Chapter 3: The double heart-shaped characters

After the dream, the tower was locked high, and upon waking from drunkenness, the curtains were drawn low. Last spring’s sorrow returned at this time; amidst falling flowers, a person stood alone, while in the drizzle, swallows flew in pairs.

I remember when I first met Xiao Ping, wearing a silk dress embroidered with two heart-shaped characters. On the strings of the pipa, she expressed her longing; under the bright moon that night, it once illuminated the colorful clouds returning.

As the cicadas’ song gradually thinned in summer, and after a few cold rains, autumn began to set in. Outside the window was a hibiscus flower blooming splendidly, and leaning on the railing, she thought it was a rose in a daze. The morning’s rose was hidden in the locker by her, and the rich sweetness seemed still to linger on her fingertips. Looking up, she saw Teacher Zhou’s gaze sweep over in the mirror, and hurriedly performed several beautiful “Rondes,” their fluid grace making the teacher smile.

The dressing room was shared by the girls, inevitably filled with chatter. Xiao Fan had the sharpest eyes and the loudest voice, “Susu! Where did this come from?” Laughing, she snatched the rose into her hand, “So fragrant!” Mulan leaned over with a smile, “No need to ask, surely it’s from our Zhuang Chengzhi.” Xiao Fan waved the flower teasingly, “I’ll tell the teacher that Zhuang Chengzhi secretly picked another rose from the flower bed for his sweetheart.”

Mulan smiled and hooked her arm around Xiao Fan’s shoulder, “Susu, shall I give you the lead role? You and Zhuang Chengzhi dancing ‘Butterfly Lovers’ would be ten thousand times more harmonious than me with him.” Ren Susu smiled and said, “If you keep talking, I will reveal your secret!” Xiao Fan eagerly asked, “What secret?” Susu didn’t reply, and Mulan pinched her cheek, “You bad girl! Only you are the worst!”

A group of them went out to eat dinner, with Mulan and Susu lagging behind. Mulan changed into a Western-style dress, watching Susu put on that pearl-white dress, and couldn’t help but say, “Why do you always wear these?” She linked arms with her, “Come eat with me.”

Susu shook her head, “Thanks, last time I accompanied you, I felt so uneasy.” Mulan said, “You are too rigid; they were just joking and didn’t mean anything else. Besides — any one of those people would be good, do you really want to dance your whole life?” Susu smiled, “I know, I know, I know you want to marry a nobleman’s son and live comfortably as a young mistress. My fate is to dance my whole life.” Mulan chuckled, saying, “It’s because you want to dance with Zhuang Chengzhi all your life.” Susu pretended to hit her. The two walked out and saw a shiny black Chevrolet parked across the street. From the car window, someone waved at Mulan from afar. Mulan’s eyes lit up, and after waving to Susu, she hurried over.

Susu watched the car drive away and stood by the roadside for a while. Then Zhuang Chengzhi came over and asked, “Have you been waiting long?” She looked up at him, his fair and bright face like the autumn sun, shining straight into her heart. She smiled and said, “I just came down.” They both went to eat wontons together.

The light aroma of seaweed, the snow-white transparent wrappers — Susu started to sweat slightly and took out her handkerchief to wipe it. Chengzhi suddenly asked her, “What’s wrong with Mulan lately? She seems distracted.” He and Mulan were partners, so he naturally noticed Mulan wasn’t focused on practice. Susu said, “She has a new boyfriend.” Chengzhi asked, “The one who just drove here?” Susu nodded, and Chengzhi said, “Is he from a wealthy family?”

Not only wealthy — it was said that his family had significant influence. Once, Susu couldn’t refuse Mulan and was dragged along to dinner. It was her first time eating Western food: sparkling crystal chandeliers, shiny floors, glittering cutlery — everything seemed dazzling. The people there were fashionable and beautiful. Mulan was poised and unafraid of anyone challenging her to drink. During the meal, a young man named He Zhongze loved to tease Mulan, insisting she finish her glass. She said, “Alright, alright!” and drained the entire glass, her jade pendants swinging like swings, shimmering green under the light. The others cheered loudly, and He Zhongze commented, “Xiao Xu, your girlfriend is straightforward and impressive!” Mulan just gave a mischievous smile. Later, He Zhongze turned to Susu, “Since Miss Fang drank, shouldn’t Miss Ren show some courtesy too?” Susu, who had never encountered such a situation, immediately blushed. Eventually, Mulan’s boyfriend Xu Changning saved her, “Miss Ren really can’t hold her liquor, unlike you all who are used to fooling around. Don’t scare her.”

After dinner, Xu Changning called a car to send her and Mulan back. Mulan teased her, “Susu, that Mr. He seems quite interested in you.” True enough, the next day, He Zhongze invited her to dinner. She politely declined. Mulan lamented for a while, “Miss, that’s He Yuan Cheng’s eldest son. How could you not even show him a bit of kindness?” Susu countered, “Who is He Yuan Cheng?” Mulan looked both amused and exasperated, finally saying, “You really — don’t you even know who Mu Rong Feng is?” This made Susu laugh, realizing He Yuan Cheng was a famous political figure. To this day, that Mr. He still occasionally invites her, but she always avoids it.

Mulan was late and scolded by the teacher, punished with extra practice. Everyone else left, but Susu quietly came back to check on her. Mulan was practicing kicks and stopped when she saw Susu, asking, “Is Teacher Zhou gone?”

“Gone.”

Mulan stuck out her tongue, her face glistening with sweat, and wiped herself with a towel. Leaning lazily on the bar, she asked, “Susu, tomorrow is Sunday, come play with me.” Susu shook her head, “Thanks, I can’t handle Xu’s friends.” Mulan said, “Tomorrow, there won’t be anyone else, just me and him.” Susu smiled, “Then what am I doing there? Being a third wheel?” Mulan winked her pretty eyes, “Tomorrow, his sister will also be there. Keep me company, please.”

She laughed, “Only ugly brides are afraid to meet their in-laws. You’re not ugly, why be afraid of meeting your sister-in-law?”

Mulan pouted, “Susu —” then pressed her hand to her chest, saying, “I don’t know why, but thinking about meeting his family makes my heart race.” She clasped her hands together, “Please, after all these years as sisters, accompany me. I’ll be scared alone.”

Unable to resist Mulan’s persistence, Susu reluctantly agreed.

Early the next morning, Mulan came to call on her. Susu observed that Mulan was still wearing a Western-style dress, albeit with light makeup. Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied with a ribbon into a playful bow, looking both mischievous and beautiful. Susu couldn’t help but smile, “You look so beautiful dressed like this.” Mulan reached out and lifted Susu’s thick braid, “Oh, your hair has grown so long? You usually tie it up, so it’s not noticeable.”

They ate Western food again, but the atmosphere among the four was subdued. Xu Changning’s sister, Xu Changxuan, wore tasteful Western attire, not overly adorned, with only a six-carat diamond ring on her finger, shining like a star embedded between her fingers. She was polite to Mulan, calling her “Miss Fang,” though her politeness carried a hint of distance. Susu, who rarely spoke, remained silent seeing Mulan quiet. Only Xu siblings exchanged occasional idle talk. Feeling the awkward silence, Xu Changning intentionally found a topic, asking Xu Changxuan, “Any news in Wuchi? Tell us something interesting.” Xu Changxuan replied, “Nothing much — except one thing. Today, I ran into Jin Rui, and she kept asking about that bet we made. She says you still owe her a meal. Jin Rui also mentioned she’s going to the horse track today. Big Brother, let’s go horse riding later.”

Xu Changning paused briefly, and Xu Changxuan added, “Miss Fang and Miss Ren should join us too. It’s more fun with more people.”

Xu Changning glanced at Mulan, who, unwilling to give Xu Changxuan an impression of being petty on their first meeting, quickly responded, “Sure! Both Susu and I love lively gatherings.”

After finishing the meal, they headed to the horse track, discovering it was a private facility. Nestled against the mountain and facing the lake, the scenery was beautiful. Though it was late autumn, the expensive imported grass was still lush and green like a carpet. The maple and maple trees lining the paths were ablaze with red leaves. Beyond the waist-high white fences stood several tall ginkgo trees, their yellow fan-like leaves rustling in the wind, carpeting the ground in gold. Seeing such stunning scenery, Susu felt refreshed and invigorated.

In the changing room, Susu said, “I’d better not change; I won’t ride anyway.” Mulan replied, “It’s easy and really fun. I’ve ridden before, and it was enjoyable. For your first time, I’ll have someone hold the reins for you. After two laps, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Once dressed, sure enough, two gentle horses awaited them outside. Xu Changning smiled, “I specially picked two of the most obedient horses for the ladies.” Mulan asked, “What about Miss Xu?” Xu Changning pointed far ahead, where, in the sunlight, a rider was already far away, truly swift and graceful.

Susu had never been close to a horse before and found it a massive creature, both timid and fearful. Fortunately, the riding instructor displayed remarkable patience, “Miss, please approach from the front-left side; don’t approach from behind, or you might get kicked.” Then he held the reins and taught her how to mount. With her dance training, she gracefully stepped onto the horse. The instructor loosened the reins and slowly led her, carefully correcting each movement. By the time she completed two large circles, Mulan and Xu Changning had disappeared, likely off somewhere for private conversation. She noticed the instructor, now drenched in sweat under the blazing sun. Feeling uneasy, she said, “Take a break. Let me try circling alone.” The young instructor, with a cheerful disposition, assumed she wanted to try independently and joked, “Be careful,” handing her the reins before heading back to the stables.

Susu wasn’t afraid, letting the horse move slowly forward along the riding path toward the south. She heard the wind rustling through the nearby leaves, the sunlight casting golden ripples on the distant blue lake. The stables were far behind, barely visible outlines of buildings. All around was quiet, save for the chirping of insects in the grass. A tinge of panic arose in her heart. Suddenly, she faintly heard hoofbeats rushing toward her, growing closer and clearer. Looking up, she saw a rider galloping down the hill. Seeing the speed, she tried to move aside, but in her flustered state, she pulled the reins too hard, causing the horse to back up a couple of steps. Panic-stricken, she tightened her grip on the reins, and the purebred Holsteiner, accustomed to pampering, let out a loud neigh and bolted forward. Caught off guard, she nearly fell off but managed to lean forward, preventing the fall. The horse went wild, charging straight toward the oncoming rider.

The other rider remained calm, swiftly pulling the reins to steer clear. At the moment they passed each other, he deftly grabbed her reins. The horse neighed again, struggling fiercely. In a flash, she lost balance and fell. In that fleeting instant, a pair of arms caught her waist. Her braids unraveled, and her long hair fanned out in the wind like a dark, glossy arc. Dizzy and disoriented, she saw a pair of eyes—deep and serene like the lake, with glimmers of gold under the sunlight—staring directly at her.

The world fell silent, leaving only him and her. So close—she had never been this near to a man, almost without any barriers. His body carried a faint scent of tobacco and mint water. His arm still encircled her waist, and through her clothes, she could feel the warmth of his skin. His bangs were tousled by the wind, softly brushing his clear forehead. He asked, “Who are you?” Terrified beyond measure, she didn’t know how to explain anything or who he was. In her extreme panic, she instinctively lowered her head, letting her flowing hair cascade down as if to shield her vision and feel safe.

The sound of hooves approached, and two or three riders descended from the hill, worriedly shouting, “Third Young Master, is something wrong?”

He turned and said, “Nothing serious.” Then he lowered his head to ask her, “Are you hurt?” She instinctively shook her head. Those riders had already arrived, dismounted, and now looked at her with suspicion. She became even more flustered and instinctively recoiled. He naturally tightened his grip slightly, seemingly to reassure her, saying gently, “It’s fine now, everything’s fine.”

He turned to address the others, his tone turning severe, “This young lady doesn’t know how to ride. Who let her ride alone in the field? Such dangerous situations only end in accidents for you to handle.” His words made them lower their heads. Susu gradually calmed down and saw two riders approaching — Mulan and Xu Changning. Spotting familiar faces, she felt relieved and realized she was still in his embrace. Blushing, she said softly, “Thank you, please let me down.” Embarrassed and frightened, her voice was barely audible. But he heard her, dismounted swiftly, and without hesitation extended his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she placed her hand in his. He effortlessly helped her down.

Once she steadied herself, Mulan and Xu Changning had already galloped over. Xu Changning exclaimed, “Ah,” and after dismounting, like the others, called out, “Third Young Master.” He then smiled, “Just mentioned to Changxuan that Jin Rui was here, and you might come too.” Mulan dismounted and rushed to hold Susu’s hand, anxiously asking, “What happened?” Clever as she was, she understood the situation and further asked, “Did you fall?”

Susu shook her head. Meanwhile, the Third Young Master casually tapped his boots’ spurs with his whip but suddenly turned to look at her. A gust of wind blew by, and she combed her hair with her hand, lowering her head slowly. He said, “You invited me here as a guest but didn’t treat the young lady well. If she had fallen, how would you have handled it?” Xu Changning laughed, “Thanks to your timely intervention.” Susu was inwardly astonished by his tone, realizing he was the owner of this prestigious horse track. Such a magnificent place, unimaginable to belong to such a young master. He said, “Changning, treat me to dinner tonight. Your chef’s crab meat lion’s head dish has quite the reputation.” Xu Changning beamed, “Your praise truly honors me.” The Third Young Master, seemingly casual with him, smiled, “You getting honored is rare. We have a deal.” A servant stepped forward and whispered something in his ear. The Third Young Master raised an eyebrow, and Xu Changning asked, “What is it?” He smiled, “I forgot myself. Father wants me to visit the new airport at Mang Lake this afternoon.” He squinted at the sun and said, “It’s already late. I’ll have to lie later.”

Seeing the servants’ troubled expressions, Xu Changning joked, “Look at your lack of courage, embarrassing your Third Young Master. He isn’t afraid, why are you?” The Third Young Master smiled, “Don’t provoke me. I’ll keep my word and visit tonight. I’ll call Old Song; if Father asks, he can cover for me.”

Hearing this, Xu Changning was genuinely pleased and suddenly remembered, “I haven’t introduced the two young ladies. Mulan, Miss Ren, this is Young Master Mu Rong, the Third.” The Third Young Master corrected, “Don’t speak so casually in public. My name is Mu Rong Qingyi.”

Mulan, hearing his earlier conversation with Xu Changning, already guessed his distinguished identity and now realized he was the renowned Third Young Master Mu Rong. Not older than his early twenties, playing with his snake-skin riding crop, he appeared nonchalant yet possessed an air of refined elegance. Even Xu Changning, handsome as he was, paled in comparison. She thought, no wonder he resembles his mother, whose photos frequently appeared in newspapers, exuding grace and nobility.

Xu Changning immediately called home to arrange the dinner. By evening, everything was ready. Susu didn’t want to attend, but Mulan considered this unexpected joy despite it not being a formal occasion, refusing to let her decline. With half-persuasion and half-pleading, she pulled Susu into the car.

The dinner at Xu’s residence was informal but demonstrated the natural grandeur expected of a prominent household. Even Mulan toned down her usual spiritedness, behaving demurely like Lin Daiyu entering the Jia Mansion. Finally, the meal ended. As servants served coffee, Mu Rong Qingyi raised an eyebrow, “Coffee? Really?” Xu Changning laughed, “Of course, tea is prepared for you.” Indeed, the staff brought a covered celadon cup. Mu Rong Qingyi smiled, “You really go all out, using this to entertain guests.” Xu Changning replied, “I’m afraid you’d criticize me for having only mundane utensils!” Qingyi said, “My usual Qianlong kiln sky-blue teacup once caught Father’s eye when he was in a foul mood. He muttered ‘squandering brat,’ which was unlucky.”

Meanwhile, Xu Changxuan chimed in, “Mother uses a set of excellent Jun porcelain for entertaining guests.” Qingyi smiled, “Mother has become lazy these days. She used to enjoy tea parties and dances, but this year, even large gatherings are fewer.” As he spoke, he checked his watch, “I must leave. Father might have sent for me already.”

Xu Changning didn’t insist on keeping him, personally escorting him out. Mulan and Susu stayed for another fifteen minutes before taking their leave. Xu Changning arranged a car to send them home. Mulan lived downtown, while Susu resided in the suburbs. Thus, the car dropped her off last. She thanked them and watched the Xu family car disappear before turning into the alley.

On this autumn evening, crickets chirped incessantly from the roadside bushes. The bright moon cast splashes of silvery light, making the road smooth and shiny like water or a mirror. By the moonlight, she rummaged in her handbag for keys. Her house was a small courtyard with clusters of autumn begonias planted beneath the fence, their lush foliage visible even in the moonlight. The gate bore a small iron lock, rusted from weather exposure, requiring effort to open. She was bent over unlocking it when she heard a voice behind her, “Miss Ren.”

Startled, she trembled, and the keys slipped from her hand to the ground. Turning around, she recognized the face as somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall meeting him before. The man smiled, “Miss Ren, my surname is Lei. My superior wishes to invite you for tea. Would you honor us with your presence?” She then remembered; this Mr. Lei was the Third Young Master’s attendant, always present at the horse track and Xu’s residence, explaining her familiarity. Referring to his superior, it must be the Third Young Master Mu Rong. Her heart raced, “It’s too late. Perhaps another time.” Mr. Lei was courteous, “It’s only eight o’clock; it won’t take much of your time.” She tried her best to politely decline, but Mr. Lei had no choice but to retreat toward the alley. She then noticed two black cars parked in the shadows of the walls, invisible unless scrutinized closely. After a moment, she heard light footsteps, thinking Mr. Lei had returned, her fear deepened. However, the tiny key was nowhere to be found, and the more anxious she became, the harder it was to locate.

The approaching figure drew nearer, clearly illuminated by the moonlight. To her utter astonishment, it was Mu Rong Qingyi himself. She never imagined he would suddenly appear in such a humble alley, shocked and terrified, taking a step back. Smiling, he called out, “Miss Ren,” and looked around, remarking, “Your place is truly serene and elegant.”

Terrified to the core, she froze as he reached out and took her hand. Too shocked and angry to struggle, she stood there. He raised his hand, brushing her long hair, which cascaded back onto her shoulders. Panicking, she stumbled backward until she hit the gate. Her heart pounded wildly, “Mr. Mu Rong, please respect me. I have a boyfriend.”

His eyes flickered uncertainly under the moonlight, a hint of a smile on his lips. Cold sweat trickled down her back. He gripped her hand and led her toward the car. In her confused state, she only realized to pull away when they reached the car. She recoiled, but he yanked forcefully, causing her to stumble forward. Seizing the opportunity, he wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her into the car. The attendant closed the door, and the car silently drove off. Frightened beyond words, she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer, but fortunately, apart from holding her hand, he made no other moves that unsettled her. The car traveled for a long time before stopping. As soon as it did, someone opened the door for them. He got out first, then turned to extend his hand. Her clothes were drenched with sweat, and she sat there motionless like a marble statue. He persisted in extending his hand, and eventually, she had no choice but to get out. Towering trees surrounded a Western-style building, and the sparse and dense streetlights and courtyard lamps only deepened the sense of the vast estate.

He said, “I have a gift for you.” Still holding her hand, they walked along the cobblestone path deeper into the courtyard. She followed him in a dream-like state, stumbling into another courtyard. He said, “Turn on the lights.” Instantly, the place was brightly lit, and she gasped.

It was an endless expanse of green lotus leaves. Strings of lights on both sides extended far into the distance. Under the light, the breeze caused the emerald leaves to flutter, standing tall like umbrellas. Though it was late autumn, the lotus flowers here bloomed serenely and beautifully, densely packed pink blossoms resembling jade bowls filled with flowing light or moon-bathing beauties standing on water. This scene was like a dream, leaving her entranced.

He smiled, “Do you like it? Here, hot spring water is diverted, so we still have such beauty in October.”

She smiled faintly, dimples appearing briefly on her cheeks, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like hibiscus swaying in the west wind, revealing sparse flower stamens. After a while, she softly said, “It’s beautiful.”

He chuckled lightly, paused, and asked, “What’s your name?”

The scent of lotus drifted faintly, and a light mist hovered over the pond, everything seeming like an illusion. She lowered her head, “Ren Susu.”

He whispered, “Susu... plain clothes, pure heart, this name is very nice.” She looked up at him gazing at her, feeling a slight blush on her face, and slowly lowered her head again. In the light, the cool breeze played with the strands of hair at her neck, making her skin appear even more like congealed fat. Unable to help himself, he asked, “Why aren’t you smiling? You look very beautiful when you smile.” Hearing this, Susu felt inexplicably afraid and remained silent, head bowed. He gently lifted her face with his hand and said, “The beauty and the nation delight each other; ah... though this poem is an old metaphor, these lotuses and you complement each other perfectly. Susu, don’t you understand my feelings?” She hastily stepped back and said, “Third Master, I...” But he suddenly kissed her. She felt her breath catch, the warmth on her lips seeming to take away all thought, leaving only a terrified blankness. She struggled, his arms like iron bands. In her panic, she raised her hand and scratched his face. He exclaimed in pain and finally let go.

She was both frightened and shocked, her eyes full of panic. He pressed his wound, and she could hear her own shallow breathing, her heart pounding wildly. He remained silent for a moment before smiling, “Only today did I realize how much I am disliked.”

Breathing heavily, her clothes soaked with sweat, she shivered as the night breeze brought a chill. She said, “I want to go home.” Mu Rong Qingyi was silent for a moment before saying, “Alright, I’ll have someone take you back.”

In the car, she realized her forehead was covered with cold sweat. There were two red marks on her wrist where he had gripped her, and she felt lingering fear. Outside the window, the lights flashed past like meteors, fleeting like summer fireflies, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Her wrist ached faintly, but the fear in her heart grew clearer.

At ten o’clock in the morning, servants gradually began moving about the official residence. Chrysanthemums by the swimming pool were in full bloom, specially arranged on flower stands, displaying a riot of colors competing for attention. The profusion of flowers resembled brocade under the morning sunlight, casting a faint golden glow that made them look like a cascading five-colored waterfall, exceptionally beautiful. Breakfast was served in front of the flower stands, prepared by the Western chef as usual. Three people were dining, occasionally hearing the soft clink of cutlery, returning to silence, so quiet that the sound of the fountain splashing in the courtyard was clearly audible. At this moment, the distant sound of shoes walking on the corridor could be heard. Li Bai Ze raised his head, not seeing the person yet, but the footsteps stopped at the corner, presumably entering the house through the back door. He couldn’t help but smile, saying to his wife beside him, “It must be Lao San returning.” Jin Rui put down her cutlery, took a sip of coffee, and said, “Mother, you should discipline Lao San. Letting those around him indulge his misbehavior. Look at him sneaking around like this. If Father sees it, he’ll surely get angry again.”

Madam Mu Rong smiled faintly, lifted her face, and put down her napkin. A servant quickly approached, and she instructed, “Go see if it’s Lao San who returned. If it is, tell him to come see me.” The servant went as instructed, and after a moment, indeed led Mu Rong Qingyi in. He had already changed clothes, and seeing the three of them, he greeted them with a smile, “Today everyone’s here—Mother, Elder Sister, Brother-in-law.” Madam Mu Rong said, “Don’t joke around with me. Tell me, why didn’t you return last night? Your father had people looking for you everywhere yesterday. I won’t interfere this time; later, you explain to him yourself.”

Mu Rong Qingyi kept smiling, “Father was looking for me? He must have forgotten. Yesterday, I was ordered to go to Mang Lake, and it was too late to return.” As he spoke, he pulled a chair and sat down. Jin Rui snickered, put down her cup, and said, “Lao San, stop lying. Tell us, what’s this?” She pointed to his face. Madam Mu Rong noticed, and indeed, there was a thin scratch under his left eye. She hurriedly asked, “How did this happen?”

Mu Rong Qingyi smiled, “Yesterday on the mountain, a branch scratched me.” Madam Mu Rong frowned, “Nonsense, this is clearly a nail scratch.” Jin Rui carefully examined the wound, pursed her lips, and laughed, “I bet it was a woman who scratched him.”

Mu Rong Qingyi laughed, “Brother-in-law, listen to what Elder Sister says. It’s tough tolerating her for so many years.” Madam Mu Rong said, “Stop joking around trying to muddy the waters. Your father doesn’t know about your antics outside. If he finds out, it will cost you dearly.”

Seeing her serious expression, Mu Rong Qingyi lightly smiled, “Mom, don’t get angry. The doctor said getting angry causes wrinkles.” As he spoke, he winked at Jin Rui, “Elder Sister, if Mother gets wrinkles, it’s because of your loose tongue.” Jin Rui laughed, “You’re always framing others. Mother getting angry is your fault, not mine.”

Mu Rong Qingyi smiled, “How dare I make Mother unhappy? I’m counting on her to plead for me.” Madam Mu Rong said, “I can’t manage you anymore. Later, I’ll tell your father, let him teach you a lesson so you remember.”

Mu Rong Qingyi feigned regretful expression, “There’s no escaping it anyway. Alright, alright, I’ll just brace myself for a beating.” Madam Mu Rong sighed, “Think about it yourself. Last time your father got so angry, why won’t you change? Those people outside are no good, incapable of doing proper work, only coming up with frivolous ideas.”

Jin Rui snickered again, “Mother, you’re biased. All parents are like this. They always think their children are good. Even if they make mistakes, it’s because others incited them.”

Madam Mu Rong chided, “You little one.” Knowing she was right, she admitted she was indeed partial, especially since her eldest son died young, and this youngest son was somewhat spoiled. But loving her son deeply, she asked Mu Rong Qingyi, “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet?” Turning to someone, she said, “Tell the kitchen to prepare another portion.”

She examined his facial wound closely, asking, “Who exactly scratched you? Such a fierce hand, going higher might injure your eye?” She also asked nearby, “Who were the people following Lao San yesterday?”

Mu Rong Qingyi said, “Mom, it’s nothing serious. Don’t make a big fuss over it. If it gets to Father’s ears, it might really cause trouble.”

At this moment, Li Bai Ze finally laughed, “Mother, don’t worry. If Lao San says it’s nothing, then it’s nothing.” Jin Rui also laughed, “Is this considered a disadvantage? Our Lao San never loses to women; it’s always women losing to him.”

Mu Rong Qingyi smiled, “Elder Sister, why won’t you spare me today?” Jin Rui said, “I’m doing this for your own good.” She added, “Nowadays, you’re like a wild horse. Will there never be a day you get reined in? Later, I’ll tell Miss Kang about this, let’s see what she thinks.”

Mu Rong Qingyi frowned, “Why mention her? What does she mean to me?” Their bickering was commonplace to Madam Mu Rong, and seeing her son upset, she said, “I wanted to ask you. For the past two months, I haven’t seen her visiting. What happened between you and her?”

Mu Rong Qingyi said, “Kang Minxian and I are long over. Stop bringing her up.” Jin Rui said, “Minxian is beautiful, smart, and pleasant. Among our family acquaintances, it’s rare to find such an outstanding girl. Even Father praised her as ‘smart, virtuous, and living up to her name.’ Why treat her like this?” Mu Rong Qingyi impatiently said, “Mother, I have official duties to attend to first,” and stood up without waiting for Jin Rui to say anything else.

Seeing him leave in a hurry, Madam Mu Rong finally said, “Jin Rui, what’s wrong with you today?” Jin Rui replied, “I’m doing it for his own good. Lao San is young and reckless. I’m worried he’ll create troubles that, if Father finds out, we’ll all suffer.”

Madam Mu Rong said, “Because he’s young, he flirts around. Who hasn’t been through that? As long as he doesn’t cause trouble, I’ll turn a blind eye. His father keeps a close watch on him daily. If I press him further, things might get strained. You know Lao San’s temperament; when he’s stubborn, he listens to no one. Remember last time when your father got so angry, and he didn’t utter a word? If he had said something conciliatory, it wouldn’t have escalated to your father’s fury. If I hadn’t intervened, who knows what your father would have done.” She added, “Both father and son have the same bad temper. Your father, whatever he gets his hands on, uses it. Lao San is even more obstinate. Even knowing he’d get a bloody head, he didn’t dodge when your father threw the paperweight at him. Only now does his hair cover the scar.”

Jin Rui laughed, “Mom, Father only scolded him once, and you’ve mentioned it countless times. That’s truly ‘beating the child, hurting the mother.’”

Meanwhile, Susu skipped a day of class, and Mulan came to visit her after class. The distance was too far, so she took a tricycle. Getting off at the alley entrance and walking in, it was dusk, and every household was preparing dinner. On the roadside coal stoves, pots simmered with steam, and groups of children played in the alleys, their laughter sharp and piercing. From afar, Mulan saw the gate closed and wondered if she wasn’t home. Approaching, she realized the gate was just ajar. She pushed the door open and called into the yard, “Susu.” No response. Moving a few steps forward, she found the door also ajar and called again, “Susu.” No lights were on inside. A few rays of sunset filtered through the west-facing windows, creating a hazy glow. She saw Susu lying on the bed, who slowly turned over upon hearing footsteps, “Why are you here?”

Mulan found her voice normal, as she often visited, and casually turned on the light, exclaiming, “What’s wrong with your complexion? Are you sick?”

Susu shook her head, “I just have a headache, so I wanted to rest for a bit.” Mulan said, “I knew you weren’t feeling well; otherwise, you wouldn’t have skipped class.” She added, “Tonight, Changning is hosting a dinner and wants to invite you too.”

Susu combed her disheveled long hair, pausing for some reason. Mulan continued, “There’s no one else, just him and Changxuan inviting the two of us for Yangzhou cuisine.”

Susu said, “I’m really not in a state to go, Mulan, I’m sorry.” Mulan laughed, “Quickly get up, comb your hair, wash your face, and I guarantee you’ll feel better.” She added, “You’re just moping around. Going out for dinner might cheer you up.” Susu forced a smile, “I really don’t want to go.” Mulan pulled her hand, “Even if you’re uncomfortable, you still need to eat. I remember you love Yangzhou cuisine. This time, it’s at Twenty-Four Bridges, an authentic Huaiyang restaurant.” Without further ado, she pushed her to the washstand, “Quickly wash your face and change clothes.”

Helpless, Susu hastily washed and dressed before going out with her. Twenty-Four Bridges was currently a fashionable restaurant. They got out of the car at the entrance, and the waiter respectfully led them to a private room on the third floor. The Xu siblings were already there, and after the four settled at the table, tea was served. First came the snacks: Yunsi cake, Hongfu zongzi, Su’er shaobing, and Zeng’er cake. Susu saw the tea’s green color and smelled a delightful fragrance. A waiter quietly asked something in Xu Changning’s ear, and he said, “Wait a bit more; the host hasn’t arrived yet.” Hearing this, Susu felt an indescribable unease. Before his words ended, the private room door opened, and footsteps were heard behind the screen. Her heart raced, and sure enough, Xu Changning laughed and stood up, “Third Master, as the host, how come you’re the last to arrive?”

He laughed, “Something urgent delayed me. Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Susu finally looked up to see him in full military uniform, casually taking off his hat and handing it to the attendant behind him. His gaze fell on her, and she quickly lowered her head to drink tea, only to find the tea lukewarm and slightly bitter. Xu Changning said, “Not even changing clothes before rushing over shows quite some sincerity.”

He smiled, “Not just some, but full sincerity.”

Dishes were served one by one, exquisitely prepared, with attentive service. Susu had no appetite and only tasted a little. Chinese banquets are time-consuming, and by the time the final soup was served, nearly two hours had passed. Xu Changning said, “Later, let’s play cards.” Mulan said, “Susu and I need to return; we have class tomorrow.” Xu Changning said, “Alright, I’ll send you back.” After a pause, he added, “My car is full with three people. Third Master, it’s troublesome, but could you take Miss Ren?”

Susu quickly said, “No need, taking a tricycle is very convenient.” Mulan also said, “Susu and I will take a car together.” Xu Changning said, “It’s already so late, and the road is far. It’s not safe for two girls. It’s just a bit of trouble for Third Master.” He stood up, took Mulan’s hand, and called to Xu Changxuan, “Let’s go.” Xu Changxuan gave Susu a faint smile, and the three gracefully departed.

The private room was left with just the two of them. She silently stood up, her palms sweaty, feeling sticky, and her handbag seemed to weigh a thousand jin. Head bowed, she followed him out, and only in the car did he ask, “I heard you weren’t feeling well. Are you sick?” She shook her head. She had rushed out today, wearing a short cheongsam with a white base and lilac polka dots, accentuating her delicate oval face, looking particularly pitiful. Seeing him gaze intently at her, she felt even more awkward and slowly lowered her head. He chuckled softly, “You’re still a child, sulking over my abruptness?” After a pause, he added, “Alright, it’s my fault.” Hearing this, she just kept her head down. The road was bumpy, and the car slightly rocked, but he reached out his hand, saying, “A gift for you.”

It was a small brocade box. She refused to take it, so he opened it for her to see. It was a pair of bracelets, green like two pools of clear water. Though she didn’t recognize what was called “glass jade,” the radiant aura of the treasure was evident. She shook her head, “Such a valuable item, I can’t accept it.” He didn’t insist, only asked, “Then, shall we go horse riding again this weekend?”

She just shook her head. The car fell silent, and after a moment, they arrived at the alley entrance. She seemed to exhale lightly, and after getting out, she politely thanked him. Mu Rong Qingyi watched her enter the gate before telling the driver, “Drive on.”

Lei Shaogong noticed him tying and untying the ribbon on the brocade box repeatedly. Intrigued, he asked, “Third Master, back to Shuangqiao?”

Mu Rong Qingyi said, “Back to Shuangqiao. Mother expects a visit.”

The official residence was bustling. Madam Mu Rong invited several female guests for dinner, and after the meal, they gathered in the western corridor’s living room to drink tea and listen to a renowned Kunqu opera singer perform “Begging for Skill.” Mu Rong Qingyi saw they were all female guests and paused at the door. Jin Rui looked up and saw him, calling, “Lao San, why don’t you come in?” He walked in and greeted, “Mother.” Madam Mu Rong smiled, “You’re back early today. How come you didn’t change clothes?”

He replied, “I came directly here after returning.” Seeing Madam Mu Rong fixated on the stage, he seized the opportunity, “I’ll go change.” He exited and went upstairs. After changing into a suit and coming down, the western living room was still filled with laughter and chatter. He walked straight ahead through the corridor to the front of the house and ordered a car. The attendant office didn’t expect him to go out again so soon after returning. Lei Shaogong asked, “To Duanshan?” He frowned and said, “Enough talk!”

Knowing his temper, Lei Shaogong didn’t ask further and had someone bring the car out. Once in the car, he instructed, “I don’t care what method you use, bring Miss Ren to Duanshan to see me.” Lei Shaogong acknowledged with a “Yes,” but inwardly, he was troubled. However, knowing Third Master’s disposition, there was no room for negotiation.

Lei Shaogong was the most trusted attendant, and having been by his side for so long, he had become somewhat of a confidant. Seeing his troubled expression, Mu Rong Qingyi couldn’t help but crack a smile, saying, “What’s the matter? You didn’t look this troubled when I sent you to invite Ye Fangfei last time.”

Lei Shaogong, hearing this, realized the matter was settled for now and replied with a smile, “Miss Ye, being a famous actress, eagerly accepted the invitation to dine with Third Master. But Miss Ren...”

As he spoke, he carefully observed Mu Rong Qingyi’s expression. Indeed, he seemed preoccupied, lost in thought. After a moment, Mu Rong Qingyi sighed. Sensing his displeasure, Lei Shaogong remained silent. Seeing him wave his hand as a signal to leave, Lei Shaogong retreated to the duty room.

The evening was relatively quiet, and two colleagues were chatting over a pot of Tieguanyin tea in the duty room. Seeing him enter, one asked, “Is Third Master going out?” Lei Shaogong replied, “He initially planned to, but then changed his mind.” One of the attendants chuckled, “Even our Third Master encounters setbacks sometimes.” The rules of the attendant office were strict, and though they were all colleagues, the topic was swiftly dropped, moving on to other matters. Lei Shaogong sat down to drink his tea, pondering that Miss Ren indeed had some spirit—hoping Third Master’s interest in her would fade soon after meeting someone else.

________________________________________ The next day was Lei Shaogong’s day off. Coincidentally, one of his classmates had just returned from abroad, and a group of friends had gathered at Phoenix Pavilion to welcome him back. The young men hadn’t seen each other in years, so the reunion was lively and boisterous. By the time Lei Shaogong returned home, it was already seven or eight o’clock in the evening. No sooner had he arrived than he received a call from the attendant’s office, prompting him to rush back to Duanshan. From afar, he spotted the on-duty attendant standing under the rain corridor, while the house was eerily quiet. He entered silently, careful not to make a sound.

On the floor lay the shattered remains of a vase, its contents—a bouquet of red-and-gold chrysanthemums—scattered across the carpet. The flowers lay haphazardly, their vibrant colors contrasting sharply with the deep navy carpet, creating an unintended yet striking effect. Lei Shaogong carefully stepped around the broken branches and entered the room. There, he saw Mu Rong Qingyi lounging half-reclined on a rosewood couch, holding an English magazine, though his gaze was fixed on the screen. Lei Shaogong called out softly, “Third Master.”

Mu Rong Qingyi grunted in acknowledgment and asked, “Isn’t today your day off?”

Lei Shaogong took in the scene before him and guessed what had transpired. Knowing that Mu Rong Qingyi’s temper had already been vented, he smiled and said lightly, “I was bored at home anyway, so I thought I’d come over.” Then, feigning regret, he added, “Why waste your anger on objects? I’ve always had my eye on that Yongzheng yellow-glazed lotus vase, but I never dared ask you for it. And now, here you’ve gone and smashed it.”

Mu Rong Qingyi knew Lei Shaogong was deliberately steering the conversation toward trivial matters. Still flipping through the magazine, he said tersely, “Stop beating around the bush. Spit it out if you have something to say.”

Lei Shaogong replied, “Yes,” then paused thoughtfully before suggesting, “How about organizing a hunting trip this week? We could invite Huo Zongqi and Kang Mincheng to join us.”

Mu Rong Qingyi set the magazine aside and sat up slightly. His tone carried a trace of irritation as he said, “I told you not to beat around the bush. Why are you still rambling?”

Lei Shaogong, realizing there was no avoiding the subject, finally said, “Miss Ren may be beautiful, but in the end, she’s just a woman, Third Master. There’s no need to take her to heart.”

Mu Rong Qingyi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Who’s been gossiping to you?”

Lei Shaogong answered smoothly, “With the way you lost your temper earlier, they naturally didn’t dare hide anything from me.”

Mu Rong Qingyi frowned. “Cut the formalities. You know how I feel about that.”

Despite his outward calm, Lei Shaogong noticed a flicker of disappointment in Mu Rong Qingyi’s expression, which startled him. The scratch below his left eye was now only a faint line, but it reminded Lei Shaogong of the incident by the lotus pond days ago. To change the subject, he quickly suggested, “Shall we call Miss Feng for a dance tonight? I’ll make the arrangements.”

Mu Rong Qingyi snorted dismissively. Lei Shaogong grew uneasy, knowing full well how strict Mu Rong Feng was when it came to disciplining his son. If word of this reached him, it would surely lead to trouble. Pretending to focus on making the call, he stepped outside and asked the attendant, “What exactly happened today?”

As the deputy head of the attendant’s office, Lei Shaogong commanded respect, and the subordinate readily explained, “Around five o’clock this afternoon, after Third Master returned from Fanming, the car was waiting for the ferry at the dock. That’s when he spotted Miss Ren with a friend by the riverside.”

Lei Shaogong probed further, piecing together the situation. It seemed clear that Mu Rong Qingyi’s frustration stemmed from his inability to claim what he desired. Just then, he noticed Mu Rong Qingyi approaching and hurriedly went to meet him, asking, “Third Master, where are you headed?”

Mu Rong Qingyi tilted his chin defiantly. “Nowhere. I’m staying right here. You go ahead.”

Lei Shaogong understood but knew better than to argue. Mu Rong Qingyi was young and unaccustomed to resistance, traits that had shaped his volatile temperament. After a long silence, Lei Shaogong cautiously ventured, “What if Master Mu Rong finds out…?”

Mu Rong Qingyi cut him off sharply. “How could Father possibly know about our affairs unless someone goes running to him with tales?” His tone betrayed his rising anger, leaving Lei Shaogong no choice but to acquiesce. “Yes,” he murmured, ordering a car before departing.

Once Lei Shaogong was gone, the mansion fell silent again. This was merely a retreat Mu Rong Qingyi used during his leisure time, so there were no servants or attendants nearby—only guards who kept their distance after witnessing his earlier outburst. He wandered along the gravel path, flanked by flower trellises. Among the dense clusters of dark brown leaves peeked tiny white blossoms, which upon closer inspection turned out to be chrysanthemums interspersed among the foliage. He continued walking until he reached the lotus pond. A gust of wind swept through, causing the lotus leaves to flutter like countless green silk skirts.

Suddenly, memories of that day resurfaced: she had worn a jade-green dress, her jet-black hair cascading down her chest. Her eyes had been like two pools of autumn water, serene enough to captivate anyone. Even her smile—soft, restrained, yet subtly curved upward like a crescent moon—had stirred within him an irresistible desire. The scar on his face had faded, but it remained a testament to the first time in his life he had encountered resistance. The restlessness in his heart grew louder, amplified by the cool autumn breeze.

He stood there for a moment longer before an attendant approached. “Third Master, Miss Ren has arrived.”

Though smaller than the main residence, the villa at Duanshan was exquisitely decorated. The interior featured traditional Chinese furnishings: rosewood furniture adorned with Suzhou embroidery cushions in shades of amber, embroidered with large hibiscus patterns using silver thread, creating a dazzling effect. Near the entrance stood a twelve-panel rosewood screen intricately carved with floral motifs. The wood glowed with a rich reddish-purple hue, smooth and lustrous like jade. The soft glow of a standing lamp illuminated the screen, casting shadows into the recesses of the carvings, deepening the darkness like night itself. Hearing footsteps, Susu’s fear intensified. She instinctively took a step back, her face pale and her hair slightly disheveled, clearly shaken.

Mu Rong Qingyi reassured her, “Don’t be afraid. It’s me.” But she recoiled in panic, retreating until her back hit the wall, cornered like a frightened deer. Her wide, tear-filled eyes stared at him in terror, pleading, “I want to go home.”

He chuckled softly. “Isn’t this place better than home?” Taking her hand, he led her to the desk and opened a box. Under the lamplight, the pearl inside gleamed brilliantly, its radiance illuminating the room.

In a low voice, he said, “This pearl is said to have originated from the palace, passed down through Grandmother. Its name is ‘Yue.’” He picked up the necklace and moved to fasten it around her neck. She protested urgently, “I don’t want it. I want to go home.” She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist firmly. Softly, he called her name, “Susu.”

She stumbled forward, losing her balance and falling into his arms. She struggled desperately, but his grip was unyielding. Lowering his head, he kissed her. She fought back, raising her hand to strike, but he anticipated her move and dodged. Desperate to escape, her fingers brushed against a cold porcelain object on the desk—but it was just out of reach. Summoning all her strength, she managed to wrench one hand free and lunged for the tea cup on the desk. With a loud crash, it shattered on the floor.

Fear overwhelmed her as he effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Tears streamed down her face, soaking his hands. In her desperation, she grabbed a shard of broken porcelain, but he swiftly seized her wrist and flung the fragment aside. Sobbing, she clawed at his arm, but her efforts were futile against his superior strength. His kisses rained down relentlessly on her lips, her cheeks, her neck. Her tears soaked the tassels of the pillow beneath her, icy against her skin, yet burning hotter than fire, consuming everything in their path. Outside, the gentle patter of rain began, tapping lightly against the plane tree leaves, gradually intensifying into a steady rhythm. Her clothes slipped silently to the floor, like petals scattered in the storm.

By six o’clock, the rain had grown heavier, drowning the surroundings in a cacophony of water sounds. Autumn in Wuchi was the rainy season, but such torrential downpours were rare. Lei Shaogong suddenly jolted awake, throwing off the blanket and sitting up. He listened intently and realized the ringing he heard was the telephone. Moments later, footsteps echoed down the corridor, signaling that something was amiss. Hurriedly dressing, he rushed out. The on-duty attendant had already arrived at his door. “A call from Shuangqiao. Master Mu Rong is looking for Third Master.”

Lei Shaogong’s heart sank. Rushing upstairs, he knocked lightly three times on the door. Though Mu Rong Qingyi usually slept soundly, he stirred immediately, asking, “What is it?”

“The master is looking for you from Shuangqiao.”

Hearing this, Mu Rong Qingyi understood the gravity of the situation. Within moments, he descended the stairs. Lei Shaogong had already arranged for a car to be prepared. As they got in, he said cautiously, “They didn’t specify the reason, but—” He hesitated. Given the early hour, it was undoubtedly an urgent matter, likely unwelcome news.

The rain poured heavily, transforming the world outside into a white expanse under the headlights. The sound of rain filled the air, relentless and deafening, pouring down in sheets. Though the distance between Duanshan and Shuangqiao wasn’t great, the dim light and torrential rain forced them to drive cautiously, taking nearly an hour to reach Bichong River. Spanning the river were two stone arch bridges—one to the east, one to the west—the origin of the name “Shuangqiao.” By the time they crossed, the rain had begun to ease. Puddles formed on the asphalt road, shimmering like ribbons of glass. The river churned violently, its waters rising high enough to submerge much of the bridge piers. Gradually, a corner of the sky turned blue, fading into a pale crab-shell hue as dawn broke. Beyond the bridge, they could see over a dozen cars parked in front of the Shuangqiao residence.

Ordinarily, they would have driven straight in, but Lei Shaogong, ever cautious, glanced at Mu Rong Qingyi. Without needing to say a word, Mu Rong Qingyi instructed, “Stop the car.” They pulled over outside, where attendants emerged with umbrellas to escort them inside. As daylight brightened, they walked along the covered corridor, observing the disarray wrought by the storm. Flowers and plants lining the path lay battered and broken, their beauty ravaged by the fierce rain. Chrysanthemums, once blooming vibrantly, now hung sodden and heavy, nearly touching the muddy ground. The old mansion of Shuangqiao stood solemnly amidst the tranquil courtyard, its flagstone corridors echoing with the sharp clicks of their shoes. Turning right, they entered the eastern drawing room.