When they first met, he sat down at the most prestigious restaurant in New York's Chinatown as a shareholder and brought his family money. She put on her armor and arranged the dishes one by one to serve on the table.
"How old are you?" He asked, his narrow eyes smiling with interest.
"Twenty-one years old," her eyes were shining and her posture was graceful.
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When they saw each other again, the heavy carved door in front of her slowly opened. He sat behind the sunken wood table, making tea leisurely and inviting her to drink it together.
"How old are you?" He asked, his eyes deep and dark, hiding sharp inquiry.
"Seventeen years old," she lowered her head like a disarmed prisoner.
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Later, facing her who was beautiful without makeup and exuding arrogance in her silence, he approached her cautiously with a sad look in his eyes.
"Jiaojiao," he asked, "do you still remember me?"
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After six years of losing contact, five years of leaving home, and four years of wandering around, he held her in his arms again and was shocked to realize that his mood was no longer the same as when he was young.
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"Why don't you make a bet with me?" In the midst of the feasting and feasting, the cynical man smiled uninhibitedly at him, "Bet that if she has trouble sleeping tonight, she will have the same thoughts as you."
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"Brother, help me tell my grandfather that I don't want to marry her," the handsome young man in front of him complained dissatisfiedly, "Arranged marriages are shameful. The Qing Dynasty has fallen and the Republic of China is no longer in existence. In today's society, we must support free love."
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"You said that Zhuo Binrui is your brother, but I haven't seen that he doesn't like you." The woman in a gorgeous cheongsam, leaning against the bar with her shawl folded, raised her eyebrows and half-smiled, "If you want to rely on him for a long time, you might as well use some means."
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"Shengxuan," nothing could beat her soft call to him.