A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Zhuang Shijue was stunned for a moment, then glanced sideways. What did this mean?

After a long while, seeing no one get up, Zhuang Shijue got up speechlessly and strode over with his strong legs.

The second master stood tall and imposing beside the girl on the ground, his hands in his pockets, his gaze subtly observing the unconscious girl.

The little guy has quite a stubborn temper. He drank so much; he could have easily gotten her drunk. Does he really want to cut ties with her like that?

Zhuang Shijue stood there for a long time, but before she could get up on her own, he didn't even offer to help her up. He simply turned around and left the room.

However, the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up slightly; the cat-and-mouse game was quite amusing.

Yes, he did say he'd have dinner with me, and if I behaved well, the matter would be over. But now, I've changed my mind.

He hadn't originally intended to disturb her life; her world was too pure, and he felt reeking of money whenever he got close. But today, he changed his mind. It would be unreasonable to make a special trip to Kyoto and do nothing.

Zhuang Shijue originally intended to make her give up, which is why he poured so much wine into her drink. However, he didn't expect this girl to be so stubborn, refusing to back down even when she was drunk.

After leaving the room, Zhuang Shijue called Liang Yi, said a few words, and then hung up. He then strode into the elevator with a cold and fierce aura.

Not long after, Liang Yi arrived and took Tan Xiao, who was drunk and passed out in the private room, to the hospital.

Forty minutes later, Liang Yi returned to report, standing respectfully in the suite.

This is another high-end hotel suite in Kyoto, where Zhuang Shijue stayed a few days after arriving in Kyoto.

One of Zhuang Shijue's purposes in coming to Kyoto was to find that girl; he, Zhuang Shijue, never had the habit of owing anyone anything. Besides, the main reason was company business; he needed to thoroughly understand the company he would be working with long-term. He never fought an unprepared battle—it was his habit. No matter how much detailed information his subordinates provided, he would personally visit the site before making a decision on anything he was about to delegate.

Despite his seemingly uneducated and seemingly easy-going nature, Second Master only trusts himself when it comes to business.

Liang Yi stood to the side, reporting on the companies that had made an appearance that day, stating the important points in a rigid manner.

Zhuang Shijue, seemingly oblivious to how much he had taken in, suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question after Liang Yi finished speaking:

"Is she alright?"

Who?

Liang Yi couldn't think of anyone at first glance. Apart from his third wife, Master Zhuang had never taken the initiative to care about anyone else, so this question, which seemed to come out of nowhere, was really baffling.

Zhuang Shijue tapped his well-defined index finger lightly on the armrest of the sofa, one slow, rhythmic tap after another. His eyes were unreadable, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Receiving no response, she slightly raised her eyes and said again, "That grumpy little thing."

"Miss Tan? Don't worry, sir, she's already been taken to the hospital." Liang Yi immediately breathed a sigh of relief and responded.

Zhuang Shijue nodded and waved for the others to leave first.

During this May Day holiday, Tan Xiao spent almost all her time dealing with that inexplicable disaster, which was incredibly upsetting.

I rode my bicycle from Tangpu, sweating profusely, towards downtown Kyoto. On the bicycle seat were a basket of small potted plants and a tightly wrapped bunch of champagne roses.

There was no other way; her mother was sick, so the job had to fall to her. She couldn't drive a truck, so she had to ride her bicycle for an hour every morning to Tangpuzi in the eastern suburbs to pick up goods, making two or three round trips to finish her daily orders.

So the reason she hitched a ride with Zhuang Shijue that day was partly because she was scared, and partly because she was in a hurry.

She saw it too, how much damage was there? Not even a centimeter, but she was stopped by that stern-faced second master.

You say she had a bad attitude? What was wrong with her attitude? If you put him in her shoes and let him do the job, would he be so good-tempered?

Tan Xiao parked her bicycle in front of a flower shop. The petite woman unloaded the basket from the back of the bicycle and then took the flowers tied to the front. Immediately afterward, a clear female voice called out:

"Boss, I've delivered today's flowers. Could someone come out and count them?"

"Just come."

The person inside responded, and soon the sliding glass door opened, revealing the proprietress with a list in her hand. "Number three requested twenty potted plants at fifteen yuan each, right? And eighty roses..."

After counting them one by one, the woman opened the package of champagne roses. They were very fresh, without a single withered leaf. The leaves were also clean, without any creases from being squeezed.

"Very good, much better than what your mother sent. This kind of product sells well." The proprietress praised generously.

Tan Xiao's mother was delivering goods, and probably because she was driving a small truck, there was bound to be some cramming when there were a lot of items inside. Potted plants were fine, as they had fixed spaces, but delicate flowers like roses, which were wrapped up, were a bit cramped. Driving from the suburbs into the city, there were bound to be some bumps along the way, and the leaves and flowers were easily squeezed out.

Seeing the expression on the proprietress's face, Tan Xiao knew it meant she was satisfied, so she quickly stepped forward and said:

"Auntie, my mom said we can settle the April payments today. Is now a convenient time for you?"

"Paying isn't out of the question, but Xiaoxiao, the flowers and leaves on the deliveries your mom sent a few months ago were all damaged. You should know that customers who buy flowers are picky. Because of your mom's mistakes, our business has been greatly affected. You probably know that too, we've talked to your mom about it many times, but she still delivers them like that..." The shopkeeper had stopped smiling earlier, sighed, and prepared to argue with Tan Xiao.

Ultimately, they figured the delivery girl they'd been dealing with these past few days was just a little brat, someone easy to bully.

Tan Xiao quickly spoke up:

"But no matter what, my mother delivered the goods within the time you requested, and you signed for them each time." Sniffling, she continued:

“Auntie, you can’t just say this to me because my mother isn’t here. My mother works so hard every day to support my schooling, and she’s already fallen ill from exhaustion. I need to go to the hospital to pay for my mother’s medical expenses right away. Auntie, please have pity on my mother and me, a widow and orphan, and give me the money.”

As Tan Xiao spoke, she wiped her eyes, tears welling up but not rolling down her cheeks; her eyes, however, were truly red.

The proprietress looked at this pretty young girl and felt quite sorry for her. She knew that Tan Susu was raising a child alone. Raising a child these days is so difficult! Even though they were from Kyoto, they struggled to make ends meet, let alone single women who had to work hard to earn a living.

Alright, let's settle the wages then.

He gave the money somewhat reluctantly, and quite a bit of it ended up in Tan Xiao's hands.