Chapter 1 Engagement (1)

Huo Yan said that marriage is a transaction.

　　Lan Su said that marriage is a shackles.

　　It wasn't until they met each other that they realized that marriage is the morning light that breaks through the dark night. And they are roses spreading their petals in the morning light.

Miss Third is back."

　　When the dark iron door of the Lan family's old house was pushed open, the servant Aunt Zhang immediately came to greet her.

　　"Just in time, it's my master's birthday today, and the whole family is having a reunion dinner!"

　　The person who came was dressed in black, holding a briefcase in one hand and nodded to her, "Aunt Zhang."

　　He raised his slender fingers, took out a delicate jewelry box from the outer compartment of the briefcase, and quietly put it into Aunt Zhang's apron pocket.

　　The third young lady of the Lan family, Lan Su.

This won't work!" Aunt Zhang hurriedly took out the food as if she was being burned, "You've been working so hard on this business trip! No, no, no!"

　　Lan Su stretched out his palms and controlled both wrists with one hand. It was clear that they had slender bones, but they could easily control the working woman's hands like a rabbit.

　　"small gift."

　　She spoke concisely and winked toward the back of the garden to indicate someone was there. Only then did Aunt Zhang put it away, her eyes turned red with a smile, and she whispered:

　　"Thank you Miss Third."

　　The tall figure paused briefly at the door, then turned and stepped into the courtyard.

　　The Lan family's old house is a large house built during the Republic of China . Later, it was renovated several times and changed into the European style that Mr. Lan liked.

Whether it is the two lampposts at the main entrance, the rose garden planted along the geometric outline, or even the brown gravel on the ground, everything is full of French colors.

　　In the midst of this romantic color, Lan Su stepped in.

　　Wearing a black suit, carrying a black briefcase in one hand, with short hair reaching his shoulders, and no accessories on his body, he looked like a black cat that had broken into a secret garden. Mysterious, elegant, strong, and vigorous, she is more like a killer than a pampered third lady.

　　"I heard I'm coming back today."

The young servant was setting up the champagne tower for the evening, placing the glasses and talking at the same time.

　　"It must be today, the old gentleman's 60th birthday. She must come back to show off her face."

　　"Those who show off their power don't know what they are showing off about."

　　"Isn't she always like that? She feels superior to others because she saved the eldest lady's life before."

　　"Hey, when it comes to status, he's not the same as us. He's just a thug. Do you really think you're the third lady?"

When walking into the hall, rustling comments came from the dining table, as thin and sharp as a cow's hair. Lan Su's footsteps paused, but only for a moment, making almost no sound on the carpet, and then stepped onto the spiral escalator.

　　Ever since I stepped into the Lan family, this kind of voice has never stopped, even unscrupulously.

　　Thug, bodyguard, child bride, prostitute, all kinds of words were labeled on her.

　　It doesn't matter.

　　Lan Su is good at self-explanation and imagines these sounds as flies.

　　But, that doesn't mean you can say anything.

　　"——If you ask me, the Lan family is too disrespectful to her. If 'who's' oxygen tube is removed, she still has to be obedient?"

　　"That's right, it doesn't matter whether there is this person or not. Maybe everyone is dead, and she just came to deceive people to gain sympathy."

　　Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the loud sound of a vessel exploding was heard in his ears.

　　Several people were frightened, and when they regained consciousness, they saw that the champagne tower that had been piled high collapsed into ruins. Among the ruins, there was a knife that Lan Su carried with him, which was only half a hand long.

　　"Ah, ah..."

　　One of the servants recognized the knife and raised his head in surprise, looking in the direction it flew from.

　　At the entrance of the stairs, Lan Su, dressed in black, stood sideways. Her body was as thin as a piece of paper, her shoulder-length hair was slightly messy, her face was unpainted, her eyebrows were thin, her nose was narrow, and her outline was soft.

　　He clearly has a gentle appearance, but his eyes are like sharp hooks, extremely cruel.

　　"Next time, the knife will not hit the wine glass, but the neck."

　　After saying that, he walked up the stairs, his expression returning to indifference.

　　"ah!"

In front of the champagne tower, a servant was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, staring fearfully at the knife in the glass shards, his face turned pale.

　　No one thought that Lan Su, who was usually reserved and dull, would suddenly go under the knife.

It was night, Lan Haotian's 60th birthday, and a group of children rushed back to celebrate his birthday.

　　The long marble dining table is filled with dishes. The head of the family, Lan Haotian, his wife Chu Meilian, the eldest lady, the eldest young master, and all the owners of the Lan family.

　　Naturally, Lansu is not included.

　　As the servant said, Lan Su is just an outsider to this family.

Lan Haotian sat in the middle, his gray hair carefully styled with hair oil, and the silver vest　　outside his shirt outlined his lean body. He glanced around the people on the table with a solemn expression and said:

　　"Lan Su, sit down too."

　　Madam Chu Meilian patted his hand: "Husband, what did you say?"

　　Lan Haotian ignored a few pairs of astonished eyes, looked straight at the people standing aside, and ordered in a tone:

　　"Come and sit."

After a pause, he looked at the petite girl next to Lan Su: "Xiaoyu, sit down too."

　　Although Lan Su appears to be the third lady, she is not allowed to dine at the main table. The old man was so insistent today that everyone was confused, but they didn't dare to argue and obeyed.

　　Lan Xiaoyu was so happy that she picked up her chopsticks and ate, thinking that the Lan family sincerely accepted their sisters.

　　However, Lan Su knows that there is no free lunch in the world. Holding the chopsticks for a while, Lan Haotian finally spoke:

　　"Lan Su, how does the Lan family treat you?"

　　Lan Su put down his chopsticks, curled his slender fingers slightly, put them under the table, and replied respectfully:

　　"The Lan family is very kind to our sisters. If it weren't for you, Xiaoyu and I would have starved to death on the streets."

　　"Um."

Lan Haotian got the answer he wanted, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked:

　　"So, if the Lan family is in trouble and needs you, what should you do?"

　　Lan Su nodded and looked at the man with a serious expression at the end of the dining table: "I will do whatever it takes."

　　Lan Su answered wrongly because she said "I" instead of "we". Lan Haotian asked, "What should you do?"

　　Sure enough, Lan Haotian gave up his patience with temptation and told the truth:

　　"The Huo family wants to marry us, and I want to marry Xiaoyu."

　　The air suddenly became silent, and invisibly, a turtle shell fell to the ground, shattering the life of the person in the hexagram.

　　Lan Su raised his eyes in the mist, looked at the dangerous lion, and said, "Who is from the Huo family?"

　　Lan Haotian said: "Huo Yan."

　　boom--

Thunder struck in mid-air, creating a deep hole in the ground. Black smoke crawled out of the crack, blocking the sky and the sun.

　　Now, not only Lan Su, but also the eldest lady Lan Shan could not stand it:

　　"Dad, Huo Yan is too dangerous. Three wives have died within three years. Marrying Xiaoyu is a sheep in a tiger's mouth, isn't it?"

　　Lan Xiaoyu was so frightened that she burst into tears and put down the chopsticks in her hands:

　　"Dad, can you not let me marry her? I have someone I like, and I don't want to marry her!"

　　Lan Su frowned, clenched her hands secretly under the dining table, and then spoke again, pleading calmly:

　　"Father, if possible, I would like to take Xiaoyu's place."

Lan Haotian disagreed, with anger hidden in his eyes: "You are not the daughter of the Lan family, but the sword of the Lan family. I told you this on the first day I adopted you. Xiaoyu will take acting classes, and you will take martial arts classes. . Xiaoyu plays the piano, and you play the Swiss knife. Xiaoyu has the qualities of a wife, but you don't."

　　Lan Su lowered his head and dug his nails into his palms.

　　Lan Haotian continued:

Back then, you sisters almost starved to death on the streets, and it was me who gave you a mouthful of food. That year in Vietnam, you narrowly escaped death in a hail of bullets, and it was Shan'er who saved you. The Lan family has two kinds of kindness for you, don't do it at this time Make trouble for me."

　　The dinner ended with Lan Xiaoyu crying.

　　Lihua and Daiyu failed to win sympathy, but were locked up in the bedroom. After smashing everything in the bedroom, she cried herself to sleep, but Lan Su, who was facing the entire family alone, had a vase smashed head-on, causing blood to flow everywhere.

After being warned, Lan Su could do nothing more. However, she really didn't want Lan Xiaoyu to marry Huo Yan.

　　Since they can't refuse marriage, what about Huo Yan?

Hello?"

　　A cold voice came from the other end of the phone. It was as the name suggests. The tone was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of confusion in the low tone, like the misty smoke in the dark night.

　　"Hello, Miss Huo. I want to talk to you about your marriage to the Lan family."

　　Lan Su tried his best to sound calm, as if he were outside the country, facing the chasing mercenaries.

　　However, the person opposite was not very patient: "Who are you?"

　　Lan Su clutched his trouser legs and tried to calm down: "I am Lan Su."

　　"oh..."

A meaningful voice came from the other side, but it was not a sudden realization of something, but the person in power suddenly discovered an interesting little animal.

　　"Miss Lan Er."

　　Lan Su was startled and subconsciously wanted to refute, but then he thought again. Lan Haotian didn't tell Huo Yan who Miss Er was, so he just used his identity to make up some words.

　　"Yes, I am." Lan Su said, "Can you think about getting married again?"

　　Huo Yan asked coldly: "Do you want to advance the wedding date?"

　　Lan Su choked up, "I want to say that marriage is a major event in life and should not be taken lightly. After all, we have never seen it before."

　　"When do you want to meet?" Huo Yan's thoughts were frighteningly fast.

Lan Su felt out of breath for a moment, and suddenly understood why this man had lost three wives in three years.

　　"The premise of marriage is that two people like each other. Miss Huo has never even met anyone. Isn't it a bit sloppy?"

　　"Ah."

　　Huo Yan laughed coldly, as if he had heard a fantasy, "I'm sorry, Miss Lan. Marriage is just a transaction."

　　Transaction, this Lansu is familiar with. Over the years, she has helped the Lan family run many projects. She wasn't afraid of bullets and bullets, so why was she afraid of a mere Huo Yan?

When Miss Huo signs the contract, doesn't she look at Party A's side?"

　　The conversation between smart people has come to an end. Faced with the sudden invitation, Huo Yan naturally agreed.

　　"Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, Sudel Cafe. Miss Lan, I look forward to meeting you."

　　After hanging up the phone, Lan Su felt as if someone had cracked his bones and sat hunched on the edge of the bed.

　　Although Huo Yan is a strange person, he seems to be in a hurry to get married. But it seems that it is not as terrible as the rumors say.

　　On the contrary, I am the more terrifying one——

　　She has never put on makeup, has worn a skirt, and even has a 12-centimeter scar on her arm. Her forehead is wrapped in gauze, and she looks like a gangster. How does she look like the second young lady of the Lan family?

　　"Aunt Zhang."

　　In the dead of night, she knocked on Aunt Zhang's door and asked in a low voice, "Miss's stylist, do you have a phone number?"

　　Perhaps, she could dress up like a noble daughter.