Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 530 The Republic-era Miss Who Admitted Her Mistake to Her Arranged Marriage (1)

Mu Zhou, carrying his small suitcase, did not ask around as he did in the original story, but rushed to the military academy.

She went to the restaurant first.

After all that commotion, she was starving.

Mu Zhou walked up to a building that looked very beautiful and unique.

This is a completely Western-style house, which the original owner had never seen before.

The text on it is in a foreign language, which I can't understand at all.

But she could see inside the house through that huge glass window.

She guessed that this was the restaurant where they would eat.

So she went inside.

Mu Zhou has a stunningly beautiful face that is as lovely as a pearl, with exquisite and elegant features.

Her long, narrow, slightly upturned willow-leaf eyes exuded an air of nobility and aloofness when she wasn't smiling.

She wore a light blue, wide-sleeved jacket and skirt, like a walking piece of blue and white porcelain. Every move she made was classical and elegant, with a touch of fragility beneath her noble appearance, making people afraid to approach her.

The doorman almost thought he had met an ancient fairy, and was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

"I want to sit by the window."

Mu Zhou took the initiative to request it, and the waiter naturally obliged, quickly leading her to a seat.

The waiter placed a menu in front of her, but Mu Zhou didn't look at it. Instead, she asked:

"Waiter, what's your specialty dish?"

The waiter was dazed.

That's such an old name...

However, judging from this person's attire, the waiter already had a clue.

The most important thing to do when working here is to have a keen eye; this guest in front of me is clearly from a distinguished family.

The emerald bracelet on her wrist, with its clear luster, was obviously a rare antique. The gold hairpin and pink gemstone hairpin on her head were also extraordinary items.

He must be someone who's not short of money.

So the waiter didn't correct her way of addressing him, but instead respectfully introduced the recommended dishes.

These were all names that Mu Zhou had never heard of before.

She thought for a moment and interrupted the waiter directly:

"Fine, bring them all up, I'll try them all."

The waiter opened his mouth, then cautiously reminded him:

"But can you eat all of this by yourself?"

Even if I can't finish it, I still want to try it.

Mu Zhou's words were perfectly reasonable.

When she's at home, even if she's eating alone, she always has at least eight dishes.

Her arrogant and wealthy demeanor made the waiter touch his forehead.

"Uh, ma'am, please wait a moment."

Mu Zhou sat up straight and glanced at his surroundings.

This place is indeed different from Ruancheng, and has its own unique charm.

Someone looked at her with a mocking look in their eyes, probably thinking she was acting like a nouveau riche.

But no one actually dared to step forward and provoke them; everyone maintained a facade of gentlemanly conduct.

The restaurant has a second floor, but it was not open to the public. All that could be seen were the white marble railings carved with dragons and tigers; beyond that, nothing else could be seen.

But no one would be curious enough to want to find out.

Because everyone knows that it is the territory of the eldest son of the old warlord of Anping.

Anping's current prosperity and peace are all thanks to this old military governor and his troops.

The old warlord had two sons. The eldest son was said to have the same demeanor as the old warlord in his youth. He was decisive and brave when fighting on the battlefield, and was resourceful and wise. He was known as the young marshal.

Not many people have met this man. He went to the battlefield with his father when he was very young, and later went abroad to study after the situation stabilized.

It is said that he has already returned to China.

Rumors circulate that this prodigy is young, with an enchanting and devilishly handsome appearance, but he was exposed to killing on the battlefield at a young age, and his methods are somewhat perverse and ruthless.

At this moment, the young marshal was on the second floor.

He was dressed in military uniform, lounging lazily on a European-style sofa, his long legs casually crossed and resting on the back of the person kneeling in front of him.

The military boots were polished clean, reflecting a sharp, cold gleam.

The man was breathing heavily with his mouth open, not daring to move an inch, desperately trying to suppress his instinctive trembling.

The man in military uniform on the sofa completely ignored him, casually flipping through a newspaper.

With a slight upturn of his eyes, his gaze instantly fell on the figure sitting by the window on the first floor.

Due to the design, people on the first floor cannot see upstairs, but people on the second floor can see parts of the first floor.

For example, the seats in the row with the glass wall.

The sunlight was just right, streaming through the glass and no longer so glaring, but rather much softer.

The woman, holding a cup of tea, seemed to be bathed in a glow, her beauty stunning, like a painting of a lady.

The next second, the woman put down her teacup and began to examine the knife and fork with curiosity.

As innocent as a child.

But in the end, she gave up and chose chopsticks instead.

Shen Yuncang's eyes were as dark as ink, and his brows and eyes revealed a hint of coldness. His gaze only swept over her for a moment before he looked away.

He lost his patience, put the newspaper aside, and stood up, pulling his legs back together.

Shen Yuncang straightened his collar and fastened the top button. Although it was the most serious and formal military uniform, it always looked casual on him.

But no matter what, the arrogance that looked down on the world in his eyes could not be concealed.

He didn't even glance at the man kneeling there, his thin lips slightly parted:

"In that case, we will trouble Mr. Lin to donate his entire fortune so that the common people can also have a taste of meat soup."

With a calm and unhurried tone, he casually decided the future of the chamber of commerce president in front of him.

But Chairman Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

His youngest son acted foolishly, risking his life to do business with the enemy, attempting to sell them medicine, but was caught red-handed by the young marshal's men.

This kind of act, which can be called treason, is definitely punishable by death.

Chairman Lin originally thought that his whole family was going to be killed by his youngest son, but he didn't expect that the young marshal would spare their lives.

But he also understood that there was no way to save his youngest son, who was still in prison.

He hurriedly kowtowed to express his gratitude and knelt to see the young marshal off.

Shen Yucang and his group suddenly came downstairs, silencing the entire restaurant to a level of quiet where you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone knows the young marshal is mysterious, and now that he has appeared, no one dares to look up and examine his appearance.

Surrounded by guards, Shen Huocang remained expressionless, staring straight ahead, but he soon noticed the only unusual thing.

The woman sitting by the window.

The woman only belatedly turned her head and looked at him curiously as he stepped out of the restaurant.

Her willow-leaf eyes widened slightly, bold and direct, showing no fear whatsoever.

But it seems she couldn't see clearly in the end, so she turned back with some disappointment.

Shen Yucang, who had already gotten into the car, saw her continuing to eat with an air of nonchalance and gave an ambiguous snort.

On the other side, Mu Zhou naturally noticed that Shen Yucang had already left.

The eldest son of the warlord, known as the Young Marshal, is the man she wants to win over.

To my surprise, his favorability rating remained unchanged at 0 after our first meeting.

It's okay if your favorability doesn't increase right now; there will always be opportunities in the future.

Mu Zhou dabbed his lips with a handkerchief, recalling the original plot.

In the original storyline, the original owner never returned after coming to Anping.

After getting off the train, she went straight to the military academy.

Then, tonight, he lost his life.