Chapter 9: The Dandy and the Lady Part 2
After a while, Chu Wang finally realized what was going on and couldn't help but sigh: This man named Zoe probably wouldn't marry her cousin, but he insisted on forcing her cousin to say the three words "I love you" before he could consider himself the one who had captured his prey.
But her cousin refused to say anything.
Then the man said, "How can I marry you if you don't love me?"
This sentence pushed Qiao Maling to the brink of despair. Even if she said it, would she really marry him?
Isn't it that he finally succeeded and walked away satisfied.
Chu Wang couldn't help but feel regretful. After a while, he heard the sound of a door closing downstairs.
Mrs. Qiao asked, "Where have you been? It's so late."
Qiao Maling: "The choir has an event and we have to sing a new song from the rehearsal. I'm the lead singer and I can't get away. You know that, Mom."
Mrs. Qiao paused and seemed to sigh, "You're so tired from working all day. Even though you're still young, you should get enough rest."
Qiao Ma Ling said perfunctorily, "I know, Mom. I'll go to bed now. Good night, Mom."
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However, when she woke up, Chu Wang had no time to care about her cousin.
Because their dance class was advanced on this day: leg stretching was officially added to the daily dance package.
Because she was mentally prepared early on, and she was the youngest among the three, she could barely bear it.
Start with positive pressure, progress to side pressure, and then back pressure...
Zhenzhen's wails became more miserable as the pain index increased.
Yun Yan didn't cry, but two lines of tears kept flowing down his face, dripping onto the floor, and he couldn't wipe them away in time.
If anyone had passed by Earl's Road this morning, they might have thought it was haunted.
As he moved his shoulder blades down to the outside of his thighs 270 degrees to the beat, Yun Yan's listless voice drifted faintly from behind Lin Chuwang.
Yun Yan: "...I don't want to learn dancing."
Chu Wang: "..."
Yun Yan: "As the daughter of a good family, she doesn't go out to socialize, so why would she learn to dance..."
Chu Wang: "..."
Chu Wang really wanted to tell her as a prophet: This is an era of keeping up with trends.
After the country's doors were opened, a large amount of new knowledge from the West poured into the country, and old ideas were replaced with new ones with each passing day.
Like Tang Ying, she knew dance, English, painting, opera... what foreign quintessence of Chinese culture was she not good at? If she could show off any of these skills, she would be the most dazzling among all.
Chu Wang could only say, "When Zheng Yimin returns from his studies in Japan, he'll have a fantastic job. If he invites you to a dance and you can't dance, you'll just have to watch him dance with the others. Whether you need it or not is one thing, but whether you learn is another."
Yun Yan glared at her: "Who...who wants to dance with him!"
Chu Wang winked cunningly: "It's always good to have many skills."
But after Lin Chuwang said this, Yun Yan was actually willing to put in his utmost effort to learn. His ambition frightened the other two. Anyway, he just had to do whatever it took to push himself.
Seeing her suddenly so excited, Zhenzhen seemed to be infected and became more restrained and stopped crying.
Chu Wang couldn't help but sigh, not knowing whether his persuasion was indirect and was just making things worse for others.
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When learning English in the afternoon, the four sisters seemed to be lost in thought.
The three steamed pork with rice flour were so tired from the dance class in the morning that they were weak in the muscles and bones. Sister Qiao Maling, who was making the sweet and sour pork ribs, seemed to have not slept well. She looked haggard, with swollen eyes and dark circles under her eyes.
So when the eldest aunt came back with a pile of letters and announced, "Come and get your own letters first. Today's English class ends here," the four sisters cheered as if they had been pardoned and went to the door to welcome Mrs. Lin into the house.
Surrounded by a group of little girls, Mrs. Qiao began to distribute the letters helplessly:
"Master Xue gave this to Zhenzhen..." Xue Zhenzhen happily took the letter and read it aside.
"Master Lin gave this letter to the second and third girls together—" Lin Yunyan quickly snatched the letter away. Lin Chuwang, a little slow, waved his hand in the air and then touched his hair.
"Young Master Zheng gave the second girl this letter—" Chu Wang winked at Lin Yunyan with a smile on his face; Lin Yunyan lost all her enthusiasm and reluctantly took the letter and threw it aside.
"There's another one... It's from Germany, from Master Si to the third girl."
Chu Wang was startled. Yun Yan had already snatched the letter away before Chu Wang. Chu Wang gave her a sidelong glance, motioning for her to return it. Yun Yan, in turn, put the letter behind his back, made a face at her, and simply hid it, saying, "Guess which hand it is in. If you guess, I'll give it to you!"
Qiao Ma Ling asked with a puzzled smile, "Master Si, is this the Si family from Peking?"
Mrs. Qiao nodded and smiled, "Yes, it's the Si family, which is now famous throughout the country and very popular. The third girl was promised to the Si family a long time ago, and this young master Si is her fiancé."
Qiao Ma Ling tapped Chu Wang's nose with a small chestnut and said, "Such a good marriage, this little girl is really lucky. Do you know how many people will envy you to death for being the daughter of a wealthy family?"
Chu Wang was thinking about her letter, so he just smiled at Qiao Maling and turned around to snatch the letter from Yun Yan.
Yunyan grabbed the letter and ran upstairs, Chu Wang clattering after her, but he couldn't catch up with her due to his short arms and legs. Mrs. Lin and Qiao Maling were laughing in the background, and the whole family looked very happy.
At this moment, Mother Zhao suddenly pushed open the door and strode in, her face grim. She was preoccupied and not watching where she was going. Lin Yunyan, too, was running to avoid Lin Chuwang, also not watching where she was going. Suddenly, two maids pounced on Mother Zhao, causing her to stumble.
Mother Zhao uttered a cry and said, "Hey, my girls, you are so unruly. Aren't you afraid that others will see you and laugh at our family?"
Mrs. Qiao heard the hidden meaning in the words and asked hurriedly, "Someone else? Who's here?"
Mother Zhao's face darkened and she said, "Who else could it be? The guy next door—he's right at the door now, there's no way he can hide."
After hearing this, Qiao Maling seemed to know what was going on and her face showed shock.
Mrs. Qiao looked annoyed. "Why is she here? Is she trying to bring bad luck to me?"
Mother Zhao glanced around and lowered her voice, "She said it was—it was about Sir Xie."
Mrs. Qiao's face changed drastically after hearing this. She turned around and looked at Qiao Maling in disbelief. Qiao Maling shook her head in despair and slumped on the sofa in panic.
Mrs. Qiao immediately suppressed her anger, sent the maids to another room, and asked Mother Zhao to take the three maids back to their respective rooms and close the door.
The air in the room was very quiet. Although the three girls were young, they also realized the seriousness of the situation and followed Mother Zhao upstairs. Lin Chuwang thought that Lin Yunyan would return the letter to her obediently at this time, but she didn't expect that Lin Yunyan still hid the letter far away and took it back to her own room after she reached out twice.
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After a while, Mrs. Ge was brought into the mansion.
The hall was right below Lin Chuwang's room. Although there was a layer of floor and some air between them, the sound could still float into her ears, neither too loud nor too soft.
Mrs. Qiao: "You...go ahead! I'm listening."
Mrs. Ge: "I'm just giving you a warning about your daughter... You act like I'm here to bully you."
Mrs. Qiao (sighing with humiliation): "What...what's the matter!"
Mrs. Ge: "Your daughter has begged me more than once to create some opportunities for her - to cover up for her and Xie Zeyi, to act as a front, that's fine. But somehow this matter got to Mr. Xie's ears, and he wants to hold me accountable. Who is Mr. Xie? I can't afford to offend him..."
There was a long silence. Qiao Maling sobbed. Mrs. Lin endured it for a long time, then began to scold Qiao Maling.
Mrs. Ge: "I didn't come here to listen to you teach my daughter a lesson. Please tell me what you have to say. This matter is not my family's business, and I can't make the decision."
Mrs. Qiao: "It's already happened. My master is a knight after all, and his family is one of the best in Hong Kong. The Xie family... the Xie family is unwilling to marry her?"
Mrs. Ge laughed. "Mr. Xie has been fawning over the British for so many years, working so hard to send his son to England. He finally got a title, and it's clearly written in large letters: 'I won't marry anyone other than a British aristocrat.' Marrying a Chinese wife? Unless a war breaks out and Hong Kong Island is razed to the ground! Marrying? Don't even think about it! Otherwise, what makes you think he would condescend to call me and ask me to discuss how to suppress this matter so that your family won't be embarrassed?"
When Chu Wang heard this, he couldn't help but complain: If it was sixteen or seventeen years later, and the Japanese army attacked, it would not be impossible.
But by then, my cousin will be in her thirties, and I'm afraid she won't be able to wait. But she could get married first, get divorced, and become the second generation of Bai Liusu. Isn't that what Love in a Fallen City is about?
The author has something to say: When I added this chapter to the draft box, I was thinking: If there are new comments after I come back from dinner, I will post it immediately without waiting until tomorrow.
Give me a reason to add more...
When I updated the next day, the clicks on the previous chapter were around 60.
60 people, not one of them is willing to give some advice/encouragement?? ! !
Baby is going to be glass-hearted
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