Chapter 188 The Living Room of the Madam’s House

Chapter 188 The Living Room of the Madam’s House

Chapter 188 The Living Room of the Madam’s House
Many years later, facing the firing squad, Wang Zixu would recall the distant afternoon when Ning Chunyan took him to meet the talented girl...

——If we use the language of One Hundred Years of Solitude to describe this incident, it should be the beginning of this style. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu was not executed many years later, which weakened the literary quality of this beginning.

Wang Zixu's understanding of "Talented Women" was no deeper than Colonel Aureliano Buendía's understanding of ice. In other words, he had no understanding of ice at all. This was a completely new creature for him.

He followed Ning Chunyan in the sightseeing elevator to the top floor of Silver Star City. From the hemispherical glass curtain wall, one could overlook all the creatures in the East China Sea. After passing through the empty reception hall and walking deep into the secluded area, they arrived at the habitat of the talented ladies.

The soft green gauze curtains are layered, and there is a different world inside. There are two oxygen generators pretending to be rockeries on the left and right of the door, and the mist is curling, making the room look like a fairyland. Pushing away the mist, there are several soft velvet sofas around, and the screen is covered with small characters with hairpins and slightly yellowed; there are many transparent glass cups of different sizes on the sandalwood table, and the cups are filled with amber liquid. A withered lotus is thin and clear, and the incense is curling in the golden beast stove next to it, and the smoke is around the lotus branches and the lotus is around the smoke, reaching the sky.

Several talented ladies were sitting on the sofa, chatting quietly before the two came. Some were wearing Song Dynasty Hanfu, with their hair tied up in a bun; some were wearing black short skirts, with their long legs crossed and leaning proudly. They didn't have the style of Wei and Jin Dynasties, nor did they look like graceful female poets, but they all had skin as white as fat, white as snow, fair wrists and bright eyes, and were all wearing branded clothes. Just looking at the logos, you can tell that they are very expensive.

Wang Zixu had imagined a mixture of Dream of the Red Chamber and the literary salon of Lin Huiyin's home, with Li Qingzhao and Xie Daoyun drinking wine on the Tongque Tower. In his mind, romance and romanticism were pushed to the peak, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he found that this place was particularly petty bourgeoisie. Their makeup was as delicate as a mask, and there was little bookish air, and it seemed more like they were attending a serious social occasion.

Seeing Ning Chunyan, except for a very familiar woman with an arrogant look, the other "talented ladies" all stood up stiffly, and one even came over to greet her with a very respectful tone:

"Sister Ning, you're here?"

Ning Chunyan looked around: "An Younan is not here?"

"She brought a new friend to visit our little poetry pavilion today."

"Is that the one from Mingde College that I mentioned last time?"

"Yes, Sister Ning has a really good memory."

"Okay, I'll wait for her."

"Sister Ning, please sit here. You never come, and we all miss you. Without you, our circle feels less authoritative, and we don't have the confidence to hold poetry readings anymore."

After a few words of conversation, both sides explained a lot of things clearly. Wang Zixu felt that there was a lot of information, but there were too many barriers, and he couldn't hear any information. He followed Ning Chunyan and sat down obediently.

He was a big man, sitting among a group of beautiful girls, and he immediately stood out. The girls were originally in a relaxed state, and he blended in, like a small ink dot blending into a pool of clear water, a sense of foreign body. Many eyes shone over him, focusing on his face. The woman opposite him who looked a little familiar stared at him without any concealment, as if examining him.

Ning Chunyan sat down and continued the previous topic: "Your poetry meeting is too elegant. I don't have a deep foundation in Chinese studies, I can't write poetry, and I can't appreciate poetry at all. It also disrupts your thoughts. I came here to join in the fun and get some snacks. I'm quite good at it."

The girl bowed and said, "Sister Ning, you are too modest. My father never likes me to read too many miscellaneous books, but he allows me to read your New Appreciation magazine. He said that the domestic literary world is a mess now, and he trusts your level. So I read every issue of New Appreciation magazine, which is one of the few cultural enjoyments in my life."

"As long as you like it, I'll be satisfied."

Wang Zixu felt that the lady's accent was a little peculiar. It sounded a bit like a half-literary and half-vernacular language, but it sounded strange, like some ancient style lyrics that were forcefully written without any classical Chinese skills.

The girl's eyes flickered as she looked at Wang Zixu several times with a curious look in her eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Sister Ning, I've never seen you bring a companion of the opposite sex here. Could this person be..."

Ning Chunyan was not shy and nodded, "Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Wang Zixu, the editor-in-chief of our magazine."

"Then you and him..."

"Don't get me wrong, we're just ordinary colleagues at work. An Younan said she wanted to meet him, so I brought him here."

"Oh, like this……"

Ning Chunyan was frank, but when the girl heard that Wang Zixu was just an editor, her eyes moved slightly, and the curiosity on her face suddenly faded a lot, and she even looked a little disappointed.

It seems that the identity of editor-in-chief of "Xin Shang" does not mean much to this young lady.

After his identity was revealed, most of the attention on Wang Zixu's face disappeared. It turned out that the talented girls were not looking at his face, but considering his identity. However, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He still didn't like being surrounded by scrutiny.

There was only a familiar-looking woman standing opposite him, whose eyes were still fixed on his face. He looked over, but the woman turned her head away again.

Ning Chunyan introduced Wang Zixu again: "Wang Zixu, this is Zhou Qingqing, her father is the vice president of Hengxing Bank."

Wang Zixu nodded quickly in greeting and glanced outside the huge glass curtain wall for some reason. The sign of Hengxing Bank was on the skyline, and the towering obelisk-like building was shining brightly in the sun.

Zhou Qingqing pouted: "Sister Ning, please don't mention my dad's name next time when you introduce me. I don't want to be shrouded by my dad's halo all the time. I'm almost losing myself. Besides, we are a poetry club here. Let's just talk about poetry and less about those money-smelling things, okay?"

Ning Chunyan smiled and said okay.

She introduced several other people to Wang Zixu. Like the angel lady whose father was shrouded in the halo of the vice president, they all came from prominent families. Either their father was a financial economist or their mother was a department head.

Like Zhou Qingqing, these people were not willing to let their own personality be replaced by the identity of their parents' generation. But when Ning Chunyan introduced their family background, the superiority on their faces could not be erased.

Only then did Wang Zixu realize that this was Cai Yuan.

First of all, they are all ladies of fame. Ladies who love literature become talented ladies of fame. The prerequisite for becoming a talented lady of fame is not talent, but wealth.

No wonder Ning Chunyan was so solemn before bringing him here, as if he was introducing him to some important occasion.

When introducing the last person, Ning Chunyan suddenly got stuck, smiled and said, "This is the first time I see this person, what should I call him?"

This was the woman who had been staring at Wang Zixu since he came in. Her eyes were unscrupulous, as if he owed money, and the amount started at 10,000.

Wang Zixu always thought she looked familiar, but how could he possibly know Caiyuan? He had a slight face blindness, so she probably just looked a little like someone he knew.

Unexpectedly, the woman spoke: "Why, is this the first time that Lady Ning has seen me? But this is not the first time that I have seen Lady Ning."

Ning Chunyan immediately showed an awkward but polite smile on his face: "Really? Excuse me, where have I seen you before?"

She then said to Wang Zixu: "This is not the first time I've seen you, Wang Zixu."

Wang Zixu was startled and frowned.

The woman leaned over, shook hands with Ning Chunyan, and said, "My name is Jiang Mengyao."

It would have been fine if she didn't say her name, but once she said her name, Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu became even more confused.

Who is Jiang Mengyao?
Zhou Qingqing introduced: "Sister Mengyao just joined our circle some time ago, and her brother is a senior executive of Xunyi Galaxy!" Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows. He had heard the name "Xunyi Galaxy" frequently recently.

Xunyi Galaxy started out as a social media company and has now become one of the new Internet giants with a very complex business.

Wang Zixu often heard this name recently because Ye Lan complained at home: Qingyan, as Wen Ai's biggest rival in the field of speech therapy, had been defeated, but some time ago, Xunyi Yinhe entered the market strongly and acquired Qingyan. Now Qingyan's funds are even more abundant than Wen Ai.

Xunyi Yinhe also used its own social media to promote the Qingyan app. Therefore, Qingyan has been growing rapidly recently.

Jiang Mengyao had thin lips, which made her look a little mean. She said:

"You don't remember me? Then you must still remember Zhang Qian, right?"

"Zhang Qian?"

Wang Zixu unexpectedly heard this name again in the East China Sea. The past was still chasing him. He was a little dazed for a moment.

Ning Chunyan frowned slightly: "That day, at the Xihe Literary Conference..."

"I went there with Zhang Qian." Jiang Mengyao continued, "Do you remember?"

"You are Zhang Qian's best friend." Wang Zixu remembered.

Zhou Qingqing clasped her hands together and said with a smile: "So you two know each other. It seems like you all have a connection."

She had no idea of ​​the danger involved and her tone was relaxed and innocent.

Jiang Mengyao said, "Zhang Qian mentioned you to me a while ago. She often couldn't understand how Wang Zixu, who had no talent, could suddenly win the first place in the literary competition. It turns out that you have such a good relationship with our judge Ning Cainu, and now you are the editor of her magazine. I understand a little bit now."

She spoke in a sarcastic tone, which made Ning Chunyan unhappy.

"You mean, the prince won the first place in the literary competition just because of his relationship with me?"

Jiang Mengyao spread her hands and said, "I dare not say that. But Zhang Qian talked to Wang Zixu before, and she said that he has no talent. I am just curious about how he made such rapid progress and won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society."

Jiang Mengyao had a somewhat complacent look on her face, and Wang Zixu had wondered why that look looked so familiar. Only now did he realize that it was exactly the same look as Zhang Qian's usual one - both looking at you with an appraising gaze, and always ready to bargain.

Ning Chunyan was a little angry, but she was surrounded by young ladies from various families. In their minds, Ning Cainu was always well-educated and well-mannered, so she naturally couldn't be as free as she was in front of Wang Zixu. She just stared at Jiang Mengyao and forced a miserable smile on her face.

"Wang Zixu won the first place in the literary competition. It was a unanimous decision of the judges. I think I explained this issue to Zhang Qian in person after the meeting."

"You are the referees, so of course what you say is what counts." Jiang Mengyao lay on the sofa, curling her toes, looking very lazy.

Zhou Qingqing asked quietly, "So this Editor Wang is the top of the Xihe Literary Society?"

Someone next to him immediately chimed in: "Yes, he was the first place winner of the last Xihe Literary Festival."

"The winner of the last literary gathering was this editor Wang Zixu? No wonder the name sounds so familiar."

Jiang Mengyao's words contained a huge amount of information. The talented girls were originally not interested, but after hearing the conversation between the two, they all straightened up involuntarily. Listening to gossip is human nature, and they are no exception.

Someone nearby whispered, "Wasn't Yan Zishan one of the judges of the last Xihe Literary Festival?"

"Yes. Not long after the last Xihe Literary Festival, we held a literary appreciation meeting. It turns out that we had read the article edited by Wang Zixu at that time."

The gazes that had originally dissipated now gathered again on Wang Zixu's face. There were also many whispers, and the gazes and words were mixed together, circling and dancing like hoppers.

Ning Chunyan was encouraged and stood up and said, "Among the judges of the last Xihe Literary Festival, there was not only Teacher Li Tingfang, but also Yan Zishan. Yan Zishan publicly said after the meeting that he gave Wang Zixu the highest score. Do you mean that Wang Zixu even bribed him?"

The talented girls were all excited when they heard this. Yan Zishan's name was quite important to them, and he was a dream lover who was higher than the object of admiration and second only to literature. They only knew that Wang Zixu won the first place, but they didn't know that Yan Zishan had also scored the highest score.

Jiang Mengyao didn't expect that her attack would have the opposite effect, so she looked away: "I never said that. Who can explain clearly what's going on in the literary circle?"

Once you start a conspiracy theory, there will be no end. Jiang Mengyao was determined to doubt everything. At this moment, the curtain outside the door moved and two girls came in.

The girl walking in front was wearing a brown college-style suit jacket, with a white shirt and a blue-purple plaid skirt underneath. Her overall outfit was elegant and simple. She might be the simplest among these talented girls, but she was the most beautiful one, with particularly lively and affectionate eyes.

But when Wang Zixu saw her for the first time, his eyes were shamefully attracted by the black hole-like breasts of the girl. The girl who looked so petite had such magnificent breasts, which was really a strange sight that he couldn't help but look at.

Seeing Ning Chunyan, the girl trotted over and said, "Sister Ning Chunyan, you're finally here!"

The girl's voice was soft and gentle. Ning Chunyan smiled and said, "Xiao An, I've brought the person you asked me to introduce to you."

Wang Zixu guessed in his heart that this person should be An Younan that Ning Chunyan wanted to meet.

The girl turned her gaze towards Wang Zixu and looked at him curiously. Her eyes were very lively and her slightly chubby face had an innocent expression on it. "Are you Wang Zixu?"

Wang Zixu looked at Ning Chunyan, who winked at him, reminding him of the image he had agreed on earlier.

Speaks little and is very deep.

Wang Zixu replied: "Yes."

"Are you the Wang Zixu who made the front page of Get?"

"Yes. Uh, no," Wang Zixu said before he finished speaking. "I am on the headlines, but not on the front page."

"Great, I finally get to meet you!" The girl rushed over and grabbed his hand. "My teacher said that you are the best writer in the recent issues of Obtain. Your Fire in the Stone is still being serialized. How many issues will it continue to be serialized?"

A faint fragrance went straight into people's noses. Wang Zixu felt that this girl was a little too enthusiastic, so he tilted his neck back two steps, turned his head away, and looked at Ning Chunyan as if asking for help.

I underestimated Caiyuan. The person in front of me seems to be a real reader.

(End of this chapter)