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    It was already late at night when we returned to Rong Mansion.  Everything was quiet, and the night light in Rong Mansion emitted a faint light in the thick night, looking more and more like a will-o'-the-wisp.

    "Change the light bulb to a larger wattage tomorrow!" Rong Jiashang ordered the steward who came out angrily.

    The steward looked at the irritable young master and the downcast mistress and felt that something was wrong, so he wisely pushed the waiter down.

    Mrs. Rong looked like a drowned ghost who had just been fished out of the water. Her face was pale and blue, and she was sweating. She huddled in the corner of the sofa sluggishly, unable to lift her head as if it was filled with lead.

    Rongjia poured a glass of whiskey and handed it over.  Mrs. Rong took it with trembling hands, raised her head and drank it all before letting out a long breath.

    "What are you going to do with me?" Mrs. Rong asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you also going to seal me up with a wall?"

    Rong Jiashang looked at He and his stepmother calmly and said, "Uncle Zhao is right. My father is not a good husband, and it has not been easy for my wife these years."

    Mrs. Rong was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him with a glimmer of light in her eyes.

    "My wife is an elder, and I am not qualified to deal with you." Rong Jiashang continued, "It's just that Fang Lin is not married yet. If some news about my wife leaks out, how do you want her to find her husband's family in the future?"

    "Don't use Fang Lin to threaten me!" Mrs. Rong sneered, "Even if we, mother and daughter, hugged each other and threw themselves into the Huangpu River, we would never kneel in front of you to ask for life!"

    Rong Jiashang shook his head gently and said, "Fang Lin is my biological sister. I will naturally take good care of her. This is my obligation. Since my wife's heart is no longer in the Rong family, I won't stop you if you want to leave."  . I have asked someone to sort out your dowry list, and you can take all the property with you. I will ask a lawyer to come over tomorrow to draw up a divorce agreement"

    "I don't want a divorce!" Mrs. Rong said excitedly, "How can Fang Lin get married with a divorced mother? I can leave, but I don't want to stay in this ghost place anymore. I won't take away the dowry, leaving it all to Fang Lin.  Lin. Let the lawyer come over tomorrow to write the agreement, and you can¡¯t even think about keeping it for yourself.¡±

    Rong Dingkun probably won¡¯t live for a few more years like this.  Mrs. Rong did a quick calculation and felt that divorce was absolutely not possible.  It is also easier for a widow to speak out than for a divorced woman.

    "Then it's settled." Rong Jia said, "Please Madam, please give me one last hard time and wait until Fang Hua's wedding before moving out."

    There is nothing wrong with Mrs. Rong.

    Rong Jiashang nodded in greeting, got up and walked upstairs.

    "You are very different from your father." Mrs. Rong said suddenly.

    Rong Jiashang looked back.  Mrs. Rong looked at him with a wry smile and said, "I know you have always hated me for asking your father to send you to Chongqing to suffer hardships. But let me say something shamelessly, if it weren't for this, if you grew up in the Rong family, you would have to endure the hardships of your father.  Because of the influence, you are just another Rong no, another Qin Shuigen."

    "Maybe." Rong Jiashang said calmly, "But I don't hate my wife anymore. Let us both do our own thing."

    Rong Jia went back to her room, stood in front of the dressing mirror, took off her coat and untied her tie numbly.  The dim lamp illuminated his face, making him look sallow and exhausted.

    He looked out the window habitually.  It was an unchanging night outside, and the window opposite showed only a faint outline in the dim light of the garden lamp.  In fact, after Rong Dingkun moved to the west hall, Mrs. Rong also asked the footman to clean up a suite on the second floor for Rong Jiashang to move in.  Rong Jiashang declined.  He was used to this small suite, and he couldn't bear to see the opposite window at a glance.

    Even if you know that the window will never light up again.

    Rong Jiashang casually threw off his leather shoes, fell tiredly on the bed, pulled the quilt over him carelessly, and let out a long sigh of relief.

    The rain stopped, but the wind still rustled the trees in the courtyard.  Rong Jiashang listened and gradually fell asleep.

    When the wind stopped, the sky gradually became brighter.  After the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the early spring sunshine shone through the thin clouds, shining on Rong Jiashang's handsome and tired face. It also shined on Feng Shizhen's long hair shawl through the tall glass windows of Meng's house.

    Feng Shizhen finished translating the last telegram, felt the warmth on his shoulders, stood up and turned around, and was dazzled by the sun.

    She looked at the wall clock with some surprise, only to realize that it was already seven in the morning.  The weather today is excellent, the sky is blue and the spring is bright. The rain has washed away the winter dust on the leaves, restoring them to their original dark green color, waiting to be covered with tender new green in the near future.

    Ms. Li was wrapped in a blanket and asleep on the sofa.  Feng Shizhen walked over lightly, turned off the floor lamp, and conveniently picked up a folder that had fallen on the carpet.A woman.  "Feng Shizhen tried on clothes with a despairing look on his face.

    "It's almost the same!" Xiao Baoli looked at it, "The style is good, but the skirt is an inch longer."

    The clerk immediately said: "We can modify it!"

    "Is this still long?" Feng Shizhen tugged on her skirt, "No matter how short it is, it will reach the knees. What does it look like?"

    "Didn't you read the fashion magazine I gave you?" Xiao Baoli said angrily, "Nowadays, women in Paris and New York wear such short clothes."

    "This is Shanghai" Feng Shizhen muttered, and was pushed into the dressing room by Xiao Baoli again, and she changed into a dancing skirt and came out.

    This is an emerald green silk dress with a large V-neckline that exposes a large amount of skin on the chest and back.  Feng Shizhen's skin is as white as snow, and wearing this color makes her skin even more moist and jade-like, slender and graceful.

    "There is always something wrong." Xiao Baoli frowned and walked around Feng Shizhen, "There is a place on your body that always feels like it needs to be fixedah! Hair!"

    Feng Shizhen touched his bun in confusion.

    "What age are we in, and you still comb your hair like an old lady!" Xiao Baoli said angrily, "Let's have dinner first, and then I'll take you to do your hair!"

    The barber shop that Xiao Baoli took Feng Shizhen to was on Xiafei Road. It was very famous and specialized in doing hair for wealthy ladies and female celebrities. You would also need to make an appointment for a visit.  Xiao Baoli showed off her big star style and asked the store manager to do Feng Shizhen's hair in person.

    "Miss's hair is really nice." The store manager touched Feng Shizhen's thick, smooth and soft long hair, and couldn't put it down. "You must have been raising this hair for a long time."

    "It's been five or six years." Feng Shizhen said.

    The store manager said: "I can't bear to cut such good hair."

    "Her hair can still grow back after being cut, so why would she want to give it up?" Xiao Baoli said, "Give her a Garbo hairstyle. She will have clear outlines and a high nose bridge. She will definitely look good!"

    The store manager looked at Feng Shizhen inquiringly from the mirror.

    Feng Shizhen touched his long hair reluctantly and said, "She is right. It will grow out. Just cut it."

    Amidst the clicking sound, strands of black hair fell down and meandered to the ground.  Feng Shizhen looked at himself in the mirror, and a strange feeling of relaxation arose spontaneously.

    "Huh?" Xiao Baoli, who was sitting reading the newspaper, exclaimed, "Admiral Rong Jia's family business, the transportation company and the tobacco planting company, have been transferred to Zhao Hua'an! Is he crazy?"

    Feng Shizhen reached out and grabbed the newspaper and read the news.  This is today's sub-page headline: "The Lord's young minister is strong, the Rong family is about to fall apart."

    "Are the veterans below bullying him because he is young and lacks prestige?" Xiao Baoli thought, "Yes, he is only twenty years old and is still very young. It is normal for him to be unable to suppress those old people. In fact, the Rong family relies on import and export.  Real estate and real estate are enough to be popular and popular, and there is really no need to engage in those unscrupulous and risky businesses. Shizhen, what do you think?"

    "I think?" Feng Shizhen returned the newspaper with satisfaction, "I feel very happy. Someone owes me a request."

    "Who?" Xiao Baoli was curious.

    "Seventh Master." Feng Shizhen winked, "I made a bet with him."

    Xiao Baoli chuckled: "This is fun. When you ask him to cash it in, I will be there to watch his face!"

    "Ms. Feng, it's ready." The store manager finally carefully fiddled with the curly hair around the woman's ears and untied the scarf.

    Feng Shizhen stood up.  In the mirror of equal height, the girl is wearing a tooth-white silk shirt and a camel woolen skirt. Her figure is well-proportioned, slender and slim.  The charming yet elegant short hair is curled in elegant and delicate arcs, and the clumps of hair set off her delicate and clear facial contours.  The girl's figure is upright and as elegant as a graceful tree.

    "That's right now!" Xiao Baoli sighed sincerely, "I finally look like a woman!"

    Feng Shizhen looked at his new image in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction, reserved, proud, and generous.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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