Chapter 1 Wife Selection Banquet
Hongjiang City at night is full of splendid luxury and mystery.
Going around the fountain garden, the manor was full of flowers, and a black Bentley parked in the parking space.
A silver stiletto heel fell down, and a pearl anklet was tied to the slender white ankle. The evening breeze gently blew the white gauze skirt that reached the calf, and the back skirt had a black gradient smudge and On the ground, a pair of slender jade-like legs were decorated with black gauze roses.
Bloomingly visible, a tattoo of a butterfly flutters on the white glaze-like ankle, swaying under the black gauze skirt as she steps.
Meng Ying looked at the brightly lit club in front of her. She subconsciously pressed the hem of her skirt that was blown up by the evening breeze, and her fair and slender legs were shadowed under the interlacing lights.
After Meng Ying got off the car, she stood slowly on one side. Also getting off the car with her were her sister Meng Yuan and mother Dong Zhilan.
The Meng family has two daughters. The eldest daughter, Meng Yuan, was raised as a socialite since she was a child. She is proficient in English and French. She graduated from the Berklee College of Music. Her cello song "Tide Wandering" made her shine, and she entered the entertainment industry. , the marketing is also very flattering, the persona is that if you don't become popular, you will go home and inherit the family property, the daughter of a rich man worth hundreds of millions.
She was even more proud of herself. Her light purple feathered tube top and embroidered dress covered her exquisite figure. She was holding a black embroidered handbag from D in her hand. Meng Yuan glanced at it and stood on the side of the car. Meng Ying raised her eyebrows a little, "Mom, Master Sheng invited me tonight. You really shouldn't let Meng Ying come with you. She is such a boring person, have you forgotten? She accidentally hit her before After turning over the coffee, Master Sheng happened to be nearby, and the white shirt worth 30,000 yuan was so dirty. She offended Master Sheng even if I didn't help her clean up the aftermath."
There was a hint of complaint in this tone. proud.
Deyi himself caught Sheng Shao's eyes.
Meng Ying pursed her lips slowly, lowered her eyes, and followed them quietly. Dong Zhilan glared at the little daughter, "Yuanyuan, Aying is your sister. If you bring her into your circle, you should support your sister."
Business has not been good in the past few years. Dong Zhilan has a strong temperament. This year, several projects invested by the Meng family suffered heavy losses. Meng Qinglin had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. If this continues, he is not far from bankruptcy. Dong Zhilan is also anxious. If this happens to the Sheng family , it can be said to have soared.
Dong Zhilan had made two preparations. If Master Sheng did not fall in love with Meng Yuan, there would still be Meng Ying in the Sheng family.
The two daughters of the Meng family are both extremely beautiful, and Meng Yuan is bright and brilliant.
Meng Ying, on the other hand, has a quiet temperament and is exceptionally beautiful in the night. She is obviously wearing an ordinary dress and her makeup is not as elaborate as Meng Yuan's. But as soon as she gets out of the car, she attracts countless attention.
This little daughter lives up to her name.
The voice is soft and melodious, with unique timbre quality. The breeze is rustling in the eloquent words, and the voice is soft to the bone. Everyone who heard this had a shock in their hearts. Many young talents just heard Meng Ying's voice and made frequent invitations, but Meng Ying rejected them all.
Who doesn’t know that the cruise dinner hosted by the Sheng family tonight is a wife selection banquet for Master Sheng.
All those who came were socialites Shuli.
Last month, the young master of the Sheng family just returned from Wall Street with great momentum. The Sheng family even cleared the road and laid a ladder for the young master. I heard that tonight, in order to build momentum for the young master, even the Liang family members Please come.
That is the Liang family that has the deepest roots in Hong Kong for a century and controls the entire Hong Kong economy.
It is said in the public that Gangcheng’s surname is Liang.
I just don’t know which member of the Liang family is here.
Meng Yuan was carrying the hem of her skirt. The light purple feather skirt moved gently across the steps with her steps, and the light was dripping. Dong Zhilan specially found a channel to borrow the high-definition dress today, and only borrowed it for his eldest daughter. Just to stand out at Young Master Sheng's wife selection banquet, even if he loses in the end, he can still earn a wave of attention. At this moment, Meng Yuan murmured in a low voice, with the expectation of a girl, "I wonder if I will be able to see the Mr. Liang family tonight."
This was still heard by Dong Zhilan, "Are you talking about the current head of the Liang family? Don't even think about it. When that person looked at us, it was because our ancestors were burning incense." She glanced at her as she spoke Someone urged from behind, "Meng Ying, hurry up!"
Meng Ying held the hem of the white gauze skirt and slowly followed the footsteps of her mother and sister into the European-style building in front of her.
The white ceramic tiles cast a layer of high-end, shimmering virtual shadow under the illumination of the European-style crystal gilt chandelier.
It’s a feast of wine, luxury and splendor.
Dong Zhilan was going to take Meng Yuan to greet Young Master Sheng, but there were too many people around Sheng Ye. Meng Ying originally followed, but was squeezed out by a few celebrities, so Meng Ying simply wandered around the banquet hall.
Monet's "Water Lilies" hangs on the ten-meter-high wall. This is a replica, and the original is also collected by Mr. Sheng. The price of this replica is also circulated at auctions. The price is extremely high, and the painting technique is almost the same as the real one. Like water lilies.
This is a manor owned by the Sheng family. It was Mr. Sheng’s 18th birthday gift to Sheng Ye.
Meng Ying watched as Dong Zhilan and Meng Yuan finally came to Sheng Ye. He was indeed the famous young master in Hongjiang, the young master of the Sheng Group. The protagonist tonight was twenty-six years old, dressed in white Jasons Shu embroidery. Advanced customization, slim and neat figure. Meng Ying stood next to him, greeting him shyly with a faint pink smile on her cheeks.
Sheng Ye didn't look at Meng Yuan. When he raised his eyes, he passed through the crowd and landed on Meng Ying inadvertently. All he saw was a trace of his back.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, the light fell on the piano player, melodious piano music flowed, the light beam changed, and the banquet hall became a dance floor.
Dong Zhilan was busy taking Meng Yuan to socialize, smiling happily with several ladies. Occasionally, he glanced at Meng Ying and saw her standing in a corner of the rest area with her head lowered, talking to the youngest daughter of the Li family. The Li family was also in decline. They have all been kicked out of the upper class, and now they are living under the protection of their ancestors. The daughter of the Li family has begun to work as a female influencer on the Internet, a makeup expert.
She complained even more about this little daughter in her heart. She knew what was the use of making friends with these bankrupt daughters? It's not embarrassing either.
Thinking of this, Dong Zhilan pinched the hem of her skirt and strode over, "Meng Ying." The faint smile on Meng Ying's cheeks instantly shrunk. She lowered her eyes to see that Dong Zhilan had walked to her side, and sipped Lower lip, "Mom"
Dong Zhilan's delicately made-up cheeks are majestic. She is like this at work and at home, especially when facing Meng Ying, she never feels that this little What future can my daughter have? "I know you don't like this occasion, that's all. If you don't like it, just find a place to disappear. Don't be embarrassed here! I shouldn't have brought you here tonight. Your sister and I are busy working hard for the family industry." , look at you.”
Miss Li's face left with an angry look on her face.
Meng Ying didn't even raise her eyes, she just kept flicking them meekly. There was a hint of 'um' in his nasal voice before he turned around and left, leaving a sour feeling in his chest.
She quickly opened the door and went to the garden for a walk to take a breath. She thought that when the party was over at half past nine, she would be able to go back.
Tonight, she is here to accompany Meng Yuan.
Everyone who has business dealings with the Meng family knows that there is a daughter of the Meng family named Meng Yuan. Meng Ying is rarely mentioned. Even Dong Zhilan holds champagne and smiles at a gathering with several sisters in the boudoir. She would not take the initiative to mention Meng Ying when she was in class, because Meng Yuan was far from being mentioned to make her proud. She was an outstanding cellist in the country, graduated from Berkeley, and entered the entertainment industry with many stars.
Dong Zhilan will use up his last connections to pave the way for his eldest daughter.
Meng Ying seems to have been living in the shadow of her sister.
The back garden is quiet, and a door cuts off the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall.
This manor of the Sheng family is in Western style. There are many precious flowers planted in the back garden. Meng Ying walked forward with her skirt in hand. She looked at the roses blooming in the night and lowered her head slightly to smell it. The fragrance of roses is very light, but in a sea of roses, the fragrance is full of fragrance when blown by the evening breeze.
At 8:30 in the evening, it started to rain lightly.
The rain was like silk, and the October night was cool. The rain fell on her skin. Meng Ying walked through the long sea of flowers corridor with her skirt in hand. When she was about to go back to the banquet hall, she recalled Dong Zhilan's voice in her mind, "Look for Give me a place to disappear, don’t be embarrassed here!”
Her steps suddenly stopped.
The rain was slippery and it was difficult to walk in high heels, especially the pair under Meng Ying's feet. She simply took off her shoes and carried them in her hands, preparing to find a place to take shelter from the rain.
The rain washed down the rose stand and fell to the ground. The pink petals quickly withered. Meng Ying bent down and picked up a rose flower that had been washed away by the rain.
Suddenly at this time she heard a thin cat meowing through the rain.
Meng Ying pushed aside the green plants and saw a little orange cat trembling and huddled here, with a weak voice and helpless pleading. The hair on its body was soaked by the rain, and its life was passing by.
The weather at the end of October has turned cold.
Meng Ying took off her shawl and carefully held the orange cat in her arms.
The cat was protected in her arms, and she was trembling.
The rain poured down on her face, and her long, silky black hair stuck to her face awkwardly. She held the cat and stood blankly in the rain and fog, not knowing where to go.
It’s just raining. Instead of everyone in the banquet hall wearing masks and conversing in a conciliatory manner, some ladies want to climb up the ladder at this wife selection banquet, which is the epitome of the upper class’s desire for money.
Here, more freedom.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove over, its headlights piercing the night fog, the luxury car drove smoothly, the manor was very large, but their car could be parked directly in the private parking lot in front of the banquet hall area.
License plate number red L·4444
The rain was pouring outside. Liang Jincong looked through the rain-mottled car window and looked at a white figure standing among the rose flowers. She was barefoot, She was holding the shoes in her right hand, and her whole body was drenched. The white gauze skirt was soaked by the water and stuck to her body. Under the dark skirt, she had a pair of slender legs like jade.
She seemed oblivious, lowering her head and hugging the kitten tightly in her arms.
I was soaked like this, and the only warm shawl was wrapped around the kitten.
As the car passed by, the rain washed the windows, and Liang Jincong saw the butterfly tattoo on the woman's ankle in a blurry and clear manner. It flashed by. He held his temple with one hand and his eyes were stern.
There was no emotion in the man's eyes, and the car windows were stained with rain. The car quickly arrived at the location, and the black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked directly at the door of the banquet hall.
The butler of the Sheng family was guarding here. When he saw the license plate from far to near, he immediately dialed the internal phone number and told him to rush over. He paid great attention to it. The head of the Sheng family, Sheng Dongqing, came to greet him personally.
The black umbrella was stretched above his head. Liang Jincong got out of the car and walked a few steps. He held the black gold umbrella handle and slowly turned back. The ink rose skirt was faintly visible in the rain and mist. He handed the umbrella to the driver and whispered, "Give me the umbrella." She. "
The driver was someone who had been with him for more than ten years. He was very good at observing people and was a little surprised when he took the order.
Mr. Liang rarely showed mercy to women, and it was unusual for him to take the initiative to offer him an umbrella.
(End of this chapter)