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The chef on the island is a Michelin three-star chef and is good at French cuisine.

It is next to the sea, and you can enjoy the sea view while eating.

It was already night, and the lighthouse was reduced to a tiny dot in the distance.

Song Wanyue said she wanted to lose weight, but she ate just as much as anyone else.

Seeing that she had finished the whole pancake, Shang Heng asked the chef to bring another one.

He was extremely considerate: "You're growing, so eat more."

Song Wanyue's lips curled up in an elegant arc, her smile containing three parts of hypocrisy and seven parts of disgust. She even used honorifics towards him: "Thank you, but you should keep it for yourself. Respect the elderly and love the young." When

Shang Heng heard her last part about respecting the elderly and loving the young, he laughed so hard that his whole shoulders were shaking.

He looked at Duan Baiting: "Did you hear that? Your wife thinks you're old."

Duan Baiting took a sip of whiskey and ignored his words.

Surprisingly indifferent.

Shang Heng was not surprised at his reaction.

Although they met because of Xi Yang, and they had only met a few times.

But Duan Baiting was such a strange person that he was unforgettable.

Always alone.

To put it more pretentiously, even in a bustling crowd, his soul is isolated and separate.

That feeling is hard to describe in words. Shang Heng always felt that he was born to live out his life alone.

For him, this is actually the best option.

So when he learned the news that Duan Baiting was getting married, his first reaction was to make a bet with Xi Yang on how long it would take to get divorced.

Even if Duan Baiting doesn't care about this marriage in name only, his young wife may not be able to bear it.

She is in her early twenties, pretty and rich, and grew up surrounded by love.

But she has to face an iceberg in the long future.

It's like shouting in an empty valley, even if you scream at the top of your lungs, there will be no response, and you can only hear your own echo.

But the development of things was beyond his expectations.

Although Duan Baiting still looked as cold and indifferent as before, he did not give any response at all.

Song Wanyue was almost annoyed with Shang Heng. She was planning to go camping with Duan Baiting after dinner.

As a result, this person kept following them.

She couldn't bear it any longer: "Don't you have anywhere else to go?"

Shang Heng cut the steak slowly with the knife and fork in his hand, and shrugged: "There is no ferry on this island, and travel depends entirely on that private plane. The crew members are paid by your husband, and they can't listen to me."

"I mean, you go find someone else to play with. Aren't Yun Wei and Xi Yang also on the island?" "

Yun Wei?" Hearing the name, he smiled, "Why would I look for her?"

Although they were both smiles, the smile this time was obviously different from the previous one.

There was a hint of undisguised contempt in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

He raised the fork and put the steak into his mouth: "Why should I play with her? We are not the same kind of people."

Song Wanyue blinked, and realized belatedly that he must be looking down on Yun Wei.

This can be seen from the fact that he called Yun Wei out early in the morning to accompany her.

There is even no question of respect.

Shang Heng put down his knife and fork, leaned back in his chair and took out his cigarette box.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly: "Go out and smoke."

He had just put the cigarette in his mouth when he heard Duan Baiting's words, he stopped and looked up.

He first glanced at Duan Baiting, and then moved his gaze to Song Wanyue.

He understood, nodded, took the cigarette from his lips, and asked with a smile, "Have you never smoked?" He

asked while looking at Song Wanyue.

He always spoke in a nonchalant manner, and Song Wanyue's dislike for him extended to the business field.

I began to doubt whether this person could extract teeth.

Could it be that he got into that hospital by relying on his family connections?

Because she didn't want to lose face in front of him, she said stubbornly: "Of course I have, I did it in high school."

Now not only Shang Heng, but also Duan Baiting looked at her.

Noticed that somewhat sharp gaze.

Song Wanyue's heart skipped a beat.

It's bad, you're being too pretentious.

Shang Heng continued to add fuel to the fire: "You smoked in high school? What did you smoke? Sailor Moon cards?"

The mockery in his words was so implicit that he almost stuck the word "little brat" directly on Song Wanyue's forehead.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been pampered and coaxed wherever I went, but now it seems like I have met my nemesis.

Shang Heng's few words made her blood boil.

If he was still rational just now, now he has completely lost his mind and is pretending to be cool without caring about the consequences.

She looked arrogant, and afraid that he didn't understand Chinese, she mixed in some English: "Smoke! Smoke!"

Shang Heng nodded thoughtfully, and said "Oh" for a long time.

It brings out a meaningful feeling.

This is what it means to make people angry without being noticed.

Song Wanyue felt so angry that her wisdom tooth began to ache again.

She took the cigarette box that Shang Heng had placed on the table, wanting to prove with her actions that she was not lying.

As soon as I opened the box, Duan Baiting took it away.

"That's enough." He said in a calm tone, looking at Shang Heng with a cold gaze, "Stop teasing her."

All emotions burst out at this moment. Song Wanyue fell into Duan Baiting's arms with grievance and cried loudly.

Find someone to back you up.

The latter paused for a few seconds and stroked her back.

He raised his eyes to Shang Heng: "Isn't there a seminar at 8 o'clock?"

After his reminder, Shang Heng remembered.

I was so amused by the little moon that I forgot about my business.

He picked up his coat and prepared to leave, and did not forget to say hello to Song Wanyue: "Little Moon, see you later."

"Who wants to see you!" She let out a painful howl in Duan Baiting's arms that pierced her heart.

As soon as Shang Heng left, she started to complain about her grievances like Xianglin Sao in Duan Baiting's arms.

The central proposition is "I have never suffered such injustice in my life."

Unlimited expansion.

Duan Baiting raised his wrist to look at his watch. Thirty minutes had passed.

The aggrieved little moon in my arms has no intention of stopping.

He could only remind her: "It's late."

The nagging stopped.

Realizing that his patience was not even as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle, Song Wanyue left his arms.

There was only thunder but no rain. I howled for half an hour and even my eye makeup didn't fade.

She took out a mirror from her bag and looked at herself.

I feel relieved.

Still very beautiful.

She muttered a few words, wondering how Duan Baiting knew someone like Shang Heng.

She was indignant and said that if she didn't retaliate, she would be woken up by anger tonight.

Duan Baiting was not interested in the revenge she mentioned, and asked casually: "How to take revenge?"

Song Wanyue was confident: "I have my own clever plan."

He smiled nonchalantly.

Song Wanyue felt that it was very necessary to explain it to him.

"I never smoked in high school. I just lied to him."

Duan Baiting nodded: "I know."

She was stunned: "You know?"

He didn't even know her when she was in high school.

How did he know.

Duan Baiting obviously had no intention of explaining to her. He put on his coat and stood up, putting the box of cigarettes on the table into his coat pocket.

Song Wanyue looked at him intently: "Did you take Shang Heng's cigarettes?"

Duan Baiting glanced at her indifferently.

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty and looked away.

The guilty feeling of having one's thoughts seen through.

She had been coveting that box of cigarettes for a long time, thinking of taking it away when no one was around and lighting one secretly.

She was very curious about what smoke smelled like.

She pursed her lips and whispered to Duan Baiting, "I didn't want to smoke, I just... I just thought the box was shiny and beautiful. You know, I can't refuse anything shiny." What

she couldn't refuse was the shiny jewelry, not the waste paper.

But he didn't expose her, just said in a tone so light that no emotion could be heard: "Really."

Song Wanyue: "..."

She really wanted to take out her cell phone and call Shizuka to complain about what happened today.

The anger she endured today was more than what she had endured in the past twenty years combined.

One is Shang Heng, the other is Duan Baiting.

Considering that the latter was her husband and had a face that was hard to get angry with, she didn't bother with him.

A beautiful woman has a big heart, so let him go.

As for the former.

Song Wanyue's resentment towards him was so deep that it was almost engraved into her bones. A hundred years later, when they dug up the coffin and took out the bones, they found them covered with curses against Shang Heng.

After hearing her words, Duan Baiting sneered and said sarcastically: "My name was still engraved all over it during the day, and you changed people so soon?"

"It's different. What I feel for you is love, and what I feel for him is hatred. How can he compare with you?"

She said it with certainty and a serious expression.

Duan Baiting nodded, not sure whether he believed it or just didn't care at all.

The two walked out of the elevator, with the exit next to them and the lounge on the other side.

The door was not closed yet, and Shang Heng's coat was hanging on the wall.

Song Wanyue saw it at a glance.

Duan Baiting really didn't expect that her means of revenge would be so straightforward.

——Wrote "I am an idiot" on a piece of paper and secretly stuck it on Shang Heng's coat.

She originally wanted to write "idiot", but Duan Baiting was beside her, and she was afraid that her words were too vulgar and would ruin her image in his mind.

So I compromised and changed a word.

Fearing that she would be discovered during the operation, she asked Duan Baiting to keep watch for her outside.

Duan Baiting brought her back and pointed to the bright red dot in the corner: "There is surveillance."

He died halfway through his business venture.

After failing in her revenge, Song Wanyue stood there petrified in pain.

He released his hand and rubbed her head, "Let's go, idiot."

"What? It's all your fault. Is it necessary to install surveillance on this deserted island?" She muttered in dissatisfaction and followed him closely.

Duan Baiting saw that she was still holding the paper in her hand, and raised the corner of his lips calmly: "Not sticking it on anymore?"

How could the stupid beauty with a severely hurt fragile heart be in such a mood?

He resigned himself to his fate and stuck it to his forehead.

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He holds grudges against others, but when it comes to Duan Baiting, he gets angry quickly and leaves quickly.

The tent was set up on the beach by the sea. The street lights next to it were bright enough to reflect the shimmering water.

Song Wanyue took off her shoes and stepped on the beach: "The last time I went to the beach was after I graduated from the college entrance examination."

At that time, I was finally free, so I made an appointment with a few friends to go traveling together.

As a result, because the sun was too strong at the beach, applying sunscreen didn't do much good.

Still got tanned.

After returning home, I stay at home every day and spend twenty days in the beauty salon in a month.

It took more than two months to come back.

From then on, she avoided the sea like the plague.

Speaking of her own past, she became curious about Duan Baiting's past.

"Where have you traveled before?"

Duan Baiting was a mysophobe and did not sit directly on the beach like her, but took a folding chair from the tent.

"Some surrounding countries."

Song Wanyue picked up a shell from the sand: "Are you alone?"

Duan Baiting glanced at her hands covered in mud and sand and handed her a wet tissue.

As a result, after Song Wanyue took it, she used it very carefully to wipe the shell in her hand clean.

......

The man with severe mysophobia could only look away, out of sight, out of mind: "Hmm."

She looked up at him in disbelief.

Traveling alone was something she couldn't even think about.

It seems that he really has no friends.

"It would have been great if you had met me earlier."

He took two folding chairs, and Song Wanyue, who had picked up the shells, sat down beside him contentedly, "Then you wouldn't be so lonely."

Lonely?

In fact, he doesn't think so.

Many times, being alone makes you more comfortable. He hates crowded places.

Part of it is due to personality reasons, and part of it is also due to childhood experiences.

He has many relatives, including uncles, aunts, and uncles. and various cousins.

But those people fought with each other and never cared about their family and brothers.

By the time of Duan Baiting's generation, the situation was not much better.

There was a scandal a few years ago, but he spent money to suppress it.

Because of the bad nature in my bones, no matter how much I have, it is still not enough.

But Duan Baiting had no right to blame them because he had the same blood flowing in his body.

Greedy, insatiable, and possessive.

He has always been this kind of person and is too lazy to pretend to be noble.

Apart from recognition of his abilities, the outside world's comments on him are all negative.

There is only one person.

Song Wanyue felt quite regretful, and still tightly held the shell she had just picked up in her hand.

I can't let it go because it sparkles in the moonlight and its color is a bit like pearl.

"It would have been great if we had met earlier. I was much prettier when I was eighteen, and you would have been charmed by me. Although I am still very beautiful now."

She chattered on and on about her past glorious experiences, "Someone sent me love letters when I was in elementary school."

In response, Duan Baiting just nodded and gave a brief comment, "It seems that domestic students are also very avant-garde."

In elementary school, at the age of ten, they already start to pay attention to love.

Song Wanyue was not convinced: "The foreign countries are so open, has anyone sent you a love letter?"

He shook his head.

Song Wanyue had just felt proud when she heard him speak calmly: "Just give me the room card directly."

There was no beating around the bush and no immaturity of first love.

Compared with the spiritual harmony and collision, they care more about the physical "harmony" and "collision".

Song Wanyue thought of the British TV series she had watched, the blonde and blue-eyed beauties with long legs, whose bodies were extremely hot even when wearing ordinary T-shirts.

Duan Baiting grew up there and must have seen quite a few beautiful women.

She felt depressed and sat astride his legs, facing him.

Let him only see himself.

The act of declaring sovereignty is so obvious, but they still pretend not to care.

She asked him in an indifferent tone: "So did you accept it?"

Song Wanyue sat on his lap. She was a head taller than him, and it was rare for him to need to look up at her.

Duan Baiting was afraid that she would fall, so he hugged her waist.

"No, that was the first time we met."

She pressed him, "If it was the second time you met, would you have accepted it?"

He smiled and said, "I don't know. After all, it didn't happen."

Song Wanyue suddenly became anxious.

She got off his legs in a huff, but before one of her feet could even touch the ground, she was picked up back by one hand.

To him, her weight of over 80 kilograms seemed less than that of a puppy.

Holding it with one hand doesn't seem to be wasting any effort.

"She broke into my house without permission. I called the police and she was taken away, so there's no way we'll see each other again."

His eyes were calm, as if he was explaining to her.

Although this statement was somewhat inappropriate, Song Wanyue felt that Duan Baiting's emotions were as stable as a dead person.

How could he always be so calm, as if the end of the world wasn't even worth a frown?

She was really curious.

Will he ever lose control, ever collapse into despair?

No way.

It seems impossible that these words have anything to do with him.

Song Wanyue sighed and leaned on his shoulder.

She was sitting in a strange position now, facing him, sitting on his lap with her legs apart.

She wanted to make him jealous, so she said these words on purpose.

But this childish behavior is like playing house.

In elementary school, I didn't know anything, so how could I know what love was?

Song Wanyue racked her brains but couldn't think of anything that would make him jealous.

She was dejected and wondered why she didn't fall in love earlier.

"I am really popular." She said in a muffled voice against his shoulder.

He nodded slowly: "Yeah."

There were not many people on the island, except for the crew members who came with them, and they had another place to rest.

Then there are the restaurant's chef and waiters, and the villa's housekeepers, maids and cleaners.

At this point, almost everyone has gone to bed.

No one would come here, firstly because it is remote, and secondly because he had informed them in advance.

There was only the sound of waves in the distance. Song Wanyue watched the waves rolling up one after another and then gradually receding.

Only traces of the waves are left.

Camping is actually not that exciting.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

It's just a tent on the shore, with the sea in front and tall palm trees behind.

The air carries the fragrance of plants and the salty smell of sea water.

Duan Baiting had changed his clothes long ago, no longer wearing the high-end business suit.

White short sleeves. It was windy at night, so I put on an extra shirt, but left it unbuttoned and open-necked.

Below is a pair of beige beach pants.

Casual with a bit of laziness.

He held her waist with one hand and said during the day that he wanted to lose weight.

The waist was so narrow that he could cover it completely with one hand.

Song Wanyue hummed on his shoulder for a while, and noticed that he was about to raise his head.

Too scared to move.

Duan Baiting smiled softly: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanyue was wearing a bohemian-style knitted dress.

It was very short, not even covering the thighs completely. The back of the waist was hollowed out, and the two symmetrical dimples could be vaguely seen.

It looks quite alluring on her curvy and exquisite figure.

My heartbeat intensified at this moment, as if it wanted to break free from its restraints and jump out.

She lowered her head and looked at Duan Baiting who was so close to her.

Even when she is dressed casually, she still exudes an unattainable elegance.

He reached his hand in through the hollow space and skillfully untied her restraints with one hand.

His innate coolness makes everything he does calm and pleasing to the eye.

He used his hand to feel her heartbeat, and asked knowingly: "Why is it beating so fast?"

Song Wanyue insisted: "My heartbeat has been faster than that of ordinary people since I was a child. Pretty girls have faster heartbeats."

"It's getting faster and faster." He bit her ear, smiling deeply, his voice hoarse, "Does it mean that you are getting more and more beautiful?"

Song Wanyue was about to cry, but didn't want to push him away.

She was afraid, but she liked it.

Very contradictory.

He always puts his face first and doesn't want to lose face, so he tries his best to endure the sound that is about to break his neck.

"What do you think? Am I becoming more and more beautiful?"

She forced him to answer, holding his face with both hands so that he was facing her.

His gaze moved away from her misty eyes and finally stopped at her swollen lips.

A low chuckle escaped his throat, and he lifted his chin and tilted his head back to kiss her.

She was kissed until she was breathless, so she pushed him away and insisted that he answer: "You haven't told me whether I have become more beautiful or not."

Her beauty was unquestionable, but if she really asked him to say it, he couldn't tell much.

He actually met her once before the wedding.

Only once.

Song Wanyue's parents invited him to dinner, probably because they wanted to see what kind of person their future husband was.

Is he really as cold-blooded and heartless as the rumors say?

The meal will be served in the restaurant on the first floor of the shopping mall.

Near Song Wanyue University.

Duan Baiting happened to come to Shanghai to inspect a new project at that time, so the meal was naturally scheduled.

Without much introduction, Song's father took the initiative to talk to him about his spoiled daughter.

"Her mother and I have only one daughter, and the Song family has only had one girl in five generations, so she has been spoiled like a treasure since she was young. Her personality is not that docile, let alone virtuous. We don't ask you to be nice to her, but at least... respect her."

The Duan family's reputation has long been rotten, as if it has become a synonym for using any means to gain power and wealth.

How could Duan Baiting, who won a great victory in this battle, be such a good person with his clothes clean and pure?

What's inside his bones can't be seen with the naked eye. He sat opposite them in a suit and tie, still well-dressed and handsome.

When facing elders, he also deliberately concealed his edge.

He was silent for a moment, and said in a neither light nor heavy tone: "Don't worry."

After getting his promise, they left. His future father-in-law and mother-in-law were only distant and polite to him.

Duan Baiting sat in the store and was reluctant to leave.

The tea in hand was cold, so the waiter came over to replace it with a new one.

After it cooled down, I changed the pot.

I don't know when we were changing the first pot, but a few girls dressed elegantly came in arm in arm.

The girl with long curly hair asked the person next to her: "Are your parents determined to let you marry Duan Baiting?"

The other person sighed heavily, and said helplessly: "They said that the engagement was set a long time ago, and it can't be changed now."

"I heard that he is very handsome. I saw his photo last time. Tang Jiaojiao took it secretly when she went to Beicheng to attend a dinner. It was a side face. He was very handsome. I'll send the photo to you later."

She was listless: "No, I've seen him."

The girl with long curly hair was stunned: "When?"

"It's been a long time. When the first year of high school started, I was ten days late for school. My mother took me to Beicheng to attend a funeral, which was his grandfather's funeral."

The funeral was held in a very low-key manner, and there were very few people present.

Shizuka was not qualified to go, she just heard about it.

The scene was very ugly at that time. Except for Duan Baiting, no one else in the Duan family went. They were busy looking for lawyers to sue and fight for the inheritance.

The funeral was entirely managed by a young man like him, who had just turned eighteen at the time.

Shizuka asked curiously: "What is he like in real life? Is he handsome?"

"It's been many years. I can't remember clearly."

There seemed to be wind blowing in, and the tea in the cup splashed a circle of ripples.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes, and finally picked it up with his slender jade-white fingers.

After drinking it in one gulp, he stood up and left.

That was the only time he had seen her before they got married.

There was not much difference between her and the previous times I saw her, except that she was getting taller each time.

Still beautiful enough to be unforgettable.

But he didn't even leave a vague outline in her mind.

There are so many people around her, it's normal that she can't remember him.

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Song Wanyue kept asking him whether she was pretty or not.

Duan Baiting seemed to be annoyed by the questions, so he blocked her lips and swallowed all her sounds.

She was held in his arms, rocking gently.

She obediently let him tease her.

There is the sound of waves in my ears. She smelled the faint fishy and salty smell.

Duan Baiting asked her in a rough voice, "Has anyone else written love letters to you?"

Her throat tightened: "Yes... yes, there are a lot."

"Junior high school classmates?" he asked casually.

"There are also high school students."

The slender jade-white fingers skillfully found her vital point and knocked it open.

Song Wanyue simply gave up struggling and pursed her lips.

He smiled: "Why do you look like you are ready to die?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't finish what I said just now. After college, I also... Duan... Duan Baiting."

Her voice was intermittent. I hugged his neck in fear and finally understood the excitement of camping in the wild.

"I'm scared."

Everything has its limits, and when the water is full it will overflow.

The tension in her whole body relaxed in an instant, and she leaned softly against Duan Baiting.

Gasping for breath.

It was only thanks to the hand on her waist that she didn't fall off him.

Duan Baiting smiled and said, "I haven't done anything yet."

He really didn't do anything. Even his clothes were neat and tidy.

She was sweating and her hair was stuck to her face.

It was as if I had just experienced a wave.

She rubbed his shoulder: "I want to go to the tent, I want to lie down."

She was really good at acting coquettishly and had complete control over the man's lifeline.

Even if the other party is Duan Baiting.

——Duan Baiting, the cold-blooded and inhuman person in the eyes of others.

But her soft body and voice made it difficult for him to resist.

It is precisely because I know this that I am fearless in front of him.

It's not that he is stubborn and unresponsive. At least, her beautiful body fascinated him.

Song Wanyue was like a vine, softly wrapping around her.

The sound is more alluring than the sea breeze on a spring night.

"Duan Baiting, I don't like this position. My pelvis will hurt after a long time. And it's too dark outside. I can't see your face clearly. I want to look at you."