Two Overlapping Heart Characters (1)

After the dream, the high tower is locked; awakening from wine, curtains hang low. When last year’s spring resentment returns, fallen flowers and a person standing alone, light rain and swallows flying in pairs.

I remember when I first saw little Ping, wearing a gown with two overlapping heart characters. On the pipa strings, she spoke of yearning; at that time, the bright moon was there, once illuminating the colorful clouds’ return.

Five

The cicadas of summer gradually grew sparse. After several cold rains, autumn began to emerge. Outside the window was a hibiscus flower blooming brilliantly. She leaned against the barre and momentarily mistook it for a rose. The rose from that morning was hidden in her locker, its sweet fragrance seemingly still lingering on her fingertips. Looking up, she saw Teacher Zhou’s gaze sweeping over, and quickly performed several beautiful ronds de jambe, so fluid and graceful that it made the teacher smile.

The changing room was shared by all the girls, who inevitably chattered away. Xiaofan had the sharpest eyes and the loudest voice. “Susu! Where did this come from?” She snatched the rose into her hand with a smile. “It smells so good!” Mu Lan peeked over with a grin, “Do we even need to ask? Of course, it’s from our Zhuang Chengzhi.” Xiaofan waved the flower with a mischievous face, “I’m going to tell the teacher that Zhuang Chengzhi secretly picked roses from the flower bed again to give to his sweetheart.”

Mu Lan smiled and hooked her arm around her shoulder, “Susu, why don’t I give you the lead role? You and Zhuang Chengzhi dancing the Butterfly Lovers would be a million times more in sync than me dancing with him.” Ren Susu smiled and said, “If you keep talking, I’ll reveal your secret!” Xiaofan rushed to ask, “What secret?” But Susu didn’t answer. Mu Lan reached out to pinch her face, “You troublemaker! You’re the worst!”

A group of them went out for dinner, with Mu Lan and Susu lagging. Mu Lan had changed into Western clothes. Seeing Susu put on that pearl-white dress, she couldn’t help saying, “Why do you always wear these?” She linked arms with her, “Come have dinner with me.”

Susu shook her head, “Thanks, but the last time I went with you, it made me so nervous.” Mu Lan said, “You’re too rigid. They were just joking around, nothing else. Besides—in that group, any one of them would be a good match. Do you want to dance for the rest of your life?” Susu smiled, “I know, I know you want to marry into a prestigious family and live as a pampered wife without worrying about food or clothes. My fate is just to dance forever.” Mu Lan laughed and said, “You want to dance with Zhuang Chengzhi forever.” Susu pretended to hit her. The two walked out and saw a shiny black Chevrolet parked across the street. Through the car window, they could see someone waving to Mu Lan from a distance. Mu Lan’s eyes brightened, she gave Susu a quick goodbye and hurried over.

Susu watched the car drive away and stood on the street for a while. Then Zhuang Chengzhi came over and asked, “Have you been waiting long?” She looked up at him—a bright, fair face like the sun in autumn, shining straight into one’s heart. She smiled and said, “I just came down too.” Together they went to eat wontons.

The delicate scent of seaweed, the snow-white transparent wonton skins. Susu was sweating slightly and took out her handkerchief to wipe it away. Then she heard Chengzhi ask her, “What’s going on with Mu Lan recently? She’s always distracted.” As Mu Lan’s dance partner, he could certainly tell when her mind wasn’t on practice. Susu said, “She has a new boyfriend.” Chengzhi asked, “The one who just came in the car?” Susu nodded, and Chengzhi said, “He must be from a wealthy family, right?”

Not just wealthy—they say his family has significant connections. Once, unable to refuse Mu Lan, Susu was dragged along to dinner. It was her first time eating Western food: the sparkling crystal chandeliers, the gleaming floor, the shining cutlery—that world seemed to radiate brilliance. The people there were all stylish and beautiful. Mu Lan was poised and confident, unafraid to drink with anyone. During the meal, a young gentleman named He Zhongze particularly enjoyed teasing Mu Lan, insisting she drink to the bottom. She said, “If I must!” and threw her head back to finish the entire glass. Her jade autumn leaf earrings swung like swings, glowing deep green in the light. Others cheered loudly, and He Zhongze said, “Xiao Xu, your girlfriend is frank and generous!” Mu Lan just smiled coquettishly. Later, He Zhongze addressed her again: “Miss Fang has drunk, Miss Ren should also show some spirit, right?” She had never experienced such a scene and immediately blushed. In the end, Mu Lan’s boyfriend Xu Changning comes to her rescue, “Miss Ren really can’t drink. Unlike you troublemakers who are used to mischief, don’t frighten her.”

After dinner, Xu Changning called for a car to take her and Mu Lan back. Mu Lan teased her, “Susu, that Mr. He seemed quite interested in you.” And she turned out to be right—the next day, He Zhongze came to invite her to dinner. She coolly declined. Mu Lan lamented for a while, “Miss, that’s He Yuancheng’s eldest son! You won’t even show him the slightest favor?” She asked back, “Who is He Yuancheng?” Mu Lan had an expression between laughing and crying, and after a good while said, “You really—don’t tell me you don’t even know who Murong Feng is?” This made her laugh, and she remembered that He Yuancheng was a prominent political figure. To this day, the young Mr. He still occasionally invites her out, but she simply avoids him.

Mu Lan was late and got scolded by the teacher, punished with extra practice. Everyone else had left, and Susu quietly returned to check on her. She was practicing battements, and upon seeing Susu, stopped to ask, “Has Teacher Zhou left?”

“Yes.”

Mu Lan stuck out her tongue, her face glistening with sweat. She took a towel to wipe it, leaning lazily against the barre, and asked, “Susu, tomorrow is Sunday, come play with me?” Susu shook her head, “No thanks, I can’t handle your Mr. Xu’s friends.” Mu Lan said, “Tomorrow there won’t be others, just him and me.” Susu smiled, “Then what would I be there for? To be the third wheel?” Mu Lan blinked her beautiful eyes, “His sister will be there too. Please keep me company, I’m begging you!”

She laughed, “Only an ugly daughter-in-law fears meeting her in-laws. You’re not ugly, so why are you afraid of your future sister-in-law?”

Mu Lan pouted, “Susu—” then placed her hand on her chest and said, “I don’t know why, but whenever I think about meeting his family, my heart pounds.” She pressed her palms together, “Please, for the sake of our years of sisterhood, come with me. I’ll be scared if I go alone.”

Susu couldn’t resist her persistence and had to agree.

Early the next morning, Mu Lan came to call for her. Looking her over, Susu saw that Mu Lan was still wearing Western clothes, but with light makeup, her hair falling over her shoulders, tied with a silk ribbon in a slanted butterfly knot—both playful and beautiful. Susu couldn’t help but smile, “You look really beautiful like this.” But Mu Lan reached out to lift her dark heavy braid from her chest, “Wow, your hair has grown so long? I couldn’t tell when it’s pinned up.”

They went for Western food again, but the atmosphere among the four was tense. Xu Changning’s sister, Xu Changxuan, wore appropriate Western attire without much jewelry—only a roughly six-carat diamond on her finger that shone like a star embedded between her fingers. She was quite polite to Mu Lan, calling her “Miss Fang,” but there was a certain coolness in her politeness. Susu was already quiet by nature, and seeing Mu Lan not talking, she remained even more silent. She only heard the Xu siblings making occasional small talk. Seeing the atmosphere too cold, Xu Changning deliberately sought a topic, asking Xu Changxuan, “Any news from Wu Chi? Share it with us.” Xu Changxuan said, “What news could there be—well, there is one thing. I ran into Jin Rui today, and she kept asking about that bet, saying you still owe her a meal. Jin Rui also mentioned she’s going to the racetrack today. Brother, let’s go horseback riding later too.”

Xu Changning pondered briefly, and Xu Changxuan said, “Miss Fang, Miss Ren, join us too. It’s more fun with more people.”

Xu Changning glanced at Mu Lan, and not wanting to appear petty to Xu Changxuan on their first meeting, Mu Lan quickly said, “Sure, Susu and I both love lively activities.”

After the meal, they went to the racetrack, only to discover it was a private one. Backed by mountains and facing a lake, the scenery was beautiful. Despite being late autumn, the imported premium grass spread out before them was still lush green like a carpet. The maples and sycamores along the path had turned red. Beyond the waist-high white fence were several tall ginkgo trees, rustling in the wind, covering the ground with golden fan-shaped leaves. Seeing such beautiful scenery, Susu felt refreshed.

In the changing room, putting on riding clothes, Susu said, “I think I’ll skip changing. I don’t know how to ride anyway.” Mu Lan said, “It’s very easy and fun! The last time I came, it was interesting. Since it’s your first time, I’ll have someone hold your reins. After two laps, you’ll get the hang of it.”

When they came out after changing, there were indeed two docile horses waiting for them, led by handlers. Xu Changning smiled and said, “I specially selected the two most obedient horses for you ladies.” Mu Lan asked, “Where is Miss Xu?” Xu Changning lifted his face, and Susu looked into the distance where, under the sunlight, a rider had already gone far, truly agile and swift.

Susu had never tried approaching a horse before and found the large animal both intimidating and frightening. Fortunately, the riding instructor had excellent patience. “Miss, please mount from the left front. Don’t approach from behind, or it might kick you.” Then he held the reins and taught her several key points about mounting. Given her dance background, she mounted the horse with grace. The instructor loosened the reins and walked slowly, carefully correcting her posture. By the time she completed two large circles, Mu Lan and Xu Changning had disappeared. She knew they must have snuck away to talk privately. She saw the instructor sweating profusely in the hot sun. Feeling uneasy, she said, “Please take a rest. I’ll try circling on my own.” The instructor was a young man with a frank disposition. Hearing her suggestion, he thought she just wanted to try on her own, so he smiled and said, “Please be careful.” He handed her the reins and walked back to the stable.

Susu wasn’t afraid and let the horse walk slowly, following the track southward. She could hear the wind rustling the leaves around her, and the sunlight scattered golden ripples on the deep blue lake surface not far away. The stable was now distant, visible only as an outline of a building. Everything was quiet around her; she could hear the insects in the grass. She began to feel a bit nervous. Just then, she faintly heard what seemed to be hoofbeats, growing louder and clearer as they approached rapidly. Looking up, she saw a rider galloping down the hillside in the distance. Seeing the fast approach, she hurriedly tried to move aside but fumbled and pulled the reins, using too much force. The horse immediately stepped back. She became more nervous and pulled the reins even tighter. The horse, a purebred Holstein, normally very sensitive, was forced twice, let out a long neigh, and bolted forward on all four hooves. She was caught off guard and nearly fell off, but her quick reflexes made her lean forward forcefully, managing to stay on the horse. However, the horse seemed to have gone mad, charging forward recklessly, heading straight for the oncoming rider.

The other rider remained calm. Seeing the situation, they pulled the reins to turn the horse’s head aside to let her pass, and in the instant, the two horses crossed paths and quickly grabbed her reins. Her horse let out another long neigh, struggling powerfully. She felt a jolt and lost balance, falling directly. In that flash of a moment, a pair of arms hooked around her waist. Her braid came undone, and her hair fell like a waterfall, scattering in the wind in a dark, glossy arc. In a dizzy, disoriented moment, she only saw a pair of eyes, as profound as the lake earlier, with flecks of gold sparkling in the sunlight, looking straight at her.

Time and space seemed to stand still, leaving only him and her. So close—she had never been this close to a man before, almost without any barrier. He had a faint scent of tobacco and mint water. His arm still encircled her waist, and even through her clothes, she could feel the warm body temperature of that arm. The wind had tousled his forehead hair, which softly brushed across his clear forehead. He asked, “Who are you?” She was extremely frightened, not knowing how to explain everything, and not knowing who he was. In her extreme confusion, she lowered her head, her flowing long hair cascading down as if trying to shield her vision for safety.

The clatter of hooves approached as two or three riders came down the hillside. They all wore the same black riding attire and called from a distance with concern, “Third Young Master, is something wrong?”

He turned and said, “Nothing’s wrong.” Then he looked down and asked her, “Are you hurt?” She instinctively shook her head. The riders had caught up by now, dismounting in front of them, all looking at her with uncertain expressions. She became even more flustered and instinctively shrank back. But he naturally and gently applied a bit more pressure with his arm, as if to comfort her, saying, “It’s alright, everything is fine now.”

He turned to speak to them, his tone immediately changing to one of severity, “This young lady doesn’t know how to ride. Who let her ride alone on the grounds? Such a dangerous thing—do you need an accident to happen before you’re satisfied?” His few sentences made them all lower their heads. Susu gradually calmed down and saw two riders approaching side by side in the distance—Mu Lan and Xu Changning. Seeing familiar faces, her heart relaxed, and she suddenly realized she was still in his embrace. Her face flushed, and she said, “Thank you, please put me down.” Embarrassed and afraid, her voice was as low as a fly’s buzz. But he heard her, dismounted, turned around, and without hesitation extended his hand. She hesitated slightly but finally placed her hand in his, feeling her body lighten as he practically lifted her down.

Just as she steadied herself, Mu Lan and Xu Changning galloped over. Xu Changning made a sound of surprise, dismounted, and like the others, called out, “Third Young Master.” Then with a smile, “I was just telling Changxuan that Jin Rui came, and you might come by too.” Mu Lan also dismounted and rushed over to hold her hand, asking with surprise, “What happened?” Being quite perceptive, she understood somewhat of the situation and asked again, “You didn’t fall, did you?”

Susu shook her head. She saw the Third Young Master carelessly tapping his boot spurs with his whip when he suddenly turned to look at her. Just as a breeze blew by, she used her hand to arrange her long hair, slowly lowering her head. She heard him say, “You’re hosting at my place, yet you don’t properly take care of the young ladies. What if someone had been hurt? How would you handle that?” Xu Changning laughed, “Thankfully you appeared in time.” Susu was surprised—from his tone, it seemed he was the owner of this estate. She never imagined such an impressive racetrack would have such a young owner. Then she heard him say, “Changning, treat me to dinner tonight. Your family’s head chef’s crab meat lion’s head meatballs have some real skill.” Xu Changning beamed with delight, “Such praise makes me feel truly honored.” The Third Young Master seemed to be on familiar terms with him and simply smiled, “As if you’d feel honored. It’s a deal.” An attendant stepped forward and whispered something in his ear. The Third Young Master raised his eyebrows, and Xu Changning asked, “What is it?” He smiled and said, “I forgot myself, Father asked me to go see the new airport at Mang Lake this afternoon.” He looked up, squinting at the sun, and said, “It’s too late anyway, I’ll just have to lie later.”

Seeing the attendants’ troubled expressions, Xu Changning laughed, “Look at your courage! You’re embarrassing your Third Young Master. He’s not afraid, what are you afraid of?” The Third Young Master smiled and said, “Don’t try to provoke them. I’m a man of my word—I will visit your home tonight. I’ll call Old Song later. If Father asks, he can cover for me.”

Hearing this, Xu Changning was indeed pleased. Suddenly remembering, he said, “I haven’t introduced the young ladies.” Then he said, “Mu Lan, Miss Ren, this is the Murong Third Young Master.” But the Third Young Master said, “Talking nonsense in front of outsiders? I have a name, Murong Qingye.”

Mu Lan had already guessed from his conversation with Xu Changning that his status was unusual, and now learned he was the famous Murong Third Young Master. She saw he was only in his early twenties, playing with a python skin whip in his hand. Despite his casual demeanor, he truly had the elegant bearing of a fine jade tree. Xu Changning was handsome himself but appeared dim in comparison. She thought to herself, so he resembles his mother—her graceful and dignified photos often appeared in newspapers.

Xu Changning immediately called home to have dinner preparations made. By evening, everything was arranged. Susu didn’t want to go, but Mu Lan felt this visit to the Xu mansion, though not formal, was an unexpected pleasure. She wouldn’t let Susu refuse and gently persuaded her to come along. Almost half-begging, half-convincing, she pulled Susu into the car.

Six

The dinner at the Xu mansion was considered casual, but in a wealthy family, grandeur naturally showed in every gesture. Even Mu Lan restrained her usual manner, sitting quietly like Lin Daiyu entering the Jia mansion. They finally finished the meal. Servants brought coffee, but Murong Qingye raised an eyebrow, “Why drink this?” Xu Changning smiled, “I know, tea has been prepared for you.” Indeed, a servant brought a celadon gaiwan. Murong Qingye smiled, “You’re extravagant, using this to entertain guests.” Xu Changning said, “I was afraid you’d say I only have vulgar things here!” Murong Qingye replied, “I usually use that Qianlong kiln Yùguò Tīanqīng teacup. Once Father saw it, and for some reason, he was in a bad mood and randomly called me a ‘family fortune squanderer,’ truly hitting a sensitive spot.”

Xu Changxuan interjected from the side, “The set that Madam uses for daily guests is an excellent Jun kiln.” Murong Qingye smiled, “Mother has grown lazy lately. In previous years, she always enjoyed tea parties and balls, but this year we’ve had fewer large gatherings.” As he spoke, he raised his hand to check his watch. “I must go. Father may have already sent people to look for me.”

Xu Changning didn’t try to keep him but personally saw him out. Mu Lan and Susu stayed only fifteen minutes longer before saying goodbye. Xu Changning arranged for a car to take them home. Mu Lan’s home was in the city center, but Susu lived in the suburbs, so the car took her home last. She thanked them, watched the Xu family car leave, then turned to walk into the alley.

On autumn evenings, cricket sounds chirped from the roadside grass. There was a beautiful moon, splashing silver moonlight that made the road surface smooth and bright like water or a mirror. Using the moonlight, she searched her bag for keys. Her house was a small courtyard with a few clusters of begonias planted under the fence; their lush foliage was visible in the moonlight. The gate had a small iron lock, rusted from wind and rain, making it somewhat difficult to open. As she lowered her head to unlock it, she heard someone behind her say, “Miss Ren.”

She was startled, her hand trembled, and the key dropped to the ground. Turning around, she saw a somewhat familiar face but couldn’t recall where she had seen him. The man smiled and said, “Miss Ren, my surname is Lei. My master would like to invite you for tea. Would you honor us?” Then she remembered that this Mr. Lei was an attendant of the Third Young Master, always at his side at both the racetrack and the Xu mansion—no wonder he looked familiar. Since he referred to his master, it must be Murong’s Third Young Master. Her heart pounded as she said, “It’s too late. Perhaps another time I could trouble Mr. Murong.” Mr. Lei remained polite and said, “It’s only eight o’clock. We won’t take much of your time.” She tried hard to decline gracefully. Mr. Lei had no choice but to turn and walk toward the alley, and only then did she notice two black cars parked in the shadow of the wall—without looking carefully, they were nearly invisible. After a moment, she heard light footsteps and thought Mr. Lei had returned. Her fear deepened, but she couldn’t find the small key that had fallen somewhere.

The person came closer, and in the moonlight, she saw it was Murong Qingye himself. She never dreamed he would suddenly appear in such a humble alley, and she retreated a step in shock and fear. He smiled and called “Miss Ren,” looking around and saying, “Your place is truly elegant and quiet.”

She was terrified. He reached out and took her hand. She was both shocked and angry but forgot to struggle. He raised his hand and brushed her long hair, which fluttered and settled back on her shoulders. She was horrified and stumbled backward, but the courtyard gate was behind her. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest. “Mr. Murong, please show some respect. I have a boyfriend.”

His eyes flickered in the moonlight, his lips seeming to smile. Cold sweat broke out on her back. He grabbed her hand and walked toward the car. She felt dazed and only remembered to struggle when they reached the car. She pulled back, but he forcefully yanked her, causing her to lose her footing and stumble forward. He took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and got her into the car. The attendant closed the door, and the car silently drove away. She was terrified and asked, “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer, but aside from holding her hand, he made no other unsettling moves. The car drove for a very long time before stopping. When it stopped, someone opened the door for them. He got out first and turned to extend his hand. Her back was drenched with sweat, and she sat there motionless like a marble statue. He persistently held out his hand, and she finally yielded and got out. They were surrounded by towering trees encircling a Western-style building. Scattered pathways and garden lights revealed the depth of the courtyard.

He said, “I have a gift for you.” Still holding her hand, he led her along a stone path deeper into the garden. She followed as if in a dream, stumbling beside him into another courtyard. She heard him say, “Turn on the lights.” Instantly, brilliant lights illuminated everything, making her gasp.

It was an endless vista of green lotus, with lights like strings of pearls along both banks, extending into the distance. In the illumination, a gentle breeze caused the emerald leaves to flutter like elegant umbrellas. Despite the late autumn, the lotus flowers bloomed with serene beauty—clusters of pink blossoms like bowls of flowing light or beautiful maidens walking on waves. The scene was so dreamlike that she was entranced.

He smiled, “Is it beautiful? Hot spring water is channeled here, allowing for such beauty even in October.”

She smiled slightly, shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks, her long lashes trembling slightly, like the west wind blowing over a hibiscus, revealing scattered stamens. After a while, she softly said, “It’s beautiful.”

He smiled gently, paused, and asked, “What’s your name?”

The lotus fragrance was subtle, with light mist curling over the pond—everything seemed like an illusion. She lowered her head, “Ren Susu.”

He murmured, “Susu… plain clothes, plain heart—the name is perfect.” She looked up and saw him gazing at her, felt her face flush, and slowly lowered her head again. In the lamplight, the cool breeze blew, gently rustling the wisps of hair at her neck, accentuating her skin’s creamy luster. He couldn’t help asking, “Why aren’t you smiling anymore? Your smile is beautiful.” Hearing this, Susu inexplicably felt afraid and just kept her head bowed in silence. He gently lifted her face and said, “Famous flower and beautiful woman delighting each other… Though an old metaphor, the lotus and you truly complement each other. Susu, don’t you understand my feelings?” She hastily stepped back and said, “Third Young Master, I…” But he suddenly kissed her. She felt her breath catch, the warmth on her lips seeming to rob her of all thought, leaving only blank terror. She struggled, but his arms were like iron bands. In her panic, she raised her hand and scratched his face. He yelped in pain and finally released her.

She was terrified, her eyes filled with panic. He pressed his hand to the wound. She could hear only her own shallow, rapid breathing, her heart feeling as if it would leap out. He remained silent, then after a moment smiled and said, “Today I learned that I am so detestable.”

She breathed with difficulty, the back of her clothes soaked with sweat, the night breeze making her shiver with cold. She said, “I want to go home.” Murong Qingye was silent for another moment, then said, “Alright, I’ll have someone take you back.”

In the car, she realized her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Her wrist bore red marks from his grip, and she felt a lingering fear. Through the car window, lights flashed by like shooting stars or summer fireflies, appearing and disappearing. Her wrist ached faintly, but the fear in her heart grew clearer.

At ten in the morning, servants began moving about the residence. By the swimming pool, bougainvillea was in full bloom, specially arranged on trellises—a riot of purple and crimson competing in splendor, flowers blooming in profuse abundance. The morning sunlight cast a faint golden hue, transforming them into a cascading waterfall of five colors, exceptionally beautiful. The breakfast table was set in front of the trellis, with Western chefs as usual handling breakfast. Three people were dining, occasionally hearing the light clink of silverware before returning to silence—so quiet that the distant splashing of the fountain was audible. Just then, the sound of leather shoes echoed from the corridor. Li Boze looked up but didn’t see anyone yet. The footsteps reached the corner and stopped—presumably entering the house through the back door. He couldn’t help smiling and said to his wife beside him, “It must be Third Brother returning.” Jin Rui put down her silverware, took a sip of coffee, and said, “Mother, you don’t discipline Third Brother at all, allowing his entourage to indulge him in misbehavior. Look at his sneaking around—if Father sees him, he’ll surely be angry again.”

Madam Murong smiled slightly, raised her face, and put down her napkin. A servant promptly came forward, and she instructed, “Go see if Third Son has returned. If so, tell him to come see me.” The servant complied and, after a moment, indeed returned with Murong Qingye. He had changed clothes and greeted the three with a beaming smile, “Everyone’s here today—Mother, Elder Sister, and Brother-in-law.” Madam Murong said, “Stop grinning at me. I want to know why you didn’t come home last night. Your father had people looking everywhere for you. I won’t help this time—you’ll have to explain to him yourself.”

Murong Qingye continued to smile, “Father was looking for me? He must have forgotten. I was ordered to go to Mang Lake yesterday, and it was too late to return.” As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down. Jin Rui laughed scornfully, put down her cup, and said, “Third Brother, stop lying. Tell us, what is this?” She pointed at his face. Madam Murong finally noticed that there was a fine, long scratch below his left eye and quickly asked, “How did you get that?”

Murong Qingye smiled and said, “I was on the mountain yesterday, caught by a branch.” Madam Murong’s face darkened, “Nonsense, this looks like a fingernail scratch.” Jin Rui examined the scratch carefully, smirked, and said, “I bet a woman scratched him.”

Murong Qingye laughed, “Brother-in-law, listen to Elder Sister’s words. Amazingly, you’ve endured her for so many years.” Madam Murong said, “Stop trying to divert attention. Your father doesn’t know about your affairs outside, but if he finds out, he might just kill you.”

Seeing her stern face, Murong Qingye smiled gently and said, “Mom, don’t be angry. Didn’t the doctor say anger causes wrinkles?” He signaled to Jin Rui with his eyes, “Elder Sister, if Mother gets wrinkles, it’ll be because you gossiped.” Jin Rui laughed, “You only know how to frame others. Mother’s anger is caused by you—what does it have to do with me?”

Murong Qingye laughed, “How dare I upset Mother? I’m still counting on her to speak up for me.” Madam Murong said, “I can’t manage you anymore. I’ll have to tell your father to discipline you so you’ll remember.”

Murong Qingye made a show of looking distressed and said, “Since there’s no escape, fine, I’ll just have to face the beating.” Madam Murong sighed, “Think about it—the last time your father was so angry, why won’t you change? Those people outside are no good. They can’t handle proper matters, only come up with bad ideas.”

Jin Rui laughed scornfully again, “Mother, you’re being biased. But all parents are like this—always thinking their children are good, and even when they make mistakes, it must be others leading them astray.”

Madam Murong chided, “You child.” But she knew Jin Rui spoke the truth—she was indeed biased. Since her eldest son had died young, this younger son was inevitably spoiled. But her love for him was deep, so she asked Murong Qingye, “Haven’t had breakfast yet?” She turned to a servant, “Tell the kitchen to prepare another serving.”

She examined the wound on his face closely and asked, “Who scratched you? They were quite vicious—a little higher and it might have hurt your eye.” She also asked the servants, “Who was with the Third Young Master yesterday?”

Murong Qingye said, “Mom, it’s not a serious injury that broke bones or damaged tendons. Making such a fuss and questioning them might reach Father’s ears, and then there really would be bone-breaking consequences.”

Li Boze finally smiled and said, “Mother, don’t worry. If Third Brother says it’s nothing, then it’s nothing.” Jin Rui also smiled, “You call this suffering? Our Third Brother always causes women to suffer—there’s no logic in him suffering at a woman’s hands.” Murong Qingye laughed, “Elder Sister, why won’t you spare me today?” Jin Rui said, “This is for your good.” She added, “You’re a wild horse now, but don’t you think you’ll be bridled someday? I’ll tell Miss Kang and see what she thinks.”

Murong Qingye angrily retorted, “Why mention her? What is she to me?” Their sibling banter was common to Madam Murong, but seeing her son angry, she said, “I was going to ask you—I haven’t seen her visit in two months. What’s going on between you two?”

Murong Qingye said, “Kang Minxian and I broke up long ago. Don’t bring her up anymore.” Jin Rui said, “Minxian is beautiful, clever, and gentle. Among our social circle, it’s rare to find such an outstanding girl. Even Father praised her, saying she’s ‘clever and virtuous, just like her name.’ Why treat her like this?” Murong Qingye was impatient and said, “Mother, I have official business to attend to.” Without letting Jin Rui say more, he stood up.

Seeing him leave hurriedly, Madam Murong said, “Jin Rui, what’s with you today?” Jin Rui replied, “I’m thinking of his welfare. Third Brother is young and wild—I’m afraid he’ll cause trouble. If Father finds out, we’ll all suffer the consequences.”

Madam Murong said, “It’s precisely because he’s young that he’s always flirting. Wasn’t everyone like this? As long as he doesn’t cause real trouble, I’ll turn a blind eye. Your father already keeps a close watch on him. If I pressure him too, things might become strained. You know Third Brother’s temper—when he’s upset, he listens to no one. Last time your father was so angry, he didn’t say a word. If he had uttered just one conciliatory word, would your father have become so furious? If I hadn’t intervened, who knows what your father might have done.” She continued, “Father and son, both with bad tempers. Your father too—whatever he grabs becomes his weapon. And Third Brother is even more stubborn—watching the paperweight coming at him, knowing it would split his head open, he wouldn’t even dodge. Until now, that scar is only hidden by his hair.”

Jin Rui smiled, “Mom, Father disciplined him just once, and you’ve mentioned it countless times. This truly is ‘the child is beaten, but the mother’s heart aches.'”

Meanwhile, Susu had missed a day of class, and Mu Lan went to find her after her lesson. The distance was too far, so she took a pedicab. She got off at the alley entrance and walked in. It was dusk, and families were preparing dinner. On roadside coal stoves, earthen pots steamed with food, while groups of children played in the alley, their laughter sharp and shrill. From a distance, Mu Lan saw the courtyard gate closed and wondered if Susu was home. Drawing closer, she realized the gate was only ajar. She pushed it open, entered the courtyard, and called out, “Susu.” Receiving no answer, she walked a few steps forward and saw that the door was also ajar, so she called again, “Susu.” No lights were on inside. A few rays of sunset shone through the west-facing window, and in the dim light, she saw Susu lying on the bed. Hearing footsteps, Susu slowly turned and got up, asking, “Why did you come?”

Mu Lan heard that her voice sounded normal. Being a frequent visitor, she casually turned on the light, exclaimed “Oh!” and asked, “Why do you look so unwell? Are you sick?”

Susu shook her head, “I just have a headache, so I wanted to sleep for a while.” Mu Lan said, “I knew you weren’t feeling well, otherwise you wouldn’t have missed class.” She added, “Changning is hosting dinner tonight and wanted to invite you too.”

Susu brushed her disheveled long hair and inexplicably paused. Mu Lan continued, “There’s no one else, just him and Changxuan, inviting us two for Yangzhou cuisine.”

Susu said, “In my condition, I really can’t go. Mu Lan, I’m truly sorry.” Mu Lan smiled, “Quickly get up, brush your hair, wash your face, and I guarantee you’ll feel better.” She added, “You’re just sick from being cooped up. Going out for dinner and moving around might make you feel better.” Susu forced a smile and said, “I don’t want to go.” Mu Lan pulled her hand, “No matter how unwell you are, you still need to eat. I remember you love Yangzhou cuisine. This time it’s at Twenty-Four Bridge, an authentic Huai cuisine restaurant.” Without further discussion, she pushed her to the washstand, “Quickly wash your face and change your clothes.”

Seven

Susu had no choice but to hastily wash up and go out with her. Twenty-Four Bridge was the trendiest restaurant at the time. They got out of the car at the entrance, and servers respectfully led them to a private room on the third floor. The Xu siblings had already arrived in the room. The four sat down at the table, and tea was immediately served. Appetizers came first: Yunsi Cake, Hongfu Zongzi, Su’er Shaobing, and Zeng’er Cake. Susu saw the emerald-green tea in her cup, which had a pleasantly fresh fragrance. A server whispered something in Xu Changning’s ear, and Xu Changning replied, “Let’s wait a bit more. The host hasn’t arrived yet.” Hearing this, Susu felt an inexplicable uneasiness. Before his words faded, the private room door opened. Behind the screen, she could only hear footsteps. Her heart pounded, and sure enough, Xu Changning stood up with a smile, “Third Young Master, as the host, how come you’re the last to arrive?”

He laughed, “I was delayed by something urgent. Sorry to keep you all waiting.” Susu finally looked up and saw him in full military uniform, casually removing his hat and handing it to the attendant behind him. His gaze turned toward her, and she quickly lowered her head to drink tea, not realizing it had cooled and tasted slightly bitter. Xu Changning said, “You came straight over without even changing clothes—that shows some sincerity.”

He smiled, “Not just some, but complete sincerity.”

Dishes were served one by one, indeed exquisite, and the service was extremely attentive. Susu had no appetite and merely tasted each dish. Chinese banquets are time-consuming—by the time the final soup arrived, almost two hours had passed. Xu Changning said, “Let’s go play cards afterward.” Mu Lan said, “Susu and I need to go back. We have class tomorrow.” Xu Changning said, “That’s fine. I’ll take you back.” After a pause, he added, “My car will be full with just the three of us. Third Young Master, could you trouble yourself to take Miss Ren home?”

Susu quickly said, “No need. I can take a pedicab back—it’s very convenient.” Mu Lan also said, “I’ll take a ride back with Susu.” But Xu Changning said, “It’s already so late, and the distance is far. I’d worry about two young ladies. It’s just troubling the Third Young Master once.” He stood up, took Mu Lan’s hand, and called to Xu Changxuan, “Let’s go.” Xu Changxuan gave Susu a slight smile, and the three gracefully departed.

Suddenly only the two of them remained in the private room. She silently stood up, her palms sweating, and feeling sticky, and her handbag seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She followed him with her head down. Only after they got into the car did he ask, “I heard you’re not feeling well. Are you sick?” She shook her head. She had left in a hurry today, wearing a short qipao with lilac flowers on a white background, which accentuated her pointed, oval face, making her look especially pitiful and delicate. Seeing him stare at her, she felt increasingly embarrassed and could only slowly lower her head. She heard him laugh softly, “You’re childish, still angry about my impulsiveness?” After a pause, he said, “Alright, I admit I was wrong.” Hearing this, she kept her head down. The road was bumpy, making the car shake slightly, but he reached out, saying, “This is for you.”

It was a small brocade box. She refused to accept it, so he opened it to show her. Inside was a pair of bracelets, green and lustrous like two pools of jade water. Though she couldn’t identify what was called “glass emeralds,” she could see they were precious and radiant. She shook her head, “Such valuable things—forgive me, but I cannot accept them.” He didn’t insist, only asking, “Then, shall we go horseback riding again this week?”

She just shook her head. The car grew quiet. After a while, they reached the alley entrance. She seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief and, after getting out, still politely thanked him. Murong Qingye watched her enter the courtyard gate before telling the driver, “Let’s go.”

Lei Shaogong saw him tie the ribbon on the brocade box, untie it, and then tie it again after a moment, repeating this several times. Puzzled, he asked, “Third Young Master, back to Shuangqiao?”

Murong Qingye said, “Back to Shuangqiao. I should check in with Mother.”

The residence was quite lively. Madam Murong had invited several female guests for dinner. The banquet had just ended, and the ladies were gathered in the sitting room outside the west corridor, drinking tea and listening to a famous Kunqu Opera artist perform “Begging for Skills.” Seeing they were all female guests, Murong Qingye paused briefly outside the door. Jin Rui looked up, saw him, and called out, “Third Brother, why don’t you come in?” He entered and called out, “Mother.” Madam Murong smiled and said, “You’re back early today. You haven’t even changed your clothes?”

He replied, “I came straight here after returning.” Seeing Madam Murong intently watching the stage, he seized the opportunity, saying, “I’ll go change my clothes.” He then went upstairs. After changing into a Western suit and coming back down, he saw the Western sitting room was still filled with laughter and chatter, so he walked straight down the corridor to the left, to the front of the house, and ordered a car. The attendants were surprised that he wanted to leave just after returning. Lei Shaogong asked, “Are you going to Duanshan?” He replied with a stern face, “Stop nagging!”

Lei Shaogong knew his temperament, so he asked no more questions and had another car brought out. Only after they got in the car did he hear Murong Qingye’s instructions: “I don’t care what method you use, bring Miss Ren to see me at Duanshan.” Hearing this, Lei Shaogong verbally agreed, “Yes,” but felt troubled inside. However, he knew this Third Young Master’s temperament offered no room for negotiation.

As his most trusted attendant who had been by his side for a long time, he had a quasi-friendship status. Murong Qingye, seeing his expression, finally couldn’t keep up his stern face and smiled, “No backbone! When I asked you to invite Ye Fangfei, I didn’t see you this troubled.” Hearing this, Lei Shaogong knew the matter was essentially dropped, so he also replied with a smile, “Though Miss Ye is a big star, I heard she agreed most enthusiastically when invited to dinner by the Third Young Master. But this Miss Ren…”

As he spoke, he carefully observed Murong Qingye’s expression. Indeed, something seemed to be weighing on his mind, making him appear distracted and unsettled. After a moment, he sighed. Lei Shaogong, hearing his displeased tone, dared not speak. Seeing him wave his hand, indicating he could leave, Lei Shaogong withdrew to the attendants’ duty room.

The evening duties were light, and two colleagues in the duty room were brewing a pot of Tieguanyin tea and chatting. Seeing him enter, they asked, “Is the Third Young Master going out?” Lei Shaogong answered, “He was going to, but changed his mind.” One attendant laughed, “Even our Third Young Master has times when he hits a brick wall.” The rules in the attendants’ room were strict—though they were all colleagues, after just this comment, he quickly changed the subject with a smile. Lei Shaogong sat down to drink tea, thinking to himself that this Miss Ren indeed had some spirit—he just hoped the Third Young Master’s interest was merely momentary, and upon meeting someone else tomorrow, he would naturally let it go.

The next day was Lei Shaogong’s day off. Coincidentally, one of his classmates had returned to the country, and a group of friends gathered at Phoenix Pavilion to welcome him back. Having not seen each other for years, the young people were naturally boisterous. By the time he returned home, it was around seven or eight in the evening. As soon as he arrived, he received a call from the attendants’ room and hurried back to Duanshan. From a distance, he saw the on-duty attendant standing under the rain corridor, while the house was eerily quiet. He entered silently. On the floor, a vase had been smashed to pieces, and the bunch of red amaranthus it had contained lay scattered on the ground, with stems crisscrossing, contrasting with the navy-blue carpet—ironically like flowers adorning brocade. He carefully stepped around the scattered broken stems and entered the room. There he saw Murong Qingye half-lying on a rosewood couch, holding an English magazine, though his eyes were fixed on the screen. He called out, “Third Young Master.” Murong Qingye grunted and asked, “Isn’t today your day off?”

Lei Shaogong, sensing the situation, guessed what had happened. Knowing his temper had already subsided, he smiled and said, “I was just bored at home, so I came over.” He added, “Why take out your anger on things? I’ve had my eye on that Yongzheng yellow-glazed lotus vase for a long time but never dared to ask for it. Who would have thought you’d smash it today?” He wore a look of regret. Murong Qingye knew he was deliberately talking about irrelevant matters and, flipping through the magazine, said, “Stop beating around the bush. If you have something to say, say it.”

Lei Shaogong responded, “Yes.” After thinking for a moment, he said, “Third Young Master, why don’t we go hunting this week? We could invite Hou Zongqi and Kang Mincheng.” Murong Qingye put down the magazine, sat up, and said, “I told you not to beat around the bush, so why are you still rambling?” Lei Shaogong then said, “Though Miss Ren is beautiful, she is after all just a woman. The Third Young Master needn’t take it to heart.”

Murong Qingye asked, “Who told you about this?” Lei Shaogong replied, “When the Third Young Master gets angry like this, they naturally wouldn’t dare conceal anything.” Murong Qingye said, “Stop being so formal with me here.” Still discontented, he paused, then said, “I originally thought her mention of having a boyfriend was just an excuse.”

Lei Shaogong noticed a hint of disappointment on his face, which alarmed him. Seeing that the scratch below his left eye had faded to just a faint line, he recalled the scene by the lotus pond and hastily changed the subject: “Shall we invite Miss Feng to dance tonight? I’ll make the call?” Murong Qingye merely grunted. Lei Shaogong feared trouble—Murong Feng was extremely strict with his children, and if word reached his ears, it would inevitably lead to disaster. Saying he’d make the call, he went out and asked the attendants, “What exactly happened today?” In his role as deputy director of the attendants’ room, his subordinates naturally wouldn’t conceal anything and explained in detail: “Around five o’clock this afternoon, the Third Young Master was returning from Fanming. The car was waiting for the ferry at the dock when he happened to see Miss Ren and her friend by the river.” He asked a few more questions and understood the situation—thinking that it was just because he hadn’t gotten what he wanted that made him so discontented. Looking up, he saw Murong Qingye coming out and hurried to meet him, asking, “Third Young Master, where are you going?”

Murong Qingye lifted his face and said, “Nowhere. I’m staying here. You go.” Hearing this, Lei Shaogong understood but knew it was difficult to persuade him. After all, he was young and had never faced opposition before, which had shaped his character. Lei Shaogong remained silent for a while before saying, “What if the Master…”

Murong Qingye retorted, “How would Father know about our affairs? Unless you all go and tell on me.” Such words showed he was angered again. Lei Shaogong could only respond with a “Yes” and took a car out.

After Lei Shaogong left, the house grew quiet again. This was just a place where he occasionally stayed during his leisure time, so there weren’t many servants. The attendants were also keeping their distance because he had lost his temper. He walked along the gravel path toward the back, with flower hedges on both sides. Small white flowers bloomed between the gaps of the dense, dark reddish-brown leaves of the vines—only upon closer inspection could one see they were nestled among them. He walked to the lotus pond. A gust of wind caused the lotus leaves in the pond to flutter like countless green gauze skirts. Suddenly, he remembered that day when she wore a green outfit, her dark hair hanging over her chest, her eyes like autumn waters, so serene that they captivated him. When she smiled, it was a gentle smile without showing her teeth, but her lips curved upward slightly like a new moon, tempting him to steal a kiss. The scratch on his face had faded, yet it marked the first time in his life he had encountered resistance. The restlessness in his heart was intensified by the cool autumn breeze.

He stood for another moment when an attendant arrived, “Third Young Master, Miss Ren has arrived.”

Though the Duanshan villa was small, it was exquisitely furnished. The room had Chinese furnishings: rosewood furniture and cushions in a honey color with Suzhou embroidery, decorated with large lotus patterns in silver thread, appearing brilliantly radiant. Near the door was a twelve-panel rosewood screen, openwork carved with twelve types of flowers. The wood was purple with a hint of red, polished to a jade-like luster. The floor lamp’s light, filtered through a gauze shade, created a mellow yellow glow, like an old-time torch illuminating the screen—the carved hollows appearing deep black, like the darkness of night. Hearing footsteps, Susu’s fear deepened, and she stepped back slightly. Murong Qingye saw her snow-white face and slightly disheveled hair, clearly showing she was frightened. He said, “Don’t be afraid, it’s me.” But she retreated in terror, step by step until she could retreat no further, like a panicked fawn trapped. Her black, bright round eyes were filled with fear and confusion, staring straight at him, “I want to go home.” He laughed softly, “Isn’t this better than home?” He took her hand and led her to the desk, opened a box, and under the lamplight, precious gems sparkled and shimmered, their radiance making one’s brow clear.

He softly said, “This pearl, it’s said to have come from the palace, passed down from my grandmother, named ‘Yue’.” He picked up the chain, moving to clasp it around her neck, but she hastily said, “I don’t want it. I want to go home.” She pushed him away, but he grabbed her wrist. He called softly, “Susu.” She lost her footing, pulled forward by him, losing balance and falling straight into his arms. She struggled but couldn’t break free. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she struggled to raise her hand, but he was prepared and turned his face to avoid it. She only wanted to escape his restraint, but physically she was no match. His kisses fell heavily on her lips, her face, her neck. In desperation, she continued to struggle. Her fingers touched a cold porcelain object on the desk but couldn’t reach it. Finally, with all her strength, she freed one hand, but used too much force and stumbled sideways toward the desk. The teacup on the desk was swept to the floor with a crash, shattering into pieces.

Terror overwhelmed her. She felt her body lighten as he lifted her, and the world seemed to spin. Tears of fear wet his hands. She grabbed a shard of broken porcelain, but he quickly seized her wrist and threw the shard far away. She breathed rapidly, tears streaming down her face, but she was ultimately no match for his strength. She whimpered, her nails digging into his arm, but he disregarded it completely, taking forcefully what he wanted. She resisted with all her might, her tears soaking the tassels of the pillow, cold against her cheek—a coldness she could not escape, yet this coldness seemed more scorching than fire as if it could burn everything away. Outside the window came the soft sound of rain, pattering on the parasol tree leaves with a gentle rustling, gradually growing louder. Clothes silently fell to the ground, like faded red petals scattered in wind and rain.

By six o’clock, the rain grew heavier, with the sound of rushing water all around. Autumn in Wu Chi was the rainy season with abundant moisture, but such a heavy downpour was rare. Lei Shaogong suddenly woke with a start, threw off his blanket, and sat up, listening carefully. Indeed, it was the telephone ringing. After a moment, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor and knew something had happened. He hurriedly put on his clothes. The on-duty attendant had already reached his door: “A call from Shuangqiao, saying the Master is looking for the Third Young Master.”

His heart sank. He rushed through the corridor to the second floor, not standing on ceremony, and knocked three times lightly on the door. Murong Qingye usually slept very deeply, but this time he woke and heard it, asking, “What’s the matter?”

“Shuangqiao says the Master is looking for you.”

Hearing this, Murong Qingye knew something serious had happened. Within moments, he came downstairs. Lei Shaogong had already had the car prepared. Only after they got in did he say, “They didn’t say what it was about, but—” He paused here. It was still so early; it must be a sudden situation, probably not good news.

The rain was pouring heavily. The car’s headlights revealed a vast expanse of white, water-like expanse. There was only the sound of rain all around, rushing like the heavens had sprung a leak, the rain falling in torrents, each wave stronger than the last. The distance from Duanshan to Shuangqiao wasn’t far, but because of the dark sky and heavy rain, they couldn’t drive too fast, so it took nearly an hour to reach the Bichong River. Above the Bichong River, two stone arch bridges, one east and one west, gave Shuangqiao its name. By now, the rain had eased slightly. Water pooled on the asphalt road, winding like ribbons of glass. The river water was turbid with churning waves, submerging much more of the bridge piers than usual. The dark sky finally showed a corner of blue, gradually fading to a crab-shell green, and the sky brightened. After crossing the bridge, they could see from a distance that more than a dozen cars were parked in front of the Shuangqiao Residence.

They were usually casual about such matters, but Lei Shaogong was cautious. Seeing the situation, he glanced at Murong Qingye, who said, “Stop the car.” He had the car stop outside, and attendants from the residence came out with umbrellas to meet them. By now, the sky was gradually brightening. Walking along the long corridor, they saw the flowers and trees on both sides had been beaten into disarray by the heavy rain. The bougainvillea, in full bloom, had clusters of flowers soaked with water, hanging so heavily they nearly drooped into the mud. The Shuangqiao Residence was an old mansion with quiet, deep courtyards. The sound of leather shoes on the bluestone slabs of the long corridor echoed clearly. Turning right, they reached the east sitting room.