Nan Huang moved around in the banquet hall.
The original owner, Ye Nan Huang, was the legitimate daughter of the Ye Family Shoe Company. However, the Ye Family Shoe Company wasn't a particularly large enterprise, and Boshen didn't pay much attention to her. She was practically invisible, and she had never appeared in such an occasion before.
So here, she was a completely unfamiliar face.
Coincidentally, this unfamiliar face had a harmless and innocent appearance, giving the impression of purity and kindness.
Beautiful faces easily attracted attention, and that's exactly what Nan Huang was doing now. At this moment, many young elites from prestigious families were secretly discussing who this girl who had just appeared was.
Nan Huang took a few steps, and Song Zhu pursued her, blocking her way. He scratched his head foolishly and said, "Miss Ye..."
When he filled out the gift list just now, he had seen Ye Nan Huang's name. Three simple characters, written as pure and beautiful as her.
Nan Huang looked up at him. "What's the matter?"
"Miss Ye, can I ask for a favor?" Song Zhu asked, his voice somewhat hesitant.
Nan Huang looked at the man and her gaze fell on his neck.
There was a crescent-shaped scar on Song Zhu's neck.
Seeing this scar, Nan Huang's pupils trembled slightly, her heart ached, and she took two steps back, trying to control herself.
"Let's talk in private," she said, suppressing her emotions.
Song Zhu's eyes suddenly brightened, and he straightened up. "Sure, let's find a place!"
They found a quiet corner, and Song Zhu selected a few well-preserved pastries and two fruit drinks.
A girl as pure as her shouldn't drink alcohol, he thought.
Nan Huang was also looking at him.
Whether it was her eyebrows, nose, mouth, face shape, or bone structure, nothing resembled the person in her memory.
The man before her was not like him, and he wasn't him.
But, just seeing that scar, she couldn't help but think of him.
Nan Huang took a sip of her juice through the straw, calmed down, and asked him, "Young Master, what's the story behind the scar on your neck?"
"I'm Song Zhu, you can call me Song Zhu."
"Oh, this," Song Zhu touched his neck and smiled, "I got it when I was a kid, playing around with my friends. The wound was quite deep back then, but now it's just a faint mark."
Nan Huang nodded. "Mr. Song Zhu."
Song Zhu awkwardly scratched his head. "Calling me Mr. Song Zhu is too formal. You can call me by my name directly."
Nan Huang smiled and asked, "Mr. Song Zhu, what do you need my help with?"
Song Zhu hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice, "Miss Ye, since you're so skilled in medicine, can you help me treat someone?"
Nan Huang raised an eyebrow. "You might have misunderstood; I'm not skilled in medicine."
Song Zhu shook his head confidently. "No, I'm certain that Miss Ye is a divine healer. And don't worry; it's just to accompany me to see someone. If you can't help, that's fine too."
Nan Huang's gaze unintentionally fell on his neck, and Song Zhu felt like she wanted to see the scar on his neck. He blushed slightly and scratched his neck. "Miss Ye, did seeing this scar remind you of someone or something?"
Nan Huang's lips curled into a gentle smile. "Yes."
The way Nan Huang smiled made Song Zhu dumbfounded. After a moment, he blushed suddenly. "To be remembered by Miss Ye like this, I'm truly fortunate."
Fortunate? Am I really fortunate?
Nan Huang's thoughts were stirred.
That was when she was ten years old.
As the young lady of the Nan family, she was spoiled and willful in the Nan family.
In a dimly lit villa, scattered on the ground were pieces of chocolate, broken into a mess, and trampled to pieces by the girl.
A weak young man knelt in front of her, motionless. She, as the master, was throwing a tantrum in an arrogant manner.
In the face of her rage, the young man did not explain.
She used the handle of a whip to arrogantly lift the young man's chin. The young man pursed his lips and was forced to raise his incredibly beautiful face to look at her.
"You've forgotten what I said, haven't you?" She pressed a button, and a cold, heavy chain fell from all directions.
Angry and furious, she said, "Remember, you belong to me alone, and you can only accept my kindness!"
...
Fleeting memories flashed by. When she came to her senses, she looked at the man in front of her again.
She chuckled softly. "You're different from my old acquaintance. The crescent-shaped scar on the back of my old acquaintance's neck was caused by me."
Song Zhu was puzzled for a moment.
Nan Huang stood up and said, "I've helped you with your request. Here's my contact number."
Song Zhu took the business card and immediately asked, "Is WeChat the same as the phone number?"
"No," Nan Huang said calmly. "Also, my old acquaintance is already dead."
Song Zhu blinked. "..."
After Nan Huang left, Song Zhu remained in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until Xie Ziran came over to find him that he suddenly snapped out of it. Then, Song Zhu regretfully said, "Ziran, I think I made her angry!"
"What did you do to make her angry?" Xie Ziran asked strangely.
"You don't understand, it's just... It seems like our interaction didn't go well this time. I mentioned something she didn't like, and it ended on a sour note."
Xie Ziran patted him on the back.
"I want to tell you, you must be mistaken about her being a divine healer."
Song Zhu looked at Xie Ziran unhappily. "You can criticize me, but you absolutely cannot say anything bad about my goddess."
"What goddess? Let me tell you, she's already married. Stop daydreaming."
"What? Married?"
Xie Ziran pulled him to sit down and said, "Yeah, Ye Nan Huang, you remember anything now?"
Song Zhu shook his head.
Xie Ziran looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Ye Nan Huang, my cousin, my cousin Ye Nan Huang!"
Song Zhu's eyes suddenly widened. "So, she's your cousin. I can hang out with her more often in the future."
"What? You're her cousin?"
Song Zhu's face suddenly turned red, and he angrily said, "How can that bastard Boshen treat people like this!"
(End of this chapter)
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