Love in Hancheng

Chapter 1 He personally introduced my boyfriend to me (1)
After nearly two hours of busy work, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but raised my chin and looked at myself in confusion.

Since when did I become a real celebrity daughter?

The perfectly curled and soft hair is like a ribbon, bright and flaunting its quality, it is no problem to be a shampoo commercial.

The well-tailored Chanel pink skirt, with lace trim, highlights the collarbone neckline, and slender legs, making people suddenly elegant.

The off-white coat seems to lose some of its softness even in the warm spring breeze, but it still reflects my name, Hua Nuan.

This me is really different from the past.

"Tsk tsk, Qiu Huanuan, skipped work so early, dressed so beautifully and grandly, what do you want?"

Ye Xiaoran was still wearing a capable professional suit, and her two shrewd eyes were already gazing at me. I checked the time and couldn't help being startled.

"It's six o'clock already?"

The company got off work at 05:30, and rushed to the apartment that Ye Xiaoran and I shared. It was exactly [-] pm, and I couldn't help but hurried to the side cabinet, looking for the Hermès bag that matched the clothes.

"Hey, you are so beautifully prepared, are you going to a celebrity party?"

Ye Xiaoran looked at me in a hurry, and couldn't help but pushed the decorative spectacle frame on the bridge of her nose, and asked me with a frown, with some neglected dissatisfaction in her tone.

"go home!"

I glanced at Ye Xiaoran, and answered simply. After Ye Xiaoran heard these two words, surprise and relief appeared on Ye Xiaoran's face.

"Oh~"

Ye Xiaoran didn't continue to ask, but there were more unclear meanings in her eyes, and I couldn't help but blushed slightly.

"It was an angry talk at the time."

I vowed not to return to that so-called 'home' in my life, and I obviously broke my promise at this time.

"Oh, of course I know!"

Ye Xiaoran shrugged, turned away disapprovingly, and I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly moved the usual items from the handbag to the Hermès bag, put on the exquisite lady's watch, and then stepped out of the room A second before, he glanced at the mirror again.

Can such a self make his eyes shine?

This kind of self reminds me of the lines in the once-popular Korean drama "Full House": I don't know if it's because I'm not mature enough. When I like someone, I easily lose myself and try to become The way the other party likes it.

And now, I am witnessing such words. From the age of 24, I don’t know whether it is because I am not mature enough, or because the throbbing feeling is beyond my control ability, so I will easily control myself and work hard. Be what the other person likes.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

I was about to go out, Ye Xiaoran showed half of her head and asked me.

"Shouldn't be coming back!"

I paused for a moment, with a glimmer of expectation in my heart, maybe today will be different.

Of course, there is a basis for my daring to imagine this, because the person who called me home today was none other than Han Dongcheng.

The majestic European-style architecture, the budding flowers and plants of spring, reveals a luxurious atmosphere in the tranquility. Once here, in my eyes, it was another world.

"Miss is back!"

The third sister, a clean-dressed servant, came over early and looked at me with respect and courtesy. From her eyes, I felt that something was about to happen today.

People are always so strange, the more untouchable, the more full of fantasy, if I knew that I opened this door, I would face a situation completely different from fantasy, maybe I would choose not to come back tonight.

The marble steps, each floor is so calm and heavy, as if it has been lying here for thousands of years.

Stepping on high-heeled shoes will make people think that they are really walking on the clouds, and they can't help but sigh, this is the world of the rich.

"Sir, madam, Miss is back!"

Accompanied by the eagerness of the third sister, I saw my mother, Qiu Juya, who turned her face away, and Han Qinan, the master of the entire castle who slowly put down the cup.

Suddenly, a sudden ominous premonition made me widen my eyes, slightly astonished.

Because the completely unfamiliar face sitting across from my mother was not the Han Dongcheng I imagined, but a strange young man who had never lived before.

Looking around, there was no sign of Han Dongcheng at all up and down the mansion.

At this moment, I had a feeling of being deceived, rooted on the soles of my feet, and had the urge to turn around and leave.

But I didn't move, because my mother had already called my name with a smile.

"Nuan Nuan is back?"

My mother's eyes are very bright, the kind that reveals a faint and sharp aura, and the scrutiny in her eyes makes me understand that she has actually looked at me the first second I came in.

I clenched my handbag tightly and pursed the corners of my lips slightly. Even if the man sitting across from him might be beautiful, or he might be a fish and a wild goose, or he might be outstanding in various ways, I ignored him in anger.

Of course, once something comes into view, it may be a trauma. No matter how much you want to heal or disintegrate, it is just delusional thinking.

"Warm!"

With a majestic yet loving voice, Han Qinan, who has entered the rarest grade in ancient times, looks like a successful man in his early forties, with a handsome face sculpted by the gods, and even the unnoticeable white hair on the sideburns. A few charms.

Because there is such a Han Qinan, there must be such a Han Dongcheng.

This high-ranking 'uncle' Han Qinan, at this moment, is more or less cordial. To me, I still feel flattered, which made me call out unconsciously: "Uncle!"

In fact, it should be called Uncle. He is ten years older than my father and 12 years older than my mother.

However, the title of uncle seems to have become synonymous with the identity of stepfather.

I yelled "obediently", and there was no reason to retreat.

"Hehe, it's really a girl's [-]th change, we Nuannuan are getting more and more beautiful!"

In Uncle Han Qinan's tone, the two words "we" were spoken so naturally that the man on the sofa opposite showed a melting smile, making it impossible to ignore his existence.

"Dong Cheng is right. Hua Nuan is like a character who came out of a painting. The name is nice, and the person is more like the name!"

It was the first time in my life that I heard such a compliment, but I didn't feel flattered. Instead of ignoring it, I had to face it calmly, so I had to take a look at the man sitting upright.

"This is Ji Mingchuan, a good friend of Dongcheng!"

Ji Mingchuan, with a catchy name, unforgettable eyebrows and eyes, and an appearance of absolute quality, is on par with Han Dongcheng.

Why did you introduce me so solemnly?
An unbelievable thought, which seems to be exactly the same, swept across in an instant. Everything I imagined was like a beautiful soap bubble, which was shattered before it was within reach.

I think there must be no warm and picturesque, lively and bright expression on my face, only the helpless evaluation from my mother's mouth: I'm so dumb, I really look like your father.

I belong to the kind of girl with big eyes and more black eyeballs, or because of this, I look a little dumb when I am pure. Of course, it will be more obvious when I am stunned or lose my ability to think.

Han Dongcheng, the first time you called me, is it because I can come as promised?
Han Dongcheng, take the initiative to call me, is it sure that I will throw myself into the trap?
Han Dongcheng~
I couldn't help but clenched my lips, and in front of the man who smiled like a spring breeze, I concealed my inner loss and aching self-examination, and kept silent like a lamb, which immediately had the effect of cooling down the steaming sauna room.

"Nuan Nuan is a bit of a child, Ming Chuan, don't worry about it!"

Mom Qiu Juya's words, a few doting, a few kindness, and a few hints that they are ready to be broken, let me understand that she, who has insisted on high quality for many years, is quite satisfied with the man in front of her.

Ji Mingchuan:
Although it is not the strength of sword eyebrows entering the temples, it is just like the wanton promotion of Jiangshui.

Although it is not the popular cool wheat-colored skin, it is fair and healthy, with the texture of fine ancient jade.

Although the bridge of the nose is not as high as that of a European, but the straight strength does not let David.

Coupled with the curved lips, a pair of eyes that do not reveal shrewdness and publicity.

Ji Mingchuan in front of him was warm and humble.

To be able to be Han Dongcheng's friend, to be able to sit here and make my mother so satisfied, Ji Mingchuan naturally has an extraordinary net worth.

The fact that he and I seemed to be a good match made me suddenly feel a fire in my heart, burning and suffocating like I couldn't breathe.

Glancing at the well-dressed mother who looked like the queen of this castle, I felt the word 'no' seemed to burst out and I couldn't hide it.

"Auntie, you are welcome!"

Ji Mingchuan smiled, and did not flatter me too much, but looked at me with more tolerance and understanding, as if he had already understood me, this feeling made me slightly disgusted.

Turning around, I looked at my mother, Qiu Juya, who was also looking at me, somewhat helplessly serious, as if warning me not to be so impolite.

"Uncle, Mom, talk to Mr. Ji, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes first!"

Maybe it was a point that was on the verge of breaking out, like a dam was about to burst, I tried my best to restrain my emotions, not to let myself show half of the grievance and loss, as well as discomfort and anger, I got up, didn't look at my mother, didn't look at Han Qinan, Without looking at Ji Mingchuan, he picked up his handbag and walked towards the second floor.

When I was walking towards the stairs with six gazes on my back, it was when I wanted to find a place where no one could find me, and let myself vent my inexplicable feelings.

I just realized that when, Han Dongcheng stood there like an insurmountable gap, brushing shoulders with me, but never passed.

Time, as if suddenly turned into a fossil of the Ice Age, stopped crystal clear at that second, and I must be that living fossil.

I thought that Han Dongcheng would no longer be in my sight today.

I thought that Han Dongcheng was just busying himself in his world with a small plan.

Unexpectedly, he just appeared in front of me.

I was stunned, looking up at Han Dongcheng, who was still much taller than me even though he was standing on the same step, the corners of his lips were tightened beyond my understanding, and it seemed that his teeth were aching.

The lacrimal gland seemed to gather all the power, urging something, which made me stare at him with wide eyes.

Han Dongcheng, who is close at hand, has been described thousands of times, and is vague, makes me feel out of reach!
Han Dongcheng, is it such a crime to like you?
Han Dongcheng, I like you, is that what I want?

Han Dongcheng, is it my choice to like you?

Although those pair of eyes were calm, but because of the slightly furrowed brows, there was an extra pair of cold and sharp eyes, which made me understand.

If you like someone, you may have been doomed to be humble.

"came back?"

Compared with Ji Mingchuan's melodious and soft voice, Han Dongcheng's voice is like a gust of cold wind. Even if he slows down the intensity, I can't believe that the world is warm.

If a person doesn't like you, it is an emotion that can be released from every cell.

Han Dongcheng, are you acting?In fact, you can even omit such inquiries.

I chose not to answer, and continued with the expression just now, ignoring the sight behind me, and stepped on the stairs with the same force at a faster speed, and quickly rushed to the room I had been away from for several months.

The door of the room was closed with a bang, and the handbag fell to the ground in response. I fell slowly like a puppet whose strength had been drained.

Qiu Huanuan, why do you like him?
Tears burst like a bank in an instant, and the body that had been strong for six months seemed overwhelmed. I curled up, hugged my knees, buried my head between my arms, and cried.

When I was young, my dad always liked to pinch my nose lightly, and said lovingly: "Nuannuan, don't cry, it's not pretty when you cry."

When I was young, my father would always hug me, arrange his flowers and plants, and then pick those flowers that were in peak season, make delicate garlands, and put them on my head.

When I was a child...

Huh, the tears are more wanton, I miss my father even more, I miss the days when I had a father.

If time and space can be reversed, I really want to go back, never grow up, I really want to go back and fill out my college entrance examination application again.

Looking up, looking at the luxurious rooms that even the princess has never enjoyed, I really want to tear it all apart.

All this is not what I want.

And the only thing I want is Han Dongcheng.

If mother hadn't married Han Qinan, maybe it wouldn't be the current situation.

The beeping knock on the door was accompanied by my mother's stern urging, and I realized that I had been sitting behind the door for half an hour, stopped crying, but seemed resentful.

"Nuan Nuan, have you changed your clothes yet? Open the door for Mom!"

The soft and decent voice outside the door just made me more angry. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, stood up suddenly, threw the handbag aside, and opened the door.

Maybe it was because there were too many emotions in my eyes, too many emotions that did not belong to Qiu Huanuan, so when my mother saw me, she was obviously taken aback.

"Cried?"

As if she had expected that I didn't change clothes at all, my mother walked into the door without giving me the right to refuse, let alone realizing my resistance, and walked slowly to the big princess bed with beautiful pictures and texts side, turned to look at me.

She already understood my grievance? !
Otherwise, why did she look at me so calmly? It was only because of my anger that she seemed a little dissatisfied. When she opened her mouth, she had already lost the softness she had just had.

"Nuannuan, you are 24 years old this year. When I was 24 years old, I was already married to your father!"

I looked straight at my mother, looked at her beautiful and elegant face that was somewhat serious and helpless, and couldn't help shaking my head.

"So, do you want to control your daughter's future as you control your own life?"

My tone became more bitter and alienated, more hostile and arrogant. I, who is usually docile, was like a cat with sharp claws raised, and my mood was hard to calm down.

"Nuan Nuan, be more sensible, mom is doing this for your own good!"

Sure enough, Gaoya is like the queen's mother, she speaks the same words as the mother of the world, but while I laughed, I was more stubborn than ever.

"Mom, I'm not you! I don't need that money, that power, those hypocritical and cumbersome entertainments, those labor-intensive vanity, I never need it!"

Yes, I never need it, I just want a simple life, a happy life without troubles, I would rather be a nerd like my father, I would rather be like a grass, ordinary and calm, I don’t care about being a big lady, I As long as you are a little rich, you will be safe.

My eyes reveal my thoughts.

"I know, you don't need it!"

Mom answered cleanly and sharply, as if what I said was nonsense, but to me, it felt ridiculous.

"Now that I know, why entertain me with such a grand banquet, sometimes I really doubt whether you have never loved Dad before!"

Some thoughts, some words, are like demons hiding in the bottom of my heart. Sooner or later, they will come out and harm one side. Although my mother's face has been controlled a lot, it still changes.

"Nuan Nuan, is this the attitude of you and your mother?"

Mother's chest was slightly undulating, which made her more gorgeous and graceful. Perhaps such a mother should not have appeared in my father's world long ago.

"Am I wrong? For your so-called happy life, for everything you think is worth it, my feelings are no longer important?"

The more restrained and suppressed, the more intense the resistance, I thought I could forgive my mother's betrayal, I thought I could understand my mother's difficulty in choosing the second spring, but I found that I was so stingy, and my father's share, I I have to ask for it back.

Just because she arranged a strange man for me today.

"Nuan Nuan, do you really~ treat your mother that way?"

There was an extra injury in the mother's eyes. That expression, a little helpless, a little heartache, and a little unspeakable grievance, made her look even more charming.

Such Qiu Juya is my mother.

The mother I admired and even regarded as an idol.

(End of this chapter)