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After being praised, Miss Song started to become proud, with her chin raised and a look of triumph.

But it just makes people feel cute.

Duan Baiting was completely helpless with her and often had the illusion that he was not treating his wife, who was only three years older than him.

More like a spoiled and pampered daughter.

Song Wanyue put her arm around his arm again and confirmed with him: "Do I have to follow you every step of the way?"

The ancestral hall was close enough that the fluttering rooftops could be seen.

After several renovations, the area covered has been expanded. It looks grand and solemn during the day, but a bit eerie at night.

Especially with candles burning all night.

He held her hand in his palm and said in a calm tone that did not allow for argument: "Yeah."

There was a street lamp next to them, and she deliberately walked on his shadow.

Duan Baiting saw it, and there was a hint of helplessness and childishness in his eyes.

Song Wanyue was not very happy: "Are you afraid that I will get into trouble? I'm not a child. Don't always treat me like a child like my parents do. I didn't see you in bed...you were very hard-working at that time."

"No." He seemed to be much more tolerant of her recently, even though she always said some unorthodox things without restraint.

"I'm afraid you'd get lost."

Song Wanyue smiled and held his hand tightly: "You obviously just want to see me all the time."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes to look at her, and after a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze calmly.

She didn't answer this question.

It was not until she stepped over the too-high threshold of the ancestral hall that Song Wanyue truly understood what Duan Baiting had just said.

I glanced around but still couldn't take in the entire scene. The solemn and ancient buildings were tall and magnificent.

The candlelight flickered, and behind the door stood many vermilion tablets.

There is no such custom in Song Wanyue's hometown, but she has heard about it to some extent.

Some large families pay great attention to this aspect. The charitable donations made in the name of ancestor worship each year alone can support hundreds of companies.

Song Wanyue was no longer as nonchalant as before, and she held his arm tightly without Duan Baiting's reminder.

I dare not leave him for a moment, wishing I could become his personal accessory.

Wherever he goes, I will go there.

Those who were keeping watch were all young people, and when they saw Song Wanyue coming, their eyes all fell on her.

There are doubts and curiosity.

Song Wanyue greeted them with a generous smile.

She was dressed elegantly and gracefully today, like a typical rich girl.

The slightly curly long hair makes her look more cute, and her sweet smile makes her look even more lovely.

The image of the spoiled young lady is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Most of them also have some knowledge about this sister-in-law. The only daughter of the Song family, she married Duan Baiting two years ago.

Although they have been married for more than a year, no one in the entire Duan family has ever seen her true face.

He wasn't even invited to the wedding.

I only know that it was held privately and it wasn't as grand and ostentatious as expected.

After learning that the Duan and Song families had formed a marriage alliance, the media became eager to get first-hand news.

But later, for some reason, no one dared to mention this matter again.

Not even a hint of news was leaked.

So no one in the Duan family has ever seen Song Wanyue.

All I know is that she must be a beauty, at least the kind of beauty that can catch Duan Baiting's eye.

After seeing her today, I feel that the title of beauty is too vulgar to describe her.

Her unforgettable looks make her most attractive, but her unique temperament is the most attractive.

It's hard to describe it in words, but I always feel that people like her should be treated well.

Like an exquisite and expensive piece of porcelain, it needs to be placed in a display cabinet with layers of protection.

Just one look from a distance is enough.

It doesn't mean that she is a useless vase.

But judging from her looks, even if she is really just an empty-headed vase, she still makes people want to pity and care for her.

That is indeed the case. Right now, this exquisite vase is nestling in the arms of the famous and serious man from the Duan family.

"Duan Baiting, there are too many mosquitoes."

She sounded aggrieved. She had been standing here for a while and had been bitten several times on the neck.

The last thing she could imagine was that there were mosquitoes in winter.

Plus, she attracts mosquitoes.

Duan Baiting waved his hand gently to drive her away, then took her away from the light and candlelight.

There are many mosquitoes in bright places.

"Are you still itchy?"

She shook her head: "Should I go say hello to the elders in your family?"

"No need." Duan Baiting shook the blanket in his hand and covered it for her, "They are not here."

Song Wanyue looked forward and saw the young people sitting not far away. They were probably Duan Baiting's younger brothers and sisters.

Many of them looked to be the same age as her, and some had obviously just reached adulthood.

Most of the eyes didn't even have time to move away from her.

After looking around, Song Wanyue whispered her relief: "It's a good thing that I was arranged to marry you."

Duan Baiting raised his eyes: "Huh?"

She smiled: "Because you are the most beautiful."

He was silent for a moment, and a short laugh came from his throat.

Duan Xianyu watched from the side for a while and was very interested in his sister-in-law.

He has a strange temper and has been spoiled by his parents since childhood.

He would try anything that interested him, whether legal or illegal.

So even though he is only 25 years old now, he has been to prison three times.

In any case, given Duan Baiting's personality, maintaining outward respect and politeness is already the highest etiquette.

Duan Baiting is definitely not a kind-hearted person, and Duan Xianyu doesn't believe that he would ever be so indulgent to others.

To put it bluntly, it's just a show in front of our ancestors.

Otherwise, how can we say that he can succeed? After all, who can think so carefully?

Duan Xianyu bit the cigarette and laughed coldly.

Song Wanyue lifted the blanket and insisted on snuggling into his arms and acting coquettishly: "Blankets are not warm enough, I want you to hold me."

Duan Baiting unbuttoned his coat and wrapped her in it.

Song Wanyue said that it was her first time to come to the ancestral hall to keep vigil, and she found it quite fresh.

Duan Baiting said in a low voice: "Won't you be bored?"

She shook her head: "In the past, maybe. But I'm not bored when you're with me."

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her face in the moonlight.

His fingertips subconsciously traced lightly on her thin eyebrows. Her bone structure was not very three-dimensional, but she had a gentle and pretty temperament, like a beautiful girl from a small family.

The curve of the brow bone is not very rough, which is completely opposite to him.

When I was in the UK, I was often mistaken for a mixed Chinese and British race.

He has a European bone structure, deep and three-dimensional. His eyebrows and eyes have the elegance of an Asian.

The two incompatible temperaments complement each other in him.

He gave people an unfathomable coldness, and since he was a very serious person, no one dared to approach him.

And at this moment, this person who people dare not approach patiently asked his wife: "Why."

Song Wanyue looked up, but did not say it directly. Instead, she asked him with a smile: "You are so smart, can't you guess it?"

His heart was slightly numb, and he could not tell whether it was because of her smile or because of the answer that suddenly popped up in his mind.

I know clearly that even she herself doesn't have the answer even if she doesn't say it.

Just teasing him casually to let his thoughts wander.

Duan Baiting is good at seeing through people's minds, but he can never see what Song Wanyue is thinking.

Obviously her mind was so pure that all her emotions were revealed.

It's like the open cards in a gambling game.

He could guess anyone's hidden card, but he just couldn't understand hers.

When it was time to burn incense, Song Wanyue was unable to go in with him.

Although this is considered a bad custom, regardless of gender or surname, Song Wanyue is not qualified to step into the mourning hall.

Duan Baiting wrapped the blanket around her again and looked at her with some concern.

Until the latter sat there obediently and assured him: "Don't worry, I will wait for you here and won't run around."

Only then did he nod: "I'll be back soon."

After he went in, Song Wanyue did not run around at first, but later her attention was attracted by the mural next to her.

He gathered the blanket around his shoulders and walked over to admire it carefully.

The scale of this ancestral hall is consistent with the surname "Duan".

Although it has become too old due to the passage of time, the exquisiteness of every place subtly demonstrates its financial strength.

Take the inscription on this plaque for example. It was written by a great master. If it were put up for auction, it would fetch at least eight figures.

Not to mention the murals and stone carvings that can be seen everywhere.

She reached out to touch it with shock on her face, and the cool stone wall made her feel like she was traveling through time and space.

As footsteps sounded, a faint sour smell wafted over. So faint that you can't even smell it.

But for someone as picky as Song Wanyue, she is particularly sensitive to smells.

She didn't know how to describe the smell. It wasn't really stinky, but it just made her feel disgusted.

He frowned subconsciously.

The man came up to her and introduced to her the origin of the stone wall with a smile.

Song Wanyue didn't listen carefully and only got a rough idea in the end.

——The stone wall has a great origin.

She nodded listlessly: "Is that so? That's pretty impressive."

The eldest daughter has always had a temper, and it is especially obvious when facing people she hates.

Saying one more word would be a waste of words.

This man spoke in a frivolous and casual manner, and his eyes were filled with malicious intent. Song Wanyue didn't understand whether he was treated highly by others given his status. She was too lazy to give him a good look.

He turned around and left arrogantly. Duan Xianyu followed him: "Why, have you been with my elder brother for too long, and your taste has been improved by him?"

After all, he is somewhat related to Duan Baiting, as they have some similarities in their features.

But they are far inferior to him; one is like the moon in the sky, and the other is like the mud on the ground.

The only thing that stands out is that it is somewhat similar to him.

But strictly speaking, Duan Xianyu's appearance can be considered handsome, but he just doesn't catch Miss Song's eye.

The little princess, who grew up in the castle, received the best education and attended cocktail parties and dinners where top people gathered.

Everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation is the best.

He is famous for his arrogant personality.

How could she not hear the other party's obvious mocking tone?

He simply stopped, raised his chin slightly, and looked him up and down with an arrogant look.

"It's not because of your brother, it's just that I have always had high taste. People like you should not humiliate yourself in front of me."

She had a bright smile and a sweet voice, and she always spoke in a coquettish manner to everyone.

But the undisguised disdain and contempt was very obvious.

Duan Xianyu smiled contemptuously: "I heard my friends mention my sister-in-law before, but you probably don't know that I have a friend who was your high school classmate."

"Really?" She reached out and brushed her long hair behind her shoulders. "I had so many high school classmates, but I can't remember many of them."

Duan Xianyu walked towards her: "My sister-in-law is beautiful and has many suitors. It's normal that she can't remember people. I have been longing for my sister-in-law for a long time."

He walked closer and closer, and was about to touch her.

Song Wanyue frowned, took a step back, and covered her nose.

Her dislike for Duan Xianyu was self-evident, and her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The smell on him was really strange, a burnt, sour smell.

To Song Wanyue, it felt both strange and disgusting.

I had intended to endure it out of politeness, but the closer he got, the stronger the smell became.

I really couldn't help it.

Duan Xianyu also wanted to hook up with his sister-in-law to make his brother a cuckold.

As a result, this woman...

the smile on his face gradually couldn't be suppressed.

Especially Song Wanyue couldn't help but dry heave.

Duan Xianyu's face looked extremely ugly: "If you do that to me again..."

He was about to lose his temper, but Song Wanyue threw herself into the man's arms with an aggrieved face and started to complain: "He cursed."

Duan Baiting had just finished burning incense, and the smell of incense on his body had not yet dissipated.

Song Wanyue took a few deep breaths in his arms, and the sour smell finally disappeared.

Duan Baiting looked at Duan Xianyu coldly, and the latter had an ugly expression as if he had eaten bitter herbs.

Damn it, he hasn't even started swearing yet.

This woman still has the nerve to complain?

Song Wanyue clutched his coat tightly in her small hands: "He stinks and he kept getting close to me. I couldn't help it... so I dry-heaved, and he scolded me very harshly."

Duan Baiting's eyes were gloomy and his voice was low, but not threatening. He spoke calmly as if asking him what he wanted to eat for dinner today.

But what he said shocked Song Wanyue.

"Duan Xianyu, do you want me to break your other leg too?"

Duan Xianyu's face looked miserable.

Memories of his childhood came flooding back. At that time, he was in junior high school and Duan Baiting was only two years older than him.

My only impression of this elder brother is that he was thrown abroad and grew up alone. Except for a brief return on New Year's Eve every year to worship their ancestors.

The second-generation dandy who was spoiled by his parents wanted to teach his unfavored cousin a lesson.

So I smashed his notebook in front of him.

Because I happened to see him using a notebook to complete his class assignments.

This was a simple show of force, but the consequences made him stay in the hospital for half a month.

The plaster on the leg also remained for three months.

Duan Baiting didn't even do it himself. It was his bodyguards who dragged Duan Xianyu into the house.

Duan Xianyu was fourteen at that time, and Duan Baiting was sixteen.

It was also from then on that Duan Xianyu felt a kind of fear mixed with hatred towards Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue didn't expect Duan Baiting to be so fierce.

But she was not afraid of him at all. She was held in his arms with a wronged look on her face. Then, a pair of eyes appeared from his arms and she looked at Duan Xianyu proudly.

Duan Xianyu: "..."

This damn green tea.

She finally understood why Duan Baiting always refused to take her to meet his family.

Everyone was very confused, including the other brothers and sisters except Duan Xianyu.

That kind of superficial enthusiasm was so superficial that even someone like her who was not very good at analyzing people's hearts could see that it was a disguise.

This also proves that they never thought of successfully getting away with it.

It was so perfunctory that even the disguise seemed perfunctory.

After Duan Xianyu left, Duan Baiting took Song Wanyue out of his arms: "What did he just say?"

Song Wanyue raised her eyes, feeling a little guilty: "Did you tell that I was lying?"

"Yeah."

He did not scold her, but it gave people the feeling that he was going to curse at her in the next second.

And that person was very strange, looking moody.

"I hate him and I can't explain why. And he has a strange smell, which is very unpleasant."

Duan Baiting's expression changed slightly, he lowered his head and comforted her softly: "Don't think too much."

She nodded.

The lingering sour smell on Duan Xianyu's body came from his years of bad habits, and he still couldn't completely quit it after being imprisoned several times.

Because of this incident, Duan Baiting stayed by her side all the time in the second half of the night.

Song Wanyue felt groggy and sleepy.

Even if you have slept all day, your biological clock is still playing tricks on you.

I started feeling drowsy after midnight.

This sleep was not very sound, after all, I was outside and not lying in bed.

I had a bizarre dream all night.

She couldn't remember what the dream was about.

It was already dawn and the youngsters who were on night watch had all left, but Duan Baiting was still here, probably in part because Song Wanyue hadn't woken up yet.

It was not until she got up from his arms that she realized there were several elders sitting at the square tables around her.

Maybe their ancestors really had some European ancestry, as almost everyone's bone structure is very three-dimensional.

An elder was looking at Song Wanyue with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Song Wanyue felt that she was being rude and subconsciously touched the corner of her lips. She was relieved when she found no saliva.

He stood up and greeted everyone one by one.

Although she is spoiled, she still has proper manners.

Especially towards elders, be respectful.

The latter nodded and looked at Duan Baiting: "You should go back and rest early. There is only one day left. Thank you for your hard work."

Duan Baiting's tone was very calm, different from usual. He spoke with respect for his elders: "Then we will go first."

Song Wanyue was still dazed and said goodbye to the elders.

After returning to the courtyard, Song Wanyue took a bath first.

Originally, she wanted to take a shower with Duan Baiting, but the latter knew his own endurance very well.

Although he has always restrained his rationality, when faced with that body that has a fatal temptation to him, his rationality becomes an illusion.

She was too tired and didn't have the energy to endure this fierce battle that couldn't be ended in a short time.

So I rejected the proposal.

After taking a shower, Song Wanyue lay on the bed waiting for Duan Baiting to finish.

While waiting for him, she played with her cell phone.

I accidentally clicked on a certain software, which was monitoring my sleep quality.

There is a function to record sleep talking, and she saw that she had a lot of sleep talking today.

There were even several of them an hour ago.

An hour ago? She was still in the ancestral hall, in Duan Baiting's arms.

She actually talked in her sleep under such circumstances?

With a questioning attitude, she clicked on the voice message.

First there was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and then a slight swallowing of saliva.

After a large amount of meaningless noise ended, Song Wanyue heard her own voice coming from the receiver.

With a weak and naive voice: "Tingting, hug me."

She was stunned.

Um?

Perhaps because she didn't get a response, she started to act coquettishly. It was just dream talk, so her words were vague, as if she was holding a piece of candy in her mouth: "You ignore me, does that mean you don't love me anymore?"

Then came the man's slightly awkward cough: "Cough cough."

It wasn't Duan Baiting's, but the voice sounded familiar.

It seemed to be the elder sitting at the table next to her when she just woke up.

"It's too tiring to keep watch all night. She's just a little girl, I think she must be really tired."

Duan Baiting said calmly: "A little bit."

The awkward atmosphere could be felt even through the phone.

The elder obviously wanted to ease the situation by changing the subject: "You've been married for so long, when do you plan to have a baby?"

Without waiting for Duan Baiting to answer, Song Wanyue spoke softly: "I am his baby."

"..."

Song Wanyue, holding the phone, felt hopeless.

What on earth did she say in front of the elders?

Why didn't Duan Baiting wake her up! Why didn't you cover her mouth in time! Knowing that she talks in her sleep without restraint!