In the midst of the colorful and lively banquet hall, Nan Huang's dark and pure silhouette moved gracefully. Memories of her past slowly resurfaced in her mind.
The story from just now had a continuation.
In her youth, she had been alone in that small villa, and she was afraid that someone would take away her precious possession—the 13-year-old boy.
The girl had become infuriated because the boy had received a piece of chocolate that wasn't a gift from her. She had picked up a whip and ruthlessly punished the young boy.
In the end, the maid who had caused the boy's punishment finally stepped forward. She knelt before Nan Huang, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Miss, please don't beat him. It was me; it was all my fault. I deceived him, saying that it was a gift from Miss, and that's why he accepted it. Miss, he didn't know, he really didn't know."
"Do you like him?" Nan Huang asked the maid.
"I..." The maid's face turned pale, her voice trembling, and sweat dripped from her face to the ground. "I... like... like..."
"Phoenix, she made you get beaten," the capricious girl said, glancing at the young boy behind her.
"Come down and take revenge for yourself."
Upon hearing Nan Huang's words, the gloomy young boy broke free from his iron chains. He stood barefoot on the ground.
The maid never expected that even though she was beaten to the brink of death, the young boy willingly endured the punishment. He could have freed himself from the chains at any time.
The boy's voice was somewhat hoarse. "Miss, I'm very angry."
Nan Huang stared at him, and with eyes devoid of emotion, she asked, "Can I chop off her right hand and pull out her tongue?"
The cold expression on the young boy's face satisfied the darkness within Nan Huang in that moment.
This maid had given him chocolate with her right hand, deceived him with words, caused him to be beaten, and made her angry. Therefore, he wanted to chop off her right hand and pull out her tongue!
Nan Huang raised her head high. "It's your decision."
...
Nan Huang's phone had unknowingly been turned on by herself. She logged into her secret account, where she had stored a substantial amount of money for emergencies. She had never worried about this account being discovered, and she had never closed it because the account wasn't under her name. The username on this account was none other than the name of the deceased woman, whom she had given her own surname—Nan Feng.
At the venue, some prestigious men and women engaged in conversations.
"Have you heard the news? The imperial city has been quite eventful in the past two years."
"I heard that a lord emerged from the Rong family in the imperial city, known as the Fifth Master. They say he's completely mad."
"Yes, and in just a year, this madman managed to subdue the four lords above him in the Rong family and secure the position of the Fifth Master."
"It's interesting because no one knows his name, and there are no pictures of the Fifth Master's face. Rumor has it that there's a three billion reward for his photo on the black market."
"This Fifth Master is incredibly mysterious. They call him the 'Madman of Five' within the Rong family. It's said that he's difficult to get along with and has no interest in women. Many prominent families in the imperial city have tried to establish connections with him, but all the women who managed to get close were promptly escorted out by his assistant."
"It's really intriguing. I'd love to meet him."
Lost in thought, Nan Huang clenched her phone and walked absentmindedly through the hall, paying no attention to her surroundings.
Suddenly, her chest vibrated as if she had collided with an insurmountable obstacle. She stumbled and fell to the ground, only to be surprised by the person standing in front of her.
A large lamp illuminated the person from behind, casting a silhouette against her. It was a towering and imposing figure, exuding an overwhelming presence. Gradually, Nan Huang's dazed mind began to clear.
She gradually made out the man's face.
It was the first time she had seen this man.
Unapologetic and unrepentant for the collision, his eyes were deep and filled with pride and nobility. He appeared to be a refined yet unruly individual.
He merely glanced at her, and his loosely draped coat fluttered gently on his shoulders. He raised his long legs and walked past Nan Huang without a word of apology, smile, or even a glance.
He walked straight ahead, and another man in a black suit by his side hurriedly followed, calling out, "Lord Rong Wu, wait for me."
After catching up to the man in the black suit, he muttered, "I told you, you intentionally bumped into the girl. Hey, what's going on?"
The man ignored him.
Nan Huang got up from the ground, her voice clear and determined. "Stop."
The man halted his steps, turned slightly, his demeanor unyielding.
"Are you calling me?"
Nan Huang stepped forward. "Yes, I'm calling you. Why did you bump into me?"
"I bumped into you?" The man squinted. "Woman, were you watching where you were going?"
Nan Huang remembered that she had indeed been somewhat absent-minded.
Perhaps it had been her misunderstanding?
"If I bumped into you, I apologize." Nan Huang slightly bowed, sincerely apologizing.
"Is there anything else?"
Nan Huang shook her head. She quickly adjusted her wallet, confirmed that it was a misunderstanding, and no longer paid
any attention to the man who had bumped into her. She turned and walked toward the venue.
The man glanced at Nan Huang's departing figure. The man in the black suit by his side, Xi Shi's Xi Guangyao, asked, "Lord Rong Wu, why did you walk away so quickly?"
The man turned around. "Annoying."
"Annoying? Well, I thought she was quite pretty. Hey, why are you walking so fast?"
The man cast a fleeting glance behind him, then turned back to face the front.
For the sake of a man, wearing this face, she looked lost and disoriented.
She was truly annoying.
...
Inside the banquet hall.
Bao Shen was engaged in conversation and drinking with some guests.
On the other side, Mu Yun, dressed in a white gown, had adorned herself in an exceptionally innocent manner. She held a glass of wine and was surrounded by three or four men.
These men were their high school classmates whom Bao Shen knew, so he paid them no mind.
Zhao Gang said, "Mu Yun, you've finally returned. With you back, Bao Ge doesn't have to wait any longer."
Mu Yun smiled lightly. "No, no, Ye Nan Huang is also doing well. Over these years, she has taken good care of Bao Shen."
Shao Hang said, "Ye Nan Huang? Haha, Mu Yun, don't misunderstand. Last year, Bao Ge married Ye Nan Huang after seeing that you were married. If it weren't for that... Bao Ge, why would he marry her? She still thinks that marrying Bao Ge will make him fall in love with her. Mu Yun, rest assured, even though you've been away for a year, Bao Ge has been thinking of you all this time."
Mu Yun shook her head slightly. "Don't say that. Ye Nan Huang is a good person. She helped Bao Shen a lot during high school."
Zhang Haoyan said, "Mu Yun, don't say that. Everyone knows that Ye Nan Huang liked Bao Shen, but Bao Shen never paid any attention to her. It wasn't her helping; it was more like she was throwing herself at him. She should take a good look at herself and see how ugly she is."
Mu Yun coquettishly said, "Please, don't say that."
Shao Hang sighed and said, "Mu Yun, you're too kind-hearted. If it weren't for Ye Nan Huang's persistence, you and Bao Ge would have been together a long time ago. There was no need for all this drama."
Zhao Gang added, "It's a good thing that Bao Ge sees clearly. Even for his grandmother's birthday banquet, he only invited you, Mu Yun. After tonight, everything between you two will be clear."
(End of this chapter)
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