Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Song Chengyu looked at her and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival Charity Gala. Just follow me, and don't do any other socializing."

Zhu Xia had no objection: "Okay."

The car drove out of the old house of the Song family. Zhu Xia's long hair had been straightened after various treatments today and was now very smooth. She ran her five fingers through her hair and took out her mobile phone with her other hand to play with it.

When I saw the news, I thought of You Feng and wondered how his investigation was going.

Zhu Xia: "Crazy, if you encounter any obstacles, remember to tell me."

You Feng responded quickly: "If I really bump into him, I'll kick him away. You won't be needed."

Zhu Xia joked with him with interest: "Okay, I know you are the Foshan Shadowless Kick."

You Feng: "Did you send me mooncakes after you got home?"

His tone was arrogant and self-righteous. Zhu Xia was used to it and replied, "Guess."

While chatting, the car drove into the star-rated hotel and parked steadily at the door. Immediately, a doorman in black and white business attire came up to open the door for them.

Zhu Xia wore high heels today. Although the heels were not very high, she rarely wore them, so her pace was not fast. She took two steps, and Song Chengyu put her hand on his arm.

This was not Zhu Xia's first time attending a banquet, and she understood the etiquette between men and women, but she still subconsciously wanted to pull away. However, Song Chengyu's hand stopped her movement.

"Xia Xia, we're getting engaged at the end of the year, you should get used to it in advance."

His voice was gentle enough to induce indulgence, and coupled with the special treatment given to only this one person, it should have been irresistible.

Out of courtesy, Zhu Xia calmly held his arm.

Inside the banquet hall, there were elegant ladies, melodious music, a gorgeous white chandelier hanging overhead, and vivid murals and paintings on the walls.

In order to fit the concept of charity, the decoration and layout of the banquet were kept as low-key and simple as possible, but the organizers took into account that the people present were basically powerful bigwigs, so the venue had to match their status and could not be shabby. Therefore, everything in the banquet hall was magnificent.

As soon as Zhu Xiafu entered the room, he noticed several pairs of eyes looking at him. The men and women in gorgeous dresses were all big shots from the upper class, and Zhu Xia knew that they were not looking at him because of their looks.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked over quickly, bowed his head and greeted: "Mr. Song."

Their flattery was not superficial, but they both knew it.

The waiter brought champagne. Zhu Xia pulled out his arm, reached out to take two glasses, gave one to Song Chengyu and kept one for himself.

She took a sip of wine, and the conversation around her ears stopped. Zhu Xia turned her head, and a few strands of long hair floated in front of her. She raised her hand to brush them over, wanting to touch the hair tie to tie up her hair, but her wrist touched nothing.

Seeing this, Song Chengyu gave her the Buddhist beads he carried with him. The string that connected the Buddhist beads was an elastic rubber band that could be used to tie hair.

Zhu Xia did not refuse. She turned around and took advantage of a blind spot to neatly tie up her silky black hair.

She turned around and saw two familiar figures walking towards her.

Song Chengyu’s friends, Huo Xijin from the Huo family and Pei Jue from the Pei family.

The little girl didn't like socializing, so Song Chengyu smiled helplessly and said, "If you want to go shopping, go ahead."

Zhu Xia's eyes curved slightly, and she smiled rarely, "Sometimes I feel like you're a third brother, and sometimes I feel like you're just a considerate passerby."

Song Chengyu: "Now I am the second type?"

"For now," Zhu Xia said.

Huo Xijin held the wine glass in one hand and walked gracefully to Song Chengyu, staring at the beautiful figure thoughtfully:

"That beauty doesn't look like Li Xuan..."

"It's definitely not Li Xuan." Pei Jue described casually, with an elegant tone, "She is Zhu Xia, the future Mrs. Song."

Huo Xijin was surprised, turned to look at Song Chengyu, and asked jokingly, "Did they change people?"

Song Chengyu glanced at him coldly, and Huo Xijin didn't understand.

Pei Jue explained: "There has only been one Mrs. Song from beginning to end, and that is Zhu Xia."

Huo Xijin suddenly understood.

Even if Song Chengyu helped Li Xuan solve the problem of her scumbag ex and provided her with all kinds of resources to make her a top model, it was just for fun. Men always have to settle down and start a family, especially them, they will always find someone of equal status to marry.

Zhu Xia had no idea what they were discussing. She looked around the banquet hall and chose to sit at a relatively quiet table.

"Miss Zhu?" A sweet female voice sounded in my ears.

Zhu Xia looked in the direction of the voice and unexpectedly saw two familiar people.

He Chuyin was wearing a lace woven skirt with a beaded diamond totem, with dense textures interwoven, dreamy and dancing like a hazy fairyland. Next to her was Ling Wei, who was wearing a new Chinese style fishtail gauze.

Zhu Xia stood up politely and nodded to them:

"Miss He, Joice."

Ling Wei smiled and said, "Miss Zhu."

"Do you know each other?" He Chuyin looked surprised.

It is difficult to guess what Miss Zhu and Mr. He are thinking.

Ling Wei wasn't sure whether they wanted He Chuyin to know that Miss Zhu lived in Mr. He's villa, so she could only choose to look at Zhu Xia with a smile.

Zhu Xia saw Ling Wei's embarrassment and said evasively, "I saw her in the harbor."

"Yes." Ling Wei agreed.

He Chuyin asked Zhu Xia: "Joice and I are in Beijing for a two-day business trip, what about you?"

"I'm from Beijing and came back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhu Xia said concisely.

"The charity gala tonight is hosted by the Song family. Miss Chu Yin has taken a fancy to a model from the Song Group and has come here specifically to see if she matches the style and philosophy of our brand." Ling Wei got He Chu Yin's permission and told Zhu Xia which brand it was. Zhu Xia knew about this top luxury brand but didn't find out that it had been acquired by the He family.

He Chuyin said at the right time: "The model's name is Li Xuan, does Miss Zhu know her?"

Zhu Xia is also from Beijing, so he might know more about Li Xuan.

However, Zhu Xia shook his head: "Professional issues should still be investigated by you professionals."

Ling Wei gently patted He Chuyin's arm and motioned her to look in a certain direction: "Ms. Chuyin, Li Xuan."

In the distance, the graceful Li Xuan in a red velvet dress was walking towards them. Red Rose stopped and spoke politely, "Boss Chu Yin, Secretary Ling."

She looked at Zhu Xia, thinking that Zhu Xia was also an employee of their group, and showed just the right amount of doubt: "Who is this?"

Without Zhu Xia's permission, He Chuyin and Ling Wei would certainly not be able to introduce Li Xuan. So, Zhu Xia said calmly:

"Zhu Xia. Hello, Miss Li."

When Li Xuan heard this, the smile on her pretty face froze for a moment. The other three were all good at observing people's expressions and did not miss anything strange about Li Xuan.

Li Xuan smiled to ease the embarrassment: "Ms. Zhu's appearance is stunning. I was stunned for a moment."

He Chuyin and Ling Wei looked at Zhu Xia together and nodded in agreement.

Li Xuan stared at Zhu Xia's thick hair for a few seconds and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, what do you use to tie your hair?"