Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Seven years ago, Zhu Xia had a disagreement with Song Chengyu and went to London alone, where she met You Feng who was planning to open a bar.

You Feng is a Chinese, old money from London, and speaks fluent Mandarin. The two discussed for half an hour and immediately hit it off to start a business together.

Pubs are important social venues in the UK.

They opened a Chinese-Western fusion bar at the intersection of a busy commercial street.

The bar business opened by the two Chinese people gradually became popular and became famous.

Zhu Xia plays guitar and sings in the bar whenever he has time, alternating between Chinese and English songs.

Two days before Halloween, she finished playing an English song, put down her guitar, walked to the bar and asked You Feng: "Is anyone booking the place today?"

You Feng squinted at her, "You don't know?"

"If you knew, I wouldn't ask you."

Zhu Xia sat down at the bar.

You Feng handed her the prepared cocktail, raised his chin to the left, and said lazily:

"Shang Xun has reserved the entire venue to welcome a mysterious person. All the guests are authoritative and noble young masters and princesses."

Shang Xun, the prince of Aocheng, is You Feng's classmate. Zhu Xia knows him and has a grudge against him.

She shrugged, took a sip of wine, and turned her head to explore the direction You Feng pointed.

The bar's interior furnishings and decorations are subtle, low-key and elegant, and the light from the rotating colored lights occasionally sweeps over men and women in luxurious clothes.

Their star is...

Zhu Xia looked carefully and saw He Lianzhou for the first time.

The young man was wearing a black windbreaker made of expensive fabric. He sat with his long legs crossed. His tall and outstanding figure gave off an aura that no mortal could approach him.

Mottled light and shadows sprinkled all over him, swirling and flowing like waves.

Zhu Xia saw his appearance clearly at that moment. He had a distinct jaw, handsome features, and a dark and unclear expression, like the unfathomable deep sea.

Opposite him was a delicate and elegant British girl with golden wavy hair, a black deep V long skirt and a British hat. She had a light blush on her cheekbones and looked a little tipsy. She tried to talk to him, but before she could get close, she was intercepted by others with a smile.

He Lianzhou didn't even raise his eyelids.

"I'm going to the back to smoke a cigarette." You Feng's voice rang out.

Zhu Xia turned back: "Yeah."

She went into the bar and prepared to study how to mix drinks.

He was concentrating on his work, and his perfectly slender fingers tapped the bar twice, neither lightly nor heavily.

Zhu Xia slowly raised her head and unexpectedly met He Lianzhou's cold gaze.

She never hesitates to show her appreciation for good-looking people. When an aggressively handsome face appeared before her, she took it calmly and asked the other person what he needed.

"Chocolate."

He speaks English with a British accent, with clear pronunciation, a low, mellow and crisp tone, which is the standard accent of the British upper class.

How odd to come to a pub and ask for chocolate.

But Zhu Xia happened to have some, so she said "wait a moment" in English, and fumbled out a small paper bag of chocolates she bought at the dry food store and handed it to him.

Zhu Xia didn't mention the price, she pushed the newly mixed wine in front of him.

"Help us test a new product, and we'll give you some free chocolate."

He Lianzhou's deep gaze was fixed on her face, as if he was observing her, as if he was exploring her, with an insight that could penetrate people's hearts.

Zhu Xia looked at him neither humbly nor arrogantly, tilted his head slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips to show his friendliness to the customer.

At that time, Zhu Xia looked at He Lianzhou with cold eyes and never imagined that she would later be entangled naked with him in the silent and dark night.

He let her know that a person with a cold soul can also have a hot body.

After a long silence, her cell phone rang and she had to leave.

"It's okay if you don't participate in store activities."

Zhu Xia took back the wine glass, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

The new product tastes too bad... She suppressed her bitterness and told him the price very quickly.

He Lianzhou paid generously and gave generous tips.

Zhu Xia told the God of Wealth that he would give her a discount next time.

She took her bag and shouted to You Feng before leaving:

"Mad man, I'm leaving!"

You Feng put out his cigarette, pulled aside the curtain and came out. He could only see her back as she left and a few British pound notes stacked on the bar. The background pattern was the City of London.

The first encounter was fleeting, and we were just casual passers-by.

What really brought them together was a snowstorm half a month later.

The winter in London is very cold. Snow is as light as smoke and as white as silver, floating down from the sky.

At three o'clock in the morning, all the guests in the bar left. Zhu Xia, who was left alone, wiped his fingers with a hot towel, stood up and left the bar to close the door.

Before she reached the door, five burly foreign men walked in one after another.

Zhu Xia had seen the thick-browed man walking in front before. He was a notorious gangster in the neighborhood.

There are scoundrels in every country.

She asked calmly, "Would you like some wine?"

They ordered five kinds of wine, and Zhu Xia said, "Okay, please wait."

The five men put their hands in their pockets, looked around sharply, and finally found a spacious seat to sit down.

Zhu Xia was halfway through making the wine when a tall figure walked in through the door. She thought it was a gangster's friend, but she never expected to see He Lianzhou.

Although it was snowing hard outside, his body was not wet with any snow and he remained straight and elegant.

Perhaps it was because of the weather, Zhu Xia felt that his elegant and indifferent temperament was even frostier and colder than before.

He Lianzhou looked towards Zhu Xia, his thin lips slightly parted, his tone as calm as his steps.

He ordered a strong drink, vodka.

Zhu Xia was stunned for a moment, then said in a normal tone: "Please sit down first."

He Lianzhou nodded and sat between the five men and Zhu Xia.

Zhu Xia was quite calm and served the wine in an orderly manner according to the procedure.

The room was so quiet that the only sounds were the collision of ice and the flow of liquid.

Time passed by, and Zhu Xia walked over with a plate and wine.

At that moment, two of the five men sitting there stood up, walked towards He Lianzhou in an unfriendly manner, and passed by her.

Zhu Xia lowered her head and took out cups of wine. She seemed not to hear the sounds of fighting coming from the direction of He Lianzhou behind her.

Until the man who was sitting there showed a ferocious look on his face, clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the table, with a loud 'bang' sound.

The next second, a cold knife touched his fragile neck.

"Don't move!" Zhu Xia's English pronunciation is still standard.

Everyone looked at it.

She took out a sharp knife from somewhere and calmly put it against the man's neck.

The room suddenly became as quiet as an ancient tomb.

Outside, clusters of snowflakes rolled down from the sky, rustling like deathly notes.

Zhu Xia pressed down with his fingertips, and the blade stuck precisely on the carotid artery. He said softly, "Since you want to cause trouble, you might as well find someone to bury with you. I'm not afraid of death, are you?"

The man's body was as stiff as if petrified, and he tremblingly asked her to show mercy.

Zhu Xia raised his eyes and quickly looked around. The two burly men who had just caused trouble for He Lianzhou were already lying on the ground, hugging their knees and wailing in pain.

He Lianzhou glanced at her, walked over as if nothing had happened, and sat down next to her. Then, he calmly picked up the wine on the table and tasted it slowly.

He didn't watch the show, nor did he participate in it, like a transparent person.

But the sharpness and powerful aura he exudes cannot be ignored.

Being in power is a double-edged sword, which can make people feel fearful but also reassured.

Zhu Xia focused his gaze and negotiated with the leader of the five people.

"Leave this place alive or let the police collect your body."

"choose one."

As soon as she entered the room, she had been paying attention to the relationship between the five people. The other four were obviously afraid of the person under the knife.