Dong Ruixin continued, "Cousin, my aunt has never had a son in her life, and her life has been extremely difficult. Let me be frank, if you accept this money, you must support my aunt."
"My father is your uncle, he will definitely not harm you. Let him give one of you a written agreement."
"Bang!" Dong Yuzhuo slammed the table, his eyes wide open. "Rui Xin, I've been raising your cousin since she was a child. I know her personality best. Why are you signing a document? Aren't you just embarrassing her?"
"Hey! Hey! Second uncle, calm down. My cousin is right. We should sign a document. If you are willing to be a guarantor, that would be great. My mother will be relieved, and so will I." Huang Wanzhen walked over to Dong Yuzhuo in two or three steps, filled his glass with wine, and said sincerely, "Second uncle, just consider it as hard work for your niece."
Dong Yuzhuo looked reluctant to accept the offer.
Huang Wanzhen was in a great mood throughout the first month of the lunar year. After the divorce, she seemed to be spotted by the God of Wealth. First, more than 20,000 yuan was deposited into Huang Dongshi's account, and then Xuanwu's courtyard was sold for 5,000 yuan.
She deposited the money in Citibank and Standard Chartered Bank, and got another 500 yuan from Song Wenyin to expand the beauty project. Song Wenyin also personally wrote the words "Linglong Pavilion" on the plaque.
After the three shops were connected, No. 295, No. 296 Dengshikou Street and the Pigeon Hutong in between were connected into one.
The four rooms in the backyard of No. 295 have been renovated and used as a place for women to have beauty treatments and for entertainment and leisure.
No. 296 is for Xiao Shitou and the Song family.
Huang Wanzhen lives in the backyard of Pigeon Hutong with her family.
Before the end of the first month of the lunar year, Beiman Girls' Middle School started classes. Huang Wanzhen handed the task of decorating the house to Xiao Shitou's distant cousin, Zhang Dongqian, a native of Daxing County, Jingzhao. He was a coach in the late Qing Dynasty. He was forty-six years old this year and had injured his right leg. It was not very noticeable when he walked normally, but when he walked fast, you could see that he was lame.
In the last final exam, Huang Wanzhen ranked third, dropping two places in a row. Both instructor Chloe and class teacher Miss Green had a talk with her. If she falls out of the top five in the next exam, she will be forced to live on campus.
Huang Wanzhen didn't dare skip classes anymore. She would go to Jixiangtang to take care of the business only after finishing her last elective class every day.
That day, Huang Wanzhen was wearing an apron and attending a painting class. Song Wenyin was also there. She had no interest in painting, but she chose it reluctantly simply because designing clothes required painting skills.
"Hey! He Lanshan, Lin Qinghui, the Linglong Pavilion that Wanzhen and I opened is going to open next month. I'm planning to set up a salon there after the opening. Do you want to come?"
He Lanshan and Lin Qinghui both smiled and nodded in agreement.
"My cousin is planning to study abroad, and I want to buy her a dress. Can I take her with me?" Lin Qinghui has an oval face, double eyelids and big eyes. When she smiles, a pair of dimples appear on her cheeks, which is very cute.
Huang Wanzhen, who was always serious about painting, suddenly changed her attitude and joined in. "Which cousin?"
"She's from my uncle's family, and her name is Lin Qingrou." Lin Qinghui turned her head to look at Huang Wanzhen who was speaking. "She's only three years older than us, and she usually gets along well with me."
Song Wenyin interrupted and asked, "Is she the daughter of your uncle who is the Secretary General of the Ministry of Finance?"
Lin Qinghui smiled and nodded, "It's her, do you know her?"
Song Wenyin laughed and said, "How could there be a girl in Beijing that I don't know? I also know that she also took the entrance exam to Beiman Girls' High School, but failed and went to Peihua Girls' High School instead."
He Lanshan quickly waved her hand to stop him, "Wen Yin, you can't say that. Peihua Girls' High School is also very good."
Song Wenyin slapped her lips lightly, then smiled at Lin Qinghui. "Oh! I'm just saying this to you guys. I wouldn't say this in front of others. Qinghui, you understand me, right?"
Lin Qinghui spat at her, "I don't know a damn thing about you! She's my cousin, be careful or I'll retaliate against you."
Song Wenyin stood up. She was 1.7 meters tall and looked quite imposing. "Come on, I'm the daughter of a military officer. How can I be afraid of you, a daughter of a civil officer?"
Huang Wanzhen smiled and tried to smooth things over, "Wen Yin, come on, you haven't even successfully invited anyone yet, so why bother holding the salon?"
As they were laughing and joking, a weak voice interrupted, "Can I go to the salon?"
Several people turned their heads and saw Su Jingyi in the corner cowering with his hands raised, as if surrendering.
Song Wenyin curled her lips in disdain. "Another civilian officer has arrived! Great! It's two against two, Lanshan! Don't embarrass our military attaché team!"
He Lanshan grinned, "How can I, a short guy like me, help you? Please look further ahead. Look at Huang Wanzhen. Not only is she tall, she's also been practicing martial arts. You don't even need to do anything. She can beat both of them by herself."
Huang Wanzhen laughed along, "Hehe! I'm not bragging, if you guys come at me together, I'm not afraid."
Song Wenyin put her hands on her hips and cursed with a smile, "Look at what you can do! I think you don't even need to use your hands, you can beat us down with just your mouth."
Huang Wanzhen accepted it all and immediately saluted, "Thank you, I acknowledge it."
"Hey! Wen Yin, why are you lying there? Hurry up and get up."
Song Wenyin raised her arm and was about to hit her with a smile.
"Ahem—quiet! get out of class isn't over yet!" Painting teacher Frederic, dressed in a suit and tie, strolled in. "Finish your painting, hand it in at the podium, and you can leave."
Song Wenyin quickly sat down and secretly raised her fist at Huang Wanzhen. Huang Wanzhen didn't even look at her. She acted like a good student and continued painting obediently.
March is the season to take off heavy winter clothes and change into spring clothes.
Linglong Pavilion opened in the fragrance of flowers.
Thousands of firecrackers were set off in front of Jixiangtang. The shop was now decorated with flowers. When you entered the door, there was a one-meter-high white magnolia tree, with seven or eight pots of crabapple flowers on each side. There was a long table next to the middle shelf, on which were placed various Chinese and Western cakes.
Huang Wanzhen and Song Wenyin both wore floor-length dresses embroidered with butterfly-loving flowers. Song Wenyin also had her hair permed, while Huang Wanzhen asked a hairdresser to do a bun on her hair and inserted two fresh crabapple flowers in her hair, making her look even more beautiful than the flowers.
At around ten o'clock, relatives and friends started coming to congratulate him. Apart from the classmates from Beiman Girls' School, almost all of them were Song Wenyin's relatives. Song Wenbin changed out of his police uniform and wore a black suit, which made him look very straight. His shiny leather shoes showed his good upbringing.
"Third brother, now that you are here, I'll give you a clothing album. It contains not only suits, but also men's sportswear and men's casual wear. They are all very nice-looking. You can choose a few sets to change into." Song Wenyin smiled and stuffed the album into Song Wenbin's arms. This was her idea. She wanted to hold a banquet while Linglong Pavilion was opening and make a fortune.
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