The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

First meeting in Li Garden.

"We're here. This place is really hard to find. Please take your belongings with you when you get off the bus."

"Thank you."

The woman paid the fare and got off the car. She was wearing a well-fitting cheongsam and had a slim figure. Just by looking at her back, you could tell she was a beauty of extraordinary beauty.

The driver glanced at the back seat and quickly honked the horn: "Beauty, I forgot my umbrella."

Unfortunately, the beauty had already entered the garden and seemed not to have heard what he said.

The rain in this season stops and starts. It was drizzling when I got on the car, and now it is sunny again for a short time. Shen Zhiyan was worried about something and accidentally left her umbrella on the car.

There is a typical Chinese garden in the city center, which makes people curious about who the owner of this garden is. The two characters "Li Garden" above the head are written in a casual and sharp style.

The person who contacted her was a man named Zhou. The two of them exchanged emails and agreed to arrive at four o'clock in the afternoon. Now, due to the traffic jam caused by the rain, it was already three fifty.

"Yanyan, when you go to Li Garden, you must behave properly, understand?"

"I understand, Grandma."

Grandma's instructions were still ringing in her ears. Shen Zhiyan didn't dare to act rashly. After stepping through the gate, she stopped in front of the courtyard and waited for someone to come.

But this garden was not as lively as she had imagined, and there seemed to be few people.

I heard from Aunt Wanhua that this is her son’s residence in Jiangcheng. Is it the Mr. Zhou?

"who are you looking for?"

A slightly older woman came out and stopped in front of Shen Zhiyan. Thinking of what Mr. Li had told her in the morning, she suddenly realized.

She looked like a well-behaved girl, with beautiful facial features, just like she came out of a painting. No wonder the master specifically told her that if a lady named Shen came over in the afternoon, she could let her in directly.

"Is this Miss Shen? The gentleman is practicing calligraphy in the teahouse. Come in."

Shen Zhiyan nodded politely, without any suspicion, and walked in.

I thought the woman would take her in, but she seemed very busy and pointed to the Qingfeng Tea Pavilion not far away and let her go.

Shen Zhiyan clenched her fingers, walked across a step bridge, and went around the rockery before she saw a corner of the Qingfeng Tea Pavilion.

It was strange to say that in a pond like this, there would usually be some koi fish, but the owner of this Li Garden didn't seem to believe in feng shui. There didn't seem to be a single living thing in this pond.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on my arm.

Why is it raining again?

Shen Zhiyan quickened her pace and trotted to the Qingfeng Tea Pavilion with her head covered.

Hearing footsteps, Li Yanzhou looked up and a figure suddenly entered his sight. The brush in his hand stopped a few centimeters away from the rice paper, and a drop of ink spread out, staining the paper.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a kitten accidentally strayed in and fell into my heart.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhou?"

The woman's voice was soft and sweet, like the sound of a guqin, pleasing to the ears and eyes.

Shen Zhiyan had never imagined that Mr. Zhou was so handsome. He was wearing a black new Chinese style suit, which matched the garden very well.

But the aura around him was not elegant at all, and even made her dare not approach him recklessly.

The man didn't say yes or no. He looked at her with an ambiguous look and said in a magnetic voice, "Ms. Shen from Qingshan Temple?"

It seems that I found the right person.

The pavilion is accessible on all sides. Although the drizzle is light, the wind has picked up and it is inevitably a bit chilly.

Shen Zhiyan quietly moved her feet and closed her eyes to the direction where the wind was coming from.

She nodded and replied politely, "I'm Shen Zhiyan, the perfumer introduced by Aunt Wanhua, and I've communicated with you via email before."

Li Yanzhou's eyebrows moved slightly. He put down the brush in his hand and picked up the umbrella beside him.

"Miss Shen, it's raining heavily, why don't we talk inside?"

Shen Zhiyan naturally wanted it more than ever.

She followed this "Mr. Zhou" obediently and heard the sound of the umbrella opening, followed by the man's cold question:

"I wonder if Miss Shen would mind sharing an umbrella with me."

Shen Zhiyan looked up at the sky. The rain didn't seem to be heavy. Although she didn't like getting wet in the rain, she didn't have the courage to share an umbrella with a strange man for the time being.

Just as she was about to refuse, the man's mouth curled up meaningfully and his eyes fell on her.

"Although the rain is not heavy, it would be a pity for Miss Shen's beautiful handmade cheongsam to get wet."

The tone sounded somewhat regretful.

Shen Zhiyan pursed her lips and saw the man holding an umbrella gradually approaching her.

"Ms. Shen, the umbrella is very big."

The hoarse voice seems to have a kind of magic.

Shen Zhiyan clutched her skirt tightly.