The young man's high-pitched shouts rang out in the hall, and the store clerk who went downstairs couldn't help but look back. He could even imagine the ghostly face of the young man hiding among the women.
"Are you a family?" He couldn't help but ask, looking at the entourage who followed him downstairs and was responsible for arranging meals.
Of course not now, but maybe in the future.
The attendant hesitated and hummed twice without answering.
But in the eyes of the waiter, this was acquiescence, but he said it in such a vague way. It was not like there is a saying that the grandson of a grandpa in the cradle is on crutches. Seniority is not based on age.
It seems that this young master belongs to a wealthy family. It is common for wealthy family masters to marry young men.
"So is this your stepmother?" the store clerk couldn't help but ask.
The attendant who was walking down the last step almost fell to the ground.
"Get the fuck out of here!" He raised his hand and slapped the store clerk, tilted his hat, and yelled angrily, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll stuff your mouth full of horse dung!"
The store clerk was so frightened that he covered his head and dared not speak.
Cheng Jiaoniang did not go to Wang Qilang's side, but sat down on the felt mat on the other side.
The two women also hurriedly sat down and looked at Wang Shiliang, who had almost shrunk into the arms of the group of women, with surprised expressions.
Of course they knew about the Seventeenth Prince of the Wang family, but this was the first time they had seen him. He looked really good, but a bit thin...
Is it because you are so frightened now that you also know that your wife has sued Mr. Cheng?
Seeing Wang Shiqilang like this, Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and stopped looking at him. She sat down and looked at the snowy mountain scenery outside.
However, Wang Qishilang did not feel relieved at all. Instead, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"Sir, who is this lady?" The beautiful maid next to her couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
They were also shocked when they first saw the little lady's face.
Such a beautiful young lady must be very popular with the young master, but she didn't expect that her young master would be so frightened that he lost his mind.
I'm sure I was frightened, not out of my mind with joy.
"Shut up, shut up." Wang Shiqilang shouted.
After being out for so many days, this was the first time that the young master was so cruel to them, and the beautiful maids immediately fell into disgrace.
It's a pity that the young master did not show pity for her, but stared at the young lady with fear and caution on his face.
His nervousness and fear did not affect the atmosphere there. The guys filed in and placed a lot of food on several tables.
"Although Madam doesn't drink wine, I ordered some drinks because of the cold weather," the attendant said respectfully.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Yes, although I don't drink wine, you two ladies still want to have a taste." She said, extending her hand to indicate.
The waiter hurriedly placed two bottles of wine on the tables of the two women.
"Ah, this is really... we don't drink wine either..."
The two women laughed and waved.
Of course they don't drink wine. How can they afford it? At most, they drink some distiller's grains and mix it with water during the holidays.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"Ladies, don't be polite. To appreciate the snow is to ask for wine." She said, "If it weren't for my health, I would still want to eat."
The two women were immediately relieved. They didn't know many rules in the first place. They learned them from others. This lady didn't tell them any rules. Moreover, she really didn't despise them.
When a person despises another person, it can be seen in his eyes. The look of contempt and disgust is often seen by the two women in the eyes of the housekeepers of the Cheng family. As for the housewives of the Cheng family, they can't even see it.
There is no chance.
This lady is completely different from those people. When she looks at them, she is very calm and quiet, neither looking up nor looking down. All living beings are equal.
"It is indeed a good wine." A woman opened the wine pot and couldn't help but admired the aroma.
After walking for half a day and it being winter again, we were all hungry. Soon the table was relaxed and people were chatting, eating and drinking. Cheng Jiaoniang did not join in their joking, and the two women did not feel restrained. The atmosphere was very relaxed and comfortable.
.
In comparison, Wang Qishilang suffered a little.
Several maids moved their bodies.
"What are you doing?" Wang Shiqilang shouted immediately.
"Master..." The maid looked at him with an aggrieved look, stretched out her hand to rub her legs, "Our feet are all numb..."
"Master, if you are not happy eating here, let's leave." Another maid whispered.
Walk?
Wang Qishilang felt desolate in his heart.
He has walked so far, and this woman is still catching up with him!
"Cheng Jiaoniang!" He stood up suddenly and shouted.
This sudden shout made everyone in the hall startled and looked at Wang Shiqilang.
However, Wang Qishilang's face was a little distorted and his body was tilted.
"Hey..." He stretched out his hand and leaned over to touch his leg.
The two women bit their chopsticks and looked at him in shock.
"Young Master's legs and feet are numb!" The maidservants reacted and shouted, and they immediately started to help and rub their legs in a hurry. Their voices mixed with Wang Shiqilang's strange screams, and they became a mess again.
Cheng Jiaoniang held the marigold and looked away, continuing to drink water slowly and look at the mountain scenery outside.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, you, what do you want to do?"
Wang Qishilang pushed away the maids, limped a few steps over, and asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head to look at him.
"Look at the snow in the mountains," she said, pointing outside with her golden lamp.
This woman is the best at pretending to be stupid. The more ferocious the killer, the better at pretending. Wang Shiqilang groaned in his heart.
"Then look, I'm leaving." He gritted his teeth and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang put down the golden cup.
"What do you want to do?" Wang Qishilang took a step back in fright and pointed.
Cheng Jiaoniang saluted him.
"Young master, it's easy to go," she said.
Wang Qishilang swallowed, "Okay, this is what you said, but don't expect me to understand whether you want to welcome him or not." He turned around and left.
The maid behind him didn't even react. She came back to her senses when she heard the sound of stepping on the stairs. She hurriedly called for the young master to follow him, and with a burst of incense fans fanning the hall, the hall finally became quiet.
The female prostitute on the floor over there was sitting blankly holding her piano.
"Oh, I haven't paid for the makeup yet!" one shouted, getting up and about to chase after him, but was stopped by Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Do you have any other events to attend?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
The eyes of the two female prostitutes flickered and they glanced at the woman in front of them.
Although he was not wearing gold or silver, the clothes were made of high-quality materials and well-made. Considering that the rich young man just now was obviously frightened by this lady and ran away, it can be seen that it must be more powerful.
"No." The two of them hurriedly bowed and smiled.
"Then let's play some music to cheer up the fun." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Then that young man's money just now..." a female prostitute said tentatively.
"I paid." Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.
The two female prostitutes suddenly became even more happy. They hurriedly took a few steps over and knelt down beside them.
"What do you want to hear, madam?"
"As long as it's cheerful and festive," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The two female prostitutes responded, tuned the strings, and started playing and singing.
The two women were beaming with joy. There was nothing to appreciate about the snowy scenery, but it was such a luxury to have wine, food, and music and music to entertain them.
The hall here is still lively, and Wang Shiliang is driving fast in his car over there.
The two most favored maidservants who were accompanying him in the carriage were huddled in the corner of the carriage. There was still tea soup on their faces and there were spots on their clothes. Looking at the pale and worried young master, they did not dare to come forward to comfort him.
"Sir, are we going back to the inn in the city, or are we going somewhere?" A waiter asked cautiously from outside the car.
"Why are you still going back to the city? People are chasing you, why don't you run away!" Wang Shiqilang shouted.
There was immediately silence outside the carriage, and the speed of the carriage increased significantly, and the bumps became even worse.
Wang Qishilang angrily pushed away Ping Ji, who had been knocked down by the bumps, and let out a heavy breath.
run..
Where can I run to?
I hid myself, but others still caught up with me!
This terrible woman! Why wouldn’t she let him go?
Wang Qishilang stretched out his hand and touched his face. His face...
It’s all my fault that I was born too handsome! It turns out that beauty is really a sin.
Thinking of this, Wang Qilang's eyes lit up.
"Stop!" he shouted.
The car stopped abruptly because it was too sudden. The horses neighed and there were several screams in the car.
"Go back, go back." Wang Shiqilang did not reprimand the coachman who almost fell out of the car, but opened the car curtain and shouted.
The driver did not dare to neglect and quickly turned the car around.
"Master, where are you going back to?" he asked after hesitation.
"Of course we're going back to the Lansheng Building!" Wang Shiqilang shouted.
The driver was busy urging his horse.
Looking at the young master who turned around outside the door, the waiter at the Landscape Building was a little surprised. The table had already been cleared. Did he just go out for a run and come back with more food?
Wang Qishilang took a few deep breaths in the car and jumped out of the carriage.
"Do you have a knife?" He turned to ask the boy next to him.
The boy was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
"Sir, what do you want to do?" he asked tremblingly.
You can’t mess with this lady from the Cheng family!
"Nonsense, give it to me quickly!" Wang Shiqilang raised his eyebrows and shouted.
The boy dared not listen and asked the guard on the side to ask for it with a grimace.
"That's it?" Wang Shiqilang stared at the hand-sized dagger and asked.
"Sir, this is the only thing," the boy said, "or it's a stick."
Wang Shiqilang breathed out and picked up the dagger.
"Then let's take this." He said, took a deep breath again, looked at the second floor, and listened to the music and singing coming from it...
Isn't this the female prostitute I hired? This woman is so rude!
"You all wait here! No one is allowed to follow!" He said to the people around him, clenched the small dagger in his hand and stepped forward.
The maidservants of the Wang family all looked panicked.
"Young Master, Young Master..." the maids shouted tremblingly, but they did not dare to catch up.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"Young master doesn't like that wife of the Cheng family, doesn't he want to beat her?"
After hearing this, Wang Shiqilang's servant twitched his lips.
"It's not certain who will hit whom..." he murmured.
The sound of stepping footsteps did not attract the attention of the people eating, drinking and laughing over there. They were eating and drinking. The few men were scattered around seemingly casually but well guarded.
They looked over and saw Wang Shiqilang as if they hadn't seen him.
But the woman never looked back from the beginning to the end, sitting with her back to her, leaning on the table, holding a gold lamp in one hand, and patting her knees in response to the sound of the piano with the other.
What a beautiful picture of a beautiful woman admiring the snow.
Wang Qishilang was stunned for a moment, and the beauty turned back to him and smiled at him. In an instant, the beauty's face turned into a skeleton of white bones.
Wang Qishilang shouted out.
Now everyone in the hall looked at him, even the female prostitute who was playing the piano stopped, and Cheng Jiaoniang also turned her head.
It turned out that it was his own hallucination, and Wang Shiqilang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, come here." He took a deep breath and said tremblingly.
Cheng Jiaoniang said "oh" and stood up as expected. Seeing the two women standing up quickly, she smiled and shook her head.
"You guys sit down," she said, and motioned to the two female prostitutes to continue.
The tinkling sound of the piano continued again.
"What are your orders, Mr. Wang?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked and stood in front of Wang Shiqilang.
As she walked over, Wang Shiqilang took a few steps back.
"You, come with me, I have something to tell you." He said, looked around, and saw that there was a private room separated by a screen, blocking the view, so he walked towards it.
Cheng Jiaoniang followed without asking any questions.
Entering the private room, Wang Shiliang, who was facing the window, stiffened for a moment, and then turned around suddenly.
Cheng Jiaoniang's expression was slightly startled.
"Master Wang, what do you mean?" she asked with a smile again.
Wang Qishilang held a small dagger in his hand. At this time, he took out the scabbard, and the blade tip was shining brightly.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, please stop pestering me!" He said hoarsely, "I will never marry you."
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh and looked at Wang Shiliang thoughtfully without saying anything.
"If you won't let me go and pester me, I will, I will..." Wang Shiqilang said in a trembling voice, shaking the dagger in his hand.
"Just kill me?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Wang Qishilang snorted.
"Kill you, I know you are powerful, I can't kill you, but I can kill myself!" He said, "Aren't you, you, just fascinated by my face? If you force me again, I, I
Just disfigured!"
As he spoke, he pointed the dagger at his face with his backhand. (To be continued)
