Zhao Nianen has a bloated figure, but his dance steps are surprisingly smooth and brisk. Accompanied by Johann Strauss's classic Viennese Waltz, he dances around the dance floor in perfect harmony with the family, sometimes elegant and solemn, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, attracting countless admiring glances.

The cheerful dance music of the Viennese Waltz and the superb dancing skills of the dance partners made the family temporarily forget their worries due to concentration.

When the song ended, Jia Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He couldn't tell whether he was heartless or in deep pain. He subconsciously wanted to escape and forget.

Zhao Nian'en proudly showed off his two sparkling teeth and squinted his eyes: "I didn't expect that Miss Moy, at such a young age, would have such a profound ability to remain calm. It's rare to find."

After hearing this, Jia Huan's steps froze and he looked embarrassed. Zhao Nianen was caught off guard and almost tripped.

What does he mean? Is he mocking himself for being willing to marry Xiao Yinuo even though he doesn't know him? Is he unprincipled even though he is so worthless? He actually regards his noble upbringing as cheap hypocrisy and bottomless character.

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Jia Huan couldn't bear it anymore and threw away Zhao Nianen's fat hand in disgust: "I'm sorry, I'm not as advanced as you think." After saying that, he turned around and left the dance floor like a whirlwind.

The sudden change between the two protagonists was quickly caught by others and turned into interesting gossip. Except for the music, almost everyone stopped and watched in surprise as Jia Huan hurriedly left and gradually disappeared.

Zhao Nianen shrugged and said with a fake-embarrassed smile: "Maybe it's because my poor dancing skills annoyed Miss Moy." His humorous explanation caused several people around him to laugh in agreement.

Thomas walked into the dance floor with a smile and handed Zhao Nianen a glass of champagne, gesturing for everyone to continue. The two looked at each other meaningfully and walked to the corner of the hall.

Zhao Nianen took a sip and said in a helpless tone: "If Yinuo could be half as calm and sensible as Moy, I would be satisfied. After so many years, he still naively wants to find the little mute who saved him back then as his wife.

No matter how hard I try, I won’t listen.”

Thomas's blue eyes flashed with emotion: "There's no problem with Moy, but things are indeed a bit rushed. I believe that as long as they get married, everything will get better as they wish!" After saying that, the two clinked their glasses and put their hands together.

Drink the champagne in one gulp.

The dance was still going on, and Jia Huan ran to the third floor and opened the bedroom door.

Katie was tidying up the room. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw Jia Huan standing at the door with a gloomy face and out of breath. She felt a little surprised.

"Get out." Jia Huan said coldly.

Katie lowered her head and said "yes", hugged the long velvet duster, and left the bedroom under Jia Huan's sharp eyes.

The moment the door closed, Jia Huan threw herself beside the bed with a "Wow--" and tears burst into her eyes, raging like the long and devouring river in her dream.

She buried her entire face on the pale golden silk sheets, sobbing hysterically and indulgently, and her long hair was scattered around her round, snow-white arms.

How long has it been since you burst into tears? How long has it been since you woke up and relived the helplessness and sadness of being abandoned!?

Jia Huan pursed her lips, and the bitter taste ruthlessly stimulated her taste buds and spread on the tip of her tongue. She raised her head suddenly, and her wet eyelashes covered her eyes, which were so sad and decadent.

Outside the window, the moonlight is bright, and you can faintly hear the melodious and cheerful music coming from the hall downstairs. The laughter of the guests is mixed in, so clear and innocent, more like Jiashan holding up the sparrow he shot with a slingshot, holding a knife in his shoulder, and holding his head high.

The proud look when you push out your chest to show off to yourself.

Jia Huan raised his left hand and stroked it back and forth on the right side of his waist. Just under the expensive fabric of the evening dress, there was a dark red snake-shaped mark as big as a palm hidden.

This birthmark, once praised by the French as a calm and sexy birthmark, was a nightmare for the whole family ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Moy Jiahuan was still called Wu Jiahuan. Her biological parents were still alive and still worried about the red spots on her waist.

The villagers called her unknown and despised her and her family. Just because the quack doctor said "skin cancer", her parents went to the small coal mine invested by southerners even though they knew the danger, just to raise the considerable medical expenses as soon as possible.

That day, my younger brother proudly held the sparrow in the air and went home beaming with joy, his smile as bright as the first spring jasmine blooming under the late winter sun:

"Sister~ I saw a pheasant just now. I will definitely call back to replenish your health next time——"

"Jiashan! Jiahuan--" Uncle Wang from the end of the village rushed into the yard on crutches, interrupting Jiashan's words.

The smiles were still frozen on their faces. The siblings had never seen Uncle Wang running so fast with a limp leg, and they never expected that the eloquent man could say such a broken sentence:

"It's terrible, it's collapsed, the mine has collapsed... Your parents are still down there - they haven't come up yet..."

"Dad, mother——"

Jia Huan leaned beside the bed and burst into tears again just like when he heard the bad news eight years ago.

These two names that made her feel extremely painful, desolate and helpless had been hidden in her heart for eight years. They were wounds that she had kept in the dust for a long time and could not be described, let alone touched.

After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. "Dang-dang-dang"

The voice was slow and slow, cold and even a little numb, but it successfully and quickly brought Jia Huan back to reality from the sadness of memories.

Her heart trembled, Si Baining? No. Jia Huan secretly shook his head, this was not the rhythm they were used to. Could it be that it was Katie again?

Jia Huan raised his head and wiped the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, which was numb from pressure.

"Please come in."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become hoarse from howling just now and was almost inaudible.

The door opened in response, and Jia Huan frowned unconsciously. She was sure that no one standing outside could hear her voice. Who was it? It was so impolite and even a little wanton.

Jia Huan slowly stood up and watched calmly as the door was pushed open at the same slow speed. That arm was all too familiar, her heartbeat quickened, and Si Baining's name almost came out of her mouth.

But he was stopped when he saw Zhao Nianen's well-dressed and gentle smile.

"Is it you?" The ending sound rose, drawing a dissatisfied curve in the air.

Jia Huan made no secret of her attitude. She always hated being misunderstood. Since she was already unhappy before, there was no need to pretend to be welcoming.

Zhao Nianen heard the extremely mocking sound and smiled indifferently. He turned sideways and nodded politely to Si Baining. When Si Baining left, he looked at Jiahuan again.

"Moy, maybe what I just said was a bit vague, and I'm very sorry that you misunderstood me."

Zhao Nianen's voice is very magnetic, with a kind of hoarseness unique to middle-aged people. He speaks a simple sentence with both restraint and elegance, and is extremely sincere.

Jia Huan didn't comment, her heart had already been captured and taken away by Si Baining's calmly leaving figure, and all she could think about was Si Baining.

How could he be so calm and as if nothing had happened? Didn't he hear what Thomas just said?! Didn't he know that he would hold a wedding next week and marry a man he had never met?! Didn't he worry at all?

No jealousy, no anger?!

"I very much appreciate your noble self-cultivation and generosity. Of course you have reason to be angry. I understand your reaction very much. After all, my nephew today——"

"That's enough, I don't want to talk about it." Jia Huan finally came to his senses and bluntly interrupted Zhao Nianen's lobbying. What apology, what understanding! This lavish praise and flattery is nothing more than to make yourself willing to do it a week later.

Just put on a wedding dress.

In fact, he didn't have to do this. Since Thomas dared to do this, he was naturally confident. Zhao Nianen was still too cautious and didn't understand himself too well.

Jia Huan may seem reserved and cultivated, but she is also extremely willful, and even a bit unkind. But at the same time, she is also the kind of person who never forgets every drop of kindness and will always repay it with a spring of water.

During the eight years that writer Thomas Huan adopted her father, he treated her very well, pampered and even pampered her. Jia Huan did not dare to say that this unrelated pampering was "love", but it was undeniable that everything Thomas gave her was a great kindness.

.Without Thomas, she would be just an orphan of no importance, unable to control her life or death, with no one to support her.

It was Thomas who gave her the warmth of home, allowing her to regain her life and live better than anyone else. Not to mention asking her to marry a stranger, even if Thomas asked her to die, Jia Huan would not say a word.

The word "no".

"What Daddy said is what I will do. I will marry Xiao Yinuo as promised according to his arrangement. So, you can rest assured."

No matter how unwilling she was, Jia Huan gritted her teeth and said these words. She didn't like to be sloppy, so since there was no second option, why not end it once and for all.

Zhao Nianen didn't seem to expect that the family reunion would be so straightforward. He was slightly surprised, and instantly returned to his gentlemanly smiling expression. Zhao Nianen nodded: "Young people are scary! Then, I won't disturb Mr. Zhao. Goodbye."

Seeing Zhao Nianen turning around and walking out of the bedroom, Jia Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was self-aware and seemed to be a temperamental person. He just didn't know whether his shameless nephew "Xiao Yinuo" was crippled or stupid.

Yes, if that were not the case, which wealthy businessman would be so bold as to marry a grassroots adopted daughter with a prestigious title as his wife or daughter-in-law?!

Since they can't escape, they just get married, but it's just "marrying". They can't expect to get anything more from themselves!

Jia Huan lay down on the bed tiredly. The person she loved was Si Baining. As long as he didn't change, she would never give up her love for him. Thinking of this, Jia Huan suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes.

panic.

Could it be that Si Baining's silence and indifference was because he was angry that he didn't fight?! Could it be that he had acted too calmly just now, which caused Si Baining to misunderstand him?

It must be! He must have thought that he was frivolous and indifferent, and that he wanted to take this opportunity to leave Fort Sherlock. After all, both of them had been burdened with too much, and they had imagined more than once that they could live a free and unrestrained life in the future.

No! He can't think of himself like that! Jia Huan clenched her fists and twisted the bed sheets into a ball, and the shiny silky wrinkles extended in all directions. She pushed her arms hard and sat up from the bed with a sudden movement.

Got up.
Chapter completed!