Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Chapter 177: Warlord Young Commander vs. Shanghai's No. 1 Socialite 1

The cruise ship is about to dock at the pier, and the sound of the flute is spreading farther and farther in the sea breeze.

Chunnianren stood on the deck carrying a suitcase, looking at the prosperous city he was about to arrive at from afar.

It was almost night, and before it was completely dark, the city of Shanghai was already filled with neon lights.

Her father, Chun Juntang, was originally a member of the management of Bank of China. After the factional struggle, he switched to the Shanghai faction and is now in charge of the work of Shanghai Bank.

Chun Nianren followed the crowd down the gangway and, as expected, saw his father's secretary standing at the exit waiting for him.

"Secretary Li, are you blocking me?"

Secretary Li was very familiar with her and naturally understood this daughter of the bank president, who was young, beautiful and proud.

He bowed humbly and said, "I dare not, Miss. I am here to take you back to the mansion on the orders of the master. Tonight is a welcoming banquet specially held for you. The master has ordered that you must show up."

"Is it a welcoming party? Or a blind date party?"

She stared at him with a half-smile.

Secretary Li remained silent and dared not speak.

Chun Nianren snorted coldly and walked towards the car parked not far away.

"Tell me, who does he want me to meet?"

Secretary Li quickly stepped forward to open the car door for her and lowered his head.

"It's Marshal Shen."

Chun Nianren got into the car, looked up and smiled sarcastically.

"Father is in such a hurry to place the bet, isn't he afraid that it might backfire?"

Secretary Li really had no way of answering this. He could only pretend he didn't hear it, closed the car door, and sat in the front passenger seat.

After their car left the dock, several black cars came out and followed behind. It was obvious that they were afraid that Chun Nian’s people would escape after getting off the boat, so they hid in the dark as a backup.

Chun Nianren chose to study abroad because he didn't want to get married.

I thought the old man would be quiet as the situation had changed so much in recent years, but I didn't expect him to come to Shanghai and get close to the Shen family.

She looked outside the car, which was passing the Suzhou River. The river bank was lined with tall buildings, bright lights, and partying every night.

This is Shanghai, a city with developed commerce and flourishing culture, the Shanghai Bund, which is very different from those vast but still barren lands.

It was completely dark as the car drove through the wrought iron gate.

Facing you is a magnificent European-style garden villa. At night, the glass windows are brightly lit.

Dancing music and conversation could be faintly heard inside; the party had already begun.

Chun Nianren got off the car. She was born in Peking and her family lived in Peking until she went abroad. She was not familiar with anything here.

The maid waiting outside took Secretary Li's luggage from her.

"Miss, your room is in the back. I'll take you there."

Chun Nianren nodded and followed the maid slowly.

Go around the main building and reach the small garden.

Behind the small garden there is a two-story white building with a sloping roof and large glass windows. There are two Onyx stone pillars at the door and roses are planted around it, which is very European and romantic.

"Tingzhou, look who that is?"

On the small terrace of the main building, two men stood by the marble railing and smoked.

The night was as dark as ink, and the golden light from the glass door leading to the terrace poured down on them.

Shen Tingzhou was wearing a military uniform with golden tassels hanging from his shoulders to his chest. In his hand, he was playing with a pure gold lighter with intricate patterns engraved with English, which was expensive.

Hearing Jiang Dingbei's meaningful voice, he turned his head and looked outside.

He had good eyesight and could clearly see a beautiful figure through the dim light of a few garden lights.

Compared with southern girls, she is taller, with delicate curly hair that reaches her waist under an English hat. She wears a red dress that is tailored to her body and cinches her waistline. The hem of her dress reaches her calves and flares out in the dark night, like a warm and blooming red rose.

Jiang Dingbei has been coveting the lighter in Shen Tingzhou's hand for several days. Ordinary Western products are not of this quality. I wonder where he got it from.

"There are four young ladies in the Chun family. I have met the other three, but I have never met Miss Chun. She studied in the UK and just came back today."

He said that when he just came back, he smiled at Shen Tingzhou in an unfathomable way.

"I heard that Uncle Shen likes Chun Juntang's eldest daughter who studied abroad and wants to marry you home as her wife."

Shen Tingzhou bit the cigarette, and his handsome and deep face took on a bit of banditry because of his action.

"what is it call."

When he asked for the name, Jiang Dingbei became interested.

"It seems to be called... Chun Nian Ren!"

Chun Nianren stepped into the small white building. There was a small living room and a spiral staircase going up.

The servant said to her flatteringly, "This is the small building that the master built specially for you. The other young ladies all live in the main building, which is not as quiet and luxurious as this one."

Chun Nianren's mother was Chun Juntang's original wife, so she had always been the best-off among all the children in the Chun family since she was a child.

Even though her mother died of illness when she was six years old, she was still raised in luxury.

Apart from not allowing her to make her own decisions in her marriage, Chun Juntang was extremely cruel to his daughter.

I went upstairs to the door of her room and the maid opened it.

Chun Nianren looked around and saw that the interior and exterior of the house were decorated in European style, which was luxurious and fashionable.

Her eyes fell on the bed, where an exquisite white French dress was lying, matched with a pearl necklace and a top hat.

Everything was ready and waiting for her.

As the president of Shanghai Bank and chairman of the bank's labor union, Chun Juntang was nothing more than Shen Zhongqing's money-making tool and purse.

He wants to marry his daughter, but she may not be willing to marry him.

Who does he think Shen Tingzhou is?

Today, the military government exists in name only, and the Shanghai faction is in power.

As the most outstanding son of Governor Shen and the young marshal being trained as his successor, is Shen Tingzhou the kind of person who will accept someone as his wife if you just give him a woman?

She said to the servant, "Put down the box. I'll wash up, change my clothes and go to the front by myself."

"Good lady."

The servant put the box for her at the end of the bed and then left.

Chun Nianren locked the door and walked over to open the suitcase.

Taking out the top clothes, underneath were several bottles of perfume and jewelry boxes, as well as a pocket lady's pistol.

At this time, in the banquet hall in the front building, the record player was playing elegant and retro dance music.

Luxurious crystal chandeliers hang from the high-ceilinged second floor to the first floor, and beautiful figures gather around the champagne tower.

The guests who came to the dinner party at the home of the chairman of the Banking Association were either powerful or famous people, but the wives and daughters of the powerful and famous people also loved to inquire.

"I just saw Marshal Shen. The sun is rising from the west!"

"Since Commander Shen is here, how can his son not come?"

"I heard that she is here to see the daughter of the Chun family."

"Second Miss or Third Miss?"

"It's that young lady. She just came back from studying abroad. She can speak English and is very knowledgeable!"

While smoking on the terrace, you can hear people chatting inside from time to time.

Jiang Dingbei looked at Shen Tingzhou with ill intention.

"Look, Uncle Shen's intentions are clear to everyone. When Miss Chun shows up later, let's see what you will do!"

Shen Tingzhou casually exhaled a puff of cigarette, and it felt like ice was swallowed down his throat. His laugh was as cold as fallen ice chips.

"What? If she is willing to be my concubine, let her marry me."