Chapter 47: Is the birthday party a blind date party?
On the day of Ms. Zhang's birthday party.
The dress that had been ordered earlier was delivered urgently before the banquet. Mao Mao put on the newly made dress, and her soft hair was braided into two small braids by the third concubine and coiled into two pretty little flower buds. She wore a pearl hair clip in her hair and a pair of brand-new black leather shoes with white socks with lace trim showing.
She had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Before it even got dark, she couldn't wait to run to the car and wave back.
"Mother, brother, come quick!"
Hearing her call, the four young masters of the Lou family came out of the door one after another.
Lou Heming took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. He looked at Lou Hongjian, who was awkwardly tugging at his collar, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses curved gently: "Hongjian, didn't you say you didn't want to go?"
Lou Hongjian looked reluctant: "I don't want to go now. But Mao Mao wants to dance with me."
"And what about you, Asui?" Lou Heming looked down at his younger brother sitting in the wheelchair.
He's in a wheelchair, so he can't dance.
Today, Lou Yansui also put on a suit and tuxedo, ready to go out with them.
Keep in mind, it had been over a year since he last went out. He put on the suit from his closet again, even the sleeves were a bit shorter.
Lou Yansui remained calm: "This is Mao Mao's first time attending a banquet, so I'm accompanying her to avoid scaring her."
Lou Heming smiled gently and didn't expose him.
The car was already parked at the door, ready to pick everyone up. He was pushing his younger brother's wheelchair from behind, leading him to the front of the car.
Lou Yansui's legs are impaired, and she cannot get into the car by herself.
Lou Fengju, dressed in a cold and austere military uniform, strode over.
"Ah Sui, let me help you."
"Thank you for your trouble, brother."
Lou Fengju bent down, slipped one hand under his younger brother's knees, and felt the thin outline of his two legs resting on his arm. His movement paused almost imperceptibly, and before anyone noticed, Lou Fengju exerted his strength and, without changing his expression, lifted his younger brother into the car and helped him adjust his position.
Just as he straightened up from the car, a round little dumpling appeared in front of him. Mao Mao raised her two little hands and looked at him expectantly with her black grape-like eyes: "Brother, hug me."
Lou Fengju smiled.
He bent down again: "Brother will hug you... Hmm, Mao Mao, you still have some weight."
He put his sister down and felt the texture of her hand.
Has his sister gained weight recently?
Haven't you been learning to dance every day lately? You're getting a lot of exercise, aren't you?
As soon as Mao Mao got into the car, she skillfully climbed up to her fourth brother's side and snuggled against him.
There were too many people, so they had to depart in two cars. The ladies rode in one car, while Lou Hongjian opened the driver's side door and volunteered to be the driver, heading to the venue for Miss Zhang's birthday party, the Haitang Mansion.
Haitang Mansion was one of the Zhang family's properties, and banquets were frequently held there to entertain guests. After nightfall, the mansion was brightly lit, and the entrance was filled with guests' cars.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Mao Mao eagerly opened her arms, letting her brother lift her down. She landed on the ground with a "thud".
She obediently followed her brothers' feet, waiting for Lou Heming to remove Lou Yansui's wheelchair and help him sit up again. As the group walked inside, she followed behind her brothers, her footsteps clattering.
Melodious music drifted from the mansion; Miss Zhang had invited an entire Western orchestra to perform.
As Lou Hongjian walked inside, he looked around and wondered, "Why are they all young people?"
The upper class in Haicheng knew each other well. As he walked in, he saw many familiar faces, mostly the young men he usually hung out with.
Our eyes met, and an acquaintance walked over.
"Third Young Master," a young man greeted him, "You've also come to Miss Zhang's birthday party?"
Lou Hongjian spread his hands, looking helpless: "What can I do? She sent an invitation to my house. If I don't come, wouldn't I look like I have no manners?"
"I thought you were also interested in Miss Zhang."
"Me? To her?!"
Lou Hongjian's face immediately turned as if he had swallowed a fly.
The person opposite smiled and looked behind him. Today, all four brothers of the Lou family were present. Each of them was handsome and tall, with different styles, some cold and charming, others elegant and refined. When they walked together, they seemed to have a spotlight on them, attracting all the lights in the mansion. Even when they were standing in the crowd, people couldn't help but look at them.
He guessed, "Not you? Then which of your brothers is it? Your eldest and second eldest brothers are not married yet. I didn't expect that your family would also be interested in a marriage alliance with the Zhang family."
"What marriage alliance?" Lou Hongjian exclaimed in shock, "What unlucky thing are you talking about?"
"Huh? Don't you know? Today is not only Miss Zhang's birthday party, but also her matchmaking event." My friend said, "Everyone who came to celebrate Miss Zhang's birthday today is interested in marrying her."
"What?!"
Lou Hongjian immediately stopped in his tracks, wishing he could turn around and go home right there.
Unfortunately, he was a step too slow. Before he could run, he heard a childish voice calling out from behind: "Sister!"
Zhang Jingshu, who was greeting guests at the door, turned around upon hearing the sound and immediately spotted the lovely little girl in a puffy dress in the crowd.
She remembered Mao Mao, and her eyes lit up immediately: "Little Mao Mao?!"
"elder sister--"
Mao Mao let go of her brother's hand, hugged the gift she had prepared, and happily ran towards her.
"Little Mao Mao, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Jingshu, trailing the hem of her dress, quickly walked towards her.
Soon, the two met in the middle, and Mao Mao handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box: "Sister, this is for you."
"You even prepared a gift for me?" Zhang Jingshu asked in surprise.
She took the gift, and through the wrapping paper, she couldn't see what was inside, but it felt heavy. Her joy intensified, and she wanted to hug the cute and considerate girl in front of her, to cuddle her, and to rub against her.
So, Zhang Jingshu tucked the gift box under her arm, smiled, and slipped her hands under Mao Mao's armpits, then—
The little dumpling in front of me stood motionless on the ground.
Zhang Jingshu: "..."
Mao Mao stared at her with her big, round eyes, looking completely innocent.
Zhang Jingshu remained expressionless, changing her movement from hugging her to gently smoothing the wrinkles in her clothes, and said with a smile, "Hehe, Xiao Mao Mao, what are you doing here?"
"MaoMao received the invitation!"
"invitation?"
Zhang Jingshu recalled the invitations she had sent out; those who received them were all upper-class people in Haicheng.
However, she ran into Mao Mao at a hair salon that day. It was a relatively high-end salon in Haicheng, unaffordable for ordinary people. She wondered whose daughter Mao Mao was.
"Little Mao Mao, who did you come with?"
"I came with my brother!"
"Oh, I see."
Zhang Jingshu remembered that Mao Mao had said she had four older brothers. One of them could draw.
Mao Mao turned around and pointed behind her: "Sister, look, those are my brothers."
"Let me see..."
As soon as Zhang Jingshu raised her head, the smile on her face froze.
There were four men opposite her who looked like they had been ripped out of a magazine, but among them, she recognized the one she hated the most.
Lou Hongjian had nowhere to hide, so he walked over and said with a forced smile, "Miss Zhang, happy birthday."
Zhang Jingshu said with a cold laugh, "Unfortunately, seeing you makes me unhappy."
Lou Hongjian: "..."
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