Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

He Kaiqing and Sun Wenxi walked into the department store and went to the men's clothing section on the second floor.

There were a variety of men's clothing on the shelves. He Kaiqing chose an indigo vest with notched lapels, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wenxi, how about this one?"

"The style is very good." Sun Wenxi nodded, "Indigo will not be too rigid, but also stable. It is an elegant gentleman in daily wear."

The salesperson greeted enthusiastically: "There is a full-length mirror on the side. If you don't mind, sir, you can try it."

Sun Wenxi put the vest over the shirt, which fit perfectly.

The salesperson said with a smile: "This is a standard size. Mr. has a very good figure. This vest is very attractive. Customers who try it on in the past are always too tight or too fat. It is rare to see such a fit as Mr. Wang."

The salesperson thought it was a vest chosen for Sun Wenxi.

Sun Wenxi's unbuttoned hand stopped: "I remember that the two young masters of the He family are shorter than me. In this way, wouldn't the clothes look generous when worn on them?"

He Kaiqing asked the salesperson in embarrassment: "Do you have a smaller size?"

The salesperson shook his head and said, "Vests are made according to the size of the standard body. If you want a smaller size, you'd better go to a tailor to order it. It will fit you best."

After such a toss, He Kaiqing lost the mood to go shopping, and the two sat down on the rest bench in the building.

"Is everything okay at home?" Sun Wenxi asked.

"It's okay." He Kaiqing gently tugged at the handkerchief in his hand, "Eldest brother's body hasn't improved, but it hasn't deteriorated any further. He just took a few medicines. As for the second brother, he adopted a child. That kid is wonderful…”

He Kaiqing looked at Sun Wenxi in a blink of an eye, saw the glistening beads of sweat on his forehead, and quickly took a handkerchief to wipe it off for him, but Sun Wenxi subconsciously avoided it.

Both of them were stunned, He Kaiqing's hand was barely in the air, and then quickly retracted.

"Brother Wenxi, I..." He Kaiqing said softly, "Since the first time I saw you, my heart has been hard to calm down..."

"Miss He." Sun Wenxi pointed at the vest just now, seemingly unintentionally, "No matter how beautiful the dress is, if it doesn't fit, it won't suit you, and the same goes for people."

"But what if I really want that dress?" He Kaiqing asked persistently.

"There are tens of thousands of beautiful ready-made clothes in the world. I believe Miss He will be able to find the one that suits you best."

He Kaiqing is not stupid, so he naturally understood what Sun Wenxi said.

This is a clear rejection.

He Kaiqing has been the proud daughter of heaven since she was a child, and only others have always admired her.Sun Wenxi was the first man who made her fall in love, but she didn't expect that he got a bad start.

But she wasn't annoyed, knowing that she couldn't be a lover, she smiled frankly, leaned into Sun Wenxi's ear and whispered: "Then tell me, am I losing to a man or a woman?"

Sun Wenxi straightened the collar of his shirt: "I treat you as my younger sister, how can I win or lose?"

His eyes were so sincere that even the last trace of unwillingness disappeared in He Kaiqing's heart.

He Kaiqing's face was blushing, and she stretched out her hand to hit his arm: "With your mouth, if you really want to coax someone, you don't know how sweet it can be."

Sun Wenxi spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

When Xia's aunt saw Xia Jingsheng and Xia Jingrui returning home, she started yelling.

The big guy persuaded him for a long time before he stopped, and when they returned to the room, Aunt Xia spat at the closed door: "It's really a disaster, it will be bad if you meet him."

"Quickly tell me, how are you and Miss He's family?" After closing the door, Aunt Xia asked anxiously, "But it's done?"

"Hmph, how can people think of me? They're all focused on Young Master Sun." Xia Jingrui took out the camera angrily, "But I see, Young Master Sun is not warm to her. Now that something happened to the He family, The family situation is not as good as it used to be, Sun Shao is a new rich man, so he may not be able to look up to her."

Aunt Xia lowered her voice: "Xia Jingsheng and Young Master Sun really have an affair?"

Xia Jingrui thought for a moment, then shook his head: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that the two of them always stick together, I followed behind and took a lot of photos, there really isn't anything out of the ordinary."

Aunt Xia raised her handkerchief and said with a smile: "Even if there is, it will not be in front of you... You mean, many photos were taken? Then we simply..."

"What does mother mean to give these photos to the newspaper? But... they just got closer, and they can't explain anything."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. As long as it's reported in the newspaper, someone will take it seriously. When you turn around and let the master see it, you won't be angry. Once the master is angry, things will be easier to deal with in the future."

Xia Jingrui held the camera, nodded and said, "My son understands."

Two days later, the "Jiangcheng Daily" agency received an anonymous letter containing a stack of edited photos.

In the photo, Sun Wenxi and Xia Jingsheng climbed the mountain together, looking very intimate.The newspaper reporters were overjoyed, and it was another excellent piece of side news.

On this day, Xia Jingsheng received an invitation from the Jixiang Opera Troupe.Lan Chengyun's birthday is coming soon, and a special performance will be held at the Jixiang Opera Troupe on that day.

Not just anyone can go to this performance, you have to be a regular guest of the Jixiang Troupe to be invited.

When Xia Jingsheng arrived, there was a large circle of onlookers outside the Jixiang troupe.

Seeing Xia Jingsheng, he whispered: "I thought that Young Master Xia would never come again. He and Young Master Sun have had a heated fight recently, but I didn't expect that he still doesn't forget his old lover."

As soon as the words were finished, Sun Wenxi rushed over on a motorcycle, and as soon as he took off his helmet, he heard someone say: "Hey, why is Young Master Sun here? Could it be that he is here to catch a traitor?"

"What do you know? I heard from the troupe guy that Young Master Sun also booked a show to listen to Boss Lan's play."

"Hey, this is new. Could it be that Young Master Xia and Young Master Sun are not lovers, but rivals in love."

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no reason why a rival in love is so intimate."

Everyone insisted on their own opinions and couldn't agree on what to do.

Sun Wenxi pretended not to hear it at all, and walked in with strides.The class leader smiled and led Sun Wenxi to the side of the seat: "Young Master Sun, this is your seat. Look, the view from the front row is excellent."

Sun Wenxi nodded, looked around, and happened to meet Xia Jingsheng's gaze.

Although Xia Jingsheng was also seated in the front row, the two were on the left and the right, with several chairs between them.

"This seat is not well arranged. I am familiar with Jing Sheng, why is this seat so distant?" Sun Wenxi laughed.

"Oh, look, the people below are ignorant, so I'll switch positions immediately." The class leader smiled apologetically.

So, Sun Xia and Sun Xia were sitting next to each other again, Xia Jingsheng drank the Yuqian Longjing, frowned and said, "Why are you sitting together?"

"It's interesting to listen to the opera with you. I have never understood this southern opera very well. With you by my side, I can understand." Sun Wenxi imitated his appearance and took a sip from his teacup.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at him, but said nothing.

Guests entered the arena one after another, and suddenly a person sat beside Sun Wenxi.

"Sun Shao, don't come here without any harm." The man said.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his attire was incompatible with the atmosphere of the troupe.

But his demeanor doesn't match the suit at all, even if he dresses up and down, it can't cover up the sinister and hostile look between his brows.

Sun Wenxi said coldly: "Song Hui, what are you doing in Jiangcheng?"

Xia Jingsheng was slightly taken aback.

He could hear the vigilance and indifference in Sun Wenxi's words. Sun Wenxi was always polite in his dealings with others, and he rarely showed such obvious disgust.

Involuntarily, Xia Jingsheng took a second look at Song Hui.

Song Hui shaved his head bald, with a bowler hat wrapped around his forehead, and his attire was rather nondescript.

As soon as he spoke, his voice was like metal rubbing against each other, and there was malice in the hoarseness: "You are allowed to come to Jiangcheng for business, but I am not allowed?"

"I've heard that you are still popular in Jiangcheng, and you are so happy every day. No, you are all the actors."

As soon as Song Hui finished speaking, the curtain on the stage was slowly opened, and Lan Chengyun stepped onto the stage.

The pink flower-weaving costume set off his exquisite figure, and his gestures were graceful.

Today's episode of "The Story of the Jade Hairpin·Qin Tiao" tells the story between the talented Pan Bi and the nun Chen Miaochang. On the stage, Lan Chengyun and Feng Baoer sang together.

When Sun Wenxi saw the flirtatious eye contact between the two, he didn't care as much as he did back then, but he felt that the two were "boys" and "female" in appearance, they were really a couple.

After the song was sung, everyone applauded.Lan Chengyun was about to take a curtain call and change his clothes when he suddenly heard Song Hui shouting from the audience: "Boss Lan has a wonderful singing voice, I don't know what kind of ecstasy it must be to sing "Eighteen Touches"."

"Eighteen Touches" is not a serious opera, it's just a erotic ditty sung by sisters in that down-and-out kiln, which is hard to be elegant.

"I will reward you with money, so you can sing a song for me!" Song Hui raised his hand, and a whole bag of gold bars fell on the stage, making a muffled sound.

Even though Lan Chengyun's face was covered with thick powder, he still blushed with anger.

"Please respect yourself, Mr. Lan Chengyun." Rarely was Lan Chengyun so angry, his voice trembled.

"Fah, there's a big difference between an opera singer and a kiln sister. During the day, one mouth is used to sing songs, but at night, one mouth is used to serve. Who can show the appearance of being chaste and nine-strength?" Woolen cloth!"

Sun Wenxi looked at Song Hui coldly with a pair of eyes: "Clean up your mouth!"

"Hey, what's the matter, Young Master Sun's heart hurts? Is it right? Is Boss Lan really serving you like this at night?... Ouch!"

Hearing a scream, Song Hui's face was tilted to one side, the eye sockets were darkened, and Sun Wenxi punched him hard.

"Sun Wenxi, you dare to hit me?!" Song Hui was furious, and threw his fist at Sun Wenxi.

But he was stopped by Sun Wenxi.

Song Hui couldn't bear such a disadvantage, he quickly stood up and put on a stance, but Sun Wenxi completely blocked the vicious punch.

Song Hui, who seemed to have the upper hand, was beaten to the ground, but Sun Wenxi, who tried to evade his sharpness, was still standing firmly, with no disorder in his steps.

It was immediately obvious whether the skill was superior or inferior, and the guests who looked around applauded one after another.

Song Hui got up from the ground in embarrassment, fixed his eyes on Sun Wenxi: "Let's wait and see!"