C1055 An Embarrassing Wedding
C1055 An Embarrassing Wedding
In Teng Qingshan's eyes, no matter which identity he was of, these three people could be considered as someone with a lot of reputation.
Naturally, there were many people who knew of these people.
Therefore, when the tired-looking Loong Chengcheng walked out from the opposite room, Duan Xiangning was stunned for a moment before a smile blossomed on her face. "Ms. Long, so you live here?"
Duan Xiangning and Loong Chengcheng were both direct descendants ladies of the Wealthy Class, so putting aside the fact that they were in a faction, it was normal for them to know each other.
What's more, both of them were currently working at Qingshan?
Although Duan Xiangning knew better than those who heard the rumors that Loong Chengcheng had "rebelled" against the Loong Family and was no longer the young miss of Loong Family, she definitely would not underestimate her.
If Loong Chengcheng was really abandoned by the Loong Family like the legends said she was — did she really think that she could become a village official just because she was rich?
That was why Duan Xiangning was so polite to Loong Chengcheng, respectfully addressing her as "you."
Actually, there was a huge gap between their positions.
It was normal for Duan Xiangning to respect Loong Chengcheng.
"Duan … Dean Duan, it can't be that we're the right person, right?"
Loong Chengcheng was taken aback when she recognized that the bright and beautiful figure of Beautiful Young Woman was actually Duan Xiangning.
She had a house prepared for her long before she became the head of the Green Mountain Advocacy Bureau.
However, she didn't want to stay there. After all, her identity and position were all very special. If she were to have a good relationship with the people around her, it would be difficult for her to make a move on them …
After a year of fighting and returning to the Green Mountains, Loong Chengcheng, as a noble vice Mayor, also did not stay at her unit.
She likes it here.
The other side of the street was where her son's father had once lived.
But why would Duan Xiangning live here?
Had she bought, or rented, the house across the street?
When Loong Chengcheng thought of this, she hurriedly shook her head. "Oh, I don't live here. I came to see a friend. Cough, he's sick, sick to death. "
Duan Xiangning felt a little vindictive for being able to curse Scumbag Lee to death.
"Your friend lives here?"
Loong Chengcheng was stunned once again and blurted out a question, "Dean Duan, what is your friend's surname?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Loong Chengcheng realized that she had said the wrong thing.
If Duan Xiangning was a normal person, Loong Chengcheng would have asked.
But Duan Xiangning was the eldest daughter of the direct line of descent for Dali, so she had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of allowing Dali to invade into northern China.
She quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Dean Duan. I shouldn't have pry into your affairs. I just — I used to have a very good friend who lived here. "
What?
Would Loong Chengcheng be Scumbag Lee's friend?
Duan Xiangning's mind was still working quickly and she immediately thought of this.
However, she would never reveal the astonishment in her heart, she only pretended to be stunned before saying, "My friend's surname is Si, it's the Director's secretary." "Why, do you know him?"
"I don't know him."
Upon hearing that it was Si, Loong Chengcheng immediately lost interest, thinking that it was a new tenant.
What she didn't know was that Duan Xiangning was thinking, "Death, or death."
The two equally proud women chatted for a while before they walked into the elevator together.
When they got downstairs, Duan Xiangning asked Loong Chengcheng before they got in the car. "Are you sick or something?"
To be honest, Loong Chengcheng was indeed sick.
After the heavy rain had passed, Loong Chengcheng, in order to show that she wanted to "share the joy with the people", had to hand her cell phone and other valuables to her secretary. She stood in the rain with an umbrella in her hand, thanking the heavens for the sweet dew.
She clearly wasn't drenched, so why did she have a fever this early in the morning?
After talking to the secretary over the phone, and taking some antipyretic medicine to sleep for a long time, he finally felt better.
Why go to the hospital?
Since she didn't owe Duan Xiangning a favor, Loong Chengcheng naturally declined.
After the two women drove out of the residential complex, they honked their horns and went their separate ways.
Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw that Loong Chengcheng's car had already disappeared into the traffic. The smile on Duan Xiangning's face disappeared as she slowly pulled the car over and took out her cell phone.
Lee Nanfang had warned her not to tell her that he had returned to Qingshan alive.
If Scumbag Lee hadn't said that, Duan Xiangning wouldn't have remembered to call home.
If Lee Nanfang had been a pure scum, a pervert and a Level 8 bastard, she wouldn't have called her family and told them that the bastard had come back alive, even with a knife placed on Duan Xiangning's neck.
Although a pure scum like him had obtained Dean Duan's person, he was far from qualified to be known by the core decision makers of Dali.
But this fellow was not just a scum.
Not only was Yue Zitong's marriage a 'fair and proper marriage', she was Jinghong Ming's beloved nephew generation, and was also a hero who once won great benefits for Hua Xia from British Island.
The heroes in people's hearts were usually hung on the wall for the later generations to see, but Scumbag Lee came back alive.
His return would definitely affect the super wedding that was being watched by all the upper echelons in China.
As a pioneer official sent by the Dali of the Dali to Jiangbei, due to the emotions of Duan Xiangning, she had to tell this news to her family and let the core decision makers analyse it.
It turned out that Duan Xiangning's decision was quite correct.
Dali.
In a luxurious manor that covered over a thousand acres of land, there were pavilions and pavilions with small bridges and flowing water. Those who had never been here before would definitely think that they had arrived at the home of a wealthy family in Jiangnan.
When the wind blew a string of wind chimes under the corner of the pavilion's eaves, Duan Chuhuang, who was standing in front of the stone table, was holding a red invitation card and carefully reading every word.
Sitting on the opposite side of the stone table was a white-haired elder. His face was rosy, and he wore a white Tang suit. When the wind blew past his beard, it gave him a bit of celestial Qi.
This was the current Patriarch of Dali, Elder Duan, and was the only male in Duan Family after the Southern Frontier battle several decades ago.
Behind Elder Duan stood a middle-aged man in his forties.
The middle-aged man's square face and ears were big and his eyes were half closed under his thick eyebrows. Even though he had his head lowered as if he was a Chief Steward, he was actually Elder Duan's eldest son, Duan Chuhuang's biological father, a key figure in Duan Family.
In front of his grandfather and father, how could Duan Chuhuang, who was known as China's number one madman, be a little stubborn?
Truly upper-class people wear a mask in front of others.
Some were gentle and refined, some were treacherous and cunning, and some were rough and wild.
Duan Chuhuang was without a doubt the last person like that.
A rude and unrestrained person would definitely have a certain amount of influence when placed in the hands of a peddler.
However, in the eyes of a truly upper-class person, he was just a boorish person.
How could a boorish man be worthy of the attention of those powerful figures?
In their subconscious, a boor was at most just a small fry. It was not something important, so they would instinctively look down on him and stop valuing him. This was exactly what Duan Chuhuang was hoping for.
Don't underestimate your opponent.
Because, while you were looking down on it, the person who gave you that fatal blow was the person you looked down the most on.
Outside, Duan Chuhuang was a madman.
At home, he was the third generation Patriarch that the Dali Ancestor and his father had painstakingly nurtured.
Therefore, Elder Duan originally planned to send him to Beijing to attend Yue Zitong's and He Lan's wedding. However, after he received Seven Stars Club boss Hua Yeshen's big wedding invitation, Elder Duan immediately realized that this matter wasn't that simple, which was why he was called over to discuss countermeasures.
Not far away from the pavilion stood an old man wearing a long green robe and a horse coat. This was the Chief Steward of Duan Family, and he was holding a tea tray that was made from ebony, with Elder Duan's favorite purple clay teapot on it.
The sandalwood was not ordinary wood. Putting everything else aside, just the density of its weight far exceeded that of other wood.
This black sandalwood tea tray weighed at least a dozen Jin.
Furthermore, there was a purple sand pot filled with water on top of the pot.
Could an ordinary sixty year old man stand without moving for more than ten minutes while carrying such a plate?
Elder Duan raised the teacup to his mouth and was about to drink it, but then he put it down again.
Duan Chuhuang also put down his big red invitation card.
Elder Duan nodded slightly. He felt gratified that his grandson had been staring at an invitation card for so long: "Storage emperor, what do you think?"
Duan Chuhuang's gaze swept across his grandpa's tea cup. He thought for a moment before saying: "The two invitation cards, other than the name of the female side, the location of the wedding, and the format of the invitation card are all manufactured by a printing company. Even the handwriting is almost identical. What's even more interesting is that neither invitation has the groom's name on it. "
When he looked at his grandfather's wine cup, it was just an instinctive reaction after he became somewhat thirsty.
However, he did not expect Chief Steward, who was carrying a teacup outside, to bring him a cup of tea and pour him a cup full of tea.
The Chief Steward only served the current Patriarch, this was a rule passed down through the Dali.
Forget about Duan Chuhuang, even his father did not have the qualifications.
Elder Duan slowly turned the teacup in his hand and nodded at him to continue.
"Obviously, Hua Yeshen's actions are to 'fight' with Yue Zitong."
Duan Chuhuang could come to this conclusion as long as the IQ was above 80.
But just summing it up wasn't enough. It was time to find out why Hua Yeshen did what she did.
Only after figuring out why she was suddenly targeting Yue Zitong could Duan Family decide which two people would be sent to attend the wedding ceremony on the tenth day.
If Hua Yeshen and Yue Zitong were just ordinary people and they had to send people to watch the ceremony with Dali and Duan Clan, they could send a few people over to take care of it.
There was no need for such a headache.
Hua Yeshen and Yue Zitong were both extraordinary people.
In the eyes of others, no matter how awesome the owner of Seven Stars Club was, he could not compare to the head of the Yue Clan in Beijing.
However, Elder Duan knew very well that Hua Yeshen was not just a businessman.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the old man behind her was the number one person in China.
This was also the hardest part for Dali and other Wealthy Classes.
The wedding of these two women was something that the two of them were qualified to send their heavyweight juniors to attend.
Originally, Duan Chuhuang was leaving for Beijing tonight to attend Yue Zitong's and He Lan's wedding.
However, Hua Yeshen's invitation disrupted Duan Family's plans, forcing them to seriously analyze and treat this matter.
After an analysis, Duan Chuhuang said slowly: "I think we should still attend the Yue Clan's wedding."
"Yes, I think so too."
Duan Erdai, who was standing behind Elder Duan, also clicked, causing the phone in Duan Chuhuang's pocket to vibrate.