Chapter 15 What did she do? ...

The rain in Jiangnan fell without warning, hazily covering the entire garden.

Lu Qianning was holding an umbrella, waiting at the end of the corridor, waiting for Zhuang Youkai to come out and handed it to him, trying to cover him.

Zhuang Youkai was tall, and the height difference made it difficult for the old man, so he simply lowered his head slightly and reached out to take the umbrella, "Have you told Zhao Manzhi the departure time?"

"I was just about to tell you this." Lu Qianning caught up with him, "Ms. Zhao has something to do, she will go back later."

The man in front of him paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, "Okay."

"What don't you want to ask?"

"It's her private time, why should I ask so many questions."

Lu Qianning sizing up his expression and curled his eyes, "For example, caring about your subordinates?"

"..." Zhuang Youkai was silent, "Uncle Ning, you talk too much today."

"Hey, I was wrong."

The two walked around the lobby and entered the elevator. A line of staff in Chinese uniforms passed by and respectfully called out "Hello, Mr. Zhuang."

The elevator door closed slowly, and Zhuang Youkai drooped his eyelashes, casting a fine shadow, "I still remember that the employee uniforms were designed by Brother Lin."

Speaking of old friends, Lu Qianning couldn't help but sigh, "Master A Lin is actually more talented in art. He liked to paint when he was a child. If he was allowed to study further, he might be a famous artist with a painting worth thousands of gold now."

His words caused a chuckle from the people beside him, "With the name of the Zhuang family, I'm afraid it's more than that."

The surname Zhuang has trapped too many people. It used to be Zhuang Youlin, and now it's Zhuang Youkai. They succeeded here, and so did they fail.

Zhuang Youlin was sensible very early, and studied the courses of successors step by step. After graduating from Harvard in advance, he entered the group to start training. During the years when Zhuang Zhaocheng favored Chen Peishan, he was the one who blocked the most wind and rain for his younger brother and sister.

The brother who was always gentle and reliable grew into a wall in Zhuang Youkai's heart, protecting his freedom to pursue his dreams and becoming his backer for his willful will.

The summer in London that year was particularly bleak. Zhuang Peiying came from afar, her eyes were red, and she looked extremely haggard in a black dress. Zhuang Youkai remembered her pale and trembling lips opening and closing, and her voice was as distant as the gospel of heaven -

"Brother Lin is gone, it was a car accident."

"They said it was an accident, but I don't believe it! Chen Peishan, it must be Chen Peishan!"

Zhuang Peiying shook his shoulders like crazy, "Mom died because of her, and now she is reaching out to my eldest brother. Ah Kai, grandpa can't help us for a lifetime. Only you can take back what belongs to us!"

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

It was obviously a memory from so many years ago, and when he looked back, Zhuang Youkai always felt a chill in his bones.

It seemed that the rain in London had been falling that year.

"Actually, Sister Ying is the most suitable heir."

She is smart, bold, and ambitious, but the old man is old-fashioned and afraid of losing the family business to others, so he refuses to let his granddaughter inherit.

Lu Qianning smiled and said, "You have done a good job."

Zhuang Youkai closed his eyes and leaned against the back seat, rubbing his eyebrows, "But I think she will do better than me."

The final destination of the daughter of the Zhuang family is to marry, sacrificing the freedom of the second half of her life and paying tribute to marriage in exchange for higher interests. Even an excellent person like Zhuang Peiying cannot escape such a fate.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the black car broke through the continuous rain curtain like a cold light, and soon turned onto the main road.

He is always particularly depressed at this time of year. This day that cannot be mentioned is the anniversary of Zhuang Youlin's death.

The sound of the rain was isolated outside, and the melodious cello sound flowed out from the car's speakers. Zhuang Youkai turned his head to look at the window glass, and the water droplets retreated one after another, leaving mottled water marks, as if those were moments that he could never touch or catch again.

After days of restless work to solve the public relations crisis and dealing with so many customers, Lu Qianning almost thought that he was tired and fell asleep in the back seat. He

turned up the air conditioner little by little, fearing that the young master would catch a cold. He had just set the temperature when he suddenly heard "Uncle Ning" from the back seat.

"You are not asleep? I said to adjust the temperature."

Zhuang Youkai did not answer him, "Zhao Manzhi told you today what she did?"

"Oh, Miss Zhao, she said she was going to the old city to find a master to cut cheongsams. I don't know if she found a place in such heavy rain..."

Before Lu Qianning finished speaking, his voice was interrupted by Zhuang Youkai.

"Stop the car."

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The weather is so changeable!

In the bitter wind and rain, Zhao Manzhi's small parasol was almost blown out of shape. Before she came out, she looked at the weather forecast and saw only light rain, thinking that this umbrella was enough for the task, but she didn't expect the rain to be so severe that it was almost impossible to move.

She resigned herself to hiding under the bus stop, wiped the wet hair and skirt, and then wiped the water droplets on her phone. On the screen, the taxi app clearly displayed "The driver will arrive in fifteen minutes", and the route was so red that it was shocking. There was a high probability that she would have to wait longer. 

Zhao Manzhi wore a light-colored chiffon skirt today. The bias-cut skirt fell to the middle of her calves. The light fabric that was originally as light as a fairy was now drooping and sticking to her calves because it was soaked in sewage, making her look miserable. 

I vaguely remember that this was caused by a car speeding past when she walked around the corner and splashing mud and water. 

Really poor quality. 

She frowned and repeatedly wiped the dots of mud and dirt. When she found that there was no way to wipe it off, she sighed in frustration. 

It is obviously difficult to ask others to be civilized. Next time it rains, I can only try to walk on the inside of the sidewalk. 

In the rain, the city is still bustling with traffic, merging into a long river of red car taillights, winding to the endless distance. Zhao Manzhi threw away the tissue and walked to the side of the road to look around, wanting to see if there was a passing taxi to take, but as you can imagine, in this kind of weather, it would be counterproductive. 

At this moment, the phone rang. It was Sucheng's number. She answered it quickly. 

"Hey girl, is the location you located at Xujia Nongkou? Why can't I see it?" 

She looked up at the bus stop next to her, "Yes, it's Xujia Nongkou. I'm standing at the bus stop." 

"Bus stop?" 

"Yes!" 

A black car approached slowly with emergency lights on. Zhao Manzhi waved desperately as if she was clinging to a life-saving straw, "I saw you!" 

"Why didn't I see you, girl?" 

"Your car is black, right? I'm waving, do you see me?" 

"Black? No." 

"Ah?" 

Zhao Manzhi was stunned, but the black car did stop in front of her again. She was in a hurry and didn't see it clearly just now. When she looked again, her hair stood on end. 

The outline of the man in the back seat was vaguely visible on the dark glass. She only needed to see him to recognize his identity. 

Zhao Manzhi held her breath and didn't even bother to listen to the driver's complaints on the other end of the phone. 

"Hey girl, you mean the bus stop at Xujia Nongkou? You're on the opposite side. It's too far to turn around."

The car window was lowered little by little, and she was defenseless and exposed her embarrassment. Her indifferent eyes looked over, and the sound of the rain was also blocked out. She could only hear her own heartbeat.

"Hello? I can't run away from your order. Change the driver. I canceled it." The online taxi driver on the other end was still noisy, "Can you hear me, girl? Hello?"

"I heard it, I heard it. Please cancel it." Zhao Manzhi hung up the phone in a hurry, and her breathing rhythm was also disordered. She looked at Zhuang Youkai in the car, "...What a coincidence."

He looked away and said coldly, "Get in the car."

"But-" "

The rain is coming in."

"...Oh."

Zhao Manzhi hesitated for a moment, but still opened the back door. There was a little water mark where the car window was opened just now. She lowered her eyes and wiped it away. In comparison, her body was more thoroughly wet than this.

I don't know why this young master in front of me was afraid of getting the rain wet in the car, but was willing to give her a ride when she was soaked.

She was afraid of causing trouble for him, so she rolled up her skirt and put it on her knees, and took out a tissue to wipe herself again. She didn't notice the man beside her who was looking out the window, and her throat rolled uncontrollably.

He knew Zhao Manzhi was beautiful. She had been wearing a dress at the banquet before, which was enough to show her advantages of fair skin, beautiful face, white teeth and bright eyes. But why did he still feel an inexplicable tremor in his heart when he saw her in the rain just now?

It turns out that there are people who can be breathtakingly beautiful even if they are as plain as lotus flowers emerging from water.

After Zhao Manzhi finished packing, she raised her eyes cautiously, looked at Zhuang Youkai, then looked at the silent Uncle Ning, and asked softly, "Uncle Ning, can you please take me to the subway station? I checked the navigation and it's just a few hundred meters ahead."

Lu Qianning was about to say something, but heard Zhuang Youkai say, "Where is the cheongsam master you are looking for? I'll take you there."

She paused, "It's in the old city. It's quite troublesome to get there. I can just take the subway."

Lu Qianning was in a dilemma, "Who should I listen to?"

"Where is the store?" Zhuang Youkai repeated, "There is a fork in the road ahead. If you don't tell me, you will miss it."

Zhao Manzhi couldn't persuade him, so she told him an address. Sure enough, Lu Qianning turned the steering wheel and turned to the right.

"There is a woolen shawl behind your seat. Take it yourself."

She looked back in surprise, but saw Zhuang Youkai closing his eyes and resting, leaning on the neck pillow in a lazy and calm posture.

Zhao Manzhi said nothing. She found a woolen shawl and wrapped it around herself. She was wrapped up all over. Her damp body was soon covered by dryness. A familiar aroma came up, and the first thing that entered her nose was still the pungent smell of tobacco.

It was not the first time that she was in the same space with her boss, but Zhao Manzhi still felt nervous.

When he was silent, he had an oppressive feeling as if the mountains and seas were overturning. Especially after closing his eyes, the last bit of softness on his appearance was hidden deep, leaving only unspeakable coldness.

He seemed to be keeping people at a distance, but he showed his concern in subtle ways without leaving any trace.

She lowered her head and buried her face in it little by little, and curled the corners of her lips inadvertently.