Republican-era story [calculating dance-hall queen who knows how to reel them in × second son of a wealthy family who willingly takes the bait]
“My great-aunt was an incredible woman!”
“How so?”
“In 1931, when everyone was living in fear, she joined the Communist Party!”
“Well, that’s extraordinary!”
“My grandmother says she sang at a dance hall in the British Concession, where people called her ‘Miss Lanjun.’ Do you know the Yan family? That Second Master Yan was her lover!”
“You mean the Yan family, whose descendants are now the richest in Haishi?”
“That’s right!”
“But the Yan family doesn’t have a Second Master, does it?”
[Story blurb]
> Before they met
Lanjun: That rich man’s son who came back from studying abroad.
Second Master Yan: Wine, women, and song.
> Later
Lanjun: Not an ordinary man.
Second Master Yan: Just like his name.
> Later still
Xie Fengjun: Adorable, but unspeakable.
Yan Tongchun: Someone I must protect.
> At the end
Xie Fengjun: My name is Xie Fengjun. I’ll wait for you to come find me.
Yan Tongchun: When the war is over, we’ll go to Paris.
[We met in spring, and parted with spring in our hearts. I hope the next time I see you, it will be spring.]
