A Life of Attributes Starting as a Nobleman in the Republic of China Era

As soon as Su Yanqing saw Chen Che, she took his arm like a couple deeply in love and snuggled into his embrace.

"You finally decided to come see me?" Su Yanqing was a head shorter than Chen Che. She looked up at Chen Che with her mouth watering and her lips parted slightly.

Chen Che couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. He suppressed the urge to kiss her and said softly, "It's not that I didn't want to come, I was just too busy."

After saying that, he took out a prepared gift from his suit pocket and handed it to Su Yanqing: "Take a look, do you like it?"

"I'll look at it when we get home. Come on, see me off." Su Yanqing took the exquisitely packaged little box, put it in her handbag, and still held tightly to Chen Che, resting her head on his arm.

Su Yanqing's home was located at the intersection of the French Concession and western Shanghai, just a 20-minute walk from the Paramount Ballroom.

The plane trees lining the road cast dappled shadows under the streetlights. Chen Che and Su Yanqing's shadows overlapped, stretching and shrinking under the streetlights.

"Sister Qing, thank you so much for what you did for Director Chen last time."

"Pah! Why are you calling me 'sister'? Just call me Yan Qing."

Chen Che scratched her head, not wanting to give Su Yanqing too many inappropriate expectations: "It's better to call her Sister Qing."

Su Yanqing nodded thoughtfully and fell silent.

The two strolled around for a while longer. Passing the intersection of Xiafei Road and Madang Road, a quaint three-story villa appeared at the intersection.

"We're here." Su Yanqing stopped. "Walk me upstairs."

Chen Che couldn't afford to be disrespectful to her, nor did he want to get involved in a complicated and fruitless relationship, so he couldn't help but show a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Hahaha." Su Yanqing covered her mouth and laughed so hard she bent over, "Hahaha...hahaha..." She couldn't stop.

Chen Che stood awkwardly on the road; to be honest, he had never encountered such a situation before.

"Do you take me for a teenage girl? Or a prostitute like Sister Feng?" Su Yanqing straightened up, laughing until tears welled up in her eyes.

"No...that's not what I meant," Chen Che stammered.

"There are far more wealthy families in Shanghai than in Nanjing." Su Yanqing gently wiped away the tears of laughter, staring at Chen Che. "Do you think I want to be a daughter-in-law of the Chen family?"

She leaned against Chen Che's chest, touching his cheek with one hand: "Actually, Sister Qing just... wanted your body."

Chen Che's heart pounded, and a surge of heat rushed up his thighs.

Su Yanqing walked ahead, holding Chen Che's hand. Chen Che followed her into the boudoir.

Against a backdrop of pale pink, Su Yanqing's living room was devoid of elaborate decorations, featuring only just the right amount of blank space. A lace-up carpet draped over a deep purple chaise lounge, and a large Suzhou embroidery screen adorned with a pond full of lotus flowers stood against the opposite wall.

"Have a seat for a while." Su Yanqing took out the small gift box that Chen Che had given her from her handbag, waved it at Chen Che, winked, and went into the bathroom.

Chen Che sat on the sofa, rubbing his hands on his knees.

He took a deep breath and was about to pick up a magazine when Su Yanqing came out.

She was completely naked, except for the diamond pendant Chen Che had given her, which hung in the center of her gently rounded breasts, like spring hills.

Those long, straight legs were damnably crossed.

Chen Che stood up from the sofa without realizing it. Su Yanqing walked up to him, grabbed his tie, and slowly untied it.

......

After a period of time.

Chen Che lay on the bed, reached for his watch on the bedside table, and glanced at it: "Sister Qing, it's almost two o'clock. I have to go back."

"Okay." Su Yanqing sat up, tying her messy hair behind her head. "I'll see you off."

"No need, I can go down by myself." Chen Che also sat up and started to get dressed.

"There are no rickshaws in the concession at this time, I'll take you out."

Chen Che nodded.

At two in the morning, the streets of the French Concession were so quiet you could hear your own footsteps. The shop windows on Avenue Joffre were all dark, and the mannequins in Western-style dresses stood in a row behind the glass, casting long shadows under the streetlights.

"Che'er, do you mind if I call you Che'er?" Su Yanqing asked tentatively, linking arms with Chen Che.

Chen Che shook his head.

"Okay, Che'er. If you miss me, come see me. If you're busy, don't come." Su Yanqing lowered her head and said softly, "If there's anything I can do to help you, just say so. If I ask you for help, help if you can, but don't force yourself if you can't."

She stopped and looked up at Chen Che, waiting for his answer.

Chen Che nodded and softly hummed in agreement: "It's a deal."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from behind him in the distance.

Judging from the voices, there were at least three or four people. Chen Che turned around and shielded Su Yanqing behind him.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and only when they were right in front of him could Chen Che see them clearly.

A Chinese laborer dressed in a short jacket ran ahead, carrying an elegant briefcase. Three foreigners in full Western suits and vests followed closely behind.

The person running in front was panting heavily, and the distance between him and the three behind him was getting closer and closer. It seemed that he would be caught up soon.

The man ran past Chen Che, suddenly shoved his briefcase into Chen Che's arms, and then staggered away.

Chen Che held the briefcase, unsure whether to throw it away or keep it, and was at a loss for what to do.

The three foreigners chasing after him were also exhausted. When they saw Chen Che holding a briefcase, they stopped in front of him, put their hands on their knees and gasped for breath.

The three men had flushed faces and smelled strongly of alcohol, clearly having just been drinking.

Su Yanqing peeked out from behind Chen Che and said a few words in French to them, then said to Chen Che, "They said that the Chinese worker was a thief who stole their briefcase, and they chased him for several blocks."

Not wanting to cause any more trouble, Chen Che handed his briefcase to a tall foreigner who was leading the group, smiled and bowed slightly before turning to leave.

"Wait a minute," the foreigner in the lead said in broken Chinese, his eyes darting back and forth between Su Yanqing as he spoke.

At two in the morning, Su Yanqing saw Chen Che off downstairs. She was only wearing underwear and a thin dress. Although she had a shawl draped over her shoulders, her fair skin was still faintly visible in the night wind.

Chen Che frowned slightly and stepped aside to shield Su Yanqing: "The bag has been returned. Is there anything else?"

The foreigner didn't answer, but quickly opened his briefcase and inspected it. His face suddenly turned ugly, and he said a few words in French. The other two foreigners immediately surrounded him, one blocking Chen Che's way, and the other even reached out to grab Su Yanqing's wrist.

Chen Che's eyes sharpened, and before the foreigner could touch Su Yanqing, he grabbed his wrist, twisted and pushed him, causing the man to stagger back a few steps and almost fall.

"What are you doing!" Chen Che shouted in a deep voice.

The foreigner who was leading the group walked over with a gloomy face, waved his briefcase in front of Chen Che, and said, "Something is missing."