As for the arranged marriage, it won’t be decided right away anyway, so she’ll still have a chance to let Jiao Yang go in the future.
"Tomorrow night at nine?" The Duke of Kent was furious and frowned, "Are you planning to have him leave during the banquet?!"
The banquet starts at seven. If Jiao Yang wants to catch the plane, he’ll have to leave at eight. That’s exactly when all the guests are arriving. If Jiao Yang doesn’t show up then, where does that leave the Duke of Kent’s face?!
"Exactly!" Jiao Yalin frowned, "Because I don’t want him to end up like me, stepping into a painful marriage, enduring betrayal and lies, yet still trying hard to smile."
With a cold snort, she turned around and slammed the door as she left.
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Italy, Rome City.
Leng Zirui drove his car, leaving the hotel he rented, but did not immediately head to Leng Zimo’s place. Instead, he drove around the city.
After circling two streets and confirming no one was following him, he turned the car onto the correct road.
Glancing at the navigation map on the car, he noticed a hotel. Leng Zirui took out his phone and dialed Leng Zimo’s number.
"Not far from your hotel, there’s a Firefox Bar. Let’s meet there. Come alone; I’ll be there in about half an hour."
"Alright."
On the other end, Leng Zimo readily agreed.
Hanging up the phone, Leng Zirui pressed the accelerator, and the car headed towards the Firefox Bar.
He parked the car two streets away from the Firefox Hotel, got out, lazily played with the car keys, and walked towards the bar. Passing a store, he bought a sun hat and put it on, then entered the bar.
Since it was still morning, the bar was not very crowded.
Leng Zirui found a hidden spot convenient for observing the surroundings and sat down, ordering a non-alcoholic drink.
A moment later, Leng Zimo appeared at the bar’s entrance.


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