Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Given the mysterious and low-key way He Lianzhou does things, he probably tried his best to keep his presence here secret... Zhu Xia couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

Why did she start to worry?

Does he need her to worry?

Seeing her smiling, He Lianzhou raised his hand to pinch her chin and shook it, saying casually: "What are you laughing at? You look so happy. Tell me about it."

"Do you really want to listen?" Zhu Xia asked him with a slight turn of his dark eyes.

He Lianzhou nodded.

"I was wondering, what would you do without me on such a cold night." Zhu Xia said deliberately.

He laughed when he heard that, and clenched his hands tightly with her fingers.

The snow and ice on the treetops fell down with a sound like crystal hitting the ground. The snow on the ground turned into a mirror, reflecting their tightly entangled hands and their figures walking in unison.

On the way back, the fender separated the front and back seats of the car. The back seat was spacious, and Zhu Xia lay down directly, covered with a red plaid wool blanket, her head resting on He Lianzhou's thigh, looking up at his sharp and full Adam's apple.

"The Hanlin Academy is separated from the Imperial College by a wall. It is located deep in the narrow and noisy Wudaoying Hutong. It is a complete three-story courtyard."

"When I was a kid, the children of the Song, Meng, and Wen families would go to Hanlin Academy to hang out during festivals. There were more than a dozen people making a lot of noise, except for Sister Shujia, who always sat quietly aside studying the script."

He Lianzhou held Zhu Xia's head with his big hand, and casually played with her long hair with his fingertips. After listening to her words, he asked, "What about you?"

"I?"

Zhu Xia tilted her head, facing his lower abdomen, and said, "I'm doing my homework."

He Lianzhou recalled that when she was in London, no matter how noisy the bar environment was, she could concentrate on her homework.

This girl is not impetuous, does not curry favor with the powerful, and understands the benefits and disadvantages of the powerful.

Her feelings are pure.

No impurities.

Whether it's family or friends...

Zhu Xia raised her hand, touched He Lianzhou's face, touched his brow with her fingertips, and said softly, "You must not have rested during the day."

"Where are you going tonight?" he asked.

"The Song family." Zhu Xia said.

Song Chengyu was hospitalized, and she had to go back to help deal with things.

He Lianzhou looked down at her.

Zhu Xia wrapped her arms around his strong waist, rubbed her cheek against the soft fabric of his clothes, and said in a muffled voice: "I will miss you."

"Don't cry when you miss me." He stroked her back gently with his palm.

"I'm not crying. If you want to cry, cry by yourself."

After Zhu Xia finished speaking, she felt a sudden chill on the back of her neck, followed by a sudden numbing sensation... The man's hands kneaded and massaged her shoulders and neck, which was too stimulating and she could hardly bear it.

"Don't touch me anymore." Zhu Xia shrank his neck. "If you touch me again, I can't go back."

……

He Lianzhou first sent Zhu Xia to the Song Mansion, and then returned to the Bo Mao Royal Mansion.

She got out of the car and walked into the door before he left. The dark black car went farther and farther away, finally blending into the night and disappearing into the horizon.

Zhu Xia entered the manor gate and walked along the path to the villa. She lowered her head and fiddled with her phone slowly.

Wen Shujia asked repeatedly, "Is it the PayPal from before?"

Zhu Xia: "How did you guess that?"

Wen Shujia: “Intuition”

Zhu Xia: “Great”

Wen Shujia: "I heard that my cousin is in the hospital. How is he?"

Zhu Xia: "He is awake and is currently in the hospital for observation."

Wen Shujia: "Grandpa Song misunderstood that he had a relationship with the little model, and he didn't explain. He deserved to be beaten!"

Passing by a goldfish pond, a servant was throwing fish food. Zhu Xia walked over and the servant immediately bent down and said, "Miss."

Zhu Xia waved her hand, signaling the other party to leave. She called Wen Shujia and talked on the phone while feeding the fish leisurely.

"Sister Shujia, what do you mean by misunderstanding?"

Wen Shujia had just returned to the Qi family. She walked to the balcony, looked at her husband and daughter playing in the house, and said, "I thought you knew. My cousin and the little model were innocent, but the little model was cheated on by her boyfriend. What a coincidence that the rich girl her boyfriend cheated on was Mr. Qi's sister."

"Are you referring to Li Xuan as the little model?" Zhu Xia asked.

Wen Shujia said yes, "Li Xuan's boyfriend relied on Mr. Qi's sister to get to the top. After they broke up, he kept bullying and causing trouble for her, and even brought her to the hotel. The cousin happened to be in the hotel, and Li Xuan asked him for help. He rescued the girl and helped her a lot."

Zhu Xia understood and said, "Are the photos of you entering and leaving the hotel fake?"

"The photo was probably fabricated based on hearsay and is a malicious rumor," Wen Shujia said.

"I understand. I will tell grandpa." Zhu Xia said.

Wen Shujia told her this not to make her change her mind and be with Song Chengyu. The people in their circle are experienced, smart and capable. Wen Shujia understands that Zhu Xia has no romantic feelings for Song Chengyu, and also knows that their marriage is just a sham.

Zhu Xia hung up the phone and continued to feed the fish leisurely.

She and Song Chengyu are actually very similar.

They have no sense of security in their relationships, which leads to a strong possessiveness and they will aggressively hurt the people they like...

She gave up on He Lianzhou;

Song Chengyu gave up on her.

There are also similarities in behavior.

The difference is that Zhu Xia’s love for someone is based on respect and appreciation for the other person.

She would subconsciously think of He Lianzhou first, and would also think from her own perspective about how much He Lianzhou loved her. She would also stand in his perspective and personally experience the concessions and sacrifices he had made for her.

At least, in her opinion, if you truly love someone, you would not have the heart to hurt even a hair on his head, even if you stabbed yourself a dozen times.

and……

He Lianzhou.

He stopped her.

The image of the man's right hand with a deep wound on the palm, with bones visible, and bright red blood oozing out, staining the gray-white carpet red... This thrilling scene,

Zhu Xia frowned.

She felt a sudden pain in her right hand, as if ants were corroding her bones inch by inch, a cold pain.

After living for twenty-five years, this was the only thing she regretted.

He Lianzhou was injured.

*

Platinum Royal Palace.

The car stopped, and Uncle Cai immediately stepped forward to open the door and said respectfully, "Everything about visiting the prison has been arranged."

He Lianzhou nodded.

"Is there anything else you want to ask for?" Uncle Cai asked again.

"Send a message." The man's voice was cold and calm. "Do what she asks you to do. Give her what she wants."

There are a few branches of plum blossoms and wintersweets in the antique vase on the coffee table in the living room. The red ancient plum blossoms with six petals are blooming delicately and reservedly; the yellow wintersweets are quietly mixed in among them as embellishment.

This is the flower arrangement that Zhu Xia made when she was bored.

She always acts on a whim.

He Lianzhou curled his lips and smiled.

The cell phone rang. It was a call from the girl I was missing.

"He Lianzhou." She seemed to have hidden in the quilt again, her voice muffled.

"Have you taken a shower?" He walked towards the bedroom with his long legs.

"Just finished washing. Are you home yet?"

"arrive."

"Then why didn't you call me?"