Charity Gala

  I thought this 'meat-eating' would be the most complicated, just the two of us going to have a candlelight dinner, dressed so formally and nervously thinking he was going to propose... but it turned out to be nothing like what I had imagined.

  The car drove along a private road lined with neatly growing French plane trees, for about half an hour, passing through an iron gate, the guard checked the invitation and politely let us pass.

  The highway on both sides of Pan Mountain is lit with simple Chinese lanterns, extending all the way up to a private garden on the mountain, where there is a magnificent building shining brightly.

  The gatekeeper confirmed the invitation again and pointed out the route to the parking lot around the courtyard fountain, also with a string of lanterns leading the way.

  I gazed at the villa under the hazy yellow lights of the night, no, it was majestic like a royal palace, with tall pillars on both sides supporting the pointed porch, and the height of the gatekeeper below the pillar was less than half of it.

  The car drove directly to the entrance of the mansion and stopped, whereupon a good-looking doorman came up to serve.

  They came in a pair, one walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door, with one hand on the car beam, and respectfully stretched out his arm to invite the guest to get off the bus.

  Another doorman service is driving, also responsible for helping guests drive into the parking lot and keeping keys.

  The service was very good and the expression was also very good.

  But I'm a bit tired on my part.

  I'm the kind of person who naturally follows suit when people around me become formal, so from the moment I stepped through the second door, I shed all my carefree attitude and put on a self that matches the occasion, just like admiring myself elegantly in front of a mirror.

  I stood in front of the car and waited for Mr. Su to walk over, then gently grasped his arm at the elbow and lifted my skirt to climb up the steps.

  He smiled sideways at me: "You switched modes quickly."

  Although I really want to bite him now, I can only smile: "Not a bit of noble talent, was scolded by Mrs. Fu all over the body."

  "Why must nobility pretend?" He slightly lowered his head, and his lips printed on my forehead, solemnly saying: "You are in my heart, precious beyond words."

  His sweet words are always spoken with a straight face and without skipping a beat, except when playing six-sided dice or engaging in intense exercise, I've never seen him get excited.

  Still cheating me by saying he'd take me to eat meat, how expensive must the meat be in such a luxurious place?

  I was just about to ask him what he came for today, when I saw a huge poster hanging in the lobby - Warm Charity Night.

  Such a high-profile charity event.

  I didn't leave any marks, and secretly pointed at the poster, asking him: "Whose masterpiece is this?"

  "Shang Chu wu shao, Chu liang."

  Translation: "The five notes of Shang are few, the sound of Chu is cold."

  "Who is that?"

  "A man with a broad background."

  I nodded obediently: "Tell me when we get home."

  He nodded in agreement.

  Just from this luxurious villa that occupies the mountain, one can vaguely guess the owner's wealth. In a place like Beijing where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, even a small-time tycoon would have to be worth over 100 million. And this villa comes with a long private road, so it's not just occupying the top of the mountain, right?

  I'm a bit curious how Mr. Su got in touch with such people.

  The activity hall is very recognizable, with beautiful and tall reception ladies in white long dresses, standing in two rows, with their hands on their waists, every move is standardized to the degree.

  This Shang Chuwu is somewhat interesting, not only does the makeup and temperament of the etiquette lady seem to be a carbon copy, but even her smile, welcome, and reception behavior all seem to have been set in a fixed mode.

  Does he have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

  The hostess held a tray with a red velvet cushion, on which was placed a champagne-colored wristband and a champagne rose.

  Another ceremonial lady picked up the rose, and Mr. Su took the ribbon and tied it to my wrist by himself, with a pampering expression on his face. It made me both embarrassed and amazed, he really never misses any opportunity to show off his tenderness, isn't he afraid of accidentally drowning me?

  As his fiancée and companion, I naturally followed suit and opened my hands: "I'll go."

  The etiquette lady stiffly placed the rose in my palm and still politely said: "You two are really a good match."

  I gave her a somewhat strange look, with a smile all over her face.

  It was just this one glance that made Mr. Su unhappy, he stretched out his hand and pinched my chin to turn my head back: "You have to look at me."

  I suppressed my dark expression and lightly scolded him: "You're being too overbearing and unreasonable, can't even look at a beautiful woman?"

  "I am better looking than her."

  “……”

  This is really shameless.

  Men and women have different personalities and should not be compared.

  Moreover, he is being quite unreasonable.

  He gave her a beautiful rose, and he put his hand on my waist, taking me into the hall, stepping into a magnificent and elegant world.

  Facing a crowd of handsome men and beautiful women, I unconsciously straightened my back. He felt it and pinched the side of my waist, whispering in my ear: "No need to be so tense, you were fine just now."

  I also want to restore it to what it was like just now, but it seems that it has automatically adjusted to a mode that suits the occasion and cannot be adjusted.

  He held me at the door for less than a minute when a white-shirted, black-collared servant came forward: "Mr. and Mrs. Su, Young Master Chu is inviting you."

  He was waiting for someone, no wonder he looked so relaxed.

  The waiter led the way over, and that young master Chu was wearing a high-end custom-made sporty casual outfit, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, drinking mineral water.

  There are several bottles of Voss on the table, a small plate of prawns.

  As soon as he saw us coming, a smile spread across his face: "Look, Mr. Su has finally brought out Mrs. Su to meet us!" He stood up and elegantly extended his hand to me: "Hello, I'm Chu Liang, but you can just call me by my name."

  "Hello, I'm Fu Yingxue."

  "I've long admired your reputation, Mrs. Su," he said with a slight bow.

  I looked at Mr. Su with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, his hand had already moved to release mine from his grasp, saying seriously: "This isn't France, no need for the hand-kissing courtesy."

  Chu Wu Shao couldn't help but laugh at this, pursing his lips and holding back: "You're still so uninteresting!"

  "If I didn't stop you, you would never give up halfway."

  "It's just a kiss on the hand."

  "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

  "Photos are not allowed, kissing hands is also not okay, what about hugs?" Chu Wu Shao asked with a hint of expectation.

  "Not allowed at all."

  Chu Wu's mouth twitched slightly: "Not even I can?"

  "No, it won't do." Mr. Su's reply was unequivocal.

  Chu Wu Shao's mouth curved downwards, and he pointed at him, asking me: "Can you stand being bullied by him like this?"

  "I just happen to like this one thing about him..." I really find that bit of childishness in his domineering ways adorable.

  Chu Wu Shao raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down before smiling and saying, "Not bad, he's been devoted to you for so many years."

  I have no idea where he got that conclusion from.

  Mr. Su pulled out a chair for me to sit down and sat beside me, with Chu Liang sitting on the other side of the chair, he opened another bottle of Voss and continued drinking.

  Mr. Su beckoned the waiter in charge of this table to come over, asked for the banquet menu from me, and then asked Chu Liang: "The initiator of the event is sneaking away here, is that okay?"