongst themselves, and two officials' wives tugged at Madam Cheng's arm, "Shi Jing, did you arrange this?"
Madam Cheng smiled slightly and said, feigning difficulty, "This is the daughter of the warlord's old friend from Dongzhou. She's here for a short stay and found the dance party lively, so she insisted on performing a dance she learned in the countryside."
Xu Zhuohua suddenly tore open the skirt that was in the way, revealing the cool clothes underneath.
Her long, slender legs were encased in white stockings, and she wore black linen shorts and red, playful shoes. One button on her puff-sleeved shirt was undone.
The women all gasped in shock.
"My God, Shi Jing, even the dancers at the Paramount don't dress like this."
Madam Cheng gritted her teeth and frowned. Dressed like this was truly shameful.
Luo Yunqiao, standing next to Cheng Muyun in the audience, looked at Xu Zhuohua's attire and covered his mouth, saying, "Miss Xu really is from the countryside. She's just imitating others poorly, and it's not good to overdo it."
Cheng Muyun remained silent, his eyes fixed on Xu Zhuohua, who stood behind Xinghua.
With a loud bang, Xu Zhuohua peeked out seductively from behind Xinghua, captivating the eyes of the men present like a bewitching fox spirit.
They sang and danced simultaneously, with a strong sense of rhythm, body movements, and wave-like motions.
Every dance move challenged the values and beliefs of everyone present!
Too avant-garde and daring!
The audience looked at the two on stage with strange eyes. Xinghua's movements became smaller and smaller, but Xu Zhuohua got excited and her movements became faster and faster.
She loves to dance. She is Xu Zhuohua, not Xu Shuhua. She can't be a taciturn young lady; she can only be the unconventional madwoman in the eyes of these people.
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