When Duan Linxi walked into Chunxiangyuan, the hottest brothel business, Chen Baiyu almost thought he had seen a ghost when he went out.
Isn't this the wife he just married?
Speaking of my meager impression of Duan Linxi, it was thanks to the portrait sent by my father-in-law before the marriage. The person in the painting was already elegant and graceful.
Chen Baiyu never thought that this ordinary night would disrupt his life.
The atmosphere on the dance floor had reached its climax, and a figure caught his eye.
She is the oiran of Chunxiang Court, wearing a silk red top. As the accompaniment plays, she lightly lifts her lotus steps and dances on the podium, as if directing a silent battle, filled with bitterness that no one can know.
He noticed the enthusiasm in her eyes, her hands twisted freely around her slender waist in accordance with the music, and every switch in dance steps seemed so natural and precise.
Not only was she dancing, but she was also telling stories about her future.
He stood in the audience, looking up at her. The music seemed to become more beautiful at this moment, and she became more dazzling.
After the song ended, the oiran turned her head and stared at Chen Baiyu with burning eyes. Thousands of lights of Chunxiang Courtyard were printed in her eyes.
A month ago
In the Chen family mansion, Chen Baiyu, who had just gotten off the carriage, had not had time to stand firm when Uncle Zhong appeared at the door of the Chen family mansion.
As Chen Boyu walked into the door of Chen's house, Uncle Zhong respectfully handed over the letter left to him by his old man.
At first, Chen Baiyu was overjoyed, thinking that after so many years of busy work, he finally got his own one-third of an acre of land.
After taking the letter, the private seal belonging to the Chen family was stamped on the corner of the envelope.
The main idea of the letter: Duan Linxi, your childhood sweetheart, will marry you in one month.
Chen Baiyu was sitting in the upper seat of the hall of the mansion. He and Uncle Zhong were the only ones in the huge room.
Chen Boyu recalled that in his memory there was a little girl who liked to follow behind him, hugging a dirty little pillow every day.
What age is this, and we still have a baby kiss.
Showing courtesy for nothing is either adultery or theft.
It doesn't matter if we don't get married or not.
Without thinking, he calmly ordered Uncle Zhong to unload the rare treasures from his carriage and put them in the warehouse.
Uncle Zhong looked at the young master's back and sighed silently.
Duan Linxi always feels sleepy when she goes out, and wonders if she bumped into someone during her romantic affair last night.
Just around the corner, two people with different thoughts bumped into each other carelessly.
Who doesn't look at the almanac when going out?
When Duan Linxi was in pain, he scolded Chen Baiyu who walked away.
After a while, he stood up from the ground.
After suffering this hardship so early in the morning, Duan Linxi's thoughts about buying rouge flew into the sky, and she strolled slowly along the small street.
After finally walking out of the corner alley, I saw a familiar figure at the door of the shop.
Isn't this the guy who just knocked himself upside down? He's still pretending to be fine. Let's see how I deal with you.
Thinking that this matter must be discussed carefully, the pace quickened.
"Be careful!"
When Duan Linxi came to his senses, he was knocked down again. This time he was rushing to send his children to see a married woman in the doctor's care.
Duan Linxi's body hurt even more.
Seeing that the person was really in an emergency, she was speechless for a moment and waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.
The woman gratefully responded with an apology gesture, and hurriedly took her child away.
When I turned around, there was Chen Boyu's shadow everywhere.
Duan Linxi secretly swore:
Next time I see you, I won't let you go!
Concept: The cold young man × the sinister lady