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As Xian Xiang passed by Feng Zongran's study, she paused, pushed the door open, and walked inside.
The study here was larger than the one in Old Town. During the years when Feng Zongran was away from home, Xian Xiang would spend her days in his study, from morning till night, as it was the only place that made her feel close to him.
The difference between the study in Shanghai and the one at home was that there were no brushes of various sizes hanging on the desk; instead, a few golden pens were placed there, their fine tips leaving delicate black lines when drawn across her fingertips.
What a strange pen. Xian Xiang casually pulled open a nearby drawer. Inside, among a few odd items, she found a leather-bound notebook.
She opened the notebook and a piece of paper fell out—it was a letterhead.
Unfolding the paper, two words stood out starkly—Divorce Letter.
This was written by Feng Zongran for her, but the date below was left blank, suggesting he intended to fill it in whenever he decided.
Tears streamed down her face; it hurt so much to be despised by the one she loved.
...
Feng Zongran chose Dexin Girls' High School for Xian Xiang. He had a classmate teaching there, and the school promoted feminism and encouraged women's independence, which aligned perfectly with Feng Zongran's ideals.
Xian Xiang's academic performance at school was surprisingly good, something he hadn't anticipated. Before long, she even learned how to dress up; her hair was cut into the trendy student style, and she transformed from head to toe.
Yet her mindset remained unchanged.
Thus, Feng Zongran decided to take her out to experience the world. Coincidentally, there was a social dance held at Kong Mansion over the weekend. Feng Zongran brought Xian Xiang along, still introducing her as his sister to outsiders.
The mansion was grander and more luxurious, filled with dazzling lights and lively music. The clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter surrounded them. Xian Xiang felt quite out of place at first. However, she soon found a way to adapt—by eating.
The long table in the side hall was adorned with various delicious dishes. Xian Xiang began to fill her plate, eating while watching the people on the dance floor. The most eye-catching were Feng Zongran and Yuan Manling.
She wore a purple dress, the fluffy skirt accentuating her slender waist, and her heavily made-up face was particularly enchanting. Feng Zongran held her close as they spun around, his gaze lingering on her face for a long time.
Xian Xiang felt a pang of disappointment in her heart; perhaps only such a beautiful and fashionable woman deserved someone like Zongran!
Xian Xiang had come to Shanghai full of ambition, hoping to confront the woman who had captured Zongran's heart. But now that she saw her, her chances seemed slim.
Why wasn’t she the one he loved? Xian Xiang angrily shoved a piece of pork elbow into her mouth.
"Is it only the food that attracts you to this ball?" A crisp male voice sounded beside her.
"I can't dance, and if I don't eat more, then what's the point of being here?" Xian Xiang chewed loudly and turned to look at the person speaking to her.
"Cough..." A mouthful of grease caught in her throat. Wasn't this the same person who had taken her soul when she first arrived in Shanghai at the docks?
Thinking back to how she had hit him with her bundle and demanded he return her soul was too embarrassing; now she wished she could just disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Ha ha, sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else."
"I can't be mistaken. Isn't that Manager Feng dancing with you?"
Xian Xiang forced an awkward smile; it seemed she couldn't escape this encounter: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you last time."
"No worries. Wow, you've changed quite a bit! I stared at you for quite some time before recognizing you. I'm Chen Siyu," he said with a smile as he extended his hand.
"My name is Xian Xiang." The two shook hands, and Xian Xiang noticed that his hands were empty, so he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Chen Siyu shook his head and said, "I want to dance. Do you have time?"
Xian Xiang pouted her glossy lips and replied, "I can't dance. Besides, dancing is silly; it's better to enjoy something substantial."
It was the first time Chen Siyu had heard such an explanation, and it actually made him laugh.
Seeing that she was indeed more interesting than dancing, Xian Xiang continued to eat while a bystander with his hands in his pockets observed nearby.
After finishing a dance, Feng Zongran was searching for Xian Xiang in the crowd. He finally spotted her at a side table, indulging in food, accompanied by a handsome young man who smiled at her and occasionally handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth.
The man looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his mind. Just as he was about to approach Xian Xiang, his arm was grabbed by Yuan Manling. "Zongran, where are you going?"
"I'm going to check on Xian Xiang."
"She's not a child; why do you need to look after her? Come here, I want to introduce you to someone—my classmate Tan Yao, who just returned from Japan."
While eating and chatting with Chen Siyu, Xian Xiang had been stealing glances in their direction. She initially thought Feng Zongran would come over to find her, and a warm feeling of happiness blossomed in her heart. However, that feeling quickly faded when she saw him being pulled back by Yuan Manling. Xian Xiang's heart sank.
Yet the disappointment on her face vanished almost instantly as she turned back to Chen Siyu with a smile. However, in Chen Siyu's eyes, that smile looked less appealing than tears.
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