Loo Zijun followed the address in the newspaper and found Gu Shengyin’s courtyard.
In fact, ever since the newspaper had published that address, many people had wanted to enter this courtyard.
However, Huangfu Qi had already anticipated this, and now the courtyard was guarded by several fully armed soldiers, deterring anyone from harboring any ideas about the people inside.
Loo Zijun couldn’t get close at all.
Every time he tried to get closer, someone would point a gun at him.
After standing guard for a day, Loo Zijun felt there was nothing secretive about him, so he straightened his clothes and approached the entrance.
Before the guards could challenge him, he politely said, "I am a friend of the owner of this courtyard. May I possibly come in for a visit?"
The guard glanced at him and asked, "What’s your name? Whom are you looking for?"
"Loo Zijun, I’m looking for Yan Ruohua."
Upon hearing that this pretty boy was looking for the Young Marshal’s Wife, the guard scrutinized him several times before saying, "Wait here, I’ll go in and report."
Was he really pulling such an attitude? Loo Zijun felt discontent.
Soon, the guard reemerged, looking at Loo Zijun with a peculiar expression: "The Young Marshal’s Wife said she doesn’t know you. I think you might be one of those newspaper journalists, huh? I’ve met too many of them these past days!"
Loo Zijun hurriedly said, "Is Yan Ruohua really marrying Young Marshal Huangfu? I truly am her friend..."
The guard, already impatient, dismissed him: "I told you she doesn’t recognize you, don’t block the door anymore!"
Loo Zijun stood aside, unsure of his own feelings.
The Yan Ruohua, whom he never truly regarded, was about to become the Young Marshal’s Wife, the lady of Cloud City?
Was there anything more absurd in the world?
He felt he should meet Yan Ruohua once, but why he should meet her, and what he should do after that, he had no idea at all.
As dusk approached, Loo Zijun turned and prepared to head home.
Then, something fell on his head.
His vision went black, and he knew no more.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange room.
The room’s style was very simple, and in the distance sat a man in a military uniform at a desk.
Loo Zijun managed to get up and saw the man clearly.
At that glance, his heart involuntarily shuddered.
He recognized the man with a formidable presence, Young Marshal Huangfu.
He thought he would never intersect with such a person in his lifetime.
Huangfu Qi seemed to notice he was awake, stopped what he was writing, and stood up.
As he stood, Loo Zijun felt the pressure facing him suddenly increase.
Huangfu Qi was tall, and his gaze at Loo Zijun carried a hint of superiority: "Mr. Loo, you were looking for my fiancée. Is there something you need?"
It was indeed about Yan Ruohua!
Loo Zijun knew that he had never had any interaction with Huangfu Qi before.
Now, the only connection was that his ex-wife was now Huangfu Qi’s fiancée.
He mustered his courage and looked at Huangfu Qi.
The other’s posture was erect, his features handsome, and his status lofty.
A man that could make all other men feel inferior.
Why? How could Yan Ruohua, after leaving him, find such an outstanding man?
Compulsively, he blurted out:
"Young Marshal Huangfu, do you know that your fiancée was previously married?"
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