Near evening, Shanghai suddenly experienced a drizzle.
A gray sky and misty drizzle enveloped the south of the Yangtze River.
In the drizzle, a fleet of black Mercedes-Benz vehicles drove slowly through the rainy streets.
The mist and rain lingering in the south of the Yangtze River are lingering, and the beauty under the umbrella sighs.
At this moment, Qiu Yiren was sitting in the Mercedes-Benz car, her beautiful eyes... gently staring at the rain curtain outside the window.
The car windows were wet with rainwater, and drops were flowing down.
Her eyes were looking out the window complicatedly, without focus, as if she had something on her mind.
The turmoil in Jiangnan kept her stuck in the quagmire from beginning to end.
The highly tense nerves made her very weak. She was just a woman.
No matter how strong she pretends to be, she is still a woman.
Chen Zongheng sat quietly aside.
There was a Chinese cigarette in his mouth.
While puffing away the mist, he glanced at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye.
In fact, Qiu Yiren is a very beautiful woman.
Mature, confident, and wise.
If you put aside her status as the president of the group, then... with her image and temperament, she is not inferior to the popular first-line actresses.
But Qiu Yiren looked a little tired today.
That confident and mature aura seemed to have disappeared. Sitting in the car, she looked like a weak woman who needed to be taken care of.
Mentally weak, Yingwei pity.
This, maybe...is her true state after shedding her superficial toughness.
Her high heels were kicked off, and she sat in the car with her black silk feet naked, quietly looking at the rain outside the car window.
Only this short period of tranquility could allow her to... take a break.
In the carriage, the faint feminine fragrance of her body floated.
Unconsciously, her eyes were tired, and then... her long black hair leaned sideways in front of the car window glass...
She just leaned in front of the car window and fell asleep...
I don't know how long it took before Qiu Yi was gently woken up by the driver.
"Miss, we're home." The driver shouted softly from the front seat.
Qiu Yiren was dazed and opened her eyes.
She straightened up slightly, only to find that...she was wearing a black suit jacket?
Qiu Yiren was stunned, this is?
There is a faint smell of tobacco on the suit jacket.
These are Mr. Chen's clothes.
But why would Mr. Chen... put his suit jacket on himself?
Is it because when you see yourself falling asleep, you are afraid that you will... catch a cold?
The more Qiu Yiren thought about it, the more outrageous she felt.
This is probably impossible.
After all, he is... such a cold person.
Mr. Chen, as cold as a mountain.
How is it possible to take care of people?
She turned around and looked to her side. The man was not in the car. He should have gotten off the car.
"What is this coat?" Qiu Yiren folded the coat carefully, then put on her high heels and stepped out of the car.
"Miss, this is Mr. Chen's coat. Seeing that you had just fallen asleep, he took off his clothes and put them on you," the driver said.
"Ah?" After hearing the driver's words, Qiu Yiren... felt a little dazed and confused.
After all, is it really that man?
But, it's really...unbelievable.
That man, on weekdays... it would be difficult to even say a word to him. He would almost spend money on words, and he would be as cold as an ice sculpture.
Such a cold man, today... for the first time, he put on a coat to prevent himself from catching a cold?
this.
Is the sun coming out in the west?
"Mr. Chen, where are the others?" Qiu Yiren carefully folded her suit jacket and asked.
"Mr. Chen said, Miss, please finish your meal first without waiting for him. He will go out to do some errands." The driver truthfully conveyed Chen Zongheng's original words to Qiu Yiren.
Hmm? Going out to do errands?
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, and a suspicious thought flashed across her face.
"I'm so angry! That pretty boy drove away my sports car again!" Not far away, my sister Qiu Shuangxia rushed out of the garage angrily, her face full of anger.
Her most beloved Aston Martin sports car... was secretly driven away by that man again.
It had been less than a month since she bought this car, but she hadn't even been willing to drive it even once.
…
It's drizzle and hazy, evening in the south of the Yangtze River.
Shanghai City, inside the Peace Hotel.
A family-wide tofu feast is being held.
According to Jiangnan custom, three days before the body of the deceased is cremated, the soul of the deceased is still alive.
All relatives, friends and guests should be invited to take off their old clothes, change into white clothes, and tie the shoulders with white threads, the number of which is equal to the age of the deceased. Then, mourn the deceased's body. Finally, have a dinner together, called a tofu feast.
Also known as farewell banquet.
This dinner is meant to say goodbye to the deceased and see them off.
Have a good trip on Huangquan Road.
At this time, the entire hotel in the Peace Hotel has been booked by the Huang family.
The second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui's last funeral before his body was cremated, a tofu banquet is being held.
The entrance of the hotel was filled with white wreaths of condolence, paper figurines, and various expensive gifts.
These are all gifts from the guests who came to attend the dinner.
The last farewell to the deceased before cremation is, of course, a small gift.
And this tofu feast hosted by the second son of the Huang family can be said to have affected the whole city.
The power of the Huang family is overwhelming. It spreads throughout the whole of Jiangnan.
As a result, almost all the big shots in Jiangnan City were present.
One luxury car after another parked in front of the hotel.
The guests brought distinguished gifts and did not forget to send a wreath to the deceased.
This tofu feast is more like a feast to curry favor with the Huang family.
People tried every means to try to give precious and rare treasures to cling to the Huang family.
And, in this drizzly night.
A long white Aston Martin sports car drove slowly from a distance.
The sports car, with its low engine roar and angelic headlights, illuminated the gloomy and gray streets.
The Aston Martin sports car slowly stopped in front of the Peace Hotel.
The frameless car door opened, and a slender and elegant young man slowly got out of the car.
Chen Zongheng was wearing a crisp white shirt, a black tie at the collar, a pair of slender suit pants, and shiny leather shoes.
But the only thing missing is a suit jacket.
He gently raised his right hand, and a black umbrella slowly opened.
He stood in the drizzle curtain.
Behind the Aston Martin sports car were three fully loaded trucks.
I don’t know what is being transported in the truck, but it seems to be very heavy. The wheels of the three trucks are all weighed down a little.
Chen Zongheng held an umbrella and slowly came to the three trucks.
"Is the cargo not damaged?" He asked slowly under the umbrella, his eyes still calm.
"Sir, don't worry, the goods are in good condition. Shall we send them in now?" the truck driver asked.
"Don't worry, you guys...wait for me outside." Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark, he held an umbrella with his right hand and lit a cigarette with his left hand.
"Let me go in first and have a quick meal before we talk." After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly towards the hotel entrance holding an umbrella.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River blocked Hongfei's journey, and the peace in Shanghai and the sea returned.
He was only wearing a white shirt.
Holding a black umbrella, I walked through the drizzle and walked to the entrance of the Peace Hotel.
‘Boom…!’ When he closed his umbrella and stepped into the hotel door, there was a burst of thunder outside the drizzly night sky.
Early summer, the first thunder.
"Are you here to attend Mr. Huang's tofu banquet?" Several waiters came up to the door of the hotel and asked.
The waiters also wore white linen clothes and tied twine on their shoulders to show respect for the deceased.
Chen Zongheng closed his umbrella and nodded slowly.
Not everyone can participate in the Huang Family Tofu Banquet.
It must be someone related to the Huang family. It must be the top class in the city to be eligible to attend the banquet.
The waiters glanced at him and saw that he was dressed dignifiedly in white and that he got out of a sports car, so they were not suspicious.
After all, this is the Huang family's tofu feast.
Who would be so bold as to pretend to attend the Huang family's tofu banquet?
This is tantamount to committing suicide.
Therefore, the waiters naturally had no doubts.
So, the door was cleared.
Chen Zongheng was like this, quietly walking towards the hotel in white clothes.
"Wait." At this moment, the waiter at the door suddenly called him.
"Where are the white flowers on your shoulders?" the waiter asked abruptly.
Indeed, guests who come to express their condolences at the banquet will put a white condolence flower on their shoulders to show their memory.
However, there was no such thing on Chen Zongheng's shoulders.
