The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 605: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (144)

Three days later, early in the morning, when it was just getting light, Zhou Jing couldn't wait to change into clean clothes and prepare to go out.

He didn't even take Wu Yong's suggestion that he shave his beard seriously.

After all, this beard was a disguise that he carefully preserved, how could he easily discard it? It was an important "prop"!

"How can a girl like you when you look so sloppy?" Wu Yong was displeased and continued to complain, "I spent a lot of money running errands and even put in two pounds of meat. I finally got this opportunity for you. Why can't you pay a little more attention to it?"

"Uncle, with this beard covering it, the scar won't be too conspicuous." Zhou Jing had already thought of a response and explained confidently, "Otherwise, wouldn't this scar be even more frightening?"

"Alas!" Wu Yong then thought of the hideous scar on the man's face, and immediately lost his temper. He said helplessly, "Okay, you have a point, so let's do this!"

After saying that, Zhou Jing walked out of the door with a happy face and ran straight to the teahouse where he had agreed to meet with the Yao family.

As soon as he stepped into the teahouse, he was surprised to find that the building was crowded and bustling.

After careful observation, he found that most of these people were young men.

It turned out that the news of the two families' appointment to visit each other that day was somehow leaked by the matchmaker.

Many people think that they will never succeed, so they just sit back and wait for something to happen.

After all, the Yao family is willing to look at someone like Zhou Jing. Their external conditions are still good compared to his.

He pursed his lips and looked at those people who wanted to steal his girl, and his mood was somewhat affected.

"Xiao Zhou is here!" When the teahouse's owner, Zhao, saw Zhou Jing, he came up to him with a smile, followed by a neatly dressed young man.

This man was the son of Manager Zhao. He looked outside the teahouse and had a frustrated look on his face because he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

However, Young Master Zhao's eyes immediately returned to Zhou Jing, and he even straightened his back with some pride.

Zhou Jing's heart sank, and just when he was about to say something, he heard a familiar voice.

"Boss Zhou, you're here quite early." Yao Huang walked into the teahouse with the maid that Yao Liang had assigned to him. "Let's go! Let's talk in the private room!"

"Okay." Zhou Jing turned sideways to lead the way for Yao Huang, wanting to go to the private room on the second floor with her.

When passing by Shopkeeper Xiao Zhao, he obviously wanted to go up and talk to him, but Yao Huang didn't even look at him.

The three of them quickly entered the reserved private room upstairs.

"Go out and see if there's any good tea, and have someone bring a pot." Yao Huang instructed the maid next to him as soon as he sat down, "By the way, the dim sum here is not good, go to the dim sum shop three blocks away and buy some of their signature dishes."

"But Miss, this..." The maid was about to say that it was against the rules for a man and a woman alone to be together, but Yao Huang glared at her.

There was no choice but to go out and close the door behind me.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhou Jing, also known as Song Chengjing, stood up from his chair almost immediately and pulled Su Xiangran into his arms: "You scared me to death, Xiaoran. You really scared me to death."

"Brother Ajing." Su Xiangran called her lover's name softly, hugged him back, and patted his body to comfort him.

"When I heard you were missing, I was so anxious, but I couldn't leave Qiucheng to look for you." Song Chengjing's voice trembled slightly, "You don't know how I got through those days!"

Su Xiangran pretended to be relaxed and said, "Look, I came to find you! Compared to the four years you made me wait, you've only waited for less than a month, and you're still feeling wronged."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Song Chengjing kept whispering in his lover's ear, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

"Okay, I'm not going to argue with you, but you're still feeling guilty." Su Xiangran twisted his waist, "Now that I'm here, let's get married!"

When he heard about getting married, Song Chengjing's eyes were full of anticipation. This was something he had been waiting for fourteen years!

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"But I don't have much money now, and I may never be able to give you anything..." Song Chengjing was a little embarrassed, but Su Xiangran covered his mouth.

When the two were abroad, they also saw other people getting married in the church there.

But Song Chengjing also said that on that day he would give Su Xiangran the most beautiful dress, and he even boasted that he would have both a wedding dress and a bridal gown.

He also said that one day, he would buy a house in Hai City, and the two of them would live there after they got married.

The two of them would personally hang a sign that read "Song Mansion" on the door of the house.

But now, Song Chengjing can no longer do these things. He is no longer the young master of the Song family. He is just a "butcher" who lives in his uncle's house and works for him.

Although Wu Yong treated them well, they both had limited financial resources.

The most important thing is that if he marries a wife with his status, he has to report it.