The Zhonghai Exhibition Center was built in the early years of the Republic of China. Its original name was the Friendship Building of the Republic of China. It was the representative building of Zhonghai.
This time, the main hall used for the Song family's eldest grandson's wedding was very large. It was more than a thousand square meters and could accommodate more than a thousand people at the same time.
Yang Zhen Er and Zhao Manzhi were standing at the back of the venue, closer to the entrance.
This commotion did not attract too much attention, but it was also not too little…
With Yang Zhen Er and Zhao Manzhi as the starting point, pairs of smiling eyes came from all directions. As long as it had nothing to do with them, they would like to watch this kind of excitement.
Although they were in the upper class, these people's personalities hidden under the surface were not very good.
They also recognized Zhao Manzhi, and their smiles grew wider.
In today's event, Zhao Manzhi's status was not at the top. She was barely in the middle.
When they thought of this, the surrounding onlookers shifted their gazes away from Zhao Manzhi and looked at the pitiful young lady opposite them. After a moment, they also made the same judgment as Zhao Manzhi.
That was, although he did not know how this lady came in, she was definitely not a socialite from a famous family.
For these people, a pair of eyes was very important. They could judge the person's clothing, speech, and temperament in a few seconds. From there, they could determine their attitude.
The spectators were smiling coldly and brilliantly…
Without an identity, that would be even more interesting!
At the place where everyone's eyes were focused, Yang Zhen Er's hair was disheveled. Drops of dark red liquid rolled down the ends of her hair, and on her fair skin, there were traces of water flowing...
Yang Zhen Er's body turned cold and she was at a loss.
She could feel the gazes from all around her, and those gazes made Yang Zhen Er feel terrified!
It was as if a beautiful dream had been broken, and behind the originally bright scene was fresh blood!
This was high society…
The hierarchy was strict. Everyone was high and mighty, but they were extremely cold!
"Can you feel it?"
"So, don't blame me…"
"This society is like this…"
Zhao Manzhi stood in front of Yang Zhen Er. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Yang Zhen Er's jade-like skin. Her face revealed a proud expression as she whispered,
"Did you see that? If I don't hit you today, the news will spread tomorrow that I, Zhao Manzhi, am someone who is easily bullied.”
Then, Zhao Manzhi's expression turned cold. She raised her hand and was about to slap him.
The smiles on the faces of the spectators grew even brighter. It was as if everyone was waiting for that crisp sound!
……
His palm had yet to land.
The sound of footsteps could be heard again…
He followed the footsteps.
A young man with his hands in his pockets approached with an indifferent expression.
When Yang Zhen Er saw the young man, her face lit up with joy. She seemed to have gained some courage, and just as the slap landed, she turned her face away.
The young man walked to Yang Zhen Er's side, his eyes sweeping over her hair and body.
He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhen Er.
The young man raised his head and looked at Zhao Manzhi.
……
"Mr. Lu, I've made you suffer.”
"This is the Song family's dereliction of duty."
Before the young man could speak, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the door.
Immediately after, they saw the current head of the Song family, Song Yaoru, pushing his father to the side of the door. Then, he slowly walked over.
The person who spoke was the Song family's old master, Song Shixiong.
When Song Shixiong and his son appeared, the entire main hall suddenly became quiet. Several security guards in black surrounded them from all directions.
Song Yaoru pushed his father to Lu Li.
When he saw the father and son of the Song family and heard the words from the old man's mouth.
Zhao Manzhi's face turned pale, and her breathing became hurried. Her body trembled slightly.
"Slap your mouth and apologize to Mr. Lu."
Song Shixiong glanced at Zhao Manzhi with his murky eyes and said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone walked out from the security guards…
Bang!
Unexpectedly, Zhao Manzhi reached out her hand and slapped herself hard.
On his cheek, five bright red fingerprints appeared clearly.
"Not enough."
Song Shixiong raised his hand slightly to stop the security guards. He lowered his eyes and said,"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Zhao Manzhi was a ruthless woman. She raised her hand and gave herself a few more slaps!
Her cheeks instantly turned red and swollen!
After more than ten slaps, his hair was disheveled, his face was green and red, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. Song Shixiong looked at Lu Li and only allowed Zhao Manzhi to stop after he saw Lu Li nod.
At this moment, Lu Li made some moves.
He looked around, then walked to a spot. He saw that he had brought a glass of red wine and walked back…
Lu Li stopped in front of Zhao Manzhi.
His gaze didn't waver at all. Then, he reached out and splashed the red wine on Zhao Manzhi's face.
"Today is the wedding day of the Song family's eldest grandson. I'll give the Song family some face and let you off…"
Lu Li said calmly.
The entire place fell into a dead silence…
"Old Master Song, in that case, I'll take my leave first.”
Lu Li wiped his hands and put down the glass slowly. He looked at Song Shixiong and his son and said calmly.
Then, he held Yang Zhen Er's hand and walked out of the main hall.
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