25

Duan Baiting didn't know what happened to her, but the moment he saw her tears, his heart seemed to be filled with her tears.

His lips tightened and his breathing slowed.

He went forward and hugged her.

Song Wanyue leaned on his shoulder and cried even harder than before.

She looked so small in his arms.

He held her with one hand, his tone more patient and gentle than ever before: "Who made you unhappy?"

Song Wanyue shook her head desperately, gasping for breath: "It's just... I just suddenly want to cry."

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, wanting to let go of her hand temporarily and wipe away her tears.

But the moment he moved, Song Wanyue buried her face in his chest.

Her voice was muffled: "Don't look at me. I must be very ugly now."

He laughed helplessly and comforted her: "Not ugly."

It was actually difficult to coax her at this time. She was unmoved and buried her face even tighter: "No."

Duan Baiting had no way to deal with her, so he could only go along with her: "Tell me when you are tired of crying."

Song Wanyue put her arms around his waist and greedily smelled the scent on his body.

It seems not as sad as before.

She wiped her tears excessively on Duan Baiting's shirt.

When she was caught doing something bad, he gently pinched her ear as a punishment.

Song Wanyue let out two dissatisfied snorts from her throat.

Duan Baiting thought of the phone call he received half an hour ago and knew that she liked to be in a lively environment the most.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

he asked softly.

Sure enough, she raised her head, with two lines of tears on her face and her eyes were red and swollen.

It looks quite funny.

"Where are we going?"

He smiled and wiped away her tears considerately: "My friend has organized a party, if you want to go..."

Before he finished speaking, she nodded desperately: "I want to go, I want to go!"

When you are sad, you want to go to crowded places the most. The quieter it is, the easier it is to have wild thoughts.

It's just...

she looked a little embarrassed: "She's your friend, would it be inappropriate for me to go with her?"

"What's wrong with that? You're my wife."

He was very patient with her today and responded and explained every word she said.

The word "wife" rolled around in Song Wanyue's mind.

She felt her chest warm up.

It was a very strange emotion, even she herself didn't understand it.

I just looked up at him stupidly with a blank expression.

She was confused about her current excitement.

Duan Baiting thought she was still in trouble, so he lowered his eyes and smiled: "They want to see you too."

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Song Wanyue finally sat in his passenger seat.

It's already midnight.

When she went out, Aunt Qin saw Song Wanyue's red and swollen eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying.

There was worry in her eyes, but she didn't dare to ask Song Wanyue directly.

I could only question Duan Baiting with my eyes.

The latter shook his head at her, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

The dining area is a Chinese courtyard.

Black tiles and white walls, mountains and rivers form a painting, and rocks form the scenery.

Across the corridor, there is a Zen room with a four-slope roof in the middle of the artificial lake. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides, so you can see clearly inside.

Song Wanyue was stunned, thinking that Duan Baiting and his friends would have dinner in a nightclub.

I didn't expect it to be such a quiet and ancient house.

Jiang Zhengchuan tried to inquire from Xi Yang for a long time about the background of the young lady from the Song family.

"I've heard of her name in Australia. I heard that she's a great beauty. Kian is so lucky to have married a beautiful woman so easily. Why can't I have this good thing?"

Although they were all born in North City, they grew up abroad and only saw each other a few times a year.

Especially Duan Baiting, it was as if he was exiled to England.

He returned to China in a low-key manner a few years ago, and Jiang Zhengchuan's only source of information about him was in news reports.

The Duan family had so many assets, but within a few years they all belonged to one person.

His aunts and uncles fought for their entire lives, but finally lost to a younger generation.

In the same year, the news of Duan Baiting's marriage to the only daughter of the Song family spread like wildfire.

Marriage is another form of interest binding and has nothing to do with feelings.

Among them, except Jiang Zhengchuan who was still alone, the rest of them all wore rings on their ring fingers.

In response to Jiang Zhengchuan's curiosity, Xi Yang deliberately kept him in suspense: "The power of words is still too weak, you should meet the real person yourself next time."

"Fuck." Jiang Zhengchuan cursed, "That has to have this opportunity. We can't even make an appointment with Kian, let alone his emotionless wife. I guess the couple don't even see each other in normal times."

Xi Yang thought of the scene when Duan Baiting went to the male model club to catch a cheating couple.

He put his lips close to the wine glass and gave a meaningful smile.

"There's an old saying that goes, 'As long as you live long enough, you can see everything.'"

He could actually still see that extremely gloomy expression on Duan Baiting's face.

Jiang Zhengchuan narrowed his eyes, irritated by his expression: "You are doing this on purpose, trying to whet my appetite."

Xi Yang spread his hands, indicating that he could not help: "I have been in the UK for so many years, and my Chinese has regressed. Even if I want to speak, I can't. It's better to wait for Kian to bring someone to you in person one day."

Jiang Zhengchuan took a sip of wine: "I'm afraid we have to wait until the end of the world."

The end of the world did not come.

The door opened first.

This yard is Jiang Zhengchuan's private residence. It is usually idle and people come here occasionally to have a drink or two.

The reason why we chose this place for the dinner is because it is quiet.

It's rare for friends to get together, and in places like nightclubs, they are too busy looking at hot girls to have the mood to chat.

After nightfall, the quietness of the house reaches a higher level.

You can faintly hear the chirping of insects in the greenery nearby.

The appearance of the man easily attracted everyone's attention. There was a woman hiding behind him. At this moment, she only dared to stick out half of her head to look at him secretly.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed.

Jiang Zhengchuan stopped pouring the wine and tilted his head slightly to keep his eyes at the same level as hers.

So, the two looked at each other.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, and her pupils are like water.

She blinked, and the plants around her seemed to lose their color.

Song Wanyue subconsciously tightened her sleeves due to her vigilance towards unfamiliar environments and strangers.

The latter frowned slightly and covered Song Wanyue's eyes.

Stop this speechless gaze.

Jiang Zhengchuan raised his eyes and sat up straight.

He complained: "Kian, you are not kind."

Duan Baiting held Song Wanyue's hand and gently pulled her out from behind him: "It's okay, they are all my friends."

Song Wanyue nodded obediently.

Probably still feeling a little uneasy, he shook the hand being held back.

The warm and tight feeling made Duan Baiting lower his eyes.

She held his hand with difficulty.

Her hands were so small that she couldn't hold his palm even if she tried hard.

A smile flashed across Duan Baiting's usually cold eyes.

Without any obstruction, Song Wanyue appeared fully in everyone's sight.

It's a very homely outfit. I guess it was a last-minute decision to go out, so she didn't even change her clothes.

Cotton and linen long skirt with light grey shawl.

The soft and smooth long hair was casually tied half behind the head with a clip.

A strand of hair fell on the forehead, making the already crying face look even more broken.

Her skin was a cool white, which stood out especially well under the lighting.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, she trembled her eyelashes timidly and subconsciously hid beside Duan Baiting.

Jiang Zhengchuan's eyes widened as he stared.

Just now I thought Xi Yang's words were just perfunctory to me, but now after seeing it with my own eyes I am convinced that the power of words is indeed too weak.

Duan Baiting held Song Wanyue's hand and sat down beside them. There was nothing to eat on the table, just wine and tea.

He called the housekeeper and ordered some of her favorite food.

Song Wanyue is usually lively, but in a situation surrounded by strangers, she is particularly dependent on Duan Baiting.

I wish I could hang on him all the time and be his human pendant with peace of mind.

Jiang Zhengchuan swallowed his saliva and finally took his gaze away from Song Wanyue.

He went to Duan Baiting and questioned him: "Didn't you say you wouldn't come?"

Duan Baiting's words were concise and shocking, and he said calmly: "I changed my mind."

Xi Yang, on the other hand, looked unfathomable, as if he saw through everything.

He winked at the woman next to him, smiled and touched her hand.

The other party immediately understood what he meant and stood up and sat opposite Song Wanyue.

The two looked at each other across the narrow table. Yun Wei mixed her a glass of fruit wine: "It's not too strong, it should be quite delicious, you try it."

She pushed the cup holder in front of her with a gentle smile.

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, and at first she thought she looked somewhat familiar.

He asked tentatively: "Are you...Yun Wei?"

The woman looked surprised: "Am I so famous?"

It was really her!

Song Wanyue was quite happy: "I've seen your movie."

Film queen Yun Wei made her debut at the age of fifteen by playing the teenage version of the heroine in a famous director's movie, thus opening up her own acting career.

After that, he soared to fame and won various awards.

Now at the age of 26, she has become the youngest Grand Slam actress in the country.

Duan Baiting glanced over here and saw that Song Wanyue finally showed a smile on her face.

Xi Yang told him to relax: "Yun Wei is very good at comforting people, she will help you coax your little wife."

He poured wine into the glass in front of him: "It's rare for us to get together, drink more today."

Duan Baiting retracted his gaze, casually raised his glass and clinked it with his.

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Yun Wei has lived up to her reputation of being in the entertainment industry for many years and is adept at handling interpersonal relationships.

With just a few words, he narrowed the distance between him and Song Wanyue.

The alcohol content of the fruit wine is not high, but it is also mixed with alcohol.

Song Wanyue's cheeks turned red from drinking.

Yun smiled, took the wine glass from her hand, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Song Wanyue licked her lips and praised her: "You are so great. You can even mix cocktails."

It can be seen that she is already a little drunk. She looks a little cute and her eyes are misty.

Behind the mist, there is another bright and brilliant smile.

It's hard not to like a girl like this.

Yun Wei still couldn't help herself and reached out to pinch her collagen-covered face.

It feels very good: "I can not only make cocktails, but also cook French food."

Song Wanyue obediently and actively put her face close to her palm, and looked up and smiled at her.

Such a cute face, such a cute gesture.

It always makes people have evil thoughts and want to ravage this lovely face.

But Yun Wei didn't do that.

Because she felt the cold gaze of the man across from her.

With a kind of subtle hostility and irritability.

Really.

He even gets jealous of women.

Yun smiled, picked up the goblet and took a sip.

Duan Baiting saw that the plate of crepes in front of Song Wanyue was untouched, so he brought it over and cut it into small pieces with a knife and fork.

"Drinking on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach."

She corrected him: "It's fruit wine."

"Yes, fruit wine is also wine."

Song Wanyue's alcohol tolerance is very low. After two glasses of fruit wine, she was almost drunk.

The reason why Duan Baiting didn't stop her was because he saw that she was in a bad mood today, and getting drunk once in a while to vent her emotions was not a bad thing.

Song Wanyue was angry that he didn't agree with her, and she didn't even look at the plate of cut crepes.

There was no other way, Duan Baiting could only feed it to her mouth with a fork.

"Eat less."

She raised her long eyelashes and looked at him with her misty eyes.

Bargaining with him: "Just one bite."

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly: "Okay."

Only then did Song Wanyue lower her head obediently and opened her mouth waiting for him to feed her.

Xi Yang thought to himself that he was a calm and composed person who could remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe.

But at the moment, I was so shocked that I couldn't find the right adjective to describe my feelings.

He wouldn't be surprised if anyone he knew did this kind of patient feeding.

But this person is Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting, the one with ice in his veins.

After taking a bite of crepe, Song Wanyue pushed Duan Baiting's hand away and went to talk to Yun Wei with a sweet smile.

"Sister Yun Wei, can I try the French food you make next time?"

Yun Wei responded to her gently: "Of course."

During the chat with her, I learned that she was Xi Yang's girlfriend.

She followed him when she was eighteen.

The two met at an award ceremony, where he attended the event as the young master of one of the sponsors.

It was a mutual love at first sight, and now it has been eight years.

Song Wanyue's eyes lit up again and again.

Her eyes were a little blurry from being drunken. She held the cup and sipped warm water, feeling envious of their love.

"Then when did you get married?"

She just saw that Xi Yang was wearing a wedding ring on his ring finger.

Hearing Song Wanyue's question, Yun Wei's gentle smile relaxed slightly.

She lowered her eyelashes and laughed very lightly: "He got married two years ago, but not with me."

Song Wanyue thought she had heard it wrong.

"What...what?"

In Yun Wei's view, her ignorant shock was exactly what she could not reach.

"Ms. Song should know better than me how much importance a family like yours places on family background. I may be a famous movie queen in the eyes of those audiences, but in front of you, I am ultimately just an actor who is not worthy of being on stage." She spoke in a light, almost self-deprecating tone.

Song Wanyue seemed to sober up a little. She sat up straight and explained hurriedly: "I don't think so. I think you are very good, really!"

These words were indeed from her heart.

Yun Wei smiled: "Thank you. It seems that he has protected you very well."

Song Wanyue was a little confused: "Him?"

Yun Wei glanced to the side: "In these short ten minutes, he has turned his head to look at you countless times."

Song Wanyue followed her gaze and saw Duan Baiting, who was clinking glasses with Xi Yang in a listless manner.

"I just cried in front of him today. Maybe he is worried about me."

Yun Wei smiled with an all-seeing look on her face. She told her, "Little sister, tears are only effective for people who love you."

If someone doesn't love you, even if you cry your eyes out, you won't be moved in the slightest.

-Duan

Baiting is notoriously difficult to make an appointment with. He is completely focused on his work and his ambition is so big that it is almost as big as the Pacific Ocean.

It was a rare occasion for them to get together, so Xi Yang and Jiang Zhengchuan intended to get Duan Baiting drunk.

Xi Yang took the wine out of the ice bucket. This wine was his treasured collection, which he "snatched" from a white man at an auction abroad a few years ago.

The "grabbing" here is naturally not grabbing on the physical level.

Instead, he bought it at a price higher than what he offered.

"This wine is delicate. A slightly higher temperature will cause the wine to loosen up, so you have to drink it quickly."

He poured each person a full glass.

Although the wine is delicate, it has a high alcohol content.

After finishing one bottle, the person who should have been drunk was not drunk at all, while the other two all fell down.

Yun Wei helplessly helped Xi Yang up and wiped him with a tissue: "If you can't drink well, drink less."

He smiled indifferently and left a short kiss on her lips: "He can drink too much."

He was 188 cm tall and Yun Wei couldn't carry him, so she could only call the driver.

Song Wanyue's eyes were even more blurred than before.

He raised his eyes and looked at Duan Baiting.

There were five people in the room, three of them were drunk.

The only two people who were not drunk looked at each other, and Duan Baiting said in a calm tone: "I'll trouble you to take care of them."

Yun Wei smiled, politely but unfamiliarly: "Well, you should be careful on the road."

After ending this short conversation, Duan Baiting took off his coat and put it on Song Wanyue: "Let's go."

Song Wanyue was confused: "Where to?"

The hairpin was not too tight, and the long hair that was fixed behind her head fell down a few strands, looking loose.

There is a kind of lazy and casual beauty.

Duan Baiting gently tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "Go home."

She became more lively and her thoughts jumped after she got drunk.

Duan Baiting was fortunate enough to see it.

Although that time couldn't be considered as being drunk.

Song Wanyue stood up and ran out happily: "Let's go home."

Duan Baiting followed her reluctantly. Afraid that she would fall, he kept his arms at her side to protect her at all times.

Fortunately, the house is located in a secluded area and no outside vehicles can enter.

There was a beach next to it. The light from the lighthouse in the distance came over and was blown away by the waves, as if casting broken stars on the sea.

Song Wanyue took off her shoes and ran barefoot on the beach.

The alcohol had put her brain into overdrive.

Duan Baiting followed behind and picked up her shoes.

Afraid that she would fall, he caught up with her in two steps and pulled her back into his arms: "That's enough, that's enough of the trouble. Let's go home."

She was quite drunk, and he reeked of alcohol as well.

The beach in the early morning is quiet with only the sound of waves.

At this time, there were two overlapping breathing sounds.

Slowly, gradually becoming heavier.

She blinked, her cheeks flushed, and even the corners of her eyes were drunken.

The clip behind her head might have fallen off in the excitement just now, and her long hair was now scattered and messed up by the sea breeze.

The dishevel of his drunken state looked like a beautiful broken vase.

The sharp edges of the fragments hurt his eyes, and his usual indifference gradually turned darker.

Song Wanyue smiled and acted coquettishly to him, "I don't want to walk alone, please hold me."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes, and the darkness in his eyes only existed for a short moment.

He passed his arm through her knees and with his other hand he wrapped his arms around her thin and slender back, holding her horizontally in his arms with ease.

She was holding her shoes in her hands.

There was a bench on the side of the road for people to rest. He put her on it and carefully wiped the mud and sand off her feet.

Song Wanyue inexplicably thought of Yun Wei and what she had said.

She asked Duan Baiting: "That man was obviously in love with Yun Wei, why did he marry another woman? Is it because Yun Wei's family background is ordinary?"

Duan Baiting paused slightly: "Maybe."

He spoke casually and didn't care about other people's affairs.

It can even be said to be indifferent.

But Song Wanyue is different. She is sentimental and loves to empathize with others.

Her family's education was indeed very comprehensive and she was taught very well.

That kind heart generously radiates warmth to those around it.

"But by doing this, he is letting down two girls at the same time."

Duan Baiting raised his head, his eyes were calm: "The reason why the triangle is stable is that the three points connecting each line are fixed."

In this relationship, everyone turns a blind eye.

Xi Yang's legal wife doesn't care how many women he has outside.

Their marriage was a business one, and it took seven days from the time they met to the completion of the wedding.

After more than two years of marriage, the total number of times we met did not exceed ten times. Maybe you even forget the other person's name.

As for Yun Wei, she stayed by his side but lacked a status.

But Xi Yang gave her everything he could.

Pave the way for her, introduce her to connections, and provide her with resources.

This allowed her to win all awards, big and small, at the age of 26.

Becoming the youngest Grand Slam actress.

-But

these cruel but realistic facts are beyond Song Wanyue's understanding.

She was saddened by his calmness and indifference when he said this: "Do you think it doesn't matter? If you have someone you like, but your family still forces you to marry me, do you think it doesn't matter?" She began

to cry, so pitifully.

Tears are like pearls that have broken off the string.

Duan Baiting's hands were covered in mud and sand, and he couldn't help her wipe her tears.

He could only look at her and watch her cry.

"I'm not so incompetent that I need to sell out my marriage. So this assumption is not true."

She insisted: "But you finally married me."

He looked at her, repeated her words with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Yes, but I finally married you."

Song Wanyue sniffed aggrievedly: "Are you a parrot? You can only imitate me."

She hugged his coat to wipe her tears. She knew that he had mysophobia, but she deliberately let him see it.

Like a child who attracts adults' attention by doing bad things.

Duan Baiting condoned all her actions and did not try to stop her.

He just looked at her.

Born in such a family, his growth was undoubtedly dull and depressing.

Therefore, Song Wanyue's existence was an alien to him, a rose growing in a utopia, and another world that he could never reach.

Everything about her was too alive.

She could hug a stranger she met briefly at a funeral. I can accompany classmates whose families have encountered misfortunes home every day out of worry. It's also okay to cry for someone you've just met.

The sun's rays are indeed warm and fair.

But Duan Baiting never wanted fairness.

He opened the coat she was holding in her arms and put it on her again.

Song Wanyue suddenly approached him: "Aren't you drunk at all? You drank so much."

Afraid that she would take off his coat again, he buttoned it this time: "I can drink quite well."

Song Wanyue smiled with her eyes curved and reached out to touch his chin: "How come you are so good."

Her childish voice after being drunk was inexplicably seductive, and she looked so beautiful when she smiled.

Not only does he smile beautifully, but he also gets praised to the highest degree.

The seductive neck was bound by the tie, and the Adam's apple moved up and down.

He has an almost perverted level of self-control.

At this moment, it seemed to be shattered into pieces.

He lowered his head and put on her shoes.

Don't look her in the eyes.

I don't know if it was because the wine was too strong or if she just couldn't drink much.

After being blown by the sea breeze for so long, her drunkenness became even more obvious.

"Duan Baiting."

Song Wanyue was sitting on a bench, swaying and unable to sit steadily. She held his face in her hands and traced his lips slowly with her fingertips.

My self-control has long collapsed, and I am relying entirely on reason to maintain it. Duan Baiting stopped moving because of the soft touch on his lips.

She leaned her face forward and pointed at her lips drunkenly, "Bo Bo."