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

The umbrella is very big, but no matter how big it is, it seems unable to prevent the physical contact between the two people sharing the umbrella.

The cheongsam Shen Zhiyan wore was sleeveless, and she wore a thin shirt on the outside. Through the fabric of the clothes, their arms touched from time to time.

His Buddhist beads have a strong presence.

Compared to her embarrassment, Li Yanzhou was obviously much calmer.

The man seemed to be looking at the road ahead, but his dark eyes glanced at the people beside him with great frequency.

Compared to the past, she has grown up a lot, become more mature, and has lost her childishness. Her every move is full of feminine charm.

At the same time, Shen Zhiyan's thoughts were also flying. The smell of this gentleman was faint, but it was very invasive, as if he wanted to wrap her up.

"Miss Shen, watch your step."

Coming back to her senses, Shen Zhiyan saw the man fold up his umbrella, put it in the black umbrella tube outside the house, and raised his hand towards the inside like a gentleman.

"Miss Shen, please."

As you step into the reception room, you will see that the decoration inside is also in Chinese style, but it seems that the complexity of Chinese style has been deliberately reduced, adding a bit of new Chinese style simplicity and grandeur.

Li Yanzhou walked naturally to the sofa and sat down. He glanced at the side of Shen Zhiyan's skirt and frowned slightly.

Why did I still get wet?

Shen Zhiyan didn't care much about it. She took out the prepared information from her bag and handed it to the man on the sofa.

"Mr. Zhou, here are some information about the courtyard incense, as well as the contract I prepared in advance. Please take a look."

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on the slender white fingers, pondered for a moment, and took the information.

"Ms. Shen, I don't think I ever said my last name is Zhou?"

Shen Zhiyan was stunned, her expression a little confused, as if there really wasn't anyone like that, but who else could he be if not Mr. Zhou?

She spoke weakly without any confidence: "It has always been Mr. Zhou who has been in contact with me..."

"Zhou Zhu is my assistant. He was indeed the one who was in charge of communicating with you before."

"Then you are..."

Seeing the little girl's cheeks becoming more and more rosy, Li Yanzhou raised the corners of his lips slightly and his tone became much lighter.

He stood up and walked in front of Shen Zhiyan, smiling and extending his hand: "Li Yanzhou."

Shen Zhiyan blinked, wondering whether she should return the handshake, and she obediently stretched out her arm.

Instantly, it was held by the man.

"My mother introduced you here."

I thought he was an acquaintance of Aunt Wanhua, but I didn't expect it to be her son.

The man was very tall, and standing face to face with her, he almost blocked her entire view, forcing Shen Zhiyan to only look up at him.

"Hello, Mr. Li."

The soft voice was like a mountain stream, and the corners of Li Yanzhou's mouth rose slightly.

"Hello, Miss Shen, so now, can we sign the contract?"

"of course."

Li Yanzhou quickly signed his name on the paper.

It turns out that his name is Li Yanzhou.

"Mr. Li, don't you need to read the above terms carefully, as well as the fragrance at each stage? If there is anything you don't like, I can..."

"No need. Since I have chosen Miss Shen, I naturally trust your ability."

Li Yanzhou returned the signed contract to Shen Zhiyan and sat back on the sofa.

"Now that the contract has been signed, I will..."

"Pour Miss Shen a cup of tea."

Li Yanzhou's words interrupted Shen Zhiyan's farewell. The woman who had just been seen at the door appeared again, served the woman a pot of tea, and then left politely.

This Mr. Li seems to dislike having other people at home.

Shen Zhiyan had just taken a sip of tea when she heard a low, cold voice asking:

"What do you think of this tea, Miss Shen?"

"The tea has a rich aroma and a sweet aftertaste. Mr. Li's collection is naturally good tea."

Li Yanzhou smiled but said nothing, still able to talk as before, but he seemed not as familiar with him as before.

The rain outside suddenly started to fall, pattering against the window, as if trying to get in. I didn't know if I could get a taxi in this weather.

"Miss Shen."

"Mr. Li, go ahead."

Pulling her thoughts back to her senses, Shen Zhiyan turned her head to look at Li Yanzhou, waiting for what to come next.

"It's not convenient to travel in this weather. Miss Shen, why don't you wait until the rain is lighter before leaving."

Looking at the sound of dripping rain, Shen Zhiyan sighed and had no choice but to do so.

But I didn’t expect that I would have to wait until the evening.

When Aunt Wang came in, the woman was sitting on the sofa reading a book, while the man was standing in front of the mahogany table practicing calligraphy. The two did not interfere with each other, but their auras matched.

A stick of incense is lit and slowly rises.

A pleasing picture.

"Mr. Li, dinner is ready."

Hearing the sound, Shen Zhiyan raised her head from the book. She looked out the window and saw that the rain had not stopped but had become even heavier.

But the host family was about to have dinner, so it would not be appropriate for her to stay any longer.

"Ms. Shen, if you don't mind having dinner with me? We can talk about Xiang."

Shen Zhiyan was shy and inevitably embarrassed, but after hearing the second half of Li Yanzhou's words, she lost the courage to refuse.

In the blink of an eye, the two were sitting face to face at the dining table.

Li Yanzhou passed the stewed fish maw to Shen Zhiyan and said softly, "There are usually not many people in my garden, so don't be so rigid."

The little girl was obviously a little reserved. She ate in small bites but said nothing. It was inevitable that she was a little reserved.

"Mr. Li is not a local?"

The dishes on this table are not traditional Jiangcheng cuisine, but are more like those from the Guangdong and Guangdong regions.

Li Yanzhou took a sip of wine, helplessness flashed across his eyes. He really didn't remember him at all, and the questions he asked were exactly the same as before.

"I'm from Hong Kong." Putting down his glass, he half-jokingly asked, "Is my accent still so obvious?"

Shen Zhiyan shook her head decisively. Li Yanzhou had no accent at all, and if he didn't say it himself, it would be difficult to tell that he was from Gangcheng.

"No, it's these dishes. No wonder, if Mr. Li is from Hong Kong, then it makes sense."

Wait, what did Mr. Li mean when he said “still” just now?

The emotions in a woman's eyes are so transparent that someone like Li Yanzhou can see through them at a glance.

"Miss Shen, do you really not remember me?" Shen Leng's voice slowly reminded, "We have seen it before, Qingshan Temple, the pavilion in the back mountain."

The man glanced at the rain outside the window, his eyes unclear: "It's a rainy day like this too."

Outside the window, a flash of lightning illuminated the night, and the accompanying thunder awakened Shen Zhiyan's memory.