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Feng Shizhen was wearing a half-worn beige shirt and skirt. Her delicate face had no makeup, and she still looked like the clean and refreshing female student she was when she first came to the interview. Mrs. Rong always felt that she was far more like Meng Qingzhi than Yu Zhihui. She has a proud character, a kind of confidence and calmness, which Yu Zhihui does not have. But why is Rong Dingkun willing to steal Yu Zhihui instead of taking another look at Feng Shizhen?
¡°Did he really regard Feng Shizhen as the woman who gave birth to his son, so he deliberately avoided suspicion?
"Madam?" Feng Shizhen called.
Mrs. Rong came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Please sit down. I have something to talk to Miss Feng today."
Feng Shizhen sat down upright.
The waiter brought the aged Pu'er. The aroma of tea overflowed, and in the mist of water, Mrs. Rong spoke slowly and said, "Miss Feng must know everything that happened at the dance a few days ago."
Feng Shizhen nodded slightly: "The aunts are all talking about it, it's hard not to hear it."
"The family has a lot of talk, and it's always hard to hide it." Mrs. Rong said, "But I heard that you were the one who took the master to the small salon. Does Miss Feng have anything to say?"
Feng Shizhen showed just the right amount of embarrassment and shyness, and said: "I originally wanted to find you, my wife, but you were dancing with Mr. Zhao at that time. It was not convenient for me to disturb you. The master happened to be nearby, so I told him. "
When Mrs. Rong heard Zhao Huaan¡¯s name, her eyes flickered and she said with a smile: ¡°So that¡¯s it.¡±
Feng Shizhen looked guilty: "Madam, it's all my fault. I didn't think too much at the time."
"Who would have thought of that?" Mrs. Rong snorted coldly. Even she herself was put in a different position.
The auntie added very considerately: "Miss Feng is probably not familiar with the rules of people like ours. If something like this happens in the future, just come to me and don't bother me."
"I understand." Feng Shizhen nodded obediently, "Madam, did I do something wrong?"
Mrs. Rong said calmly: "In a family like ours, human affairs are inevitably complicated. If anything happens in the future, just avoid it and ignore it."
Feng Shizhen agreed meekly.
Rong Jia got into a suit and went down the stairs, saying hello to Mrs. Rong.
"Do you want to go to the Chamber of Commerce?" Mrs. Rong asked. "Your second uncle from the Tang family sent a telegram saying that he planned to buy a house in Shanghai. He also heard that you were engaged. He was very happy. Your father planned to hold a family banquet at home. I am entertaining my second uncle, and I want you to bring Miss Du to show the elders."
"I know." Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen subconsciously. Feng Shizhen didn't even move his eyebrows, as if he was deaf, and stood calmly aside. Rong Jiashang's expression darkened and he strode away.
Looking at the back of her stepson as he went out and got into the car, Mrs. Rong said with emotion: "I feel that the eldest young master has become much calmer than before since he got engaged."
The aunt smiled and said: "So, a man will grow up only after he gets married. When Miss Du passes away and gives birth to a young master and a young lady, the eldest young master will understand your hard work for many years, madam, and will be more filial to you." ."
Mrs. Rong smiled noncommittally.
The weather is getting colder day by day, but luckily the heater is on in the big house, so I don¡¯t feel cold even wearing a single sweater. When he got up in the morning, Feng Shizhen put on his nightgown and stood at the window looking down.
The lanterns at the ball were picked off, the broken flowers were discarded, and the autumn colors in the courtyard were desolate. The leaves of the big ginkgo tree fell to pieces in an instant, and the bare branches swayed in the cold wind.
The gardener swept the fallen leaves in the wet and cold early morning dew. Rong Jiashang was wearing a sweatshirt, breathing white mist as he ran past him, his sweat reflecting the fine light in the dark morning. His heavy breathing became the only fresh breath of life in Rong Mansion in the morning.
The daylight is dim in winter, and the clock has already reached half past eight, but the inside of the Rong family's mansion is still as gloomy as evening.
Feng Shizhen held the test paper in his arms and pushed open the half-open door of the study room. Rong Jiashang, who was reading copybooks at the desk in front of the window, raised his head.
The study was fully heated, and he only wore a thin linen-white long coat. The bright light shines on his short hair and neat temples. His face is handsome and clear, and he looks particularly elegant and gentle.
Maybe it¡¯s because he¡¯s grown a year older, but Rong Jiashang has matured a lot overnight. The sharp-edged coldness and arrogance before has softened a lot, his expression has become gentle, and he talks and laughs elegantly and reservedly.
He is becoming more and more like Rong Dingkun.
This realization made Feng Shizhen feel nervous.
Although I know that this direction is inevitable, I still look at the sight that was as white as snow on the mountain.The young man is transforming into his gloomy and crooked father day by day, as if he is watching a bright pearl sink into the mud. That kind of heartache and regret, clawing at her heart like claws, made her unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, young master." Feng Shizhen nodded, "I just remembered that Fang Lin and the others have gone out and there will be no class today."
She turned around and left. Rong Jiashang's cold voice came from behind: "Can't we both be in the same room now?"
Feng Shizhen stopped, took a deep breath, and looked back.
Rong Jiashang smiled peacefully at her: "We are still friends, aren't we?"
Hashimoto Shiori gave him great inspiration. Indeed, although we cannot be lovers for a while, we can still be friends.
Once you become friends, you can still get along day and night. Who knows what will happen in the future?
Feng Shizhen¡¯s expression really softened.
"You want to see what I wrote?" Rong Jiashang said again.
Feng Shizhen stepped over uncontrollably with his feet and stood next to his shoulder. There was a very nice scent of tea coming from Rong Jiashang, which Feng Shizhen had never smelled before.
Rongjia changed a piece of rice paper and wrote in one breath: "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will be hung directly to help the sea."
"Okay!" Feng Shizhen cheered softly.
The words on Rong Jia's name are powerful, firm and straight, without losing the arrogance of young people.
Feng Shizhen thought that Meng Xu'an's people must not have read the words written on Rong Jia. How could someone who could write such beautiful handwriting be the eccentric and mischievous playboy in the rumors?
"You want to try it too?" Rong Jia handed over the wolf hair soaked in ink.
Feng Shizhen picked up the pen, thought about it for a while, and wrote: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"It's really special." Rong Jia smiled while stroking his hands.
It is said that characters are like people, and Feng Shizhen¡¯s characters are also like her own, pliable and smooth, seemingly regular in Mrs. Wei¡¯s regular script, but she reveals her own unique sharp edge between twists and turns.
"Sir, he is tough, intelligent and resourceful. If he were born as a man, he would have done quite well." Admiral Rong Jia carefully hung the words written by Feng Shizhen on the shelf.
Feng Shizhen said calmly: "Now that I have given birth to a daughter, I don't have to think about what-ifs. As a human being, the most taboo thing is to be too ambitious. For ordinary people, it is important to live a down-to-earth life. People who can't even support their families, talk about it. What great ambitions are there?¡±
Rong Jiashang said with a smile: "I always disliked nagging in the past. But when I think about hearing your sermons again, I feel very reluctant to do so."
"Youwon't come to class?" Feng Shizhen was surprised.
"I'm already engaged, and I want to learn more about the company from my father. Regardless of whether the marriage is successful or not, I have to take on the responsibility of the eldest son and learn more about the business." Rong Jiashang said calmly, "You Don¡¯t worry, I haven¡¯t given up on my dream. The sextant you gave me is placed together with my airplane model. I look at it every day.¡±
Feng Shizhen smiled warmly: "Then I'm relieved. I'm not afraid of being accused of discrimination. I really don't want to see bright and talented young people give up their pursuits and go into business. Your family is rich, so you should strive to realize your ideals. "
"What about you?" Rong Jiashang asked suddenly, "We have never talked about it. What are your ideals? Is teaching your ideal, or is it your means of making a living?"
Feng Shizhen changed a piece of rice paper and wrote on one side: "I really like teaching. I want to continue studying, study abroad, and become a female scholar But this is just a thought."
"Why?" Rong Jiashang said, "I think whatever you want has a chance to be realized. I also want to help you realize it."
"How can you help me?" Feng Shizhen was dumbfounded.
Rong Jiashang smiled slyly: "I hired Mr. to be my secretary. And then because you are excellent at your work, I will reward you to study abroad?"
Feng Shizhen smiled and said, "I don't know much about finance, what kind of secretary can I do for you?"
"I think you can." Rong Jiashang said seriously, "You always encourage us, but ignore yourself. In fact, you are really smart and capable. Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed by God's kindness."
"Why did you suddenly say this?" Feng Shizhen's face felt a little hot.
"Let's talk." Rong Jiashang looked at her with a smile, "Don't friends just chat about these topics? Shizhen, have you ever liked someone before?"
Feng Shizhen blushed furiously, but looking at Rong Jiashang's cunning look, he refused to lose to him.
¡°I¡¯ve liked someone before,¡± she said. ¡°Isn¡¯t it weird that you haven¡¯t liked anyone in your twenty-three years of life?¡±
Rong Jiashang¡¯s smile froze for a moment: ¡°Who is he?¡±
"Why should I tell you?" Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Rong Jiashang was so excited by her charming smile that she said: "Your information has been checked in such detail, but I haven't even found out that you have a close relationship with any man. Don't make up a person to lie to me." ."
"What's the benefit of lying to you?" Feng Shizhen lowered his head and wrote, "You have never told me about the person you liked before."
"Haven't you seen Hashimoto now?"
Feng Shizhen asked curiously: "Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that she was a Japanese girl." #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Got it? "
Rong Jiashang¡¯s smile froze for a moment: ¡°Who is he?¡±
"Why should I tell you?" Feng Shizhen raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Rong Jiashang was so excited by her charming smile that she said: "Your information has been checked in such detail, but I haven't even found out that you have a close relationship with any man. Don't make up a person to lie to me." ."
"What's the benefit of lying to you?" Feng Shizhen lowered his head and wrote, "You have never told me about the person you liked before."
"Haven't you seen Hashimoto now?"
Feng Shizhen asked curiously: "Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that she was a Japanese girl." #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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