Mr Left and Mr Right

“Miss Yao, this way please ." Said a man.

The man's words pulled me back to reality.

I bent down into the back seat of the car and the manager ran over, "Kiki, don't worry about your work. You won’t lose a penny."

His ingratiating words made me even more uncomfortable. That's not how he usually treats me.

Perhaps in his opinion, as I approached Jacky Hua , it would be against him if he didn't please me.

The man driving the car was in his late thirties, tall and handsome, and dressed in an elaborate suit. He kept glancing at me from the car's view mirror, "My name is Xuanlong Jiang, working for Fourth Brother."

I couldn't help but ask what I had always wanted to ask in my heart, "Hello, may I ask if Fourth Brother is Mr. Hua ?"

He glanced back at me slightly, a surprised look on his face, "You didn't know?"

So what does he mean that I should have known that?

Seeing my puzzled face, he went on saying, " Mr. Hua ranks fourth in his family for he has many brothers, and people in all walks of Hai City will call him Fourth Brother respectfully. Very few people call him name directly.

I let out a soft sigh and my mind began to wander again. My child, how could he be Mr. Hua 's? I didn't even know this man before, so how could I have been pregnant with his child?

the 'fourth brother' in Grandma's mouth

had a population of tens of

“fourth brother”, Hao Wu and my mother-in-law had talked about, should not be Mr. Hua.

if there was such

I and Mr.

my

A white European-style building leaning on a hill came into my view, and I had seen the building before

so it is known as the "White House" of the Hai City. But there's no definitive clues online as to who exactly owns the building. All I know was

White House”, as big as a football field, with two arches made

seats neatly arranged in the center of the

that repeatedly played the newlyweds' promotional video that I had already

smarter, I could tell this was the scene of Mr. Hua's wedding. So he would

Why did he call me here?

led me seat the last row, urging me not to wander

to run away.But I hadn't

after another, all in full

middle of a group of celebrities in a mall work outfit with greasy hair

was getting restless.

and formal occasion really didn't suit me. I finally couldn't sit still, and I stood up, ready

had instructed me to look after me, asking me to return to my seat, and telling me not to cause trouble

knew , 'looking after me' meant having them spy on me