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This short and direct answer left Song Wanyue speechless.

Of course she could guess what he had done to her, it was so obvious after all. There were traces of the remains all over his body.

I just didn't expect his answer to be so...simple and clear.

Most importantly, she couldn't remember the whole process.

"I shouldn't have done anything too outrageous, right?"

she asked him hesitantly. The source of all the uneasiness is unknown.

Duan Baiting took off his coat and paused when he heard her words.

His expression was still as calm as ever: "What do you mean by out of line?"

Song Wanyue was stunned by the question: "It's just..."

She didn't know how to say it.

Duan Baiting threw his coat on the sofa next to him, stood up and took off his sweater.

He walked to the closet shirtless and picked out a shirt to put on.

Throughout the whole process, Song Wanyue's eyes followed him.

The muscles are strong and firm, with distinct blocks.

The lines are sexy and attractive.

If it were normal, Song Wanyue could sit down and enjoy it.

But now, her mind was in chaos.

His shoulders, lower back, and arms were covered with scratches and bite marks.

Half a month passed, and the sucking marks and fingerprints on her body had long faded and disappeared.

But Duan Baiting seemed to be tortured.

This is enough to show how much effort I put in at that time.

As the shirt was put on, his muscles and scars were covered.

Duan Baiting turned around and buttoned his shirt slowly: "If you want to know, there is a dash cam in the car. I'll give it to you later."

She immediately shook her head: "No."

Although she couldn't see the images inside the car, there were only sounds.

But you don't need to listen to know that they are all unbearable to the ears.

Duan Baiting opened the tie cabinet and took out a tie at random.

He should go out again later.

Song Wanyue felt guilty, so her eyes wandered around.

I was thinking about how to start the next sentence.

He has already tied his tie.

The moment he put on the glasses, that gentle and noble air made him seem more inhuman and distant.

He adjusted his glasses and said, "Nothing else to ask?"

In front of him, Song Wanyue's momentum was suppressed to the point of being completely suppressed.

She nodded and said weakly, "Yes, yes."

Duan Baiting looked at her and waited for her to finish her words.

In the face of his almost cold calmness, Song Wanyue felt somewhat guilty and inferior.

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't speak.

I had been preparing the words for more than ten days, intending to hold him accountable when he returned.

But when she met the real person, she couldn't say anything.

She pursed her lips and fiddled with the tassels of the tablecloth with her fingers.

She didn't dare look into his eyes, for fear that he would easily see that she lacked confidence at the moment.

I wanted to leave immediately, but I also wanted to know what happened that day.

The unknown fear brought by the blackout made her feel a little uneasy.

She didn't say anything she shouldn't have, right? I guess that didn't offend him, did it?

No matter what, the Song family still has to rely on the protection of the big tree Duan Baiting.

If she offended someone...

Song Wanyue became more and more scared the more she thought about it.

Would she not tell others about Kian while she was drunk?

Although Duan Baiting had no feelings for her, they were husband and wife after all, and his wife had other men in her heart.

Song Wanyue quickly shook her head again and said no.

From the first day she married Duan Baiting, she forced herself to let him go.

But it is said that people tend to talk nonsense after drinking. What if she really said something that cannot be told...

Damn, what did she say?

Duan Baiting watched her calmly as she went through various emotions in a short period of time, and then she looked at him cautiously.

As if judging his mood.

He lost his patience and lowered his head to fasten his watch.

"If you're bored, go read a book."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Wanyue hurried over and pulled the hem of his coat with her hand.

He moved very cautiously: "I haven't finished yet."

His voice was not loud, and his nasal tone was a bit heavy, sounding a bit dull.

Duan Baiting's eyes were scrutinizing, and his tone was indifferent: "Then finish it quickly."

Song Wanyue didn't dare to look into his eyes, and her eyelashes drooped limply.

Obviously, his tone of voice was not harsh.

She acted pitiful: "Are you in a hurry?"

Indeed, she was in a hurry.

I was originally in a hurry to return home just for that bidding meeting, and now I have wasted nearly an hour for nothing.

If you don't go anymore.

He checked the time on his watch.

We can only hope that there is no traffic jam at this point, but there is never no traffic jam on the East Second Ring Road.

"Then go and get busy first. When you're done, we'll... talk about it later."

She still knew the priorities of things. The work that required him to do personally must not be a small project worth hundreds of millions.

Song Wanyue quietly stepped aside.

Duan Baiting did not leave immediately, but looked at her.

No matter what happens, emotions are always shown on your face, and you can't find the essence even if you want to hide it deliberately.

I don't know whether to describe her as naive or too stupid.

Duan Baiting's indifference made me feel helpless.

After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

The call was quickly connected: "Mr. Duan."

Duan Baiting said in a flat tone: "There is a bidding meeting at Shengmao today, you and Secretary Qin should go together."

The man was stunned and questioned his own ability: "Aren't you going to this bidding meeting in person?"

"I have something urgent." He glanced at Song Wanyue and completed the previous sentence, "Family affairs."

The other party understood immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Baiting walked to the window with a cigarette and a lighter and opened it.

Light slowly.

He raised his eyes and said, "Go ahead."

He smoked in a somewhat lazy and relaxed posture, with the ashtray at his side.

Song Wanyue saw him stretch out his hand holding a cigarette and flicked off the ash.

At least, she had enough time to explain to him before she finished smoking this cigarette.

She took the initiative and asked him in a low voice with guilt, how could he do it right in the car? It would be so embarrassing if someone saw them.

When tobacco burns, the smoke is grayish white.

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes and looked at her through the mist, his emotions gloomy and unclear.

That night he said he was going to get a room in a nearby hotel. She kept crying and acting like a spoiled child and wanted to get in the car.

Duan Baiting wiped her tears: "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

She shook her head: "There's no one here, and your car has a sunshade, just put it down, no one outside can see it."

She was drunk and reached out to pull his shirt, but because she had no strength, she failed several times.

Finally, she leaned dejectedly on his shoulder and felt sad.

"Let's go to the car... I've always wanted to try it... Tingting, right in the car, I want to be on it... sit on it..."

After Duan Baiting carried her into the car, he finished a whole cigarette while enjoying the sea breeze, trying to calm down.

Of course it ended in failure.

After getting drunk, she was full of energy and pestered him all night long, acting like a spoiled child.

"I like Tingting the most, the most, the most."

His eyes softened, but the force of his actions was completely the opposite: "You are drunk."

She hummed and breathed softly on his neck: "I liked you when I was not drunk, too. I like you very much."

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In front of him was Song Wanyue, who had regained consciousness a long time ago and had completely forgotten everything that happened that day.

"I tend to lose my memory when I'm drunk, and I might say something without thinking. But those are just drunken talks and lies. Don't take them seriously. Since we are both wrong, let's just let this matter go."

She smiled obediently, trying to get away with it.

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, dusted off the ash from his cigarette, and asked casually, "Are they all fake?"

Song Wanyue nodded.

He raised his eyes, and the little emotion that was left receded like the tide.

As if she was unwilling to give up, she asked again: "All?"

Song Wanyue nodded hesitantly: "Yes...all."

The last time she got drunk was in college, according to Shizuka's later recounting.

She held her neighbor's Samoyed and called "Dad" for an hour, crying and asking it why it had grown so much hair.

Later, the Samoyed hid when it saw her.

This incident became a black mark on her that she could never erase in her life.

Since then, Song Wanyue can be said to have never touched alcohol.

I didn't expect that after all the precautions, I would end up making such a fool of myself in front of Duan Baiting.

The brief emotion flashed by and Song Wanyue didn't even see it clearly.

Duan Baiting smiled lightly, his tone cold: "You wasted so much of my time, and this is all you wanted to say?"

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Ah? I..."

Duan Baiting stood up and twisted the half-smoked cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Until the last faint flame went out.

This time he didn't wait for her to finish her words, as if all his patience had already run out.

He draped his coat over his arm, opened the door and left.

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Life went on as usual during those days.

Duan Baiting is busy with work and most of the time he comes home in the early morning.

Sometimes I come home early and have dinner with Song Wanyue.

He spoke as little as ever, occasionally chatting a little, but always to the point.

Even Aunt Tan didn't notice anything was wrong.

But Song Wanyue always felt that there had been subtle changes between them since their last conversation.

This change made her a little sad.

After get off work, she made an appointment with Shizuka for dinner.

She sold a few bags a few days ago and had several million in liquid funds on hand.

He rented a large flat outside for himself because he didn't want to bother Song Wanyue all the time.

Even if the latter keeps emphasizing that it is not a hassle, no one lives in the house anyway.

Shizuka said, "Brothers have to settle accounts clearly. I don't want our relationship to be cracked because of a mere house."

Song Wanyue didn't want to continue talking to her about the house. She had been in a mess recently.

He often gets distracted at work, and sometimes when he sees Secretary Qin, he wants to go up and talk to her and ask about Duan Baiting's affairs.

But after all, this is at work, and asking this question is too blatant.

And...

she lowered her head in frustration, poking her fork around in the plate aimlessly.

Duan Baiting hasn't asked her to go to the president's office recently, so he definitely doesn't want to see her.

Seeing that she looked distraught from the moment before, Shizuka reached out to stop her behavior.

"Let this piece of salmon go. It's already died tragically, and now it has to continue to be whipped by the fork in your hand."

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and put down the fork.

Shizuka asked her, "What's wrong? You look like you're dying?"

She sighed and said nothing with a look on her face that clearly showed something was wrong.

"You say it's okay, but the corners of your mouth are almost drooping to your chin."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Really?"

She was so scared that she quickly took out a mirror to look at herself.

Then he muttered in a low voice: "Liar."

Shizuka smiled and said, "I was just making an analogy. But what's wrong with you? You look so bitter."

Song Wanyue was dejected and depressed. She had no appetite for her favorite sushi.

After a long time, she spoke in a muffled voice: "Duan Baiting seems to hate me."

There was a hint of grievance and crying in her voice.

Jingxiang narrowed her eyes: "Duan Baiting hates you?"

Song Wanyue nodded.

He didn't actually ignore her.

The greatest charm of a mature man is that his emotions are always stable and he will not do childish things like cold violence.

If I encounter it at home, I won't avoid it intentionally. She talked to him and he responded.

But Song Wanyue could feel that his attitude towards her was different from before.

Eyes.

"The way he looks at me now is no different from the way he looks at Aunt Tan and Xiao Huan."

Song Wanyue picked up the fork again and continued to tamper with the salmon on the plate. "The way he looks at me now is no different from the way he looks at this piece of salmon."

Shizuka looked at the piece of salmon that had been ravaged by her and comforted her: "It's actually quite normal. It's a business marriage. There may be some novelty at the beginning, but when the novelty wears off, only superficial politeness will remain. Wanwan, you and I should all know these things."

She was not trying to pour cold water on Song Wanyue, but people should be more realistic.

Duan Baiting has long been known for being cold-blooded and heartless.

This is exactly what a qualified person in power should have. Excess kindness and affection are just burdens.

If you marry him and don't expect any love, you will live better than anyone else.

Power, status, money, fame, everything.

Song Wanyue naturally understood these things.

She has always thought so since she married Duan Baiting.

This is a marriage without any feelings, and what she needs to do is to maintain this relationship.

It's just...

I know it clearly in my heart, but I just feel so blocked.

I was so depressed that I even had no appetite to eat.

Song Wanyue yawned and began to feel sleepy.

Seeing that her friend was really not motivated, Shizuka asked her to tell her the whole story so that she could help her analyze it.

"It's impossible that the novelty has suddenly worn off. Something must have happened. Maybe you have offended him, or maybe your recent appearance doesn't meet his aesthetic standards?"

Song Wanyue expressed her dissatisfaction with the last point: "I look so beautiful every day."

Shizuka was overjoyed and agreed with her: "Yes, yes, yes."

Song Wanyue's beauty is obvious to all, and anyone with eyes can see it.

So this rule is not true.

The only possibility is that she did something to anger the Emperor.

Song Wanyue felt even sadder: "He must have started to dislike me because he saw me drunk."

Shizuka was stunned: "No way. Have you ever gotten drunk in front of him?"

Song Wanyue's drunken appearance was disliked even by her good friend.

Not to mention Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue held her head in her hands and lay on the table in pain: "Not only did I get drunk in front of him, but also..."

She told Shizuka everything in detail.

Shizuka started dating in high school and has countless ex-boyfriends and a very rich love history, so naturally she has much more experience in this regard than Song Wanyue.

After hearing her words, she fell into deep thought.

I want to stand on my friend's side, but I also feel that I cannot go against my conscience.

After a long silence, she felt embarrassed: "Why do I feel that the fault is yours?"

Song Wanyue felt more aggrieved: "Even you don't stand on my side."

Jingxiang calmed her emotions, and analyzed with her clearly: "Think about it, put yourself in his shoes, if Duan Baiting slept with you after getting drunk, and then asked you to forget about it when he woke up, what would you think, would you listen to him?"

Song Wanyue looked innocent: "Yes. Anyway, he often sleeps with me, even when he is not drunk..."

Jingxiang interrupted her: "Is there a possibility that he cares about what you said when you were drunk. You asked him to forget even this, and said it was all fake, so he is angry?"

Song Wanyue tilted her head slightly.

There was clear stupidity in those beautiful and lively eyes: "Words? What words?"

Shizuka touched her chin and pondered. So what on earth was that that could shake the iceberg-like mood of Duan Baiting?

"You can't remember it anyway, so why not just ask him directly. Then be a little more obedient and gentle, and act like a spoiled child when necessary."

If Duan Baiting doesn't buy it, then there's nothing I can do.

Song Wanyue nodded blankly, as if this was the only thing she could do.

Finally, Shizuka asked a question that struck her soul: "Why do you suddenly care about Duan Baiting? Aren't you very afraid of him?"

She narrowed her eyes, "You are not in love with Duan Baiting, are you?"