The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 171: The Past of Third Young Master Rong (3)
"Mr., with all due respect, I can't do anything about it." He told himself such a story, just to convince Tang Chengxun to accept him again, Ye Qingran thought.

"You said there was nothing you could do before I asked, Miss Ye, you have no sincerity at all!" He shook his head.

"No matter what the request is, I have nothing to do with Tang Chengxun now, and I can't help you."

"Even if you don't help, I have to tell you and give it a try." He became stubborn, "Before you, Xun'er had never loved any woman, and his love for you exceeded Wanxiang and I's expectations. I sincerely ask you to accept Xun'er. Miss Ye, if you can do it, I can promise you anything." He took out an unfilled bank check from his gown, "you can fill in whatever you want. Please don't doubt my Economic strength, have you heard of Yunnan's 'Rongxiang Ji', it belongs to me."

Ye Qingran had heard of "Rong Xiang Ji" before. It is a large consortium located in the mainland of Yunnan and started from the business of tea, cloth, and porcelain. "Rong Xiang Ji" opened its first branch in Shanghai, and there were special reports in the newspaper. At that time, it seemed that the owner of "Rong Xiang Ji" was already the real richest man in several southern provinces.

"Mr. Rong, did someone give the third young master of the Rong family a sum of money to make him change his mind and forget about Wanxiang?" Ye Qingran smiled contemptuously, "Although I, Ye Qingran, came from the market, I also know that feelings cannot be measured by money. .I still have class in the evening, so I will take my leave first.”

Rong Baiyang's expression froze, and he laughed out loud for a moment, and he sincerely praised, "I am old and dim-sighted, and misjudged Miss Qingran. As an elder, I beg the girl to think twice and reunite with Xun'er."

"I only listen to my heart." Ye Qingran saluted him, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Girl Qingran, wait a minute—" He handed her a jade tablet the size of an egg tied with a red string, with the word "Rong" written in seal script on it. "This is my special jade token for 'Rongxiangji', you can take it to any 'Rongxiangji' store and make any demands on them."

"I accept your wish, but I can't take it." Ye Qingran shook his head indifferently.

"This jade token does not contain any utilitarian purpose. Whether you and Xun'er are reconciled, or you never see each other again, I will give it to you!" His tone could not be refuted, "Please accept it, girl!"

Looking at the old man's firm and lonely eyes, Ye Qingran felt sad for a while. After a long talk, she had changed from "Miss Ye" to "Miss Qingran" in his mouth. She couldn't bear it, and finally reached out to take it.

"I want to give the old man a gift too." She called out to the waiter in the teahouse, "Bring a pen and some good rice paper."

Not long after, the little errand delivered it over.

Ye Qingran grinds the ink well, lays out the rice paper, and rushes to write at the desk.

The look of surprise and admiration in Rong Baiyang's eyes became more and more intense.

"Good! Good word!"

"Miss Qingran is so young, it's rare to have such writing skills!"

"Xun'er really didn't miss it!"

Ye Qingran finished writing Cao Mengde's "The Life of a Turtle" amidst his continuous admiration.

"My words are still immature, and I can only give them to the old man with sincerity. I hope you will be like what is written in the poem. You will have eternal years.' I hope you will always have a happy heart."

Rong Baiyang picked up the rice paper with wet ink on it, "This is the biggest achievement I have gained from coming to Shanghai, and I will definitely keep it well."

"Mister, it's time for me to leave." Ye Qingran said goodbye to him with a smile.

"Call me 'Third Uncle Rong', Qingran, no matter what the future holds for you and Xun'er, let's just be friends for a long time?"

"Okay." She simply stretched out her right palm.

He raised his childlike innocence and stretched out his palm.

The two made a high five and swore!

Rong Baiyang's mood has never been more comfortable, looking at the delicate and thin woman in front of him, with a beautiful and unparalleled smile, demeanor and demeanor, stubborn and persistent in speech without losing innocence, no wonder Xun'er fell into it deeply!

"Uncle Rong, goodbye." She waved to him.

He also smiled and waved.

The woman's figure disappeared into the dark twilight, and he said sincerely, "Xun'er is enough to have her in this life."

A heavily guarded villa on Petain Road.

Dim yellow Japanese-style palace lanterns swaying in the wind in front of the porch.

In a simple Japanese-style room, a man and a woman are wearing kimonos and drinking sake.

"Ichiro, how many times have I told you, don't try to touch that woman again, you just don't listen. You tried to approach her three times after the year, how many brothers have we destroyed!" Chiyoko's clear and sharp voice sounded.

The man on the opposite side laughed, a little lazy and unwilling.

"I underestimated Tang Chengxun's strength."

"It is said that he is the leader of the gang in Shanghai, and what he said is true. This is also the reason why the foster father does not let us touch the Yanlong Hall."

"You, should you show up?"

"Waiting for the right time." Chiyoko smiled like a flower, "What identity do I want to appear in? I have to think about it."

Ishihara Ichiro thought for himself, "Tang Chengxun, I want your territory, and I want your woman."

Chiyoko frowned, and walked slowly towards him.

"Ichiro," she said with deep affection in her eyes, "I can accept you looking for another woman. But you can't love. Your love can only be given to me."

Her flamboyant hands quickly passed through his thin clothes, hovering over his strong chest, gently rubbing and slowly closing them together, extremely ambiguous.

The record player on the small table played brisk Japanese songs, and a bouquet of pink cherry blossoms swayed in the white porcelain vase, filling the room with fragrance.

She deliberately leaned over, her neckline spread out, revealing a touch of roundness like snow, full of expectation.

A sharp light flashed across Ishihara Ichiro's eyes, and he sneered.

"I'm not interested in you anymore." He broke off her hand stuck to his chest.

Chiyoko's face was as frosty, and she froze there.

(End of this chapter)