The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

The racecourse built along the river is the most prosperous place in Hankou.

Although due to the sudden rise of the present theater, the business of the theaters opened by foreigners in the racecourse has been more or less affected.

However, the restaurants and restaurants at the racetrack and other complete entertainment facilities are still irreplaceable.

The darker the night, the more ostentatious and dazzling the place becomes.

The rickshaw driver took double the reward and ran fast all the way.

He is very familiar with this road to the racecourse, and he does not know how many guests are sent every day, even at night, it is like walking on the ground.

But today's guest is really a little strange.

A teenage girl, with the manner and dress of a rich family, has to go to a place like the racetrack late at night.

Is the family doing business at the racetrack, or looking for someone, or...elope with the lover?

The coachman shook his head and threw out the strange things he heard from the books.Whatever the girl was up to was none of his business.

As an ordinary person who works hard to earn money, he only knows that he can do whatever his employer pays him.In today's world, if you meddle in other people's business, you may risk your life!

Er Niu, who came to Hankou sports car with him before, was dragged away and never came back because he asked one more question during the sports car!

The coachman ran to the main road of the racecourse in one breath, and carefully pulled the rickshaw to a stop.The girl in the car didn't speak, and got out of the car with her skirt in her hand.

The coachman couldn't help but look at her from the side.It was too dark when he boarded the car just now, but now he finally saw the appearance of this guest clearly by relying on the lights of various restaurants and shops in the racetrack.

The young girl was wearing clothes made of soft fabrics that he didn't even dare to think about. Her hair was combed neatly, and she stood in an elegant and regular posture. Although there were not many jewelry on her body, each one became more delicate when you looked closely.

Before the coachman could look away, the girl suddenly glanced at him.The driver suddenly saw her face and was taken aback for a moment.

——This girl should be from a wealthy family, but just by looking at her facial features, she is actually quite charming.

The coachman quickly shook his head, secretly thinking that there must be a problem with the feng shui of the racecourse, and it is confusing people at night, otherwise, how could he associate this kind of dressed lady with that aspect.

While the guy was thinking about it, the girl had already looked away.

She took out the agreed fare from her pocket, put it in the driver's hand politely, and added at the end, "It's best not to let others know that you drove me tonight, it's for your own good."

The voice is really nice, just like the larks that I saw occasionally when I was still in the countryside... The coachman lost his mind again, and when he recovered, the girl was only a distant figure from her back, and soon disappeared in a building facing the river.

That building... seems to be a fireworks field opened by a Japanese businessman? !

The coachman was startled, and subconsciously looked at the money in his hand, only to realize that the girl gave him a lot more than double the promised fare!

The coachman's back felt a little chilly, he hesitated for a while looking at the place where the girl disappeared, then gritted his teeth, got into the car and left in a hurry.Just in case, in the next period of time, he should stop doing the cart business.

……

The girl who drove all the way from the pier to the racetrack was Wen Yanhui who everyone in the Wen family was looking for.

When she stepped into the place that the servants of the Hong family had mentioned, her heart was extremely calm, as if the stranger was not herself.

The Hong family said that Hong Juntao, who was originally going to be engaged to her, wanted to ask her out to discuss how to do his part for the Wen family so as to ease the relationship between the two families.Hong Juntao was afraid that Mrs. Wen and Wen Jiulou would not want to see him, so he could only find Wen Yanhui first.

Of course Wen Yanhui didn't believe such rhetoric, what kind of person Hong Juntao was, and what kind of situation the Hong family was like, both Xie Yan and An Yujing had revealed to her more or less before.

Even if Hong Juntao wanted the prodigal son to turn back, he would not do so for no reason, let alone find himself right away.

But Wen Yanhui still came to the appointment.

Because the guy brought more than this one.

Before going out, she sneaked into Mrs. Wen's bedroom, and put a piece of paper at the bottom of her dowry box, a piece of evidence that belonged to her biological mother many years ago.

After finding that piece of paper from the old box that day, Wen Yanhui strung together all the things he couldn't figure out these years, all the details that didn't match up in his memory.

Wen Yanhui thought a little ridiculously, it turned out that the truth of everything was already by his side, but he hadn't discovered it.

Fortunately, it's not too late now, and she still has a chance to atone for that person.Just like what Mr. Xie taught, use your own power to change something.

Wen Yanhui thought to herself, the expression on her face remained uneasy and apprehensive, this was the look she was most familiar with, and she learned how to pretend without a teacher.

The meeting place mentioned by the servants of the Hong family has a nice name, Zhuyue Pavilion.When Wen Yanhui was outside, he could tell that it was not an ordinary restaurant and tea shop, but he still walked in.

The first floor of Zhuyue Pavilion is a tavern decorated in Japanese style. Many wine tables are accompanied by Japanese women with rich makeup and scantily dressed clothes.

Wen Yanhui frowned and took a few steps back, a woman who was dressed much more gorgeously than the hostess suddenly appeared behind her, blocking her way.

"Miss...Miss San?" The woman should be Japanese, but her Chinese accent is no different from that of a Chinese.

It's here, Wen Yanhui said silently in his heart, but there was another excuse in his mouth, "... who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm the steward of Zhuyue Pavilion, you can call me Mrs. Zhuyue." The woman smiled and looked at Wen Yanhui with obvious nostalgia.

"...Mrs. Zhuyue." Wen Yanhui fiddled with his fingers uncomfortably, "I'm here to find someone. Is Master Hong Juntao of the Hong family here?"

"Master Hong?" Mrs. Zhuyue frowned, a little hesitant.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Zhuyue didn't answer directly, "Did Master Hong ask you to come here?"

Wen Yanhui doesn't know what kind of medicine Mrs. Zhuyue sells in her gourd, but she knows one thing very well - the more these people try to lure her out with all kinds of hints, the more it shows that she is useful to them.

And this usefulness is the basis for the development of my own plan.

"Young Master Hong isn't here?" Wen Yanhui's eyes flashed with confusion.

"He's here." Mrs. Zhuyue sighed with some pity, "It's just..."

"Just what?"

Mrs. Zhuyue's voice was extremely gentle, "Miss Wen San, regret—no, oh, do you believe me?"

Wen Yanhui took half a step back vigilantly, "Ma'am, what do you mean?"

"You and me." Mrs. Zhuyue seemed to have made up her mind, grabbed Wen Yanhui, and pulled her behind the big screen on the first floor of Zhuyue Pavilion.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Master Hong is—"

"Hush—" Mrs. Zhuyue suddenly approached Wen Yanhui, and pressed her slender fingers to her lips.The distance between the two was drawn infinitely closer, as if the eyelashes could touch each other in the blink of an eye.

"Miss San." The gentle and charming woman exhaled Ruolan, "Believe me this time first."

"..."

Wen Yanhui didn't speak any more, Mrs. Zhuyue was satisfied, she waved her hand, and pulled Wen Yanhui up the dark stairs to the second floor, into a hidden compartment.

The designer of Zhuyue Pavilion made the compartment difficult to be found from the outside through ingenious space layout, but people standing inside the compartment can see most of the space on the first and second floors.

Wen Yanhui stood beside Mrs. Zhuyue, and soon his eyes widened.

——A girl who is somewhat similar to her in age, figure, and dress style carefully walked into the first floor of Zhuyue Pavilion through the main entrance!

This time Mrs. Zhuyue didn't show up again. The girl said something to the guy in Zhuyue Pavilion. After the guy went upstairs to report the news, a young man wearing glasses came down from the second floor and took the girl up to the second floor.

"she--"

"Shhh—make your voice quieter, let's move to another place." Mrs. Zhuyue semi-forcibly pulled Wen Yanhui to the other side of the cubicle with a strength that was completely inconsistent with her gentle voice.

Looking out from the gap, you can see a closed room with many people standing there.

Wen Yanhui's palms were sweating a little, she didn't need to pretend at this time, she also felt nervous.

But the bow did not turn back.

And the bow that determined her fate was drawn to its full length long before she was born.

If the arrow does not come out, the string will be destroyed and the arrow will be broken!

Wen Yanhui took a deep breath, the girl she saw just now was brought to the door of this room by a man wearing glasses.

"Swipe—!"

The Japanese-style door was opened, and there was no time for any reaction. The dark man grabbed her hands and feet, pulled her hair, covered her mouth and nose, instantly shattered all her resistance, and pressed her tightly against the partition. on the only low table in the room.

"Woo!—"

Mrs. Zhuyue covered Wen Yanhui's mouth with an embracing posture, and at the same time blocked the possibility of her looking away.

She can only stand like this, in the very close place, in the gap behind the partition, forced to enjoy a cruel "carnival"!

The suppressed cry for help, the shrill scream, the disgusting panting, mixed with the sound of friction and water stains, turned into a bottomless evil abyss, tearing her sanity madly!

"How sad..." Mrs. Zhuyue whispered in her ear, "Yanhui, do you still remember?"

"This is almost your end..."

Wen Yanhui's body trembled.

"And this... is also your mother's ending..."