I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Next to the lake with blue sky and white clouds, there are flowers and music.

Wei Miao looked at the foreign man with a mustache and a black tuxedo, who was holding a bright red rose in his hand and was bending slightly to hand it over.

The woman standing opposite her had delicate features, lightly tied hair, and a white dress with a lapel that fitted her perfectly. Although her cheeks were flushed, there was no trace of shyness in her eyes.

"Big pot, it's Sister Lan!"

When he was about to get close to the crowd, Wei Dong saw clearly who the woman was, and just when he was about to run over, he was stopped.

Wei Miao looked at the foreigners in plain clothes in front of him. They were tall and strong, with a tough temperament. They were obviously the consul's bodyguards.

Yes, the old Deng holding the rose is Durand’s uncle, Louis’ biological father, and now the Consul General of the French Consulate, Mr. Taylor.

According to Xu Ayu's calculation, this man is already thirty-six years old.

He actually proposed to Sister Xu Lan, who had just turned twenty.

Wei Dong was stopped and was very unhappy. He put his hand to his mouth and shouted to the crowd:

"Sister Lan!"

The charming atmosphere was broken, and a group of people looked over here. Wei Miao also saw White Rose and Durand who were blocked by the crowd just now.

Durand trotted over, waved away the soldiers, and said with a bright smile:

"Ah Miao, did you come here because you heard the news?"

"What news?" Wei Miaowen asked.

Durand seemed not to notice Wei Miao's strange smile and shrugged.

"Today is my uncle's thirty-third birthday."

Wei Miao said sarcastically: "Uncle is thirty-three years old, but I think he looks forty."

Durand's eyes lit up. "We are indeed friends. Great minds think alike. He does look older than his actual age."

Wei Miao chuckled, "Why is my sister here?"

Durand shrugged helplessly and comforted Wei Miao:

"Don't mind. My uncle is a very loyal man. He truly loves Miss Xu."

Maybe it's because he has been with Lu Pingsheng for too long, Wei Miao always likes to raise his eyebrows when looking at people. Unfortunately, he is not tall enough and the people in front of him are too tall, so he can't make people feel his disdain and sarcasm.

Durand once drunkenly commented on his uncle, saying that he was a politician with eyes full of romanticism.

Lu Pingsheng whispered to Wei Miao secretly, "He is actually a love-brained person. Just by listening to his name, you can tell that he is also an old man in heat."

Wei Miao knew Wu Ziyang, so he naturally knew what love-brain was, but what was Lao Deng?

Brother Lu said that she was young and didn't need to know so much.

To outsiders, Taylor is an extremely good and high-quality man, the Consul General of the consulate, in his prime, handsome and tall.

The most important thing is, he experienced "promotion, wealth, and death of wife" last year. From a man's perspective, he is simply a winner in life.

On the other hand, Sister Xu Lan, who was born into a fisherman family on the Suzhou River, has a pretty appearance at best and a slightly bookish air. She is an oriental woman who makes a living by running a coffee shop that does not entirely belong to her. She is not a good match for Mr. Taylor.

But Wei Miao just felt that the cabbages in his own garden were eaten by pigs.

Her sister Lan is smart and hardworking, has a determined character, is kind and gentle, and most importantly, she is still very young and her life has not yet begun.

If Brother Lu didn't care about love, it wouldn't be impossible for Sister Lan to accompany him.

"Don't be angry if Miss Xu doesn't agree." Durand touched his nose. What else could he do?

When my uncle passed by the coffee shop, he fell in love at first sight with Sister Xu Lan who was playing the piano inside.

In addition, Sister Xu Lan can speak fluent French, is proficient in English and Russian, and can make authentic French desserts, which makes his uncle, an old widower who has been widowed for a year, very moved.

After all, there were very few French girls in Shanghai, and most of them were romantic widows like her cousin. They had finally come to a place without any restrictions, so they naturally wanted to cherish love and enjoy themselves.

Even if they wanted to get married, his uncle would not look down on them. His uncle liked gentle oriental beauties.

For this reason, his uncle has been pursuing Miss Xu whenever he gets the chance, from the Chinese New Year until now.

"A Miao, you're here!" Bai Meigui was not wearing a cheongsam today. She was wearing a royal blue dress, still noble and mysterious.

Durand curled his lips at White Rose, "Rose, quickly explain to David that my uncle's behavior has nothing to do with me."

Bai Meigui gave him a wink, walked forward, took Wei Miao's arm and walked towards the lake.

Wei Dong took the opportunity to jog towards Sister Xu Lan, "Sister Lan, are you getting married?"

When Sister Xu Lan realized that it was Wei Miao and the others, she looked a little flustered, especially when Ah Miao saw her like this. She lowered her head in guilt, regretting it deeply.

Now seeing Miss Bai taking Ah Miao away, she breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down to pinch Wei Dong's chubby face, "Little bean, stop worrying, do you want to eat some cake?"

“Yes!” Wei Dong had already smelled the sweetness of the cake, and now that he could eat it, he naturally forgot everything else.

Sister Xu Lan looked up and saw Durand pointing at Wei Miao by the lake and saying something to Mr. Taylor.

Noticing her gaze, Mr. Taylor put the red rose in his hand into his suit pocket. His neatly groomed hair was blown a little messy by the wind. He held the red wine glass in his hand and smiled at her gently.

Sister Xu Lan quickly withdrew her gaze and took Wei Dong to get the cake.

On the bench by the lake, White Rose turned her head to look at the expressionless little boy, "Are you angry?"

Wei Miao frowned, "This kind of thing shouldn't be handled by the authorities. Why let two women like you deal with it?"

White Rose chuckled, "The authorities don't even have the right to station troops in Shanghai. The only armed force is the police department. Think about what those policemen can do?"

Wei Miao stared at the woman in front of him and felt that he had to refresh his opinion of her.

"Ah Miao, I give Mr. Taylor three hundred thousand yuan a month as a membership fee. He protects my position in the Green Gang and gives me convenience. Why do you think I am getting involved in this mess?"

Bai Meigui took out a cigarette from her handbag, held it in her hand, thought about it but didn't light it, and continued:

"The French soldiers' incident has been going on until now, and the people's demonstrations have never stopped. The incident has alarmed Paris, but they don't want to intervene."

Wei Miao was still reading a new report in the newspaper the day before yesterday, saying that the soldiers were using their old tricks again, bullying men and women, and some were beaten and sent to the hospital. The police station was almost full.

"Mr. Taylor is the Consul General and the most powerful person in the French Concession. As long as he is inclined to resolve the matter, the matter can be resolved satisfactorily, at least on the surface, justice will be done to the Chinese people."

Bai Meigui finally lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, her eyes blurred in the smoke.

Wei Miao is not stupid. If this thing can be done, Bai Meigui's reputation in Shanghai will probably surpass the three tycoons of the Green Gang in an instant, which will be a win-win for her.

Perhaps seeing through her thoughts, Bai Meigui said, "Sister Lan volunteered, but Mr. Taylor..."

"I'll go ask Sister Lan myself." Wei Miao interrupted her, stood up, nodded slightly, and walked away.

White Rose turned sideways to look at the little boy's receding back, sighed, and murmured with a little envy, "It's really nice to have someone to protect you."

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Note: Does anyone know where the inspiration for Sister Xu Lan’s story came from?