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"We'll just wait and see," Mother Su said.
Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao was enjoying a leisurely life at Sunshine Villa. Uncle Luo, a kind-hearted butler, suggested she visit the Forget-Me-Not Tea House in the afternoon, where not only was there delicious tea, but also stories to hear.
"Stories?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes," Uncle Luo nodded.
"What kind of stories?" I asked curiously.
"You'll find out once you go," Uncle Luo replied mysteriously.
"Alright," I responded.
In the afternoon, Uncle Luo took Su Xiaoxiao to the Forget-Me-Not Tea House, a place filled with fragrant tea and hidden secrets. Su Xiaoxiao's curiosity was thoroughly ignited; little did she know what surprises and discoveries awaited her that afternoon.
At two o'clock, I arrived punctually at the Forget-Me-Not Tea House. It was a two-story tea house, decorated in an ancient style with great charm.
As soon as I entered, I saw a high platform in the center of the hall, adorned with a mahogany table and a grand chair.
"Second Young Mistress, let's sit upstairs," Uncle Luo suggested.
"Okay," I nodded.
We then ascended to the second floor and entered the best private room. The room was similarly antiquely decorated, with windows facing the hall's high platform, offering an excellent view.
"Second Young Mistress, this spot has the best view for watching the storyteller," Uncle Luo remarked.
"Is that so?" I smiled.
"Of course," Uncle Luo nodded.
"Then I'll wait to see," I said expectantly.
"Second Young Mistress, please enjoy your tea while I fetch some snacks for you," Uncle Luo offered.
"Alright," I nodded.
After Uncle Luo left, I sat by the window, overlooking the scenery below. The tea house was bustling with people, yet everyone was quiet, speaking in hushed tones.
Suddenly, I saw a stunningly beautiful woman walk in with an air of cool confidence.
"Ivy?" I gasped in surprise. Wasn't she that gorgeous woman from the auction last time? What was she doing here?
After entering, Ivy was led by a waiter to a private booth. Her booth was right next to mine, and we exchanged glances through the glass window.
"Master, the target is about to appear," a voice came through Ivy's earpiece.
"Good," Ivy replied.
Just as Ivy settled into her booth, a young man rushed in after her.
"Xiaoyuan!" he called out.
"What are you doing here?" Ivy responded coldly.
"Xiaoyuan, why did you break up with me?" the young man asked sadly.
"I don't think we're suited for each other," Ivy replied expressionlessly.
"What do you mean we're not suited?" he exclaimed passionately.
"We're just not suited; there's no reason beyond that," Ivy said indifferently.
"Have you fallen for someone else?" the young man questioned.
"I haven't," Ivy denied.
"Then why are you breaking up with me?" he asked, confused.
"Zhang Ming, stop talking," Ivy said impatiently.
"Xiao Yuan, I beg you, don't break up with me," Zhang Ming pleaded.
"Ivy, just go," she replied coldly.
"Xiao Yuan, I love you," Zhang Ming declared earnestly.
"But I don't love you," Ivy stated bluntly.
"Xiao Yuan..."
"Enough, Zhang Ming," Ivy interrupted. "Let's part on good terms."
"Xiao Yuan..." Zhang Ming wanted to say more.
"I swear, if you keep this up, I'll call the police," Ivy threatened.
"Call the police?" Zhang Ming exclaimed in shock.
"Yes," Ivy nodded.
"Xiao Yuan, you're actually going to call the police on me?" he said incredulously.
"Zhang Ming, I'm warning you, stop bothering me," Ivy said coldly.
"Xiao Yuan, are you really that heartless?" Zhang Ming asked in pain.
"Zhang Ming, just go," Ivy said impatiently.
"Xiao Yuan, I won't give up on you," he insisted firmly.
"Zhang Ming, if you don't leave now, I'll call security," Ivy warned.
"Xiao Yuan, I truly love you," he said sadly.
"Zhang Ming, I'll say it one last time: are you leaving or not?" Ivy questioned.
"I'm not leaving," Zhang Ming replied stubbornly.
"Fine, then don't regret it," Ivy scoffed.
"Xiao Yuan, you..."
"Someone come!" Ivy shouted.
As soon as she finished speaking, two bodyguards in black entered the room.
"Throw him out," Ivy commanded.
"Yes," the bodyguards replied in unison.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Ming panicked.
"Zhang Ming, this is what you've brought upon yourself," Ivy said coldly.
"Xiao Yuan, please don't treat me like this," he begged.
"Throw him out," Ivy ordered again with a chilling tone.
"Yes," the bodyguards responded.
And so, Zhang Ming was escorted out by the two bodyguards.
"You can't do this to me!" he shouted.
Ivy ignored him and closed the door directly.
The scene unfolded in the blink of an eye, leaving me stunned. It turned out that even the aloof beauty had such a rough side. However, that man’s relentless pursuit was indeed quite annoying. If it were me, I would have knocked him out long ago.
At two in the afternoon, the storyteller finally made his entrance. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a blue long robe, holding a folding fan in his hand—he looked like an intellectual.
“Good afternoon, everyone. I am ‘Casual Listener’, and today I will tell you a story,” he announced.
“Great!” the crowd applauded.
“Today’s story is about a melodramatic love triangle,” the storyteller continued.
“A love triangle?” the audience gasped in surprise.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“What’s the title of this story?” someone asked.
“The story is called ‘Love and Hate’,” he replied.
“Alright, let’s begin,” the audience urged eagerly.
“Okay, let’s start,” he nodded again.
Thus, the storyteller began his tale. The story revolved around a man and two women. The male protagonist fell in love with the female lead, but she instead fell for his younger brother, who also liked her. Consequently, the three of them became entangled in a complex love triangle.
The storyteller narrated vividly, and with his superb vocal skills, he brought the characters to life. The plot twists and turns were captivating and engaging. I listened intently, unable to tear myself away.
“What will happen next? Can the male lead win back the female lead’s heart? Will she end up with his brother? Please tune in tomorrow for more,” he said.
“Ah?” the audience expressed their disappointment.
“That’s all for today; see you tomorrow,” he said with a bow.
“Sigh,” the crowd lamented.
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