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?

brother' in Grandma's mouth this

tens of

brother”, Hao Wu and my mother-in-law had

in my heart that said, if there was such a 'Fourth Brother', I wish it was Mr. Hua.

of myself for having such thoughts. Obviously. I and Mr. Hua

time I snapped out of my rambling thoughts, I

into my view, and I had seen the building before in the

of the Hai City. But there's no definitive clues online as to who exactly owns the building. All I know was that it was a private home building of some rich

big as a football field, with two

rows of white seats neatly arranged in the

makeshift stage backdrop was a large screen that repeatedly played the newlyweds' promotional video that I had already seen many times before.

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

got married. Why did he call me

me seat the last row, urging

feel nervous, and I wanted to run away.But I hadn't seen Mr.

after another,

group of celebrities in a mall work outfit with greasy hair and dull

getting restless.

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

Brother had instructed me to look after

'looking after me' meant having them spy on me and not letting me