C7

Qiao Ruo was holding a silk parasol, blocking out the late summer sun.

As soon as she left the room, Auntie Yu sent Mama Meng to follow her from afar.

A wave of heat surrounded her, and Qiao Ruozhu quickened his pace. Within a few minutes, he had arrived at the door of the Italian café on the south side of the alley.

Gu Jun was already waiting there. He drove here even faster than Qiao Ruo initially.

Today, he wore a white shirt, dark blue trousers, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and elegant.

From afar, he saw Qiao Ruo Chu walking over.

The young girl's hair was tied up in a bun under the sunlight. Her facial features were picturesque, and her white skin was like fine white jade. She was like a newly blossomed magnolia.

Countless ripples appeared in Gu Jun's heart.

"Hello, Young Noble Zhi, I've made you wait for a long time." While he was lost in thought, Qiao Ruoxi had already arrived in front of him. She smiled as she greeted him. Her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were curved, making her look very cute.

"Hello, Ruoxi, come in." He was a little nervous.

The waiters on either side made a gesture of invitation, and Qiao Ruozhu followed him into the café.

Gu Jun asked for a private room with a frosted glass partition and a transparent curtain that blocked the peeping from outside. It was very suitable for lovers.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous, Qiao Ruozhu was a little uncomfortable.

Gu Jun was already 21 years old, and he had already reached the age of marriage. Gu Fangfang had also found a few young talents for him, but he hadn't taken a fancy to any of them.

He had come back from school in Denmark, had been educated in the West, was opposed to the orders of his parents, and had no choice but to let him go.

The cold air in the cafe was just right, and after a while, she felt more comfortable than she had outside. When Koo asked her what she wanted to drink, she ordered a blueberry mousse and a cup of black tea.

Koo ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee for himself.

She rarely drank it, but she was happy to smell the aroma of the coffee.

She found the aroma of the coffee rich and bitter and flavorful.

"Ruo Chu, what do you usually do at home?" Gu Jun wasn't someone who could chat very well. On the contrary, he was a bit restrained.

"There's nothing to do in normal times. Sleep, read the newspapers, and occasionally go out for a walk." Qiao Ruo Chu didn't explain it all. In fact, every once in a while, Qiao Ruo Chu would listen to her father's melody. It was always from Bei Ping's side.

Her father had come down from Beiping, and her ancestors were the imperial mausoleum overseer. They had hidden blueprints for several generations to build the mausoleum, as well as a map of its distribution.

In her grandfather's generation, when the Qing dynasty was gone and all the armies were openly and secretly plotting for the imperial mausoleum, he had to change his name and hide with the blueprints he had left behind.

Qiao Qingya was born in a hidden alley in Beiping. When he was a few years old, he followed his father and secretly went south to settle down in Xiangcheng. He started his silk business as a teenager and in the past few decades, they had never revealed their ancestral identity to the outside world.

However, Qiao Qingya was influenced by his childhood. He liked the opera of Beiping and listened to some babbling records all day long.

When Qiao Ruo was affected by him for the first time, she would listen to a tune to pass the time.

Of course, she couldn't tell this to Gu Jun.

Gu Jun didn't really like girls socializing outside all day. He liked girls like Qiao Qingruo who didn't go out the door often and didn't wrap her feet up or read the women's scriptures. She wasn't poisoned by the dregs of the past and was as clean as a snow lotus on a tall mountain.

"In the future, you can come out often to watch movies. I'll ask you out." A trace of gentleness appeared in his eyes.

"Sure." she said, smiling.

She was about to leave the city. There was no need to refuse.

Gu Jun was overjoyed. When he smiled, it was very clear and bright, as if the sky had been washed away by rain.

Giorgio asked him some more about Denmark, and when he mentioned it, he went on and on for half an hour before he stopped talking.

She listened with great interest.

When it was lunch time, Qiao Ruo said she was afraid of worrying about her family, so she said goodbye.

Gu Jun walked Qiao Ruoxi home in a very gentlemanly manner. After watching her enter from the main entrance, he turned around and left in the car.

"Who is that young man?" When they entered, Aunt Yu asked Qiao Ruchu.

It turned out that Mama Meng had seen her talking to a handsome young man in front of a café. She thought to herself: So Miss went on a date.

When he returned, he reported everything to her truthfully.

The Qiao family wasn't a feudal and conservative family, if Qiao Ruo Chu had a boyfriend, the family wouldn't disagree.

"The young master of the Gu family." She answered truthfully.

Auntie Yu was stunned. She probably didn't think that the Gu family was so rich. It was not just in the Xiang City. Rumor had it that they had their own yarn factory in the whole of Jiangnan.

It would also be good if his daughter could have such a son-in-law.

Aunt Yu sighed. She felt very regretful that Wu Zhicheng had caught her attention.

It's been so lucky, she said sadly, getting up from the bedroom to pack her things.

Qiao Ruoxi went upstairs to her bedroom, took out the piece of emerald cabbage from the dresser drawer, and began to study it.

After dawdling upstairs for a while, Mama Meng called for lunch.

Qiao Ruo Chu wasn't hungry at all and went back to her room to sleep after a while.

He slept soundly, and the bed sheets were somewhat moist. When he woke up, it was already past noon, and the sun was gradually setting.

The car's horn sounded, followed by the creak of a metal door being pulled open.

Qiao Qingya had returned.

Qiao Ruochu quickly washed his face and changed into a dress before descending the stairs.

He was rocking in the living room on a rattan chair when she came down, creaking and rhythmical.

Aunt Yu cut up a plate of oranges, but he just looked at them and didn't eat them.

Qiao Ruoxi sat on the sofa opposite him, picked up a piece, and sucked the juice from her mouth.

"Next Wednesday at 7: 30 PM, I'll go to Shanghai first, then transfer from Shanghai to Beiping." He lowered his voice, afraid of being overheard.

Qiao Ruoxi nodded.

Today was Thursday, and there was still nearly a week left, which felt a little long.

"Be careful these few nights. The windows and doors are locked." Qiao Qingya was worried that Wu Zhicheng would send someone to kill his mouth at night, and told his daughter to be careful.

Qiao Ruoxi felt that her father's words weren't very useful. If they wanted to kill someone, they would be able to do so.

She prayed that the Bodhisattva would be safe before she left.