Cheng Muyun's car drove away, but the Xu family was in an uproar.
To be precise, it was the First Madam who caused an uproar.
"It's not enough that you stole Ming'er's marriage; now you want to take away Ming'er's room too? What status does Ming'er have in this family?"
Xu Shinong frowned. "Why make such a fuss about preparing another room for Ming'er?"
The First Madam, however, was relentless. "There's no room for discussion. Don't you know how much effort she put into decorating Ming'er's room? The bed was even imported from the West!"
Xu Shi Nong had no patience: "Then move all her things out. Cheng Mu Yun already knows this room belongs to Zhuo Hua, what more do you want?"
The First Madam had nothing to say and glared at Xu Zhuohua.
Xu Zhuohua didn't want to offend the First Madam any further, nor did she want her life to become even more difficult, so she said, "Actually, I can just live in the attic."
The First Madam scolded, "Don't try to act innocent after getting the benefit. Cheng Muyun must have come here on purpose. You just want to steal Ming'er's things!"
Xu Zhuohua was speechless. She knew that no matter how she explained to the First Madam, it would be taken as an excuse.
He simply said, "Wasn't Cheng Muyun given to me by Xu Minghua? What? Now that Madam knows Cheng Muyun is important, she wants to take him back?"
The First Madam pointed at Xu Zhuohua, so angry that she became incoherent.
"How dare you say that!"
Xu Zhuohua straightened her back. "Why wouldn't I dare to say it? I dare to say it! Cheng Muyun is completely under my control now. Xu Minghua can't take him away even if he wanted to!"
The First Madam said, "Listen to what you're saying! Do you have any manners of a young lady?"
Xu Zhuohua said, "I'm sorry, but even looking like this, I've already snagged Cheng Muyun, this golden bachelor."
"You...you..."
Xu Zhuohua turned and went upstairs; she wouldn't listen to the First Madam.
Now that Cheng Muyun is backing her up, she doesn't have to live under the thumb of the First Madam anymore.
Xinghua threw out everything she could carry, and the master and servant lay on the empty bed.
Xu Zhuohua asked, "Xinghua, what do you think of Cheng Muyun?"
Xinghua sat up straight. "Of course it's good. The young marshal knew that Miss was in a difficult situation and even stood up for her. He's really too good to Miss."
Xu Zhuohua gave a bitter smile. "What if I die if I'm with him?"
Xinghua nudged Xu Zhuohua's shoulder. "Miss, what are you saying? It's so unlucky."
"Pah, pah, I won't say it anymore, it's just bad luck."
That night, Xu Zhuohua had another nightmare.
She dreamt that she was trapped in a fire, and every time she tried to climb out, someone would kick her down.
She muttered, "Die! You are Cheng Muyun's woman, you will pay off his debts!"
In the crowd, Li Qirui, the housekeeper of Cheng Mansion, watched with a smile as she was pushed into the fire pit time and time again.
"ah!"
Xu Zhuohua woke up again with a start, but when she turned her head, she did not see the figure from before. The curtains outside the window were fluttering.
Suddenly, a kapok flower fell to the ground and rolled to Xu Zhuohua's bedside.
She reached out and picked it up; it was so heavy that she couldn't hold it in one hand.
The five petals really do look like a red star.
Does she really have to marry Cheng Muyun?
Are we just going to watch ourselves burn to death?
Wouldn't all the knowledge I have be useless then?
Is there nothing we can do but wait for death while we are fully conscious?
Xu Zhuohua was extremely agitated. She poured herself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, I suddenly had a bold idea.
Now that Liang Shaozun is dead, and Li Qirui is also dead, will that change Cheng Muyun's fate?
How can we save Cheng Muyun without affecting the main storyline?
What if Cheng Muyun disrupts the revolutionary process in the future?
After much thought, Xu Zhuohua couldn't avoid mentioning one person—Xiao Wuxin.
Only Xiao Wuxin can change Cheng Muyun's mind, and even turn Cheng Muyun into a person useful to the country!
So, we'll find a way to get Xiao Wuxin to change Cheng Muyun!
The next morning, Xu Zhuohua found Xiao Wuxin.
He was writing in the library.
You can see that there are a lot of discarded drafts at his feet, and crumpled papers fill the entire wastepaper basket.
"Senior Brother Xiao!"
Xiao Wuxin looked up and saw Xu Zhuohua. His eyes lit up. "Xu Zhuohua? You've finally come. What do you think of my article?"
Xu Zhuohua took it, ready to carefully read Xiao Wuxin's new work and become its first reader.
The embarrassing thing is that Xu Zhuohua can't read traditional Chinese characters at all...
"This... Senior Brother Xiao, my eyes hurt a little, could you read it to me?"
Xiao Wuxin was naturally very happy to do so, and he read aloud "A Weak Nation, A Strong Individual" with great emotion.
It incisively criticizes the evil deeds of those in high positions who band together to profit from national crises.
It was practically a passionate speech, accompanied by his waving fists. Xu Zhuohua was deeply captivated, and the flames in her heart burned repeatedly within her.
Wow! You wrote so well!
Xiao Wuxin's face flushed slightly, due to his earlier emotional outburst.
"I plan to submit this article to a newspaper. How about using the pen name 'Thirty-Six Strokes'?"
Upon hearing this pen name, Xu Zhuohua was taken aback. This was the pen name that Xiao Wuxin had always used for writing articles, but the first article he published was not titled "A Weak Nation, A Strong Individual".
Instead, it was an article titled "The Shoulders of the Workers," which detailed the profound significance of workers to modern China.
Therefore, Xiao Wuxin's article could not be submitted.
It vanished without a trace.
However, in order not to dampen his enthusiasm, Xu Zhuohua still offered Xiao Wuxin a few words of encouragement.
Then we got to the main point.
Xu Zhuohua: "Senior Brother Xiao, could you share your thoughts with Cheng Muyun so that he can also improve?"
Xiao Wuxin was surprised by Xu Zhuohua's words and said somewhat awkwardly, "As you know, Mu Yun never listens to me about these things; he is very resistant to them."
Xu Zhuohua didn't want to give up, after all, Xiao Wuxin represented the pinnacle of thought in this era and should be the most useful.
“As you know, Senior Brother Xiao, Cheng Muyun and I will get married in the future, so I don’t want him to go down the wrong path. I want to change his thinking. In this chaotic world, who knows what will happen next? I want him to take the right path.”
Xiao Wuxin's eyes couldn't hide the light in them. "Xu Zhuohua, do you really think this is the right path?"
Xu Zhuohua nodded firmly.
This is the road that will awaken the sleeping giant lion of the East, whose roar will shake the entire world.
Xiao Wuxin had told these things to his friends before, but without exception, he received perfunctory answers.
He felt that Xu Zhuohua was different from others; she even believed in him more than he did, and the trust in her eyes was as firm as a rock.
Xiao Wuxin nodded, "Okay, I'll give it a try and ask Mu Yun to come."
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