Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Suddenly someone called her, with a Beijing accent: "Zhu Xia?"

Zhu Xia followed the source of the sound and saw a girl with long brown hair.

The girl has a pure look, almond eyes and a turned-up nose. She is wearing a light orange gradient gauze skirt with silk gauze piled up at the end, like a camellia blooming in early spring.

"I thought you were in New York. I didn't expect to see you here." Zhou Mo walked towards Zhu Xia gracefully, looking at her.

Zhu Xia remained calm and said, "I didn't expect to see you either."

"Are you here with Mr. Song?" Zhou Mo looked around, trying to find Song Chengyu.

Before Zhu Xia opened her mouth, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her sight. The person was walking towards them.

"Hey, isn't this Sumer?" Shang Xun's standard opening line.

Zhu Xia's ears were callused from listening to it so much.

Shang Xun extended his arm and put his arm around Zhou Mo's shoulders affectionately. He looked down at Zhou Mo, then looked at Zhu Xia, narrowed his peach blossom eyes and asked, "Do you two know each other?"

Zhu Xia and Zhou Mo didn't say anything, but Shang Xun suddenly understood and said in a playful tone, "By the way. You are all from Beijing."

Zhu Xia said leisurely: "We are all from Earth. Master Shang is really humorous."

Zhu Xia and Mr. Shang know each other?

Zhou Mo found it unbelievable at first, but after thinking about it, she realized that with Song Chengyu's identity, it was not impossible for him to introduce Zhu Xia to Shang Xun.

"Zhu Xia and I were classmates in junior high school, but later she skipped a grade and I rarely saw her anymore." Zhou Mo told Shang Xun.

The last time the two met was a chance encounter in New York a year ago.

The second year of Zhou's bankruptcy

"Sumer, so we are so destined to be together?" Shang Xun said to Zhu Xia in a frivolous tone after listening to her.

Zhou Mo's expression was still as calm as a chrysanthemum, without any change. She seemed not to care, or maybe she was used to it.

"It's a bad fate, it's better not to have it." Zhu Xia said with disdain.

Shang Xun laughed twice, and played with Zhou Mo's hair with his fingers around her shoulders. "It's all fate. Our Princess Jasmine will hold a concert at the Hong Kong District Art Center on the fifth of next month. Sumer must come to support her then."

Shang Xun pinched a strand of hair with his fingertips, and the end of the hair brushed Zhou Mo's cheek, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Baby, give two tickets to Sumer."

Zhou Mo immediately lowered her head and pulled out two VIP tickets from her messenger bag and handed them to Zhu Xia. She curved her lips slightly, revealing a pair of dimples: "I hope you and Mr. Song can come together."

"Thank you, but no thanks." Zhu Xia said without hesitation.

Don't even make an excuse.

Zhou Mo tilted her head to look at Shang Xun, asking for his opinion. Shang Xun signaled her to put it directly on the table.

Zhou Mo did as she was told: "Come if you have time, but it's okay if you don't."

"Who is the Mr. Song you just mentioned?" Shang Xun was keenly aware of this word. He asked Zhou Mo, but his eyes flickered to Zhu Xia, "Could it be Mr. Song from the capital?"

"Yes. It's the winner of the French winery last time." Zhou Mo said, "Mr. Song Chengyu."

After knowing the relationship between Zhou Mo and Shang Xun, Zhu Xia vaguely understood who leaked the news.

Now her guess has been confirmed.

There is no way Song Chengyu would tell Shang Xun that my fiancée's name is Zhu Xia for no reason.

"Since Sumer has an appointment with someone else, we won't bother you." Shang Xun glanced at the dining table with a contemptuous look, his tone meaningful, "Caprice is the most beautiful Michelin restaurant in Hong Kong. It has a panoramic view of the beautiful Victoria Harbour. It is a rare place for dating..."

At this time, the neatly dressed manager came over and bowed respectfully: "Sorry to bother you. Is this Miss Zhu Xiazhu?"

Zhu Xia was listening to Shang Xun's popular science explanation. She was stunned for a second before nodding: "It's me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Your husband has asked you to go directly to the private room when you arrive," said the manager.

Zhu Xia: “……?”

You sir?

When did she get a husband? How come she didn’t know?

Zhou Mo and Shang Xun understood.

It was Song Chengyu, she was indeed Song Chengyu's fiancée.

Shang Xun looked at Zhu Xia with a smile and said, "We're going to have dinner too. See you later, Sumer." After that, he hugged Zhou Mo and left in a graceful manner.

Zhu Xia waved her hand, and when she took out her bag, she saw the concert tickets on the table. After thinking for two seconds, she put the tickets into her bag.

She followed the restaurant manager to the private room, which was a square and elegant room with half a window, offering a great view of Victoria Harbour.

There are very few elegant rooms in the restaurant, and you can’t book one just by having money. They are usually reserved for mysterious bigwigs in power.

Zhu Xia knew without hesitation that it was He Lianzhou who ordered it.

Although he is not in politics, there are many people around him who are in politics. Several powerful people admire him very much, and this appreciation has nothing to do with his family background.

For example, Chief Lu Qian, and even higher level ones...

Zhu Xia stopped thinking.

That memory was not a good one... Even though He Lianzhou pressed her into his arms and covered her ears at the first moment, she still clearly heard the gunshot.

But thanks to that memory, when she later encountered armed rioters in the United States, she was able to remain calm and methodically rescue the patients.

Caprice is a French restaurant. The chef knocked on the door and came over to ask about the ingredients and dietary taboos.

Zhu Xia told him about her and He Lianzhou's dietary restrictions, randomly selected a few ingredients for the chef to cook, and ordered two signature dishes.

The restaurant has a complete range of wines. Zhu Xia ordered the super red wine Musigny Grand Cru for He Lianzhou and the sweet wine Chateaud' Yquem for herself.

The raindrops fell on the clean windows like pearls falling off a string. After ordering the food, Zhu Xia rested his chin on one hand and looked out at the misty Victoria Harbour.

A new message popped up on the phone screen.

WhatsApp, new contacts.

Zhou Mo: "Zhu Xia, I am Zhou Mo."

Zhou Mo: "I'm sorry, I let it slip just now. You probably don't want your relationship to be exposed before Mr. Song makes it public. I apologize to you."

Zhou Mo: "But don't worry, Mr. Shang is not a talkative person, he won't spread it casually."

Zhu Xia finished reading and was about to type a reply when the door of the private room suddenly opened from the outside.

She turned off the screen and put down her phone.

Zhu Xia turned to look at the man walking steadily, "You're here. I've already ordered the food, it should be served soon."

He Lianzhou nodded and slowly took off his suit jacket. The waiter took it and hung it on the rack at the door.

Zhu Xia watched him sit down and wipe his hands elegantly with the wet towel on the plate.

She told him everything she ordered and said, "I ordered according to my impression, and he can order any other dishes he wants."

He Lianzhou didn't take the menu. He just raised his eyelids to look at her and said, "My taste hasn't changed."

The manager brought the waiter to serve the dishes. Zhu Xia gestured to give the red wine to He Lianzhou, as she wanted sweet wine.

Zhu Xia concentrated on eating French foie gras and sipping a small sip of wine. It was sweet and refreshing, and the alcohol content was not high. She picked up the wine glass and said softly, "Thank you."

He Lianzhou raised his glass and clinked it with hers, but asked, "What are you thanking me for?"