Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

As dusk settled on the horizon, the streetlights along the villa area lit up one after another, casting warm yellow glows.

Lu Hao wandered aimlessly along the path.

The wind blew by, carrying the noise of a distant party, but it was quickly swallowed up by the tranquility of this area.

He passed by the garden, the swimming pool, and the tennis court.

It was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

This affluent neighborhood was like a ghost town, with only Qin Shou's villa standing out like a bonfire in the darkness, burning with a liveliness that didn't belong here.

Lu Hao stopped in front of a newly renovated villa. By the light of the street lamps, he could see the outlines of the furniture in the living room, which was covered with a white dust cloth.

"Buying it and not living in it, what a fucking waste," he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

That's how the world is: 1% of the rich control 99% of the wealth, while the remaining 99% are dividing up the meager 1%.

He doesn't understand the world of these rich people, nor does he want to.

Just as Qin Shou said, cigarettes represent status.

So what is the identity of this vacant villa? Is it something so rich that it can be discarded at will?

Lu Hao walked to a bench by the roadside and sat down, taking out the hard-pack Zhonghua cigarettes that Qin Shou had given him from his pocket.

He unpacked it, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, leaned back in his chair, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. The smoke swirled and dissipated in layers under the warm yellow light.

The smoke was smooth, without the spiciness of the "Twelve Pieces of True Dragon" cigarette, but when inhaled, it offered no comfort whatsoever; instead, it added to my frustration.

This cigarette isn't about nicotine; it's about understanding human relationships and social dynamics.

Just then, the living room lights of a villa next door came on.

Lu Hao glanced at it subconsciously.

A woman in business attire was pacing back and forth in the living room. Suddenly, she stopped, turned to face the window, and her gaze seemed to fall in his direction.

Lu Hao's heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked away and continued to puff out smoke, pretending to admire the smoke rings he exhaled slowly dissipating under the light.

Not long after, the crisp sound of high heels approached from afar, and a delicate fragrance wafted into the nostrils.

Lu Hao turned his neck stiffly and saw a woman standing in front of him.

Her long hair cascaded down her back. She wore a gray blazer over a red silk shirt, paired with gray suit trousers that accentuated her long, straight legs.

The woman's face was exquisite, but her eyes held a coldness.

Lu Hao felt the face looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.

"What's wrong?" He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

"Heh..." The woman let out a cold laugh and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

She turned to the side, resting one hand on the back of the chair, her palm supporting her chin, and looked him over with interest. "It's only been a little over a month, and you've already forgotten me?"

Lu Hao frowned. It had been more than a month since they last met.

He tried hard to search his memory, but he just couldn't remember who the other person was.

"I don't have a very good memory, especially for faces," Lu Hao said honestly, flicking his cigarette ash. "You do look familiar. Can you give me a hint?"

The woman didn't seem to mind; instead, she smiled knowingly and said, "Didn't you say your son likes me a lot and wanted to arrange a meeting with me in ten months?"

"Ahem!"

Lu Hao almost choked on the cigarette he had just inhaled.

He coughed a few times, and a name popped into his mind.

Fang Ruoyun.

"You're Fang Ruoyun?!" Lu Hao stared at her in astonishment.

"Oh, you still remember my name." Fang Ruoyun chuckled, her eyes filled with even more amusement. "That's rare. I thought you were so engrossed in your new relationship that you'd completely forgotten about me."

Lu Hao's surprise deepened; he sensed a hint of hostility in Fang Ruoyun's words.

"You investigated me?" He quickly calmed down.

"I don't have that much free time."

Fang Ruoyun withdrew her hand from her chin, turned around, leaned back against the bench, and casually crossed her legs, her foot in a black pointed high heel swinging gently in the air. "Your glorious deeds, just ask around in any bar, everyone knows them."

Lu Hao awkwardly touched his nose. "I didn't expect I had a little bit of fame."

"I really don't understand how a woman like Xiao Xiyue could possibly be interested in you." Fang Ruoyun's tone suddenly turned cold, as if she were stating a fact that puzzled her.

"What did you say?" Lu Hao sat up abruptly, staring intently at her.

Fang Ruoyun stopped looking at him, but the playful look in her eyes never faded.

She stood up, dusted off imaginary dust from her trousers, straightened the hem of her suit jacket, and turned to walk toward the brightly lit villa.

"stop!"

Lu Hao panicked, rushing towards her and grabbing her wrist. "How do you know Xiao Xiyue? Who exactly are you?"

"Let go!" Fang Ruoyun's tone turned icy. "Or I'll call security."

Lu Hao didn't let go, his eyes fixed on her like an eagle's.

Fang Ruoyun was equally unyielding, meeting his gaze with cold indifference, her aura in no way inferior.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Lu Hao finally let go.

"Heh..." Fang Ruoyun let out a cold laugh.

Instead of backing down, she took two steps forward, getting close to Lu Hao, and leaned forward slightly until their noses almost touched.

"Want to know?" Her voice was low and seductive. "Tomorrow, I'll give you the answer. Not only will I give you the answer, but I'll also treat you to a good show."

As she said this, Fang Ruoyun brought her lips close to Lu Hao's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, making him stiffen.

Immediately afterwards, something wet and soft gently licked his earlobe.

"And..." she breathed softly, her voice alluring to the core, "you'll have to cooperate with me obediently then. Otherwise... I'll get angry..."

After saying that, Fang Ruoyun let out a hearty laugh, stretched out her finger and pinched Lu Hao's stiff cheek like she was teasing a puppy, then turned and walked into the villa with elegant steps.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Lu Hao stood there alone, his eyes gloomy.

tomorrow?

Tomorrow is Qin Shou's wedding.

What kind of show is she going to make me watch? Could it be related to Qin Shou?

And what about Xiao Xiyue? What is her relationship with Xiao Xiyue?

Judging from her tone just now, she seemed to know everything about Xiao Xiyue.

It even... carried a certain judgmental connotation.

Lu Hao felt like his head was in complete chaos.

But he knew that Qin Shou's wedding tomorrow would definitely not be peaceful.

Lu Hao got up and returned to the villa. He still didn't go inside, but sat on the bench outside and called Qin Shou out.

A short while later, Qin Shou staggered out, his face flushed, as if he had drunk quite a bit.

"Old Lu, what's wrong?" He sat down next to Lu Hao and put his arm around his shoulder.

Do you know Fang Ruoyun?

"I think I've heard of it before."

Qin Shou frowned slightly, thought about it carefully for a while, and then, as if he remembered something, smiled and said, "Isn't that Yunyun's best friend?"

"Best friend?"

"Yes, she'll be the bridesmaid tomorrow."

Lu Hao's mind exploded with a "boom"!