Overdo - Two Layers of Character Pattern

Two Layers of Character Pattern

After the dream, the high towers are locked tight; waking from wine, the curtains hang low. The sorrow of last spring returns once more; among the fallen blossoms, one stands alone, while in the fine rain, a pair of swallows fly together.

I remember when we first met, little Ping, in your dress patterned with double-layered characters. On the strings of the pipa, we spoke of longing; the bright moon of that time remains, having once shone upon the painted clouds returning.

The sound of cicadas in summer gradually grew sparse, and after a few cold rains, the chill of autumn began to rise. Outside the window stood a hibiscus flower, blooming with extreme brilliance; as she leaned against the practice barre, she felt dazed for a moment and mistook it for a rose. That rose from the morning, which she had hidden in her locker, still seemed to have its sweet, rich fragrance lingering on her fingertips. Lifting her head, she saw Teacher Zhou’s gaze sweeping over her in the mirror, so she quickly performed a few elegant "ronds de jambe," their fluidity and grace causing the teacher to show a smile.

The changing room was shared by all the girls, and chatter was inevitable. Xiaofan had the sharpest eyes and the loudest voice. "Susu! Where did this come from?" she laughed, snatching the rose into her hand. "It smells so good!" Mulan poked her head over with a grin. "Do you even need to ask? It must have been our Zhuang Chengzhi who gave it to her." Xiaofan waved the flower, looking mischievous. "I’m going to tell the teacher that Zhuang Chengzhi snuck into the flower bed again to pluck roses for his sweetheart."

Mulan smiled and hooked her arm around Susu’s shoulder. "Susu, how about I let you take the lead role? You and Zhuang Chengzhi dancing 'The Butterfly Lovers' would definitely be ten thousand times more in sync than when he dances with me." Ren Susu smiled and said, "If you say another word, I’m going to announce your secret!" Xiaofan chimed in, asking, "What secret?" But Susu remained silent. Mulan reached out to pinch her cheek. "You bad girl! You’re the worst one of all!"

A group of them walked out to have dinner, with Mulan and Susu lagging behind. Mulan had changed into a Western-style dress; seeing Susu put on that pearl-white skirt, she couldn't help but say, "Why do you always wear these?" She took Susu’s arm. "Come eat with me."

Susu shook her head. "No thanks. Last time I went with you, it made me so anxious." Mulan said, "You are too rigid. They were just joking; they didn't mean anything else. Besides—among that group of people, even picking one at random would be a good catch. Don't tell me you really want to dance for your whole life?" Susu smiled. "I know, I know. I know you are going to marry into a prominent family, and you won't have to worry about food or clothing as a young mistress. My fate is just to dance for a lifetime." Mulan scoffed, saying, "You mean you’re willing to dance with Zhuang Chengzhi for a lifetime, right?" Susu made a gesture as if to hit her. The two walked out and saw a shiny black Chevrolet parked across the street. Inside the car, someone beckoned to Mulan from afar. Mulan’s eyes lit up; she greeted Susu and hurried over.

Susu watched the car drive away and stood by the street for a while. Zhuang Chengzhi approached and asked, "Have you been waiting long?" She lifted her face to look at him—a fair, bright face like the autumn sun, shining straight into one’s heart. She smiled and said, "I just came down." The two went to eat wontons together.

The faint aroma of seaweed and the snow-white, translucent wrappers made Susu break into a light sweat, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe it away. She heard Chengzhi ask her, "What’s wrong with Mulan lately? She’s always absent-minded." He was Mulan’s dance partner, so he could naturally tell that her heart wasn't in her practice. Susu said, "She has a new boyfriend." Chengzhi asked, "The one who just drove up?" Susu nodded, and Chengzhi said, "He must be from a wealthy family, right?"

It was more than just wealthy—rumor had it that his family had a very powerful background. There was one time Susu couldn't refuse Mulan’s insistence and was dragged along to dinner. It was her first time eating Western food. The shimmering crystal chandeliers, the gleaming floors, the polished silverware—that world seemed to shine with brilliance. The people there were also trendy and beautiful. Mulan was poised and natural; she wasn't afraid of anyone who challenged her to a drinking contest. During the meal, a young gentleman named He Zhongze, who loved to tease Mulan, insisted that she finish her glass. She said, "Drink then!" and tilted her head back to down the entire glass, her emerald leaf-shaped earrings swaying like a swing, glowing with a deep green in the light. The others cheered loudly, and He Zhongze said, "Little Xu, your girlfriend is straightforward and a good sport!" Mulan just smiled playfully. Later, He Zhongze spoke to her again: "Miss Fang has finished hers; shouldn't Miss Ren also show some spirit?" She had never seen such a scene before; her face turned red instantly. Finally, Mulan’s boyfriend, Xu Changning, smoothed things over for her. "Miss Ren truly doesn't know how to drink, unlike you lot who are used to fooling around. Don't scare her."

After the meal, Xu Changning called for a car to send her and Mulan back. Mulan joked with her, "Susu, that Mr. He seems very interested in you." It turned out she was right; the very next day, He Zhongze came to ask her out for a meal. She declined him coldly. Mulan lamented for a long time on her behalf. "My dear, that is the eldest son of He Yuancheng! You wouldn't even give him a second glance?" Susu asked in return, "Who is He Yuancheng?" Mulan looked at her with a mix of crying and laughter, only managing to say after a long while, "You are really—don't tell me you don't even know who Murong Feng is?" This made her laugh, and she finally remembered that He Yuancheng was a famous political figure. This Mr. He still came to ask her out from time to time, but she simply avoided him.

Mulan arrived late, was scolded by the teacher, and was punished with extra practice. When everyone else had left, Susu quietly returned to check on her. Mulan was practicing leg extensions, and as soon as she saw Susu, she stopped and asked, "Has Teacher Zhou left?"

"She's gone."

Mulan stuck out her tongue, her face covered in glistening sweat. She took a towel to wipe herself off, leaned against the practice barre, and asked lazily, "Susu, tomorrow is Sunday, come out and have some fun with me." Susu shook her head. "No thanks. I can't handle those friends of your Mr. Xu." Mulan said, "There won't be anyone else tomorrow, just him and me." Susu smiled. "Then what would I be doing? Playing the third wheel?" Mulan’s beautiful eyes blinked at her. "His younger sister will be there, too. Please, keep me company; I’m begging you."

She laughed. "It's the ugly bride who is afraid of meeting her in-laws; you aren't ugly, so why are you afraid of his younger sister?"

Mulan groaned, "Susu—" then pressed a hand to her chest and said, "I don't know why, but the moment I think about meeting his family, my heart starts thumping." She clasped her hands together. "I’m begging you, for the sake of our years of friendship, please come with me. I’ll definitely be terrified if I'm all alone."

Susu couldn't withstand her pestering and had to agree.

The next morning, Mulan came to pick her up. Susu looked her over; Mulan was still wearing a Western dress but had applied light makeup, and her hair hung over her shoulders, tied with just a silk ribbon shaped into a bow, looking both playful and beautiful. Susu couldn't help but smile. "This look is truly beautiful." Mulan reached out and picked up the dark, thick braid of hair on Susu’s chest. "Hey, your hair has grown this long? You can't tell when you have it tucked away."

It was another Western-style meal, and the atmosphere among the four of them was stifling. Xu Changning’s younger sister, Xu Changxuan, wore a well-tailored Western suit without much gaudy jewelry, save for a nearly six-carat diamond ring on her finger that shone like a star embedded in the skin. She was polite enough to Mulan, calling her "Miss Fang," but there was a certain coldness in that politeness. Susu, who never spoke much to begin with, became even quieter seeing that Mulan was silent. She only listened to the Xu siblings exchanging casual remarks. Noticing the cold atmosphere, Xu Changning tried to stir up conversation, asking Xu Changxuan, "Is there any news in Wuchi? Tell us about it." Xu Changxuan said, "What kind of news could there be—though, there is one thing. I ran into Jinrui today, and she kept asking about the bet from last time, saying you still owe her a meal. Jinrui also said they are going to the racecourse today. Big brother, let's go horse riding later."

Xu Changning pondered for a moment, and Xu Changxuan added, "Miss Fang and Miss Ren should come along to have some fun, too. It’s more fun with more people, anyway."

Xu Changning glanced at Mulan. Not wanting to give Xu Changxuan an impression of being small-minded on their first meeting, Mulan quickly said, "That sounds great. Besides, Susu and I are both people who love to join in the excitement."

After eating, they went to the racecourse. Only upon arrival did they realize it was a private one. Backed by mountains and facing a lake, the scenery was picturesque. It was late autumn, but the grounds were covered in imported, high-grade grass that remained lush and green like a carpet. The maple and sycamore trees along the road had turned red. Outside the waist-high white fence stood several tall ginkgo trees; the wind blew through them with a rustling sound, scattering small, golden-yellow fans across the ground. Seeing such beautiful scenery, Susu couldn't help but feel refreshed in both body and mind.

Going into the dressing room to change into riding gear, Susu said, "I’d better not change; I don't know how to ride anyway." Mulan said, "It’s very easy, and it’s really fun. I’ve come here to play before, and it was truly interesting. Since it's your first time, I'll have someone hold the reins for you; after two laps, you'll have the hang of it."

After changing and coming out, someone was indeed waiting there holding two docile horses. Xu Changning smiled and said, "I specially chose the two most obedient horses for the two young ladies." Mulan asked, "What about Miss Xu?" Xu Changning tilted his chin; looking into the distance, Susu saw that under the sunlight, a single rider had already galloped far away, appearing truly vigorous and swift enough to kick up no dust.

Susu had never tried to get close to a horse before; she only felt they were colossal creatures, and she was both timid and afraid. Fortunately, the groom had excellent patience. "Miss, please mount from the left front; do not approach from behind, or you might get kicked." Then, he gripped the reins and taught her the key points of mounting. She did, after all, have a background in dance, and she stepped onto the horse with light, nimble ease. The groom loosened the reins and walked the horse slowly, earnestly correcting her posture point by point. By the time she had completed two large laps, Mulan and Xu Changning were long gone; she knew they must have hidden away somewhere else to exchange private words. She saw that the groom, out under the blazing sun, was already drenched in sweat. Feeling uneasy, she said, "Please, take a rest. I’ll walk a lap by myself to try." The groom was a young man with a straightforward nature; hearing her say this, he assumed she wanted to try on her own, so he smiled and said, "Then you must be a little careful." He handed the reins to her to hold and walked back to the stables himself.

Susu wasn't particularly afraid and let the horse walk slowly, following the track southward. She could hear the wind rustling the leaves of the nearby trees, and the sunlight shone on the azure lake not far away, casting ripples of light that looked like scattered gold. The stables were already far behind, with only the outlines of the buildings visible in the distance. Everything around her was quiet, and she could hear the chirping of insects in the grass. Involuntarily, she felt a slight panic rising in her heart. Just then, she faintly heard what sounded like hoofbeats. The sound approached rapidly, growing closer and clearer with each moment. Raising her eyes, she saw a rider galloping straight down from the hillside in the distance. Seeing the speed of their approach, she hurriedly tried to dodge to the side, but in her flustered state, she yanked the reins too hard. The force was too great, and the horse immediately recoiled two steps. Even more panicked, she pulled the reins tighter. The horse was a purebred Holstein, an animal usually extremely delicate, and having been forced twice, it let out a long neigh and broke into a full gallop, charging forward. Caught off guard, she nearly fell from the saddle; fortunately, her reflexes were sharp, and she threw her weight forward, barely managing to stay on. However, the horse went wild, charging recklessly forward, heading straight toward the oncoming rider.

The other rider was very calm. Seeing the situation, he pulled his reins to turn his horse's head to let her pass. In the instant their paths crossed, with quick eyes and swift hands, he grabbed her reins. The horse let out another long neigh and struggled violently; she felt a jolt and lost her balance, falling straight down. In that split second, like a flash of lightning, a pair of arms hooked around her waist. Her braid came undone, and her long, waterfall-like hair scattered in the wind, forming a dark, glossy arc. In a dizzying, dreamlike blur, she saw only a pair of eyes—dark and profound like the lake water from before, with flecks of gold shimmering in the sunlight as they gazed straight at her.

Heaven and earth went still, leaving only him and her. It was so close—she had never been this near to a man, nearly close enough that there was no obstacle at all. He had a faint, pleasant scent of tobacco and peppermint water about him. His arm was still clasped around her waist, and through her clothes, she could still feel the warmth of his skin. His forehead hair was tousled by the wind, brushing softly against his clear brow. He asked, "Who are you?" She was terrified to the extreme; she didn't know how to explain anything, nor did she know who he was. In extreme panic, she simply lowered her head, letting her water-like hair fall in layers, as if hoping to block her line of sight, which made her feel safe.

The sound of clattering hooves approached. Two or three riders came down from the hillside, all dressed in similar black riding attire. From afar, they shouted anxiously, "Third Young Master, has something happened?"

He looked back and said, "It's nothing." Then he looked down at her and asked, "Are you hurt?" She subconsciously shook her head. Those riders had caught up and dismounted before them; several of them looked at her with bewildered and suspicious expressions. She became even more flustered and instinctively shrank back. He, however, very naturally added a hint of pressure to his arm, as if to comfort her, saying, "It's fine, it's already fine."

He turned his face to speak to the others, his tone changing instantly, becoming extremely stern. "This young lady does not know how to ride. Who let her out on the track alone? Such a dangerous thing—do you only intend to be satisfied once an accident has occurred?" A few words were enough to make the men lower their heads. Susu gradually steadied herself and saw two horses approaching side-by-side in the distance; it was Mulan and Xu Changning. Seeing familiar faces, her heart couldn't help but relax. Only then did she realize she was still in his embrace, and her face flushed red. She said, "Thank you, please let me down." Shy and frightened, her voice was as low as a fly's buzz. He, however, heard her. He flipped off the horse, turned around, and reached out his hand without hesitation. She hesitated slightly, but finally placed her hand in his. Feeling her body grow light, she was practically carried down by him.

Just as she stood steady, Mulan and Xu Changning had galloped over. Xu Changning let out an "Oh," and after dismounting, he echoed the others, saying, "Third Young Master." He then laughed. "I was just telling Changxuan that since Jinrui arrived, you would likely come over as well." Mulan also dismounted and hurried over in a few steps to take her hand, asking in shock and repeatedly, "What happened?" She was an extremely clever person; seeing the situation, she understood somewhat and asked again, "You didn't fall, did you?"

Susu shook her head. She saw that Third Young Master nonchalantly tapping his boot spurs with his riding crop, when suddenly, without warning, he turned his gaze toward her. Just then, a gust of wind blew; she used her hand to smooth her long hair and slowly lowered her head. She heard him say, "You invite guests to my place, yet you don't look after the young lady properly. If she had fallen, let's see how you would have handled the aftermath." Xu Changning laughed, "Good thing you appeared in time." Susu was merely surprised in her heart; listening to his tone, it turned out he was the owner of this racecourse. For such a magnificent racecourse, she never would have expected the owner to be such a young man. Then she heard him say, "Changning, invite me to dinner tonight. Your family's Master Chef's crab meat lion's head meatballs are truly authentic." Xu Changning’s face beamed with joy. "I’m truly flattered by your praise." The Third Young Master seemed to be on familiar, unceremonious terms with him, merely laughing, "As if you'd be flattered. Let’s make it a deal; it's settled." A servant to the side stepped forward and whispered something into his ear. The Third Young Master raised an eyebrow. Xu Changning asked, "What is it?" He smiled and said, "I forgot myself; Father asked me to go to Mang Lake this afternoon to look at the new airport." He looked up, squinting at the sun, and said, "Either way, I'm late; I'll have to tell a lie later."

Seeing the servants all wearing looks of distress, Xu Changning laughed, "Look at your lack of courage; it really reflects poorly on your Third Young Master. He isn't afraid, so what are you afraid of?" The Third Young Master laughed and said, "Don't try to provoke me here. I keep my word; I will definitely come to your residence tonight to impose on you. I'll give Old Song a call later; if Father asks, I'll just tell him to cover the lie for me."

Hearing him say this, Xu Changning was pleased. He suddenly remembered and said, "I haven't introduced the two young ladies yet." So he said, "Mulan, Miss Ren, this is Third Young Master Murong." The Third Young Master, however, replied, "Why talk such nonsense in front of outsiders? I have a name: Murong Qingyi."

Mulan had already vaguely guessed that his status was extraordinary from his conversation with Xu Changning, but only now did she know he was the renowned Third Young Master Murong. She saw that he was barely in his twenties, playing with the python-skin riding crop in his hand; although he wore a look of nonchalance, he was truly as elegant and refined as a jade tree in the breeze. Xu Changning, who was already a man of distinguished appearance, was completely eclipsed. She only thought to herself that he truly resembled his mother, whose photo she often saw in the newspapers—dignified and noble.

Xu Changning indeed called home immediately, having people prepare to host them. By the time evening arrived, everything was ready. Susu originally did not want to go, but Mulan felt that although this trip to the Xu residence was not official, it was an unexpected joy, so how could she listen to Susu? With soft pleas, she coaxed her into accompanying her. Almost half-begging and half-persuading, she pulled her into the car.

The evening banquet at the Xu residence was merely an informal meal, yet in a prestigious family, the airs of status were naturally displayed in every gesture. Even Mulan curbed her usual temperament, sitting quietly like Lin Daiyu entering the Jia household. The meal finally concluded. When the servant brought out coffee, Murong Qingyi raised his eyebrows. "Why are we drinking this?" Xu Changning laughed. "I know, I’ve prepared tea for you." Sure enough, the servant brought over a celadon gaiwan. Murong Qingyi chuckled. "You’re truly lavish, using this to entertain guests." Xu Changning replied, "I was afraid you would complain that I only have common vessels here again!" Murong Qingyi said, "The 'sky-after-rain' azure porcelain from the Qianlong kiln I usually use was seen by my father once. For some reason, the old man was in a foul mood and called me a 'spendthrift' for no reason—truly bad luck."

Xu Changxuan, sitting to the side, interjected, "The set that Mother uses for daily entertaining is a truly excellent piece of Jun ware." Murong Qingyi smiled. "Mother has grown lazy lately; in previous years, she always loved tea parties and balls, but this year even large gatherings at home have become rare." As he spoke, he raised his hand to check his watch. "I must go; Father might have already sent people to find me."

Xu Changning did not press him to stay, only seeing him out personally. Mulan and Susu stayed for only another quarter of an hour before taking their leave. Xu Changning arranged for a car to take them back. Mulan’s home was in the city center, but Susu lived in the suburbs, so the car took her home last. After thanking them and watching the Xu family car depart, she turned and walked into the alley.

On the autumn night, the grass by the roadside was filled with the chirping of insects. However, the moon was full, spilling silver light that made the road look as smooth and bright as water or a mirror. She used the moonlight to rummage for her keys in her handbag. The house she lived in was a small courtyard with a few clusters of begonias planted under the fence, their lush foliage visible even in the moonlight. The courtyard gate had a small iron lock, rusted by wind and rain, making it difficult to open. As she lowered her head to unlock it, she heard someone behind her say, "Miss Ren."

She was startled, her hand trembling so that the keys fell to the ground. Turning around, she saw that the visitor’s face seemed somewhat familiar, though she couldn't recall where she had seen him. The man smiled and said, "Miss Ren, my surname is Lei. My master would like to invite you for a cup of tea; I wonder if you would be willing to do him the honor?" Only then did she remember that this Mr. Lei was an attendant of that Third Young Master, appearing by his side at both the racecourse and the Xu residence—no wonder he looked familiar. Since he referred to his employer as his "master," it must be the Third Young Master Murong. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she said, "It is too late; I will impose on Mr. Murong another time when there is an opportunity." Mr. Lei was polite and refined, saying, "It is only eight o'clock; it will not delay you long, Miss Ren." She did her best to refuse politely, so Mr. Lei had to turn and walk toward the side of the alley. It was only then that she saw two black cars parked in the shadows of the wall, invisible unless one looked closely. After a moment, she heard soft footsteps. Thinking it was Mr. Lei returning, her fear deepened. Unfortunately, she didn't know where that small key had fallen, and the more anxious she became, the harder it was to find.

The newcomer walked closer, the moonlight clearly illuminating his face. It was none other than Murong Qingyi himself. She never dreamed he would suddenly appear in such a squalid alley. Terrified and shocked, she took a step back. Yet he called out "Miss Ren" with a smile, looking around as he said, "Your place here is truly elegant and quiet."

She was frightened to the extreme. When he reached out to grasp her hand, she was so shocked and angry that she even forgot to struggle. He raised a hand, brushing through her long hair, which drifted and settled back onto her shoulders. She turned pale with fright and stumbled backward, but her back hit the courtyard gate. Her heart felt as if it were about to leap out of her chest. "Mr. Murong, please show some respect. I have a boyfriend."

His eyes flickered in the moonlight, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. Cold sweat beaded on her back. He grabbed her hand and walked toward the car. She felt dazed and lightheaded, only thinking to break free once they reached the vehicle. As she pulled back, he gave a firm tug; she lost her footing and lurched forward. He took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist, and they were inside the car. The attendant at the side closed the door, and the car started silently. She was gripped by inexplicable terror. "Where are you taking me?"

He did not answer, but fortunately, other than holding her hand, he made no other moves that made her uncomfortable. The car traveled for a long, long time before stopping. As soon as it halted, someone opened the door for them. He got out first and turned, extending his hand as before. The clothes on her back were already soaked through with cold sweat; she sat there like a marble statue, motionless. He insisted on keeping his hand outstretched, and in the end, she couldn't resist him and finally stepped out of the car. All around were towering trees, arching over a Western-style building. With the sparse and dense path lights and garden lanterns, the courtyard seemed unfathomably deep.

He said, "I have a gift for you." Still holding her hand, he walked along the stone path deeper into the garden. As if in a dream, she stumbled along behind him until they reached another courtyard. She heard him say, "Turn on the lights." Suddenly, the brilliant lights flared to life, and she gasped.

It was an endless expanse of green lotus flowers. The lights along the banks were like strings of pearls, extending far into the distance. Under the reflection of the lights, the breeze caused the green leaves to flip and dance, as elegant as canopies. It was late autumn, yet the lotus flowers here bloomed with serene beauty. The clusters of pink blossoms looked like jade bowls holding ripples of light, or beauties bathing in the moonlight standing over the waves. The scene was so dreamlike and illusory that she became completely entranced.

He smiled. "Is it beautiful? This place is fed by hot spring water, which is why there is such beautiful scenery even in October."

She smiled faintly, shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if a western wind had blown over a hibiscus, revealing the dense clusters of stamens. After a long while, she said softly, "It is beautiful."

He gave a soft chuckle, paused, and asked, "What is your name?"

The scent of lotus was faint and elusive, and the pond was shrouded in a light water mist; everything felt like an illusion. She lowered her head. "Ren Susu."

He whispered, "Susu... plain clothes and a simple heart; this name is excellent." She looked up to see him staring at her, her face flushing slightly before she slowly lowered her head again. Under the lights, the cool breeze blew, gently brushing the stray hairs at her neck, making her skin look even more like white jade. He couldn't help but ask, "Why did you stop smiling? You look very beautiful when you smile." Hearing him say this, Susu felt a sense of fear for reasons unknown and remained silent with her head bowed. He reached out to gently lift her chin, saying, "A famous flower and a beautiful woman bring joy to each other; hmm... although this poem is an old metaphor, this hibiscus and you are truly a perfect reflection of one another. Susu, do you not understand my intentions?" She hurried back a step, saying, "Third Young Master, I..." He kissed her suddenly. She felt her breath choke off; the warmth on her lips seemed to steal away all her thoughts, leaving only a terrified blankness. She began to struggle, but his arm was like an iron band. In her panic, she raised her hand and scratched his face. With a cry of pain, he finally let her go.

She was both shocked and terrified, her eyes filled with panic. He pressed his hand against the wound, and she heard only her own shallow, rapid breathing; her heart felt as if it were about to burst. He remained silent, only smiling after a moment. "I only learned today that I am actually so annoying."

She breathed laboriously; the clothes on her back were soaked in sweat, and the night wind made her shiver. She said, "I want to go home." Murong Qingyi was silent for another moment before saying, "Very well, I will have someone take you back."

Back in the car, she realized her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Her wrists bore two red marks from where he had gripped her, and a lingering fear crept through her heart. She watched the lights outside the car window flash by like shooting stars, fleeting and instantaneous, or like fireflies in summer, appearing and disappearing suddenly. Her wrists ached faintly, but the fear in her heart grew clearer and clearer.

It was ten o'clock in the morning before servants began to move about the mansion. The chrysanthemums by the swimming pool were in full bloom; special trellises had been set up to display them. A riot of colors fought for attention, the flowers as dense as brocade. The morning sunlight cast a pale golden glow, reflecting on the flowers like a waterfall of five-colored light—it was exceptionally beautiful. The breakfast table was set before the flower trellis, and breakfast was, as always, the responsibility of the Western-style chef. The three people dining occasionally emitted the sound of knives and forks lightly clicking together, then returning to silence—it was so quiet that the sound of the fountain splashing at the other end of the courtyard could be heard clearly. Just then, the sound of leather shoes walking on the corridor drifted from afar. Li Bozhe looked up; he couldn't see the person yet, but as the footsteps reached the corner, they faded, presumably having entered the house through the back door. He couldn't help but smile, saying to his wife beside him, "It must be Third Brother returning." Jinrui put down her knife and fork, picked up her coffee to take a small sip, and then said, "Mother, you should also discipline Third Brother. You let the people around him indulge him in acting recklessly. Look at this sneaking around; if Father sees him, he’s bound to be angry again.”

Madam Murong gave a faint smile, lifted her chin, and set down her napkin. The servant beside her quickly stepped forward, only to hear her order, "Go and see if Third Young Master has returned; if he has, tell him to come see me." The servant obeyed and went off. After a few moments, he indeed led Murong Qingyi in. He had already changed his clothes and, upon seeing the three of them, wore a beaming smile. "The family is all together today—Mother, Eldest Sister, and Brother-in-law are all here." Madam Murong, however, said, "Don't give me that cheeky grin. I ask you, why didn't you come home last night? Your father had people searching everywhere for you yesterday. I’m not covering for you this time; you can explain it to him yourself later."

Murong Qingyi remained smiling. "Father looked for me? The old man must have forgotten; I was ordered to go to Mang Lake yesterday, and it was too late to make it back." As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down. Jinrui, however, scoffed, set down her cup, and said, "Third Brother, stop lying. Why don't you explain what this is?" As she said this, she pointed at his face. Madam Murong finally took a closer look and realized there was a thin, long bloody scratch under his left eye. She asked in a hurry, "How did you get that?"

Murong Qingyi said with a smile, "I was on the mountain yesterday; a tree branch caught me." Madam Murong’s expression darkened. "Nonsense. This clearly looks like a fingernail scratch." Jinrui studied the wound carefully, pursed her lips, and smiled. "I’d bet money it was a woman who clawed you."

Murong Qingyi laughed. "Brother-in-law, listen to Eldest Sister’s words. It’s a wonder you’ve been able to stand her for so many years." Madam Murong said, "Don't try to change the subject or muddy the waters. Your father doesn't know about those things you do outside. If he finds out, he’ll have your hide."

Seeing her set her face in a mask of severity, Murong Qingyi chuckled gently. "Mom, don't be angry. Didn't the doctor say that getting angry causes wrinkles?" As he spoke, he winked at Jinrui. "Eldest Sister, if Mother gets wrinkles, it’ll be because you talked too much." Jinrui laughed. "You only know how to frame others. If Mother is angry, it’s because of you; what does it have to do with me?"

Murong Qingyi smiled. "How would I dare make Mother unhappy? I’m still counting on Mother to put in a good word for me." Madam Murong said, "I can't control you anymore. I’ll just have to tell your father to teach you a lesson so you’ll remember."

Murong Qingyi tried his best to appear annoyed. "It’s unavoidable either way. Fine, fine—I’ll just grit my teeth and take a beating." Madam Murong sighed. "Think about it yourself. Last time your father was that furious, why did you refuse to change your ways? Those people you hang out with aren't good; they don't know how to do decent work, only how to come up with frivolous schemes."

Jinrui scoffed again. "Mother, you are being biased. But then again, all parents in the world are biased. They always think their own children are good children, and even if they make mistakes, it must be because others instigated them."

Madam Murong scolded, "You child." Yet she knew full well that what Jinrui said was the truth. She was indeed biased, partly because her eldest son had died young, and she had perhaps been overly indulgent with this youngest son. But out of deep maternal love, she asked Murong Qingyi, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" She turned to someone and said, "Tell the kitchen to make another portion."

She looked closely at the wound on his face again and asked, "Who on earth scratched you? To be so ruthless—if it had been any higher, wouldn't it have hurt your eye?" She then asked the people beside them, "Which of you were with Third Young Master yesterday?"

Murong Qingyi said, "Mom, it’s not some major injury that broke bones or tendons. If you make such a big fuss calling them here to question them, and it reaches Father’s ears, I’m afraid I really will end up with broken bones."

At this point, Li Bozhe finally smiled. "Mother, don't worry. If Third Brother says it’s nothing, then it’s nothing." Jinrui also laughed. "Does this count as him suffering a loss? Our Third Brother has always been the one who makes women suffer; there’s absolutely no reason for him to be the one on the losing end." Murong Qingyi smiled. "Eldest Sister, why won't you let me off the hook today?" Jinrui said, "I’m doing this for your own good." She added, "Right now you’re a wild horse; don't you think there will be a day you'll be bridled? Later, I’m going to tell Miss Kang and see what she thinks about it."

Murong Qingyi replied with sudden agitation, "Why mention her? What is she to me?" The sibling bickering was something Madam Murong was accustomed to. Seeing her son get angry, she said, "I was just about to ask you. She hasn't come to the house for the past two months; what happened between you two?"

Murong Qingyi said, "Kang Minxian and I parted ways long ago. Don't bring her up to me again." Jinrui said, "Minxian is beautiful, intelligent, and kind. Among our family friends, it’s rare to find a girl as outstanding as her. Even Father praised her, saying 'she is as sagacious, virtuous, and wise as her name suggests.' Why did you treat her like that?" Murong Qingyi only grew impatient. "Mother, I have official business; I need to go." Without waiting for Jinrui to say anything more, he stood up.

Seeing him rush off, Madam Murong said, "Jinrui, what was that about today?" Jinrui replied, "I did it for his own good. Third Brother is young and reckless; I’m afraid he’ll stir up trouble, and if Father finds out later, we’ll all be in deep trouble."

Madam Murong said, "It’s precisely because he’s young that he’s always flirting about. Who hasn't gone through that stage? As long as he doesn't cause a major scandal, I’ll turn a blind eye and let him be. Your father keeps the tightest watch on him. If I push him any harder, I’m afraid things will turn sour. You know Third Brother’s temper; once his mood flares up, he won't listen to anyone. Last time your father was that angry, he didn't even make a sound. If he had been willing to say one soft word, why would he have provoked your father into such a rage? If I hadn't gone in to stop them, I don't know what your father might have done." She added, "Father and son—both have the same bad temper. Your father is the same, grabbing whatever is at hand. Third Brother is even more stubborn; he stared right at the paperweight coming toward him and refused to dodge even though he knew he would end up bleeding. It’s only now that his hair has grown long enough to cover that scar."

Jinrui laughed. "Mom, Father only disciplined him once, and you’ve mentioned it how many times now? This is what they mean by 'the blow hits the child’s body, but the pain is in the mother’s heart.'"

Meanwhile, Susu had skipped a day of classes, and Mulan went to find her as soon as her own lessons ended. The distance was too great, so she took a pedicab to get there. She got off at the mouth of the alley and walked in. It was the twilight hour, and every household was preparing dinner. On the coal stove by the side of the road, a casserole was simmering with steam rising from it. Groups of children were playing in the alley, their laughter sharp and piercing. Mulan saw from a distance that the courtyard gate was closed and wondered to herself if Susu wasn't home. Only when she drew closer did she notice the gate was actually only slightly ajar. She pushed the door open, entered the courtyard, and called out, "Susu." There was no answer. She walked forward a few steps and saw the door to the house was also only slightly ajar, so she called out again, "Susu." The lights were not on in the house, and a few rays of the setting sun shone through the west-facing window. In the dim light, she saw Susu lying on the bed. Hearing the footsteps, she slowly turned over and sat up, asking, "Why have you come?"

Mulan heard that her voice sounded normal. She was a frequent visitor, so she casually turned on the light and let out an "Oh," asking, "Why do you look so terrible? Are you sick?"

Susu shook her head. "I just have a headache, so I wanted to sleep for a while." Mulan said, "I knew you weren't feeling well, otherwise you wouldn't have skipped class." She added, "Changning is hosting a dinner tonight, and he intended to invite you along.”

Susu smoothed back her tangled hair and, for some reason, froze for a moment. Mulan continued, "There’s no one else; just him and Changxuan. They are treating us to Yangzhou cuisine."

Susu said, "In this state, I really can't go. Mulan, I am truly sorry." Mulan laughed, "Get up quickly, comb your hair, and wash your face; I guarantee you'll feel refreshed." She added, "Your illness comes from being cooped up. Go out, eat, and walk around—perhaps you’ll feel better." Susu forced a smile and said, "I really don't want to go." Mulan dragged her by the hand. "You have to eat, no matter how uncomfortable you are. I remember Yangzhou cuisine is your favorite. This time it’s at the Twenty-Four Bridges, an authentic Huaiyang restaurant." Without allowing for argument, she pushed Susu toward the washstand. "Go wash your face and change your clothes."

Left with no choice, Susu washed up and combed her hair as best she could before heading out with Mulan. The Twenty-Four Bridges was a trendy restaurant at the moment; they got off the car at the entrance, and a waiter respectfully led them to a private room on the third floor. The Xu siblings were already there. Once the four of them were seated, tea was brought in. First, they served the refreshments: four items including Yunsi cake, Hong Mansion zongzi, crispy sesame seed cakes, and zeng’er cakes. Susu noticed the tea in the cup was a jade-like green, emitting a pleasant, refreshing fragrance. The waiter whispered a question to Xu Changning, and Susu heard him reply, "Wait a little longer; the host hasn't arrived yet." Hearing this, Susu felt an indescribable sense of agitation in her heart. Before his voice had even faded, the door to the room opened. Hearing footsteps from behind the screen, her heart hammered; sure enough, Xu Changning stood up with a smile, "Third Young Master, as the host, how are you the last to arrive?"

She heard him chuckle, "I was delayed by a last-minute matter. My apologies for keeping you waiting." Only then did Susu raise her head to see him dressed in his military uniform. He casually removed his hat and handed it to the attendant behind him, but his gaze fell directly upon her. She quickly lowered her head to drink her tea, not realizing it had already gone lukewarm; it tasted slightly astringent in her mouth. She heard Xu Changning say, "You rushed over without even changing your clothes; you really have a bit of sincerity."

He laughed, "Not just a bit—a great deal of sincerity."

The dishes were served one by one; they were indeed exquisite, and the service was extremely attentive. Susu had no appetite and only took small bites. Chinese banquets are very time-consuming, and by the time the final soup was served, nearly two hours had passed. Xu Changning said, "Let’s go play cards later." Mulan said, "Susu and I have to go back; we have class tomorrow." Xu Changning said, "That’s fine, I’ll take you home." He paused, then added, "My car is full with the three of us. Third Young Master, please take Miss Ren home, would you?"

Susu hurriedly said, "No need, I can take a pedicab; it’s very convenient." Mulan also said, "Susu and I will just take a pedicab back together." Xu Changning insisted, "It’s already this late, and it’s a long way. Two young ladies alone aren't reassuring. It’s just a small favor for Third Young Master." He stood up, took Mulan’s hand, and turned to call to Xu Changxuan, "Let’s go." Xu Changxuan gave Susu a faint smile, and the three of them fluttered away.

The room was suddenly left to just the two of them. She stood up silently; her palms were sweaty and sticky, and her handbag felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. With her head bowed, she followed him out and didn't speak until they were in the car. He asked, "I heard you were unwell. Are you sick?" She shook her head. She had left in a rush today, wearing a short cheongsam with lilac floral prints on a white base, which accentuated her delicate, oval-shaped face, making her look exceptionally piteous. Seeing him staring at her unblinkingly, she felt even more awkward and could only slowly lower her head. She heard him give a soft chuckle. "You really have a childish temper; are you still angry about my rudeness?" He paused, then added, "Fine, let’s say it was my fault." Hearing him say this, she simply kept her head down. The road was rough, and the car bumped slightly. He reached out and said, "A gift for you."

It was a small silk box. She refused to take it, so he opened it to show her. Inside was a pair of bracelets, glistening green like two pools of clear water. Though she didn't know what "glass jade" was, she could see the treasure’s radiant glow, so she shook her head. "I cannot accept something so valuable." He didn't press her, only asking, "Then, will you go riding again this weekend?"

She merely shook her head. The car fell silent. A moment later, they arrived at the mouth of the alley. She seemed to breathe a light sigh of relief, offering polite thanks after getting out of the car. Seeing her enter the courtyard gate, Murong Qingyi told the driver, "Drive."

Lei Shaogong watched as he tied the ribbon on the silk box, untied it, and after a moment, tied it again—repeating the process several times. Surprised, he asked, "Third Young Master, back to Shuangqiao?"

Murong Qingyi said, "Back to Shuangqiao; I must report to my mother, at least."

The official residence was quite lively. Madam Murong had invited several female guests for a meal. As the banquet had just broken up, the guests were gathered in the sitting room outside the west veranda, drinking tea and listening to a famous Kunqu opera singer perform "Begging for Skill." Murong Qingyi saw the room full of women and paused briefly outside the door. Jinrui caught sight of him and called out, "Third Brother, why don't you come in?" He walked in and greeted, "Mother." Madam Murong smiled and said, "You’re back early today. Why haven't you even changed your clothes?"

He replied, "I came here as soon as I returned." Seeing Madam Murong staring intently at the stage, he took the opportunity to say, "I’m going to change." He left and went upstairs. After changing into a suit, he saw the laughter and noise in the west sitting room continued, so he walked left from the corridor toward the front of the residence and ordered a car. The attendant office had not expected him to go out again so soon after returning. Lei Shaogong asked, "Are we going to Duanshan?" He darkened his face and said, "Don't be so long-winded!"

Lei Shaogong knew his temper and stopped asking, ordering someone to bring the car around. Once they were inside, he heard him command, "I don't care what method you use; bring Miss Ren to Duanshan to see me." Hearing this, Lei Shaogong answered "Yes," but felt quite troubled in his heart. However, knowing the Third Young Master’s temper well, he knew there was no room for maneuver.

He was the most trusted attendant, having been by his side so long that he was half-friend, half-servant. Seeing his expression, Murong Qingyi finally couldn't keep a straight face and laughed, "How pathetic. Last time I asked you to invite Ye Fangfei, you didn't look this troubled." Hearing him say this, Lei Shaogong knew the matter was settled and smiled brightly. "Miss Ye is a big star, but when she heard Third Young Master invited her to dinner, she agreed with such readiness. But this Miss Ren..."

As he spoke, he watched Murong Qingyi’s expression. Sure enough, he seemed preoccupied and restless. A moment later, he let out a sigh. Hearing his displeasure, Lei Shaogong dared not make a sound. Seeing him wave his hand to indicate he could leave, he retreated to the attendant’s duty room.

The evening was quiet, and two colleagues in the duty room were brewing a pot of Tieguanyin tea, sitting there chatting. Seeing him enter, they asked, "Is Third Young Master going out?" Lei Shaogong replied, "He was going to, but changed his mind." One attendant laughed, "Even our Third Young Master has his moments of hitting a wall." The rules of the attendant office were strict; although they were colleagues, they only said this much before smiling and moving on to other topics. Lei Shaogong sat down to drink tea, pondering as well—that Miss Ren truly had a bit of a temper. He only hoped Third Young Master’s interest was just a passing whim, and that he would naturally move on after meeting someone else tomorrow.

The next day was Lei Shaogong’s day off, and as one of his classmates had returned to the country, a group of friends held a welcome party at the Phoenix Pavilion. Young people who hadn't seen each other for years were naturally lively, and it was nearly seven or eight o'clock in the evening by the time he got home. As soon as he arrived, he received a call from the attendant office and rushed back to Duanshan. From afar, he saw the attendant on duty standing under the rain corridor, while the room inside was silent. He walked in without making a sound. He saw a vase on the floor shattered into smithereens; the bunch of "Red-Clad Golden Hooks" chrysanthemums that had been in it lay in a mess on the floor, stems strewn across the dark blue carpet like a disaster. He carefully skirted around the broken chrysanthemums and walked into the room to see Murong Qingyi half-lying on a sandalwood couch, holding an English magazine in his hands, yet his eyes were fixed on the screen. He called out, "Third Young Master." He let out an "Hmm" and asked, "Aren't you on leave today?”

Watching the scene, Lei Shaogong guessed what had happened. Knowing the Third Young Master’s temper had already run its course, he smiled and said, "Being cooped up at home is stifling, so I just came over." He added, "Why take it out on things? I’ve had my eye on that Yongzheng yellow-glazed lotus-vine vase for a long time, but I never dared to ask you for it; I never imagined you would smash it today." He wore a look of regret. Murong Qingyi knew he was deliberately speaking of irrelevant matters. Flipping through the magazine in his hand, he said, "Stop beating around the bush. If you have something to say, just say it."

Lei Shaogong replied, "Yes." After a moment of thought, he said, "Third Young Master, why don't we go hunting this weekend? We could invite Huo Zongqi and Kang Mingcheng." Murong Qingyi put down the magazine, leaned forward, and said, "I told you not to beat around the bush; why are you still being long-winded?" Only then did Lei Shaogong say, "That Miss Ren, while beautiful, is ultimately just a woman. You don't need to take her to heart, Third Young Master."

Murong Qingyi asked, "Who has been wagging their tongue to tell you this?" Lei Shaogong replied, "With you in such a temper, Third Young Master, they naturally wouldn't dare hide it from me." Murong Qingyi said, "Don't give me that bureaucratic talk." Deep down, he was still unhappy. He paused before saying, "I originally thought her excuse about having a boyfriend was just a pretext."

Lei Shaogong saw a look of loss on his face, which startled him. He noticed the scratch under Murong Qingyi’s left eye—only a faint line remained—and was reminded of the scene by the lotus pond that day. He hurriedly changed the subject: "Shall we invite Miss Feng to dance tonight? Shall I make the call?" Murong Qingyi merely let out a hum. Fearing some disaster might ensue—as Murong Feng was extremely strict in raising his son, and if this reached his ears, it would inevitably lead to catastrophe—Lei Shaogong walked out, pretending he was going to make the call, and asked the other attendants, "What exactly happened today?" As the Deputy Director of the Attendant Office, his subordinates did not hide the truth from him, explaining every detail: "After five o'clock this afternoon, Third Young Master was returning from Fanming. While his car was waiting for the ferry at the pier, he happened to see Miss Ren and her friend by the river." He asked a few more questions, understanding that the pursuit had been unsuccessful, which was why the master remained so unwilling to let it go. Looking up, he saw Murong Qingyi walking out and hurriedly greeted him. "Where to, Third Young Master?"

Murong Qingyi lifted his chin and said, "Nowhere. I am staying here; you go." Hearing this, Lei Shaogong understood, but he knew it would be difficult to persuade him. He was, after all, young and had never encountered any resistance, which was why he had developed such a character. After a long silence, Lei Shaogong said, "What if... the Master..."

Murong Qingyi interrupted, "How could Father know of our affairs? Unless you go and act as an informant." Hearing such words, it was clear he was irritated again. Lei Shaogong could only answer "Yes," and ordered the car to go out.

With Lei Shaogong gone, the residence fell silent again. This was merely a place where he came for short stays in his spare time, so there were no servants, and the attendants, knowing his bad mood, stayed at a distance. He followed the gravel path toward the back, flanked by flower hedges. Among the dense, dark-brown leaves of the vines, small white flowers bloomed; looking closely, one could see chrysanthemums nestled in between. He walked all the way to the lotus pond. A gust of wind blew, causing the lotus leaves in the pond to flip and dance like countless green gauze skirts. He suddenly remembered that day: she had been wearing a green dress, her thick, dark hair draped over her chest, and her eyes, like two pools of autumn water, were so still they were mesmerizing. When she laughed, it was a soft smile without showing her teeth, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly like a crescent moon, tempting him to kiss her. The scratch on her face had faded by now, yet she was the first person in his life to ever resist him. The restlessness in his heart was whipped into a frenzy by the cool autumn wind.

He stood there for a moment longer before an attendant found him. "Third Young Master, Miss Ren has arrived."

The villa at Duanshan was small, but it was furnished with great refinement. The room featured Chinese-style decor: sandalwood furniture and matching tea-colored cushions embroidered with large hibiscus patterns in silver thread, shining brilliantly. Near the door stood a twelve-panel sandalwood screen, intricately carved with twelve types of flowers; the wood was a deep, purplish-red, as lustrous as jade. The light from the floor lamp filtered through the shade in a hazy orb, like the thick, flickering candles of old, illuminating the screen. The recessed carved sections were a deep, dark color, resembling the blackness of night. Hearing footsteps, Susu’s fear deepened, and she took a soft step back. Seeing her face pale and her hair slightly loose, Murong Qingyi realized she was terrified. He said, "Do not be afraid, it is me." She, however, retreated in terror until she had nowhere left to go, looking as flustered as a deer that had fallen into a trap. Her pair of dark, round eyes were filled with panic and confusion, staring straight at him. "I want to go home." He chuckled softly, "Is this place not better than home?" He took her hand and led her to the desk, opening a box. Under the lamplight, the jewels glittered and swirled, illuminating their features.

He whispered, "This pearl is said to have come from the palace, passed down through my grandmother’s hands. It is called 'Yue'." He picked up the chain and fastened it around her neck. She said hastily, "I don't want it, I want to go home." She reached out to push him away, but he caught her wrist. He called out in a low voice, "Susu." Unable to keep her footing, she was pulled forward by him and lost her balance, collapsing into his arms. She struggled, but could not break free. He lowered his head to kiss her; she raised her hand to struggle, but he had long been prepared and tilted his face to avoid it. She only wanted to break free from his confinement, but in terms of strength, she was ultimately no match for him. His kisses were planted densely on her lips, her face, and her neck. In her despair, she struggled wildly; her fingertips touched the cold porcelain on the desk, but she could not reach it. Finally, she used all her strength to free one hand and, in a fit of desperation, swiped at the desk. The teacup on the desk fell to the floor with a "crash," shattering into pieces.

Fear was all-encompassing. She felt herself grow light as she was picked up by him, the world spinning. Hot, panicked tears stained his hands. She grabbed a piece of broken porcelain, but he caught her wrist with lightning speed and threw the fragment far away. She breathed rapidly as tears streamed down her face, but in the end, she was no match for his strength. She sobbed, her fingernails digging into his arms, but he ignored it completely, indulging only in his own forceful possession. She resisted with all her might; her tears wet the tassels on the pillow, pressing cold against her cheeks—a chill that could not be avoided, a coldness even more searing than fire, as if it could burn everything to ashes. Outside the window, the soft sound of rain began, rustling against the paulownia leaves, gradually turning into a pattering sound. Clothes fell silently to the floor, like fallen petals in the wind and rain.

By around six o'clock, the rain intensified, and the sound of rushing water filled the air. Autumn in Wuchi was the rainy season, characterized by abundant moisture, but such a sudden, heavy downpour was rare. Lei Shaogong woke up with a start, threw off the blanket, and sat up, listening intently. Sure enough, it was the telephone ringing. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor; knowing something had happened, he quickly threw on some clothes and got out of bed. The attendant on duty was already at his door. "A call from Shuangqiao; they say the Master is looking for the Third Young Master."

His heart sank. He hurriedly crossed the corridor and went up to the second floor, disregarding protocol as he knocked three times. Murong Qingyi was usually a very deep sleeper, but he had woken up and heard it. He asked, "What is it?"

"They say the Master is looking for you from Shuangqiao."

Hearing this, Murong Qingyi knew something had happened. He came downstairs within moments. Lei Shaogong had already had someone prepare the car. It was only after getting in that Lei Shaogong said, "They didn't say what it was, but—" He hesitated. The sky was still so early; it must have been a sudden situation, and likely not good news.

The rain was falling heavily. The car headlights shone out into a vast, white expanse of water. The surroundings were filled only with the sound of rain, pouring down like a broken sky; the downpour was relentless, wave after wave. It was not far from Duanshan to Shuangqiao, but because it was dark and the rain was so heavy, they did not dare increase the car’s speed, and it took nearly an hour to reach the Bichong River. The two stone-arched bridges, one east and one west, spanning the Bichong River, were the origin of the name "Shuangqiao." At this moment, the rain finally began to ease. Water accumulated on the asphalt road like a winding ribbon of glass. The river water was muddy, surging and tumbling, and the bridge piers were submerged much more than usual. Finally, a corner of the pitch-black sky turned blue, gradually fading into a crab-shell green, and the light brightened. After crossing the bridge, they saw from afar that more than a dozen cars were parked in front of the Shuangqiao official residence.

Usually, they would drive straight in, but Lei Shaogong, being cautious, glanced at Murong Qingyi upon seeing the scene. Murong Qingyi said, "Stop the car." He had the vehicle stop outside. Attendants from the residence came out with umbrellas to receive them. The sky was now brightening. Following the long corridor, they saw that the trees and flowers on both sides had been battered into a mess by the heavy rain. The chrysanthemums that had been in full bloom were now soaked with water, their heavy blossoms almost bending and drooping into the mud. The house at the Shuangqiao residence was an old home with quiet, deep courtyards. The sound of leather shoes tapping on the blue stone slabs of the corridor echoed clearly. Turning right, they arrived at the east living room.