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Dong Qinfang's birthday party was held at Dong Mansion.

The Dong family has always been good at business, and Dong Qinfang is the most respected among the younger generation of the Dong family. Once the news of her birthday spread, most of the celebrities in Shanghai came.

There was a long line of luxury cars parked in front of the door. A steward came over to open the door for Wen Tingli. She followed the man into the hall with a smile, and a warm greeting came from the front.

"Our big star is here."

Countless eyes were focused on Wen Tingli's face. Flowers and silver-glittering figures were everywhere. It was hard to tell who was who for a moment. While she was distracted, a fragrant breeze blew in front of Wen Tingli.

"Tingli."

Wen Tingli handed the gift in her hand to Dong Qinfang. "Sister Qinfang, happy birthday."

Dong Qinfang casually handed the champagne glass in her hand to the person next to her, solemnly opened the box, and smiled with surprise at the first sight: "This is so unique, I like it so much. Really, you should just come, why bother to prepare a gift."

Wen Tingli knew that Dong Qinfang might not think highly of this, but her sincere tone made people believe that she liked it from the bottom of her heart.

She is such a lovely person, Wen Tingli thought with a smile.

"Come with me, there are many young friends over there who want to meet you." Dong Qinfang enthusiastically pulled Wen Tingli to the lounge nearby, where there were many guests, both men and women.

"Is this Miss Wen?"

"Yes, she is a classmate of ours who is a few years younger than us. She is now a freshman at Hujiang University. She is also the champion of the first beauty pageant of our Xinxin Department Store."

"She must be the newcomer that Director Huang often praises. I've heard of her for a long time!"

Wen Tingli knew some of these people, but she had no impression of most of them. However, she knew how important the first impression was in social situations, so she showed her cutest and most sincere smile and shook hands with each of them one by one.

"There's no need for Miss Wen and I to introduce each other. She's my sister's classmate, so we can be considered old friends."

The person who spoke gave Wen Tingli a wicked smile and winked. It was Gao Xiaowen's brother Gao Tingxin.

"When did Wen Tingli become your old friend? She has never said a word to you." Gao Xiaowen rolled her eyes at Gao Tingxin and pulled Wen Tingli over to sit down. "Ignore him."

Huang Yuanshan was playing bridge with someone at the table. He turned around and saw Wen Tingli sitting next to him. He lowered his voice and said to her, "Yue Zhaoyun will come to Shanghai in a few days - look how happy you are. She knows that the film is about to be finished, so she has to come to visit us."

"Which hotel is she staying at? I want to have a private meal with Sister Yue."

"'Sister Yue'? When did you become so familiar with Yue Zhaoyun? Okay, when she comes, I'll give you her room number and you can make the appointment yourself."

Wen Tingli didn't know how to play bridge, and she sat there for a while without getting the hang of it, so Gao Xiaowen suggested, "Let's go for a walk in the garden."

The garden was bright as day, and guests were everywhere. The Dong family's garden was half Chinese and half Western in style. There was a Su-style rockery built on the huge green lawn. Fortunately, the venue was large enough so it didn't look too abrupt. Even the snacks and tea for the guests were a set of Chinese and Western styles. Some people drank champagne here, while someone else made green tea for the elderly guests there. It was quite a happy occasion.

Not long after the two of them sat down in the pavilion, they accidentally discovered Mrs. Qiao in the crowd. Mrs. Qiao looked particularly radiant tonight.

"Have you heard about the Qiao family?" Gao Xiaowen looked at Mrs. Qiao and spoke casually.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Wen Tingli observed the other guests in the garden with great interest. The only member of the Qiao family she still cared about was Qiao Baoxin, and Qiao Baoxin was doing well in Peiping. As for the others, she didn't care.

"Mr. Qiao is a loser in business. He loses money in every business he does. A few months ago, for some unknown reason, he mortgaged a pharmaceutical factory in Hong Kong to her cousin Meng Qiguang. It was agreed that the Qiao and Meng families would each hold half of the shares, and Meng Qiguang would run the factory. To put it bluntly, he was trying to use a bunch of junk to get money from her cousin. Guess what the result was?"

Without waiting for Wen Tingli to respond, Gao Xiaowen excitedly drank a sip of wine and said with great joy, "Meng Qiguang has revived this shabby factory! Do you know who makes the most popular products on the market, such as Xiaoer Bu Tian Juice and Yueyue Nuanxin Capsules? Meng Qiguang!"

Wen Tingli was interested in this. Not long ago, she bought "Little Children's Health Juice" for Xiao Taozi. After taking it, Xiao Taozi's appetite was better than before. She also looked at the prescription. It was nothing more than a few traditional spleen-tonifying ingredients, plus some Western medicine vitamin pill formula.

"My eldest brother told me that Meng Qiguang was willing to take over his brother-in-law's shabby factory just to help the Qiao family out because his cousin had been having a hard time in recent years. After visiting the factory in Hong Kong, he changed its name to Ruilin Pharmaceutical Factory, and went to Peking to buy a few old prescriptions from the palace at a high price. He combined them with the Western doctors' vitamin supplements and quickly made a few health products. Surprisingly, they sold very well. In the past few months, 20,000 bottles of Yueyue Warm Heart Capsules alone were sold. The Qiao family did nothing, but just got to enjoy half of the dividends. Look how happy Mrs. Qiao is laughing tonight. I heard that the Shanghai branch will open in two days."

Gao Xiaowen said, turning her head around to look for someone. "Hey, didn't they say Meng Qiguang is back from Hong Kong? I haven't seen him for almost half a year, and I'm looking forward to meeting him to ask for his advice."

"You want to ask him for tips on doing business?"

"Of course, when it comes to the ability to revive a business, Meng Qiguang is much better than my elder brother. I plan to learn some lessons from him and find out about the market in Hong Kong. Maybe one day I will open a branch in Hong Kong."

Gao Xiaowen's old habit came back as she was talking. She danced and swayed, and accidentally spilled the wine in her glass on her front. She stamped her feet in frustration, "Lenna Liz's new dress was ruined after just one wear."

Wen Tingli quickly took out a handkerchief to help wipe it: "Go find Sister Qinfang quickly, she must have a solution."

Before leaving, Gao Xiaowen nudged Wen Tingli with her elbow, signaling her to look at the group of rich ladies across the street.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The one on the left is Mr. Xiang from Chunyang Fashion Company, and the one on the right is the wife of Mr. Pan from Yuanmeng Company."

Wen Tingli's ears perked up. Yuanmeng Company! The company that had previously wanted her to shoot a bicycle commercial was called this name. The contract should have been finalized a few days ago, but strangely, there was no follow-up.

Later, she learned from Huang Yuanshan that the boss of Yuanmeng Company originally did business in Tianjin and had recently moved his business to Shanghai. He was rather cautious about hiring celebrities to shoot commercials.

It seemed that Mrs. Pan had raised objections. She said that "Southern Beauty" had not yet been released, and it was still unclear whether it would be a hit. She did not agree to find a new star who had just gained some fame to shoot the commercial, and would rather pay a higher price to find old stars such as Xiao Diejun and Yu Peiling to shoot.

The matter was put on hold.

Wen Tingli was secretly watching Mrs. Pan's every move. Mrs. Pan had a plump figure and a lovely expression. When she was talking to people, she would occasionally glance at the small cakes on the long table in the garden.

It was a cream cake mixed with brandy, with a hint of alcohol in its sweet fragrance. It was very popular among the guests because of its novel appearance and taste. From the number of forks on Mrs. Pan's table, it could be seen that she had eaten more than one piece, but it seemed that she had not eaten enough, and she did not take more because of decency.

Wen Tingli made up her mind immediately. A servant happened to pass by carrying a bottle of wine. She borrowed the tray from the servant with a smile, went to the long table and fiddled with it, then walked over there.

"Mrs. Pan, Mr. Xiang, Sister Qinfang was afraid that she might have neglected you two, so she specially asked me to come over and bring you some food." She greeted them very politely.

The two looked at her intently: "Who are you?"

"My last name is Wen, and I'm Sister Qinfang's friend." Wen Tingli smiled sweetly and placed the snacks on the plates in front of everyone.

Boss Xiang got a plate of his favorite butterfly cakes, and Mrs. Pan had two pieces of brandy cake specially placed in front of her.

Several people smiled slightly. Mrs. Pan looked at Wen Tingli carefully for a while and said with a smile: "The little girl looks familiar. Have we met before?"

Wen Tingli placed a pot of tea on the small table next to Mrs. Pan and sat down next to her: "This is definitely the first time you meet me, otherwise you would definitely remember my name."

Mrs. Pan was amused by Wen Tingli's liveliness and confidence, and said to others with a smile: "The little girl's words are quite interesting. I have actually seen your photo, and you are even more beautiful than in the photo."

Wen Tingli asked curiously: "Where did you see my photo?"

Mrs. Pan smiled but did not answer.

Wen Tingli was not in a hurry, and slowly poured a cup of tea for her and Boss Xiang. Mrs. Pan was feeling sick of dessert after eating too much, and Wen Tingli's action just suited her taste. She took a sip of tea, chatted with others, turned her head and saw Wen Tingli still working at the table, so she took the initiative to ask: "How old are you? Are you still studying or have you already started working?"

She really underestimated Wen Tingli's ability to chat with people. In just ten minutes, the topic went from dessert to Mrs. Pan's daughter.

"My eldest daughter is the same age as you." Mrs. Pan sighed, "but her personality is completely different from yours. She doesn't socialize much and always stays at home reading. I'm worried that she's getting bored at home."

Wen Tingli continued with great interest, "I have an old classmate from Shishi Middle School named Yan Zhenzhen. She studies diplomacy at St. John's University, but she also loves reading in private. If she meets your daughter, they will definitely have a lot of common topics to talk about. Next time we go out to play, why don't we also invite your daughter along?"

Mrs. Pan: "That's great. We just moved to Shanghai and the children are still getting familiar with the environment. Children should play with their peers more often."

This conversation lasted until Mrs. Pan was called away.

Mrs. Pan was still not satisfied and waved to Wen Tingli. Wen Tingli watched Mrs. Pan leave and glanced down at the business cards of Mrs. Dong, Boss Xiang and others in her hand. She had gained a lot tonight.

Suddenly, I felt someone looking at me from the side. I turned around and saw Meng Qiguang. He was standing in a corner of the garden, surrounded by a group of people. He was wearing a dark suit and looked very casual. I hadn't seen him for a few months and he seemed to have lost some weight.

He first glanced at the corner of her smiling mouth, and then looked at the business card in her hand. Needless to say, he saw the whole process of her getting to know Mrs. Pan and others.

Wen Tingli searched the garden but couldn't find Gao Xiaowen, so she had to go back to the main building first.

When she entered the bathroom, she suddenly heard the sound of high heels behind her. She thought it was another woman coming in to relieve herself, so she didn't pay much attention. However, until she finished putting on makeup, the woman didn't follow her in.

Wen Tingli suddenly felt something was wrong, so she turned around and ran out to see that there was no one in the corridor, but the man clearly wanted to go into the bathroom with her...

Full of doubts, she followed the direction of the footsteps and looked for the way out. There was no other exit in the corridor. She walked to the end of the road and found a glass door leading to the garden.

She stood in front of the glass door, looked around, walked quietly down the stairs, and unexpectedly ran into a person on the path.

Wen Tingli's nerves were on edge and she was suddenly frightened.

"Mr. Meng."

Meng Qiguang subconsciously followed her to look behind him, then returned his gaze to Wen Tingli's face.

"What did you see that scared you so much?"

Wen Tingli managed to calm herself down: "It's okay, I'm looking for Miss Gao."

As he said this, he smiled at Meng Qiguang, then walked past him and moved forward.

Meng Qiguang stretched out his arm to stop Wen Tingli: "Don't go yet, Miss Wen, can you please lend me a hand to talk?"

Wen Tingli wondered why she had to hide every time she saw him, so she nodded and walked with him to the flower stand on the roadside.

At first, Meng Qiguang did not speak immediately. He just put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at Wen Tingli.

Wen Tingli raised her eyes to look at him. This man's eyes were too poisonous and his gaze was too direct. When he looked at people, it didn't seem like he was just looking at the surface. Instead, it seemed as if he wanted to see through the surface of the person to the bones.

She didn't like the feeling of being seen through. "Mr. Meng, what do you want to talk to me about? If not, I have to go find my friend."

"It's so strange, why do you want to leave every time you see me? Is there a thorn in my body?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not familiar with Mr. Meng."

Meng Qiguang, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the place where Wen Tingli was chatting with Mrs. Pan and others.

"But from what I know, you like to socialize with people, whether you know them well or not."

Wen Tingli was speechless.

The smile on Meng Qiguang's face faded a little: "I won't beat around the bush. I came to you tonight to ask you for someone's contact information: Where is Tong Zhaohui now?"

Wen Tingli's heart skipped a beat.

"Tong what?" He stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. "Mr. Meng, I'm sorry, my friends may have been looking for me everywhere. I really have to go."

Meng Qiguang once again stretched out his arm to stop Wen Tingli: "Don't pretend anymore. Miss Wen, what you did four months ago, you can hide from others but not from me. Before Baoxin left Shanghai, she only called you a few times. Later I found out that she had hidden a grown man in my cousin's old house to recuperate. The man was shot and he stayed in the house for half a month before leaving. The injured needed food and medicine. Baoxin was under the surveillance of her family all day long, so she couldn't do all this alone."

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Miss Wen, when did you become so well-connected?"

Wen Tingli looked back at Meng Qiguang blankly.

"Mr. Meng's words are really incomprehensible. Baoxin did call me a few times, but it was just idle chat between classmates. I don't know anything about Tong Zhaohui or Beiping."

While she was speaking, Meng Qiguang stared at every change on Wen Tingli's face with interest, as if no matter how she argued, he would not be angry and just thought she was interesting.

After she finished speaking, he calmly took something out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

Wen Tingli stopped talking as soon as she saw it.

Meng Qiguang: "You are very smart. You know that the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. You simply hid the person in my cousin's private apartment. Unfortunately, even Baoxin didn't know. Although no one has lived in that old house for several years, there is still an old servant of our Meng family living nearby. This person once saw you and Baoxin sneaking out of the back door of the house. It happened that he had read the news about you in the newspaper, so he recognized you on the spot. If you don't admit that this matter has anything to do with you, I can only hand over this portrait to the Qiao family for disposal."

Wen Tingli's temples were throbbing. Baoxin was still too inexperienced to be caught by her cousin in such a way.

Meng Qiguang raised his eyebrows and said, "If you still think that this evidence is not sufficient, I will follow the clues and investigate your background. I am also curious about how you saved Tong Zhaohui by yourself, and whether there was anyone else who helped you in the whole thing."

Wen Tingli smiled and said, "When Baoxin called me, Lawyer Tong had already been rescued. The reason why I accompanied Baoxin to that house that day was just to deliver medicine to Lawyer Tong. I don't know anything else. You might as well ask Baoxin directly for the person instead of asking me for him."

"Don't give me that. This portrait is enough to prove that you participated in Baoxin's escape that day. Now Baoxin refuses to return to Shanghai. If I don't ask you for her, who else can I ask for her?"

Wen Tingli sighed, "Mr. Meng, do you think I can persuade Baoxin to come back? Don't you know why she ran away in the first place? Her family forced her to date with a few playboys. If she doesn't run away, she will ruin her life. Now she has her own respected teachers in Peking, and she has made a lot of like-minded friends of the same age in school. As far as I know, Lawyer Tong also respects her very much. Compared with her cage-like life before, she is as free as she can be now. No one can persuade her to come back, let alone me."

He asked Meng Qiguang again.

"As her uncle, don't you agree that she should go out? Otherwise, why did you allow her to hide in your house and always turn a blind eye to her actions? This shows that you also can't stand the behavior of your sister and brother-in-law. Besides, if you really wanted Baoxin to return to Shanghai, you would have arrested her long ago."

Meng Qiguang sneered. He wanted to bring Baoxin back, but unfortunately she changed her name when she arrived in Beijing. He came back from Hong Kong a while ago and finally found the school where Baoxin was studying, but she ran away when she saw him. He didn't want to embarrass her in front of her classmates, so he had to come back first.

"How about this, you can help tell Baoxin: half a year ago, the Qiao family was in dire straits, and they had no choice but to consider their children's marriages. Now the Qiao family's situation has improved, and my sister and brother-in-law have given up the idea of ​​forcing Baoxin to go on a blind date after my persuasion. Now Baoxin is in Peking, making revolution with a group of students every day. Her family is very worried about her personal safety. I am also afraid that something might happen to her. As for that Tong Zhaohui..." Meng Qiguang thought for a while.

"I've had someone investigate his family background, and he comes from a family of scholars. As long as he's a decent person, he can be Baoxin's boyfriend, but the prerequisite is that I have to meet him in person."

"Mr. Meng wants me to convey these words to Bao Xin?"

"Yes."

Wen Tingli looked embarrassed: "I - I'll give it a try."

"You have to do it." Meng Qiguang looked at her with a smile, his eyes so direct that they seemed to be able to see into her heart. "After all, without Miss Wen's help, they wouldn't have been able to run so smoothly."

He curiously looked in the direction Wen Tingli came from and asked her in a low voice: "Why were you so scared just now?"

This made his tone sound unusually gentle. Wen Tingli said nothing. Even though Meng Qiguang had tricked her tonight, she had to admit that he understood human nature quite well, and his concern was not entirely fake.

Of course she wouldn't tell him that she was suspecting someone was following her, she just shrugged and said, "I have to go find my friends."

Just after taking two steps, Meng Qiguang's voice came from behind: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, but I want to remind you that a person's intuition can't be deceived. If you think someone wants to harm you, it's probably true. You have to be careful everywhere. If you encounter any trouble, you can call me. Baoxin's room number is on the bus."

Wen Tingli paused slightly.

"Don't be too arrogant. In this world, you can't achieve anything alone. It's your ability to have someone willing to help you. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

She looked back and saw Meng Qiguang walking to the other side with a smile.

***
For the next two days, Wen Tingli was careful in everything, but nothing strange happened again and everything was calm the whole day.

Because she had informed Li Chengying in advance, she was not panicked. During this period, she called Qiao Baoxin and told her what Meng Qiguang had said that night.

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Baoxin fell into silence.

Wen Tingli did not urge Baoxin to answer. She was only responsible for conveying the whole matter. It was up to Baoxin to decide what to do.

Fortunately, Meng Qiguang did not urge her. He was a man who knew his limits in some aspects.

Before we knew it, it was New Year's Day and there was only one scene left to finish filming of "Beauty of the South".

Wen Tingli had been a little absent-minded since morning. She was wearing an ordinary duck egg green quilted cheongsam when she went out. Then she returned to her room and changed into a beige western coat, a black beret on her head, and a pair of black lambskin gloves.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Which friend has a birthday today?"

Wen Tingli saw the chocolates and black tea piled on the table and asked Mrs. Zhou in surprise, "Didn't I ask you to give these gifts to Mrs. Liu next door a few days ago?"

"Don't mention it. I go to the door across the street every day, but no one comes to the Liu family." Mrs. Zhou said, "I guess the couple went back to their parents' home."

Wen Tingli frowned. After living together for so long, she knew a little about the living habits of the people next door.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu both work in a bank. They go out at eight in the morning and come home at seven or eight in the evening. This is the way they do every day. They only go back to her parents' home on Sundays.

It's only Wednesday, why isn't he home all day... Then he thought, maybe he asked for leave to go out and play, so he said casually: "Why don't you keep the things first, and I'll bring Xiao Taozi to thank you in person when I'm home another day."

When she arrived at the crew, Wen Tingli's outfit was very popular, and almost everyone who saw her couldn't help but praise her.

"Why are you so beautiful today?"

"The New Year is coming soon, and I feel good wearing new clothes." Wen Tingli replied with a smile.

At noon, when work was over, Huang Yuanshan came to find Wen Tingli: "Mrs. Pan from Yuanmeng Company said that she wanted to invite us to the Carlton Hotel for dinner and a play in the evening. Are you free tonight?"

"Even if I have something to do, I have to turn it down for Mrs. Pan, right?" She had worked so hard to establish the connections with Mrs. Pan, and she was still waiting to finalize the advertising contract with them.

Because it was the Gregorian New Year, the set closed earlier than usual. It was only five o'clock when Wen Tingli, Huang Yuanshan and others left the crew.

The sky was a little gloomy, as if it was going to snow.

The streets were bustling, with bright red window grilles pasted on the windows of many shops. The dark grey streets were filled with a festive atmosphere. Huang Yuanshan was in a good mood, talking about filming all the way. He drove to the Carlton Hotel and went straight to the upstairs private room.

Mrs. Pan had already ordered the dishes. The table was filled with ladies wearing jewels and precious stones. When they saw Wen Tingli, they smiled and said, "The big star is here."

Halfway through the meal, a lady said, "By the way, Mrs. Ma, I just saw your son at the entrance of the Garden Hotel in the International Settlement. When did he come back from England?"

"He came back last month. I wonder if he had enough of the foreigners' bullying outside. He became a different person after getting off the ship. He kept saying that he wanted to revitalize the national industry. As soon as he came back, he became an apprentice in his father's company. Today, he took the initiative to accompany his father to the Shanghai Nanyang Chamber of Commerce to attend the annual meeting of patriotic businessmen."

Everyone laughed and said, "This is the meaning of studying abroad! Master Ma is really becoming more and more sensible."

When Wen Tingli heard the words "Shanghai Nanyang Chamber of Commerce", she was stunned. If Huang Yuanshan hadn't reminded her, the spoon in her hand would have almost hit her collar.

After dinner, the group went to Mrs. Pan’s house to play cards as planned. Coincidentally, the Pan family’s newly bought house was near the Garden Hotel.

When getting off the car, Wen Tingli looked across the street intentionally or unintentionally. The enameled glass door of the hotel was open. White Russian waiters wearing cylindrical flat hats stood on both sides of the steps. Well-dressed guests kept coming in. It seemed that the annual meeting had already begun.

When they arrived at Mrs. Pan's house, the card table was already ready. Although Huang Yuanshan liked making friends, he hated socializing at the card table. He began to yawn while playing, and found an excuse to leave before nine o'clock.

Wen Tingli was like a fish in water when dealing with such occasions. She sat beside Mrs. Pan with great energy the whole time, making a few witty remarks from time to time to lighten the atmosphere. If Mrs. Pan was unlucky, she would even help her draw a hand of cards.

She had good luck and got good cards every time. Mrs. Pan won four games in one go and was so happy that she kept saying that Wen Tingli was her lucky star.

At half past ten, the lady at the opposite table suffered from her old headache, so Mrs. Pan ended the game reluctantly.

Before leaving, Mrs. Pan left Wen Tingli alone and asked the servant to bring her a freshly stewed bird's nest. She asked her, "Are you going to the company tomorrow morning?"

"exist."

Mrs. Pan smiled innocently and said, "My lawyer has already read the advertising contract and all my doubts are gone. I will go to your company to sign the contract tomorrow morning. You should come early too."

Wen Tingli was secretly happy, it worked!

This advertising fee is a sky-high price. Not only will her value soar from now on, but the key is that Pan’s stores are all over the street, which means that she can become familiar to the public before the movie is released.

Wen Tingli could no longer hide her smile after leaving Pan's house. Mrs. Pan looked simple and honest, but she was actually very smart. When dealing with her, one couldn't be too sophisticated or too clumsy.

The attitude should not be too warm, otherwise it will appear that you are eager for quick success. But it should not be too aloof, as this will only make the relationship awkward.

In short, it is difficult to strike the right balance between being neither humble nor arrogant. The only secret is to observe carefully and respect the other person's preferences as much as possible.

If it were someone with fragile self-esteem, they would get upset before it was done, but what she lacked the most was self-confidence and tenacity.

Anyway, I have accumulated this network of contacts and successfully got what I wanted. I was excited all the way out, but suddenly I felt a chill on my forehead. When I looked up, I saw snow falling all over the sky. I don’t know when a thin layer of white covered the ground. There were few pedestrians on the road, but some people were still cheering: "It’s snowing, it’s snowing."

Wen Tingli couldn't help but smile. This was the first snow of the year, and it came on the first day of the new year. It was really a good omen.

She paced slowly and happily in the snow, and suddenly remembered something. She subconsciously cast her gaze towards the garden building opposite.

His own business was so important that he almost didn't notice that the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce had not yet ended. The hotel door was closed, and a row of lampposts shone quietly in front of the lobby. The whole building was very solemn and dignified, as if no matter how noisy the street was, the sound could not be heard inside.

It's simply another world.

After taking a few glances, Wen Tingli looked away without hesitation. She was going back to the French Concession. The rickshaw drivers on this street probably only had licenses from the International Settlement. She had to go around the garden to another street to hail a rickshaw.

She wrapped the scarf tightly around her head and walked quickly across the street. At this moment, the door of the hotel opened, and elegant music and laughter poured out from the door. A large number of well-dressed guests came out, and it seemed that the party was over.

Wen Tingli looked straight ahead, but when she turned the corner, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked on the road ahead. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat at the first sight, but a few Cantonese-speaking wealthy businessmen walked up to the car, chatting and laughing, and drove away in the Rolls-Royce.

Wen Tingli turned around and continued walking.

There is snow under my feet, and my shoes make a squeaking sound when I step on it. In this late night street, this slightly mechanical and crisp sound has a vaguely comforting power.

Suddenly, other sounds were mixed with the sound of footsteps in the snow.

It was the sound of footsteps. If what happened the night before hadn't happened, Wen Tingli might not have cared much, but this time she immediately glanced back vigilantly and vaguely saw a figure quickly retreating into the shadow of the corner, and she couldn't help but squint.

She tried to quicken her pace, and sure enough, the footsteps behind her also quickened.

She remained calm, but her right hand secretly reached for the pistol in her coat pocket. At the same time, she looked up and observed her surroundings. After learning skills from Sister Li and Liu Xiangzhi for so long, she was not unable to deal with a few stalkers.

Although this is a downtown area, it is not a residential area. On the right is the high wall of the hotel garden. On the left side of the road, there are only cars whizzing past, and there are no pedestrians around.

Once the gunshot is heard, there is no guarantee that it will not attract attention. Before taking action, she has to plan her retreat route.

In front of her was the back door of the Garden Hotel. Since it was a front door, there must be a guard there. She quickly walked around the wall to the street light at the back door. This way, the stalker behind her would be exposed.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone came out from the back door of the hotel. Wen Tingli wanted to stop and wait to see who that person was, but she was distracted and bumped into him.

This man was tall and very alert. He moved away before Wen Tingli touched him. But when he saw Wen Tingli's face clearly, he was obviously stunned.

There was snow on the ground, and Wen Tingli slipped inevitably after the collision. The man subconsciously helped her up, but she didn't bother to keep her footing, she just stared at the other person in a daze. The young man's appearance and temperament were both outstanding, and it could only be Lu Shicheng.

"Mr. Lu, are you okay?" Someone came up to ask. Lu Shicheng shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but his eyes were still looking at Wen Tingli with a deep look in them.

At this time, Wen Tingli swayed again because she didn't stand firmly. He helped her again, calmed herself down, nodded to her, and walked towards the street.

It turned out that his Rolls-Royce was parked at the back door of the hotel.

At this moment, Wen Tingli's soul had come back and her expression had stabilized. When he turned around, she retracted her gaze without hesitation, calmed her mind, and continued to move forward. She did not notice that the snow had covered the cracks in the bricks on the road. The heel of her boot was accidentally embedded in the cracks in the stone on the ground. She could not pull it out, so she had to hold the sycamore tree on the side of the road with one hand, bend down and pull it out with force.

She didn't expect that she couldn't pull it out for a long time, and she couldn't help but let out a frustrated "tsk".

Lu Shicheng had just walked to the car door when he heard the noise and couldn't help but turn around to look at her.

Fortunately, at this time, Wen Tingli finally successfully took out her boots and put them back on her feet. She stood up and strode forward. After walking for a while, she remembered that there was a large residential area ahead. At this time, and it was a snowy night, she was afraid that she would not be able to get a rickshaw for a while. Moreover, if she continued to walk in the snow like this, her legs would be too cold.

After much thought, she felt that the best way was to go back to the Garden Hotel and ask the waiter to help her call a taxi. When she heard the sound of Lu Shicheng driving away, she immediately headed back home slowly, but unexpectedly the back door of the hotel was closed.

I guess the back door was opened temporarily to make it easier for Lu Shicheng to go in and out. Wen Tingli felt very regretful. She should have asked her driver to pick her up earlier.

Helplessly, she had to lean against a roadside sycamore tree and continue waiting for a rickshaw.

Looking at the dancing snowflakes, her heart regained peace. She couldn't help but reach out to catch the snowflakes. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound above her head, and large flakes of snow fell on her face. She couldn't dodge it and her head was covered with it. She was patting her hair in embarrassment when the sound of a car suddenly came from the road ahead.

He glanced up unhappily and was suddenly startled.

It was him. He turned around in front and drove back.

Lu Shicheng drove the car straight to Wen Tingli, stopped, got out of the car, walked around from the front to the side, and opened the door in front of her.

He didn't look at her, but looked in another direction.

Wen Tingli looked to the other side with a stern face.

A gust of cold wind blew and she couldn't help but shiver, but her feet seemed to be rooted and refused to move.

If the stalemate continues like this, the two of them will be frozen into popsicles in the street.

It doesn't matter.

but--

It wouldn't be a pity if he froze to death. She would not die until she became the new generation movie emperor. She also remembered that someone had followed her before. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. If that person came back, she couldn't fight him barefoot.

I glanced at him angrily. In just a short while, his clothes were already covered with a layer of snow, as were his hair and shirt collar...

It seemed that unless a car came to pick her up, he would not leave her alone. She bit her lip, turned her eyes and said calmly, "Thank you."

Without even looking at him, she bent down and got into the car.

(End of this chapter)