At dusk, Ms. Bai's car drove into Narragansett Bay, another prestigious and wealthy area of Rhodes.

The rain stopped, and cars drove down Bellevue Avenue, which was lined with greenery at sunset.

In the past six months since I came to the United States to attend high school, I have walked this road many times, but every time I walk it, Bai Xinrui will have a fresh feeling when she first arrives.

The mansions are not visible from the main road, they are hidden at the end of the mysterious winding path, or hidden by the flowers and trees, faintly revealing mysterious outlines.

The hurried tourists on the island can only think of the extravagance of the American Gilded Age and the American past that have been written into novels, but Bai Xinrui can count the bloody stories that happened in these mansions that are a hundred times more wonderful than the movie novels.

The Genoa-Turin-style palatial mansion owned by Bai Xinrui's family once belonged to a newspaper tycoon a hundred years ago.

The mansion was built with hundreds of tons of expensive marble and thousands of granite stones, and it is said that even the lime used to build the walls was brought from France. The leaves and flowers on the ceiling and walls of the house are made of 24-karat gold, which is absolutely unadulterated.

Unfortunately, the first occupant of this house died on the Titanic, and an Austrian royal family bought this palace-like mansion from his daughter, and it changed hands several times in the next forty or fifty years, and it has lost its former glory.

Bai Jiawei, who has a keen investment vision, bought this legendary mansion at a low price during the financial crisis in the United States, but Bai Xinrui understands that the so-called low price in her father's mouth is definitely a huge amount of money in the eyes of others.

They have a lot of luxurious houses like this, thanks to her father, who has a good eye for her hands, and also thanks to her long-sleeved and dancing mother.

The scenery around her is so charming that it makes people feel like they are walking between the drunken and the otherworldly, and for her, this is exactly what it feels like to come home.

The car slowly drove into a path lined with flowers, and at the end of the wide lawn, a golden sand-colored stone building stood not far away like a legendary giant, and the setting sun gradually gilded the tall building with a halo, and the church-like large stained glass windows shimmered with a strange and mysterious light.

Bai Xinrui got out of the car and trotted all the way through the green velvet lawn and up the open staircase outside the porch, where Aunt Yun caught up from behind and laboriously pushed open the golden bronze door engraved with vintage patterns for her.

Bai Xinrui frowned, Miss Ben came back, no one came out to greet her, and the servants didn't even take the initiative to open the door.

There is not a single light in the empty living room, and the heavy carved cherry wood floor-to-ceiling windows have low curtains, making the originally high and deep space even darker, with marble Roman columns and oil paintings on the walls, as if you are in an ancient museum.

Bai Xinrui heard the crisp clicking sound of the high heels under her feet stepping on the marble floor, and secretly wondered in her heart, why is the house so deserted tonight?

In the past, as long as Huang Yaqian lived in Rhode Island, if she didn't accept the invitation to go out to listen to music and go to a banquet, she would invite some friends to come to her house for dinner almost every night, including local gentry and celebrities, as well as people in the fashion or art world, as well as overseas Chinese leaders on the East Coast.

Bai Xinrui has been accustomed to the brightly lit and full of friends at home since she was a child.

Even if Huang Yaqian went out temporarily, the servants would never dare to hide like this.

Bai Xinrui suddenly noticed that in a dark corner of the hall, there was a small spark that was bright and extinguished.

Trying to distinguish in the dim light, she actually saw Huang Yaqian sitting quietly not far away like a thin silhouette.

The lights on the walls were turned on, and in the open hall with a height of 15 meters, crystal lamps, wall lamps, background lamps, floor lamps, and spotlights were ...... Qi brush brightened, and she had to squint her eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

After a while, she finally saw the situation in the room clearly, Huang Yaqian lazily nestled in the Italian-style carved cowhide chaise longue on the side of the living room, the silk skirt with a soft luster slumped limply on the thick Persian carpet, a thin cigarette between two delicate white fingers painted with her aunt's red kodan, and a faint smoke curled up.

Bai Xinrui noticed that at the front end of the white cigarette in Huang Yaqian's hand, most of the embers of sparks were hanging there still, crumbling.

She walked over quickly, picked up the crystal ashtray on the table, and held it in front of Huang Yaqian.

Huang Yaqian's hand shook slightly, and the long cigarette ashes fell down like relief, and threw herself into the crystal crystal ashtray, and the next second, Huang Yaqian seemed to come back to her senses and extinguished most of the remaining cigarettes in the crystal ashtray.

"How did you start smoking? Didn't you say that smoking is bad for your skin? Bai Xinrui pretended to be disgusted.

Huang Yaqian stroked Bai Xinrui's soft hair, hooked the corners of her lips with her aunt's lipstick, and revealed a cold smile: "Hey, smoking occasionally helps you think." ”

"Where's Casey? Anyone else? Bai Xinrui asked, while walking into a large sofa nearby.

"I sent them away, I just want to be alone." Huang Yaqian supported her forehead with one hand and changed to a more casual posture.

"Then I'm not going to bother you here, right?" Bai Xinrui asked knowingly.

In fact, she expects Huang Yaqian to ask her about her recent situation, even if she just scolds her like last time, she will feel her presence in Huang Yaqian's heart.

What's more, every time after venting her dissatisfaction with herself, she usually chatters about her past glorious achievements, and those stories are listened to as case studies.

Huang Yaqian turned a deaf ear to her question, staring vacantly at an oil painting on the wall, which was Ti Xiang's "Repentant Mary Magdalene".

Today, Huang Yaqian looks very different, although a thin layer of rouge is applied on her cheeks, she still can't hide the bloodless pale skin under the makeup, like a rose that has been in a vase for a long time and the water has evaporated.

She was about to take the risk of saying the name William, as if she was throwing a stone in a pool of dead lake, but Huang Yaqian was the first to speak.

"A man is the inferior species in the world, when he likes you, he can say all the sweet words to you, grovel, you want the moon in the sky, he will never fool you with a star, but once you change your mind, everything is ......nonsense" Huang Yaqian said to herself, shaking her hand and lighting a cigarette.

Hearing this, Bai Xinrui's heart tightened. On weekdays, when Huang Yaqian speaks, she has always only been a deaf ear, but this sentence hits her heart.

She remembered that on the Brooklyn Bridge, William chased her all the way with heavy concentric locks; remembered that they shared a wooden horse in a jewel box; I remembered watching the story of the Stars by the sea in the middle of the night, and woke up in the early morning to find myself with his arm crooked......

"Including my dad?" As soon as these words came out, Bai Xinrui immediately regretted it, Huang Yaqian's words just now were obviously not for herself, but for herself.

Huang Yaqian lowered her swan-like slender and soft jade-colored neck, as if she was contemplative, and suddenly, she covered her mouth with her bare hands and laughed lightly twice, and then, as if she suddenly heard some big joke, she suddenly laughed without warning.

Her laughter was loud and high-pitched, resounding throughout the hall continuously, as if there was never a possibility of stopping, and the hand holding the cigarette trembled with the laughter.

Bai Xinrui didn't dare to look at her nervous face, her eyes fell on her hands, her fingertips were mottled dark red, and the nail polish had not yet peeled off, but it was so sad that it was degraded.

Huang Yaqian was still laughing, laughing almost out of breath, and later, the laughter became hysterical.

Bai Xinrui was careless, and saw that at the tail of her beautiful phoenix-like eyes, there were two rows of shiny things that slipped silently like meteors.

I had never seen Huang Yaqian embarrassed so far, and a cold sweat broke out on Bai Xinrui's back.

After a long time, I don't know if she really laughed enough, or if she couldn't keep her strength up, she finally stopped laughing, gasped sharply and fell back into the chaise longituna.

Perhaps because the laughter just now was too intense, Bai Xinrui caught a glimpse of Huang Yaqian's amorous eyes, leaving a faint crow's feet.

Since I was a child, watching this shrewd woman outwit the junior is not one or two, but I have never seen her so sad, it seems that she is an opponent in chess.

"Little three is nothing new. For a successful man like Dad, the juniors will naturally rush up like flies seeing blood. You don't have to be so angry. Bai Xinrui wants to try to be an empathetic and good daughter.

She knew that her father was always surrounded by mistresses, and she also knew that her mother had a whole set of experience in dealing with them, and she also knew that her father had never cared about those juniors.

"Your father is really old and confused, this time he really has a heart for a junior......" Huang Yaqian took two puffs of cigarette in her hand angrily.

“…… How ridiculous you say, that woman claims to have graduated from Columbia University, hum, but I sent someone to inquire, and it turned out to be an impostor! It's just a graduate of a girls' school across the street from Colombia. That is, to deceive people like your dad who are stupid and have a lot of money. Huang Yaqian said with a sneer.

"Barnard? I know that the school is not bad, and our school has a senior sister who was admitted to that university this year. Bai Xinrui looked at Huang Yaqian's appearance, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she was so arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but today she was tired.