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"Um..." The man in front of her swallowed hard, nervously addressing the flamboyantly dressed Zhou Yingying. "Miss Zhou... I think we... might not be suitable for each other..."
Zhou Yingying feigned a pitiful look at him, but to the man, her gaze felt like daggers piercing through him.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of sharpness glinting in them.
"So..." The man swallowed again, mustering his courage to continue, "We... should..."
"Break up..." The words came out as a mere whisper. Zhou Yingying stared at him in shock for three seconds before suddenly slamming her hands on the table, causing the silver cutlery to rattle loudly.
Leaning forward, she shouted, "You jerk! Tell me! What have I done wrong to you?! Didn’t I promise that after we got married, I would give you a position as a leader?! You just want to break up like this? What do you want?! Is it just because I have a bit of a temper?! Is it just because I’m a little strong?! You should find those traits charming in a woman in 1935! If you dare to leave me now... let me tell you... my father has friends in both the underworld and the upper world!"
The man was completely taken aback by Zhou Yingying's fierce presence, his mouth agape and unable to utter a word as he instinctively shrank back.
When Zhou Yingying paused to catch her breath and stretch her muscles, she realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. Some had their forks raised mid-air, and even the waiter had stopped in his tracks, mouth agape as if he could fit an egg inside.
After a moment of silence, a sudden "Wah!" broke through the tension—a baby who had been nestled comfortably in its mother’s arms began to cry.
The man looked at Zhou Yingying with sheer terror before bolting out of the restaurant like a rat fleeing from danger.
"Miss Zhou..." The waiter cast a sympathetic glance at the flushed Zhou Yingying. "Another one bites the dust..."
This was the thirtieth boyfriend Zhou Yingying had dated this year. They had even agreed to get married, and she had pleaded with her father, the leader of Xuanwu Gate— Zhou Zhisheng —to grant him a position as a leader. Who would have thought that the marriage would fall through... and now he had vanished without a trace?
This was the thirtieth failed romance based on the premise of marriage this year. Zhou Yingying counted on her fingers, then furiously spread out a piece of paper and crossed out the name "Fang Qinghai" with an expensive-looking fountain pen. After completing this task, she abruptly grabbed her coat and handbag from the chair, her face flushed with anger as she strode out in her three-inch high heels.
According to the family’s self-reflection meeting, Miss Zhou Yingying was not fierce; rather, she had a slightly bad temper. But who could blame her? Growing up in the chaotic environment of Xuanwu Gate, could anyone expect her to become a refined lady?
Secondly, Zhou Yingying was not unattractive—she just had features that were somewhat regrettable. Her eyebrows were too thick to meet the standards of a lady, her skin wasn’t particularly fair, which disqualified her from being considered beautiful, and she was a bit robust—far from the slender figure typically admired.
But there was still hope!
In an effort to marry off Zhou Family’s only flower-like daughter, Zhou Zhisheng racked his brains and sought introductions for Zhou Yingying everywhere. One day it was the grandson of Du Jiaxian, the casino boss from the Shanghai Bund; the next day it was the grandson of General Jiang Yushi from the Nationalist Party. Unfortunately, everyone remarked that Miss Zhou was too… brilliant and formidable for their taste.
Squatting on the roadside, Zhou Yingying felt the chill of autumn in Shanghai Bund. She desperately tried to pull a silk handkerchief from her coat pocket to wipe away the tears that had finally squeezed out—because that’s what refined ladies do. To her dismay, however, she discovered that her coat pocket only contained a beautifully crafted dagger—her self-defense weapon for fights.
Her hand rummaged through her pocket for a moment longer, her brows knitting tighter as a hint of frustration crossed her face.
“Yingying… you…”
Just as Zhou Yingying was trying hard to conjure tears while covering her face, a voice came from beside her, “Are you… crying?”
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