A Dance of Rainbow Skirts

"Grandpa Zhao, I've come to wish you a happy New Year!"

Just as Zhao Cheng and Li Nishang were talking, Li Qingmeng had already sidled up in front of Old Master Zhao, looking sweet, sensible, and well-behaved.

Today, she wore a white down jacket and a white round-brimmed hat. Her dark, cloudlike hair was held in place beneath the hat, while the rest spilled loose down to her waist. Her clear, sparkling eyes gleamed brightly, and she looked delicate and adorable—the exact sort of girl elders loved most.

Elsewhere, Zhao Xiaoxiang, who had just poked her head out the door upon hearing Zhao Cheng's voice, saw this scene and instantly clenched her fists.

Back then, she had been too young to recognize her chairman's sinister intentions.

As for Li Qingmeng, it seemed that after that dream that night, she had figured some things out. With her old personality, she never could have done something like this.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

The moment Old Master Zhao saw this, he understood perfectly well. He immediately broke into a broad smile and asked.

He had always cared deeply about Zhao Cheng's love life, though he usually never showed it.

"My name is Li Qingmeng. Zhao Cheng and I are friends."

As Li Qingmeng spoke, two little dimples appeared in her smile. If those who knew her saw this side of her, they would surely wonder if she had been replaced by someone else.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old master's smile grew even brighter as he said "good" three times in a row.

Chen Tiansheng, standing nearby, felt the name sound strangely familiar, though for the moment, he could not recall why.

It was not until Li Qingmeng had gone over to Father Zhao and Mother Zhao to offer her New Year's greetings