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Duan Baiting was still in the meeting, so he couldn't answer Song Wanyue's call in time.

When he called back, her voice was hoarse.

Crying till hoarse.

Duan Baiting sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly. He walked around the man who came to talk to him and strode out: "What's wrong? Are you feeling stomachache again?"

Secretary Qin apologized to the ignored man from behind: "Mr. Duan has some urgent matters to take care of, so he may not be able to attend the dinner later."

The other party was a big shot and he was a key figure in this project bidding.

According to Duan Baiting's usual style of doing things, he would never do such a thing without distinguishing the importance of the matter.

Secretary Qin tacitly agreed that what he had to deal with now was more important than bidding.

The man smiled and didn't say much.

"Please tell Secretary Qin that if Nephew Duan needs any help, please feel free to ask."

Inside the Maybach, the driver didn't dare to breathe, and held the steering wheel with great concentration.

Duan Baiting's air pressure is lower than ever.

This means that the temperature inside the car is not much higher than outside, even if the car heater is on.

"Why did you lie to me? You clearly knew who I was, but you didn't tell me. Even when I asked you, you denied it."

She must have cried for a long time. Not only was her voice hoarse, but her nasal tone was also very strong.

Duan Baiting rubbed his eyebrows: "Where are you now, at home? I'll be back soon."

"Duan Baiting, you want to fool me again, right? You think I'm easy to fool, right?"

Song Wanyue was unusually tough. She was no longer the girl who would judge the situation and take a step back if he took a step forward.

Once the atmosphere becomes tense, it becomes a tug-of-war between the two people, and it all depends on which side gives in first.

Otherwise, the thread in the middle will break sooner or later.

Duan Baiting was the one who bowed his head: "I won't fool you. I will explain it to you face to face."

"Just tell me now." She refused to give in.

Duan Baiting agreed with her: "Okay, I'll tell you now."

He asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road and got out of the car. It was very windy outside, but he was unaware of it.

"I apologize to you. This is my fault. I intentionally hid it from you from the beginning."

Song Wanyue smiled, but she was obviously feeling uncomfortable.

Maybe he felt he was ridiculous.

As sad as I was at that time, I am as angry now that he broke his promise and disappeared out of thin air.

"Have you ever thought about confessing to me if I hadn't found out?"

This section of road was very quiet, a one-way street with few vehicles passing by.

Except for a few electric vehicles crossing the road occasionally.

Someone in the car next to him whistled at him, and a clear female voice said, "Handsome guy, aren't you cold?"

Duan Baiting lit a cigarette.

He is not addicted, he just likes to use this thing to control his senses.

For example, right now, nicotine can calm him down.

"No."

Song Wanyue asked desperately, "Not even once?"

"No, not even once."

He answered in a low voice.

He didn't want to lie to her. Maybe lying to her at this time would make her feel better. But Duan Baiting also understood that behind a lie, there would be heavier consequences.

Just like now, he was also atonement for the previous lie.

After taking only two puffs of the cigarette, he returned to the car and asked the driver to drive faster.

While comforting Song Wanyue, he said, "I'll be home soon, let's talk face to face."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, "But I don't want to talk to you face to face."

Duan Baiting keenly noticed that something was wrong with her. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

"Song Wanyue."

He called her name, as if trying to awaken some of her sympathy for him.

It is hard to imagine that Duan Baiting, who usually appears cold and arrogant, also has a humble side.

The driver kept his eyes and nose on the road and concentrated on driving his car.

But I couldn't help but feel curious about what had happened that made this powerful man appear helpless and powerless.

Aunt Qin and the others were downstairs and didn't dare to go up.

Song Wanyue got very angry. Although she was spoiled and cried a lot in the past, she would be coaxed into crying immediately.

Today is unusual. I have been crying for such a long time and I haven't stopped.

Xiao Huan bit her lip and asked Aunt Qin, "Did you have a fight with your husband?"

Aunt Qin shook her head, looking worried, "It became like this after I saw the box on the table just now."

Song Wanyue didn't hate people lying to her, she didn't have so many taboos.

Telling her she's ugly would irritate her more than lying to her.

But today is different. The piled and surging emotions are like moss that keeps multiplying.

Growing in her heart.

The extremely tenacious vitality cannot be wiped out by a few words.

The more Song Wanyue cried, the sadder she became. The sadder she became, the more she cried. Her emotions were like a perpetual motion machine that was wound up.

"You are a liar, I hate you and don't want to see you!"

She cried until she couldn't breathe and even retched twice.

Bending over, his hands tightly grasped the edge of the table.

Duan Baiting's heart tightened and his lips turned pale: "If you feel unwell, tell Aunt Qin. I'll be home soon, right away."

Song Wanyue hung up the phone and started packing.

Duan Baiting kept urging the driver to drive faster, and in the end he ran through two red lights.

Fortunately, it was on a road with few vehicles.

Duan Baiting got out of the car and ran into the manor without even closing the door.

The man who always remained calm no matter what situation he encountered, rarely lost his mind today.

In the living room, Aunt Tan was cleaning up the mess on the floor.

These were just thrown out by Song Wanyue. They were all gifts given to her by Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting's breathing was heavy and disordered. He glanced at the ground and asked Aunt Qin, "Where is she?"

Aunt Qin hesitated and said, "She just left... dragging a suitcase."

After hearing her words, Duan Baiting turned around and was about to go out.

But he was stopped by Aunt Qin: "Although I don't know what happened between you two, but let her calm down now. She has been crying just now, and you will only irritate her if you go over there."

Duan Baiting remained silent, and the door was not closed. He looked at the scenery outside.

His eyes were dim.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned around dejectedly and asked Aunt Qin: "How does she look? I heard her retching a few times on the phone just now. Maybe her stomach problem hasn't healed yet."

"Her complexion is normal, but her eyes are swollen."

Duan Baiting nodded: "You go and take care of other things, I'll take care of this."

Aunt Qin looked at the mess on the floor: "But these..."

"It's okay."

After they left, Duan Baiting slowly squatted down and picked up the clothes on the floor one by one.

Then I saw the broken bowl, the torn greeting card, and the red rope bracelet next to it.

His movements paused for a moment.

I guess these are the culprits for her discovering everything.

I took it out and took a look at it yesterday, but forgot to put it away. I guess Aunt Tan mistook it for something she didn't want.

He picked up the pieces and tried to put them together.

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Song Wanyue booked a room in the hotel. Duan Baiting knew all her properties in North City. If she lived there, he would find her sooner or later.

She didn't want to see him just yet.

She wrapped herself in the quilt, her mind in a mess. The face of Kian that she had imagined in her mind gradually overlapped with Duan Baiting's.

But she still had a hard time imagining them as the same person.

When she couldn't sleep, Kian would sing to her. Duan Baiting only knew how to hug her, and she had never even heard him sing.

Kian would considerately buy her the doll she wanted, and Duan Baiting would just give her a card.

It's no wonder that she couldn't recognize me. People grow up, their age changes, and their mood changes.

She once loved this man so much that she even thought about flying to England to find him before they got engaged.

In the end, all these bold ideas were scrapped.

She still can't let go of her father and mother, and her family.

But I always feel sad, especially when I just married Duan Baiting.

She didn't want to live with this emotionless stranger, nor did she want to share a bed with him.

The resistance and rebellion are all written in his eyes.

Even if she had to attend an occasion with him, she would quickly distance herself from him away from the crowd.

She cried every night, her secret crush from her teenage years was much deeper than she thought.

She just kept him in her heart and didn't completely forget him.

Because I know it's impossible.

But I still tried very hard to completely forget him, as I felt it was unfair to Duan Baiting.

——The person next to you is thinking about someone else.

However, the person she tried so hard to forget was afraid of remaining in her heart.

But he is always by my side.

Duan Baiting, who knew everything, must have found her ridiculous.

As she thought about it, she started crying again.

My eyes were clearly hurting, and my eyelids were so swollen that they seemed like they would crack if I poked them lightly.

For the first time in her life, Song Wanyue didn't dare to look in the mirror. She must be very ugly now.

The cell phone was placed next to her. Two calls came in an hour ago, but she didn't answer them or look at them.

Someone else sent her a message half an hour ago, but she didn't read it.

I'm too lazy to even move.

She knew who made the call and who sent the message.

The ringtones are different.

At that time, she excitedly took her mobile phone to the study to find Duan Baiting and asked him to call her.

He was working and didn't understand why someone would make a phone call when the person was right in front of him.

But he still picked up the phone and did it.

Then the next second, a unique ringtone sounded.

She smiled and told him: "It's exclusive for you, so when you call me, I will answer your call at any time."

Liar!

Song Wanyue got up from the quilt angrily and went to get her cell phone to delete his ringtone.

As soon as I picked it up, I saw the unread message on it.

[Duan Baiting: Aunt Qin is not here today, so I made you your favorite cream stewed chicken. 】

【Duan Baiting: Tell me where you are and I will pick you up? 】

【Duan Baiting: At least let me know whether you are alone or with your friends now. 】

【Duan Baiting: Wanwan, I'm very worried. 】

Song Wanyue read the messages one by one and loosened her grip on the phone.

He rarely called her Wanwan.

It was late at night, no wonder he was worried.

There is almost no time when I stay out overnight.

My eyes were so swollen that it was difficult for me to see. Even though I was still angry, I couldn't help but want to hear his voice when I saw the message he sent.

When I was sad in the past, all I wanted was to see him immediately and lie in his arms.

But now, Duan Baiting has become the one who makes her sad.

When Shizuka called, she had just called the hotel front desk and asked them to send up some ice.

She wanted to apply ice to her eyes, otherwise they would only get more swollen tomorrow.

Shizuka asked her straight away if she had had a fight with Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue was stunned: "How do you know?"

Jingxiang sighed: "You can quarrel with a man as emotionally stable as Duan Baiting. It seems that I underestimated your strength."

Song Wanyue felt aggrieved: "He lied to me first, so I am the victim!"

Jingxiang coaxed hurriedly: "I didn't speak for him, I must be on your side. It's just that he called me just now and asked if you came to see me. I said I was in Shanghai, and he asked me to call you."

Song Wanyue curled up on the sofa with a bottle of red wine on the table.

She has checked it out and the degree is not very high.

"You don't have to pay attention to him." She said angrily, "I hate the thought of him now!"

Shizuka knew her very well. If she really hated someone, she would not be like this at all.

"No matter how much you hate him, you should still send him a message. I feel he is really worried. His breathing is even disordered."

After hearing what Shizuka said, Song Wanyue actually felt a little soft-hearted.

But soon, she gave up the idea.

He was the one who went too far, and he was also the one who lied.

"I don't want to talk to him now. Please tell him that I'm still alive."

Shizuka heard her weak voice. Although she was curious about what happened to them, she didn't ask.

"Okay." She comforted her again, "Don't be too sad. Do you need me to go back to North City to accompany you?"

"You are overwhelmed yourself. Don't worry about me. Take care of the things at home first."

It was still about arranged marriage. Her father was looking for a blind date for her again.

She has been rushing around like crazy lately, one after another.

After the call was hung up, the hotel waiter brought ice cubes.

Song Wanyue wrapped it in a towel and applied it above her eyes for a while.

Then he opened the cork of the red wine bottle.

Planning to drown my sorrows in alcohol.

It sounds quite beautiful, but his own strength is too poor. He fell on the sofa after drinking half a cup.

I was half asleep and felt like I fell off the sofa to the ground.

The marble floor was very cold. She huddled her arms and legs, but she didn't have the strength to get up.

Just sleep on the floor.

I didn't sleep well. I felt pain in my neck and legs, and I was cold.

In a daze, a pair of strong arms lifted her up from the ground.

She moaned softly twice and frowned uncomfortably.

The other person put her on the bed and warmed her hands and feet.

She felt the discomfort in her body gradually disappear.

Her face seemed to be touched by someone, but she was too lazy to open her eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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She didn't wake up until noon the next day. The red wine and wine glasses were still on the table, including the half glass that she had left yesterday.

She didn't remember how she moved from the sofa to the bed. Maybe she felt cold in the middle of the night and walked in by herself.

I called the hotel front desk and asked for a meal to be delivered to the room.

But I didn't have much appetite, so I put down my chopsticks after taking a few bites.

I thought my eyes would be terribly swollen today, but when I looked in the mirror, I found nothing unusual.

I think the perfunctory ice compress I applied yesterday was quite effective.

Song Wanyue was still in a very bad mood, and she was depressed. After dinner, she lay back on the bed.

I thought that when I fell asleep I wouldn't think about unhappy things.

But when she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with things that made her unhappy.

Why don't I go back to Shanghai? I'm not happy here anyway.

Song Wanyue thought about it, and for some reason, finally decided not to do so.

She was a little surprised that she didn't have a headache today after drinking half a glass of red wine last night.

With nothing to do in the hotel and feeling really stuffy, she put on her coat and prepared to go downstairs to buy some snacks.

There is a convenience store across the road from the hotel.

When she picked out some items and went to check out, someone had already scanned the code before her.

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment and looked up.

Duan Baiting reached out to take it: "Let me do it."

She stepped back holding the shopping bag in her hand.

"No need."

The voice was cold.

She walked away quickly, and after a while, seemed to have thought of something.

He stopped unhappily and started to ask, "How do you know where I am? Did you install a location sensor in my phone?"

Duan Baiting was still quiet, but his quietness at that moment was different from usual.

He pointed to the hotel next door and said, "This is under my name."

Song Wanyue was silent, feeling very angry.

He randomly chose a five-star hotel, but he never thought that it would also be his.

She was still angry and didn't want to have anything to do with him, so she threw the thing in her hand into his arms.

The tone was cold: "Since it's you who paid, then you take it, I don't want it."