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The news that Sister Tao was fired spread in the company just before leaving work.

There was no unnecessary punishment, which was a blessing in disguise.

After safely getting through the crisis of being fired, Xiao He asked Song Wanyue in the office: "What did President Duan say to you when he called you to the office?"

She had nothing to pack, so she carried her Himalaya rare leather bag and said calmly: "What else can he say? He praised me for my good looks."

Xiao He: "..."

It was raining heavily outside and Xiao He forgot to bring an umbrella.

At this time and in this weather, it would take at least 40 minutes to get a Didi taxi.

He could only stand at the company door and pray that the rain would stop soon.

The pink Lamborghini drove up to him and stopped. Xiao He took a step back, fearing that he might scratch the luxury car and lose his entire salary in compensation.

The car showed no intention of driving away, but instead lowered its window.

Until he poked out a pair of eyes, cautiously afraid of being wetted by the rain.

"Xiao He? You haven't left yet."

It was Song Wanyue's voice.

Seeing that the car owner was Song Wanyue, Xiao He lamented the gap between the rich and the poor, and sighed: "I forgot to bring an umbrella."

Song Wanyue always likes to help others, let alone a colleague from the same department: "Get in the car, I'll take you there."

Xiao He's face lit up, and he said, "That's so embarrassing."

But he honestly walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and got in.

The incense in the car was jasmine, exactly the same scent as Song Wanyue's.

He was slightly wet with rain, and Song Wanyue handed him a blanket, asking him to wipe himself off so as not to catch a cold.

Xiao He looked at the Hermès blanket she handed to him, took it with a guilty conscience, and didn't dare to really wipe it.

This thing is so expensive, what if it gets damaged?

I can't afford to pay for it.

Song Wanyue asked for his home address. After he told her the name of the neighborhood, she lowered her head and entered the navigation.

Before the car could start again, it was blocked by a black Porsche.

This Porsche is like a roadblock, domineeringly occupying the entire intersection.

Song Wanyue honked the horn several times in a row, but the other side remained indifferent.

Xiao He looked at the luxury car through the windshield in amazement.

What is expensive is not the car, but the license plate number.

The number one of the order number.

It was sold for $15 million at a charity auction in 2013. The buyer did not disclose any information, and

the outside world only knew that he was a young man.

What luck I have today, I even ran into a big shot of this level.

Song Wanyue, who was standing by, frowned as she held the steering wheel and honked the horn several times.

Who is this person? Does he have eyes?

Don't you know that you are blocking the road?

If it hadn't been raining outside, she would have gotten out of the car to argue.

Xiao He advised her from the side: "The guy opposite looks like a big guy who you can't afford to offend, so why don't we just forget it. It seems we can reverse here."

After hearing his words, Song Wanyue frowned in disbelief: "You want me to let him go now? Are you kidding me? I was here first!!"

The eldest lady who has been spoiled by her family since she was a child has never known what it means to be patient and keep peace.

He was so angry that he was out of control. He was not even afraid of getting wet in the rain. He rolled down the car window and stuck his entire head and half of his shoulder out.

"You're so angry, can't you see any car going out?"

She has a sweet voice, but naturally doesn't have much momentum. When she gets angry, it sounds like she's acting like a spoiled child.

Now he started speaking in dialect again.

Xiao He inexplicably felt that Song Wanyue now was like a precious and exquisite ragdoll cat.

At this moment, with that pretty face raised and fangs bared, you don't feel much intimidation at all. Instead, you feel that his fierce look is quite cute.

However, her "threat" unexpectedly worked.

The passenger door opened, and the hand holding the umbrella reached out of the car and opened the umbrella.

Pure black umbrella cover, with the logo engraved on the wooden handle.

The tall man in a neat suit walked to the driver's seat of the Lamborghini and smiled politely: "Ms. Song, the road is slippery in rainy days and it is not easy to drive. Your car has a low chassis, so it is safer to transfer."

Song Wanyue knew him. He was Duan Baiting's bodyguard and always followed behind him.

Like a robot, he doesn't listen to anyone except Duan Baiting.

She looked forward again and saw that the black Porsche was still parked there motionless.

It seems that the car belongs to Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue said in a cold tone: "I drive very steadily, no need to change."

The man smiled and showed no intention of backing down: "Miss Song, I hope you won't make things difficult for me."

The implication was that he was just an employee who followed his superiors' orders.

Song Wanyue was speechless.

Duan Baiting usually doesn't care about her, but this time he starts to care about her.

She said impatiently: "Then what should I do with my car? I can't just park it here."

"When Mr. Duan travels, I occasionally act as his driver."

In other words, this Lamborghini and Xiao He in it can be handed over to him without any worries.

When Xiao He heard him mention Mr. Duan, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

That car...

the person sitting in that car is Duan Baiting? !

Let's talk about Mr. Duan from Yi Capital? ? ?

Song Wanyue's patience was only as big as a fingernail, and it was worn away with the passage of time.

I know it's a waste of time to stay here any longer.

Judging from the situation, if she didn't get out of the car, the Porsche would stay there forever.

She cursed and reached for the car door.

The bodyguard stepped back consciously, opened the car door first, and lifted the edge of the umbrella slightly upwards, over the car body, shielding her from the rain without leaving a single gap.

-Inside

the car, the heater was on, and the woody scent mixed with the slightly bitter agarwood made people drowsy.

During the stalemate, the sky gradually darkened.

The lights inside the car were not on, and the space was dim, with only the faint light from the starry sky ceiling.

Almost negligible.

Duan Baiting took off his coat, leaving only a dark gray suit vest and a white shirt.

There are cuffs on his arms, and you can vaguely see the strong arm muscles.

The majestic aura he exuded remained unchanged, even though he was resting with his eyes closed.

Song Wanyue couldn't see his eyes.

The hormones in the air made her breathing a little rapid.

But it was raining outside and she couldn't open the car window.

She felt uneasy. Strictly speaking, she and Duan Baiting were rarely in such a close space.

No matter how good the shock absorption of a Porsche is, it is still inevitable to be bumpy when it encounters uneven roads.

Although he had tormented me tirelessly all night last night, my body was covered with all kinds of ambiguous marks.

But Song Wanyue still had the courage to wear a short-sleeved dress.

When the vehicle bumped around, it would occasionally bump into his arm.

The shirt fabric was of moderate hardness and softness, and after being worn for a long time, it took on some of his body temperature.

The touch at this moment reminded Song Wanyue of last night.

She was quite bold when she took the initiative to seduce him, but now when she thinks back on those scenes, she belatedly feels a little... ashamed.

The car was really quiet. The driver was concentrating on driving, even controlling his breathing.

Therefore, Song Wanyue's restless movements seemed particularly eye-catching.

Duan Baiting finally opened his eyes: "Is the seat leaking electricity?"

Song Wanyue: "..."

She finally realized what was wrong.

Just now in the dim light, he closed his eyes and rested, with his profile sunk in the shadows.

The contours are deep, like sculptures.

He is naturally elegant and noble, and his aura is extremely oppressive.

In fact, it is quite in line with her aesthetic.

Song Wanyue dispelled the terrible thought that had just occurred to her, snorted softly, and distanced herself from him.

He sat almost against the car door: "Why did you block me just now?"

He said calmly: "There is a banquet at 8 o'clock, I'll take you to meet some people."

Song Wanyue was curious: "Who, your parents?"

Since getting married, Song Wanyue has only met Duan Baiting's mother once, and that was at the wedding.

As for his father, I heard that he remarried in his early years and started a new family.

Hearing this, Duan Baiting's eyes darkened.

I don't know if it was Song Wanyue's illusion, but the darkness in his eyes quickly disappeared.

Perhaps it was because the vehicle happened to pass through a place without street lights, so his eyes seemed deep.

"You'll know when you get there."

He didn't want to say more, so he dealt with it perfunctorily and closed his eyes again.

Song Wanyue was left sitting there alone, curious.

The car stopped in front of Yanyu Tower.

The store is as its name suggests, with an ancient style and a Jiangnan flavor.

The teahouse was booked today, and there were several well-trained security guards standing outside.

As soon as the car stopped, someone came out to greet us, calling us Mr. Duan, with a warm and flattering smile.

Song Wanyue had seen this kind of scene many times, so she was not surprised.

But she quite liked the style of this building and looked around for a while.

After greeting Duan Baiting, the middle-aged man finally looked at her, paused for a moment, and asked knowingly: "Mr. Duan, who is this..."

Duan Baiting's expression remained unchanged: "My wife."

He lowered his head and lowered his voice: "Wanyue, say hello."

Hearing him suddenly call her so intimately, Song Wanyue was a little uncomfortable.

Song Wanyue, who had followed her parents to various dinner parties since she was a child, was not at all stage fright in such occasions.

With a decent smile, she greeted the other party: "Hello, Song Wanyue."

The man showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "So it's Miss Song. My apologies, I was blind and didn't recognize you just now."

Song Wanyue has a beautiful face that anyone with a discerning eye can see.

Her beauty lies between delicate and gentle. If a beauty that is stunning at first sight is compared to a rose, then a beauty that is pleasing to the eye is compared to a peony.

Then its top note is rose and its base note is peony.

With her beautiful face and rosy cheeks, even if she said nothing, just standing beside him, she would be a priceless and exquisite vase.

But she not only spoke, but also spoke a lot.

The white arm was around Duan Baiting's arm, and he looked left and right.

She quite likes the style of this teahouse.

There was a blue and white porcelain vase on the table next to her, and she recognized it as Yuan blue and white porcelain at a glance.

"My grandma must like it here." She looked around and suddenly said this.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes.

She is like a joyful little peacock, with stunning appearance and a mixture of nobility and delicacy.

I never know what it means to be low-key. I think beauty should be displayed openly.

He talks a lot, regardless of the occasion.

Especially compared with Duan Baiting, who is very frugal with words: "My grandmother used to be an antique restorer. Her only hobby now is collecting some antique vases and landscape paintings."

There are many antiques here, so she likes it.

Duan Baiting ruthlessly exposed her admiration: "All those things outside are fakes."

The little peacock widened his eyes in surprise: "Ah? There are fakes in this kind of place, has the boss gone crazy because of poverty?"

He was really amused by her reaction this time, but it was only fleeting and quickly hidden deep in his eyes.

She held his left hand, and put his right hand slowly into his trouser pocket, raising his chin slightly: "It's really inside."

The inner hall of the teahouse is usually not open to the public and only receives distinguished guests. It is usually separated by screens and divided into several private rooms.

Today they were all withdrawn.

The doors on both sides opened outwards, and the security guards retreated to the side, waiting for Duan Baiting and Song Wanyue to enter.

She had a natural curiosity about new things, and she looked around subconsciously, even wanting to go closer to take a look several times.

Just as she let go of Duan Baiting's arm, she was gently pulled back by the man.

Suddenly, she fell into his arms.

She looked up at him with anger in her eyes.

Duan Baiting had no time to appreciate the picture of the frightened beauty.

His eyes were fixed in front of him, on a brightly lit inner hall. Several middle-aged men in suits walked out with warm smiles on their faces.

They were flanked by female companions, some wearing cheongsams and some wearing Chinese-style dresses.

Without exception, they are all expensive and high-end products that can be seen at a glance.

The middle-aged man in the lead stretched out his right hand and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since we last met. I heard that you got married a few days ago, and I wanted to go to the wedding to congratulate you in person. Unfortunately, I didn't receive an invitation, so I didn't dare to go rashly."

Duan Baiting simply half-shaked his hand and left it at that.

"The wedding is simple, so only relatives and friends are invited. I appreciate your kindness."

Duan Baiting is young, but his seniority is not low. To be honest, the other party should call him uncle.

But given the age difference, how could the other party call a young man who was more than ten years younger than him uncle, so he deliberately blurred the title.

Song Wanyue was born into a noble family and had seen many big scenes since she was a child. At this moment, she was decent and dignified and not stage-frightened.

From a distance, they look like a loving couple with good looks.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on her and said with a smile, "Is this Wanyue?"

Song Wanyue always smiled obediently in front of her elders: "Hello."

On the eve of the wedding, her mother told her that the customs and habits of North City and Shanghai were different, and the habits of the upper class were also quite different.

After getting married, she had to give up some of her previous habits.

In front of outsiders, try to show more affection with Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue is an obedient mama's girl. If her mother asks her to show more affection, she will naturally do so.

While greeting the other party, she put her arm around Duan Baiting's arm and leaned against him.

They played their roles of "loving couple" diligently and conscientiously.

Most of the female companions these people brought with them were familiar faces.

The actress of the current hit drama, the popular movie queen, and the extremely well-known supermodel.

In order to look good on camera, she usually eats less and maintains a slim and tall figure.

Song Wanyue seemed a little out of place among them.

Her skin is very white, the kind that glows among the crowd.

Because of her small frame, she still looks slender even though she has some flesh on her body.

A young face is full of collagen, with smooth and full lines.

Looks soft and sticky.

Standing next to the cold and dignified Duan Baiting, she is a naturally pampered and wealthy flower.

She doesn't need expensive haute couture or jewelry to set off her appearance. Just by standing there, you can tell that she is a well-protected rich girl.

It was not until this moment that Song Wanyue witnessed with her own eyes Duan Baiting's true status in the Beijing circle.

Those big guys who are usually admired by the outside world all bowed and nodded humbly in front of him and showed their utmost courtesy.

Even Song Wanyue who was beside him benefited from it.

While the men were talking to Duan Baiting, the female companions with them came over and showed their goodwill to Song Wanyue.

The topics they talked about were all about women.

Haute couture dresses, expensive jewelry, daily preparations for pregnancy, and choosing a school district housing for children.

The woman dressed in jewels pulled up her mink shawl and looked at Song Wanyue's belly with a smile: "I wonder when Mr. Duan and Mrs. Duan plan to have a baby. Or is there already movement in your belly?"

Song Wanyue was stunned: "I don't have any plans for the moment."

You must be kidding, she just graduated from college and she is still a child, how could she have a baby so early.

Jiang Zhiwan is also from Shanghai, and thanks to this relationship, he has more topics to talk about with Song Wanyue.

The men talked about business matters and they had no say.

At the table next to him, a man in his forties was talking to Duan Baiting with an enthusiastic smile.

He didn't listen seriously, and occasionally glanced over here.

Song Wanyue lowered her head and concentrated on sipping the tea.

He calmly turned his gaze away.

The woman saw all these subtle movements. Previously, I only heard that the eldest son of the Duan family and the eldest daughter of Shanghai were getting married, but the wedding was not a grand one.

After the marriage, everyone goes their own way, which is something that is not fully understood by the upper class.

What's more, on one side is the person in charge of a top financial group, and on the other side is a lady from a prominent family.

Even a blind person can see that this kind of combination is purely for the sake of interests, without any emotion.

But now it seems that this is not entirely the case.

At least the arrogant Duan Baiting could see this delicate young lady in his eyes.

As a good wife and supporter of her husband, all Jiang Zhiwan can do now is to maintain a good relationship with Song Wanyue.

The topics that married women talk about are not as obscure as those between unmarried girls. They have all experienced that kind of thing, so there is nothing to cover up.

"The sooner a child is born, the better. Mr. Duan is young and promising, full of vigor and looks strong and healthy." She paused deliberately, with a meaningful smile on her face, her eyes sweeping across Song Wanyue's plump chest, "You are at a stage of sexual dissatisfaction, and you two..."

Song Wanyue blushed.

How could this person speak...how could this person speak like that...

I have been taught since childhood to be well-educated, gentle and refined.

Song Wanyue is surrounded by people like this, but this is the first time she has met

someone who speaks so boldly.

Jiang Zhiwan lowered his voice and quietly taught her some skills: "I heard that if you do it in the early morning and reach orgasm twice in a row, you will be able to give birth to a son."

As for where this "reach" refers to, that was self-explanatory.

Song Wanyue didn't know how to respond and smiled awkwardly: "But I prefer daughters."

Jiang Zhiwan said: "That's simple, even numbers are sons, odd numbers are daughters."

Song Wanyue: "..."

-

Qu Jingheng talked about his new project, which happened to be in line with Tanyi Capital's expertise.

His words and deeds all showed that he hoped to get investment from him.

Of course, it would be great if we could cooperate.

"It was not opened previously due to policy reasons, and now it coincides with the economic recession, so it has to be postponed again and again. But the development route and main planning have long been formed, and it is a business that is sure to make a profit."

On the stage, Suzhou Pingtan was being performed before the auction began.

Duan Baiting did not refuse directly, but replied in a perfunctory voice: "Today's occasion does not seem suitable for discussing business."

He was usually calm and composed, making it difficult to tell his current mood.

But these words, which were not full of ups and downs, clearly gave a reminder.

That's all for this topic.

The man was sweating in his heart and stopped talking about work.

He then turned the topic to Song Wanyue: "Before, when I heard people mention that Old Song's granddaughter was extremely beautiful, I thought it was an exaggeration. But after seeing her today, I realize that those people were being conservative."

Duan Baiting raised his eyes slightly. Sitting in a private seat to the side, Song Wanyue was enjoying the Pingtan seriously.

Under the light, her skin was so white that it seemed to be blurred, and she seemed to be on a different level from others.

Duan Baiting pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and played with the ornaments on the table: "Really?"

His tone was casual, but one could vaguely hear some joy in it.

Qu Jingheng always paid attention to his emotional changes, fearing that he would say something wrong and offend him.

Seeing that he looked relaxed, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that we can't believe all the rumors from outside.

A while ago, a rumor came from somewhere that not long after the marriage, Duan Baiting went overseas, leaving his new wife alone in the empty house.

The division of the two places clearly shows that there is no emotion at all.

But now...

the man looked to the side and saw the little girl who was sitting at the same table with his wife and listening to the Pingtan attentively.

Young peaches and plums, lotus in the distant mountains. I'm afraid no man can refuse it.

The Song family was an aristocratic family that had been famous since the Ming and Qing dynasties.

My ancestors were all scholars, from the first-rank Taifu to the third-rank councillors, all of whom were well-known.

Take out the family tree and flip through it randomly, some of the names can still be found in textbooks.

As the only daughter of the Song family, Song Wanyue was naturally the marriage candidate that everyone in the Beijing circle was vying for.

What they are eyeing is the huge network of connections behind the Song family.

After all, marrying Song Wanyue is equivalent to marrying the entire Song family.

Qu Jingheng withdrew his gaze.

It's not surprising that the Song family finally chose Duan Baiting.

Whether it's his family background or him as a person, he is impeccable in the entire Beijing circle.

In just a few years, he restored peace to the Duan family, which had been in civil strife for decades, and made him the sole ruler.

He is cunning and decisive in killing. Not to mention people of the same age, even the elders like them are far from being able to reach that level.

The main show begins after the Pingtan is over.

Qu Jingheng took his wife away and went to the location arranged in advance by the organizer.

They are not qualified to sit here.

Duan Baiting sat down next to Song Wanyue and asked casually, "What did you talk about just now? You were so serious."