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Thinking of those topics, Song Wanyue's face turned a little red and she looked away gently.

It looks like... he's feeling guilty.

Seeing her like this, Duan Baiting asked again in a calm tone: "What did you talk about?"

Song Wanyue couldn't continue to play dumb.

"She told me...her parenting tips."

Upon hearing this, Duan Baiting's brows relaxed: "Parenting tips?"

Song Wanyue paused for a few seconds. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was talking nonsense.

There is absolutely no scientific basis for this.

Song Wanyue lowered her voice: "She said she could give birth to a son twice. An odd number is a daughter, and an even number is a son."

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes slightly: "When?"

"That...that time has come." She couldn't say it.

After a few seconds of silence, Duan Baiting understood the general meaning from her incoherent words.

Probably even he didn't expect that they would talk about such things.

There was silence for a few seconds, and Song Wanyue heard his half-smile: "So how many times did you go there that day?"

Song Wanyue blushed at the question. At that time, who would pay attention to these things.

The auctioneer came on stage, and the exhibits in front of him were all jewelry and the like.

Today's auction will have a charitable nature, and 10% of the proceeds from the auction will be donated to relevant charitable organizations.

But the threshold is extremely high, and those who can get the invitation letter are, without exception, celebrities in the Beijing circle.

Song Wanyue looked at those precious jewels and jadeite, and saw many people competing to bid for them.

A 20-carat pear-shaped pink diamond, a VVS1-clarity cushion-shaped ruby, and an imperial green jadeite bracelet.

Song Wanyue was losing interest in the show and even yawned out of boredom.

It's not like I haven't participated in such auctions before, but I was always dragged there by my mother.

She said that it was necessary socializing and that more frequent outings would be good for her future.

All she had to do was to look pretty and sit there obediently.

Maintain the dignified demeanor of the eldest daughter of the Song family.

It was not until the natural wild saltwater pearl appeared on the large screen displaying the auction items that Song Wanyue's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

I am so short of words that my mind can only contain two adjectives.

——What beautiful pearls, what big pearls.

She has no interest in gemstones and jade, but she loves pearls very much.

From childhood to adulthood, the pearls she collected could fill up two cabinets.

Dad even opened a pearl farm just for her.

But she collected so many pearls, but none of them could compare to the one before her.

When I saw the starting price below, my desire to get it was instantly gone.

Fifty million! The starting price alone is 50 million!

She bit her lip reluctantly.

Sure enough, beautiful things are precious. It's just that this time it's a little too precious.

Duan Baiting's gaze fell on her and stayed for a few seconds.

She has a simple mind and it is difficult for her to hide her likes and dislikes.

Your eyes can give you the most intuitive answer to what you are thinking about at the moment.

At this auction, many people came for this item.

When the bidding started, people kept raising the price, and in just a few minutes, the price reached 100 million.

Song Wanyue was also waiting nervously, wanting to see who would end up winning the bid for the item.

Auctions are actually the same as gambling. In addition to relying on one's own financial resources, luck is also indispensable.

There have been cases where an item was sold at a price lower than the expected estimate because no one bid.

But obviously such good luck does not exist today.

Moreover, it can be described by three words: Shura Field.

When the bid reached 200 million, several people withdrew from the auction, leaving only two others continuing to compete.

Until the price approached 300 million.

The speed of raising signs has slowed down significantly.

The auctioneer asked patiently: "Is Mr. Chen still considering it? This item is one of the Queen of England's favorite treasures. It disappeared for more than four hundred years after the royal strife and has only recently come to the public. It is a natural wild seawater pearl weighing 50 carats." The auctioneer

introduced the pearls for the auction again and his eyes were on Mr. Chen's seat.

I hope he makes a higher bid.

The latter shook his head.

She smiled and raised her hammer: "Mr. Chen withdraws from the auction. The final transaction price of the item is..."

While Song Wanyue was shocked that a pearl was worth more than 300 million.

The man sitting next to her calmly raised his sign: "Three hundred and fifty million."

There was an uproar in the venue.

Although this pearl is a top-quality treasure, its price of 300 million is already an excessive premium.

Now it has jumped from 300 million to 350 million.

This is really treating money as white paper.

When everyone saw who was raising the price, they were relieved.

Duan Baiting, that's not surprising.

During the intermission of the auction, Song Wanyue went to the bathroom. While she was touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, she complained to her friend on the phone.

"Three hundred and fifty million, and he just bought a pearl. Don't you think he's stupid?"

Shizuka was very noisy over there, probably she was hanging out in a bar again. Maybe because the number Song Wanyue said was too shocking, she thought she had heard it wrong: "How much did you say?"

Song Wanyue raised her voice and repeated: "Three hundred and fifty million!"

"Oh my god." Shizuka cursed, "Are all the capitalists in the Beijing circle so generous."

Song Wanyue walked to the dryer to dry the water stains on her hands: "I thought I was a spendthrift enough, but I didn't expect to meet someone more spendthrift than me." Shizuka

laughed and said: "One of them spent tens of millions of dollars to open a pearl farm because he likes pearls, and the other spent more than three hundred million to buy a pearl. You two are really a match made in heaven."

She changed her hand to hold the phone, and fixed her hair with her free hand.

After hearing what Shizuka said, the couple was still a little uncomfortable with getting married at such a young age.

I have been bound by the rules and regulations of a secluded family since I was a child, and I thought I would be able to relax after graduating from university.

As a result, they got engaged in their sophomore year and got married in their junior year.

She felt depressed, but she could only complain to her best friend secretly: "If I hadn't married Duan Tingbai, I wouldn't be trapped in this place."

Jingxiang said: "You're still not satisfied after marrying Duan Tingbai? Do you know how many people are vying to marry him? Tao Yao almost hanged herself at home on the day of your engagement."

Duan Tingbai's reputation has long been known far and wide.

Even in the faraway Shanghai circle, he is a well-known figure.

It's not just because of the title the Duan family gave him.

In the years when the Duan family fell apart, his own value had long surpassed that of the Duan family.

It can be said that he is the Purple Star of the financial world.

There is only one person like him in hundreds of years.

As her good friend, Shizuka was extremely envious of her.

Although there is no emotion, emotion is really the most insignificant thing in a marriage between wealthy families.

Wealth, prestige, and power.

No matter where you go, as long as you have the title of Mrs. Duan, it is a pass to open all privileges.

Countless people follow your lead.

But speaking of this, Shizuka suddenly thought of something: "You are not still thinking about your online love partner, are you? It's been such a long time."

When mentioning this, Song Wanyue's tone became obviously flustered: "Don't... don't talk nonsense, I have long... I have long forgotten him."

The stuttering tone made it obvious that she was trying to cover up something.

Shizuka said that she was really infatuated: "Let alone meeting him, I've never even seen his photo. I only knew that he was studying in the UK and was three years older than you. He taught you for three months and sang a few English songs, and you fell in love with him. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, and you had a crush on him every day despite the Internet cable and time difference."

Song Wanyue asked her to stop talking: "It's a long time ago."

As an insider who witnessed the whole process, Shizuka knew how much of a blow that first love had dealt her.

She comforted her: "Look, Duan Baiting also studied in the UK, and he is three years older than you. Their voices are almost the same, and at first glance they sound exactly the same. Anyway, you and your online crush have never met each other, so why don't you just treat him as your online crush?"

Is there any substitute for this kind of thing?

Song Wanyue didn't want to continue arguing with her about this issue.

The reason she didn't want to be Mrs. Duan was not because of the secret crush from many years ago, but because she felt that she was an independent person, she was Song Wanyue.

Neither Miss Song nor Mrs. Duan.

Why give her those extra prefixes?

She said in a dissatisfied tone: "If I can choose, I don't want to be Mrs. Duan. Whoever wants to be one can be one."

After expressing her dissatisfaction, she turned around and prepared to leave.

I was startled when I saw the person behind me.

The man remained calm, as if the person she was complaining about had nothing to do with him.

Go around the "obstacle" in front of you and walk towards the sink.

The heat-sensing switch was turned on, and as soon as the hand reached out, water flowed gently, pouring on the slender, jade-white hands.

He is tall, and the sink is still a little low for him.

At this time, he bent down slightly, his suit jacket tightly showing his slender waist, and slowly pressed two pumps of disinfectant.

Song Wanyue was still in a daze. It's so pleasing to see him washing his hands.

There was a sudden silence in her ears, and Shizuka asked her what was wrong.

Song Wanyue's interrupted thoughts were brought back to reality by her voice. She regained her composure, not sure how much Duan Baiting had heard.

He asked tentatively: "Why... are you in the women's restroom?"

He stood up straight, took out a tissue, and calmly wiped the remaining water stains on his hands.

His eyes passed her and stopped above the door edge.

He said these two words without any emotion, and asked calmly, "Women's restroom?"

Song Wanyue suddenly felt something was wrong and looked back.

The male symbol was particularly conspicuous, and it turned out that she had taken the wrong path.

"Well..."

She stammered, trying to explain.

After wiping his hands, he threw the tissue into the trash can and sneered, "Marrying me is really an injustice to Miss Song."

It's over.

After Duan Baiting left, this was the only thought left in Song Wanyue's mind.

It's over. It's completely over.

Shizuka on the other end of the phone also heard these words and could probably guess what had happened.

It seems that Song Wanyue was saying something bad about someone and was overheard.

"I think he seems angry." said Shizuka.

Song Wanyue wanted to cry but had no tears. Is there any need to feel this way?

The look in his eyes just now was so cold that it almost froze her into ice.

In this situation, she was too embarrassed to go back to the banquet hall and sit next to him.

After thinking it over, she decided that she should go home first and think carefully about how to admit her mistake to him.

Stop getting in his way here.

At home, Aunt Qin was simmering soup in the kitchen, and Xiaozhi was helping her.

Hearing the noise in the living room, he hurried out.

But he only saw Song Wanyue.

Aunt Qin asked, "Didn't Bai Ting come back with you?"

She knew they went to the auction today.

Song Wanyue was a little embarrassed: "I was not feeling well, so I came back first."

When Aunt Qin heard that she was not feeling well, she hurriedly asked her to go upstairs and rest first.

Duan Tingbai arrived home in the early morning, when Aunt Qin had already gone to bed.

But the lights were still on in the living room and the hangover soup was simmering in the kitchen.

Song Wanyue had been waiting until now. When she heard the sound, she opened the door and went out.

Duan Tingbai reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. After entering the room, he casually threw his coat on the sofa.

It's no longer as meticulous as usual, but the feeling it gives people has not changed at all.

The huge feeling of oppression is chilling.

Song Wanyue guessed that he had drunk some wine, but not to the point of being drunk.

So she called him, "Duan Baiting."

He didn't know whether he didn't hear her or just didn't want to pay attention to her.

Without any reaction, he raised his hand to loosen his elastic tie and went upstairs to the study.

Song Wanyue has been a young lady for more than 20 years. She has been pampered and coaxed everywhere, but now she has to coax others.

The old saying is indeed true.

Women should stay away from marriage.

But this was her fault after all, so it was only right for her to admit her mistake first.

He opened the study door, carrying the hangover soup brought from the kitchen.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with the sandalwood incense in the study room had an intoxicating chill.

Duan Baiting was sitting behind his desk, conducting a conference call.

The computer's fluorescent light made his facial features more profound, and under the catalysis of alcohol, his usually cold eyes became a little hazy.

He only raised his eyes and looked over here the moment the door opened.

There was no further response.

As the person in charge of the group and the developer of the project, he has the power to rule and make all decisions.

To put it bluntly, this meeting was also a report conducted by several senior executives in order to satisfy him.

Obviously, he was not very satisfied with this meeting, and Song Wanyue hardly heard him speak.

She carried the medicine over and placed it on the table, moving carefully for fear of disturbing him.

Duan Baiting looked at her coldly and pushed the bowl away.

Song Wanyue's eyes suddenly widened.

She had taken the initiative to bow her head and ask for peace, but this person didn't appreciate it at all?

Once the eldest lady gets angry, she has to fight with him to a victory.

She pushed the bowl over again.

Duan Baiting simply turned a blind eye.

Song Wanyue: "..."

A small incident occurred in the middle of the meeting, and bursts of harsh noise suddenly came from the BOSS side.

Several senior executives who were reporting on their work thought he had something to say and waited with bated breath.

I don't know how long it took, but the rustling noise finally disappeared.

Instead, a sweet and pleasant female voice replaced it: "Duan Baiting, ignoring people is also a form of cold violence."

Everyone was stunned.

A woman's voice?

They confirmed it several times and finally confirmed that it was indeed coming from the BOSS.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and looked at the woman who suddenly sat on his lap.

A cold voice: "Get out of the way, I'm working."

Song Wanyue said regardless of the occasion: "With such a beautiful woman like me in front of you, do you only have work in your eyes?"

Everyone: "..."

Explosive, as if there is gossip.

Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds, let out a long sigh, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, looking somewhat helpless.

After a long stalemate, he muted the call.

Intending to deal with the "obstacle" in front of her first,

Song Wanyue sat on his lap and refused to give in at all.

The distance between the chair and the desk was not far, so her back was against the edge of the desk, making her look a little crowded.

Duan Baiting exerted a little force with his feet and slid the chair back to give her more space.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Tell me, what is your intention in doing this?"

Song Wanyue had to admire him.

There is probably no one else in the world who is as emotionally stable as this.

"The intention is of course to appease you." She said this very directly without any beating around the bush.

Duan Baiting raised his eyes: "To coax me?"

If Duan Baiting is the best in the world in terms of emotional stability, then Song Wanyue is the best in the universe in terms of acting coquettishly and making trouble.

She is used to this. When she was young, she made mistakes and was afraid of being punished, so she acted like a spoiled child.

Make full use of your strengths.

It works every time.

"I know you're angry with me." She leaned on his shoulder, her voice coquettish.

The soft Wu dialect is like a soft knife, stabbing into people's hearts and then slowly pulling out bit by bit.

Cutting meat with a blunt knife is the most exhausting.

"But what I said is not what you think. I just wonder why they all call me Mrs. Duan. I obviously have a name. My name is Song Wanyue."

She explained to him seriously, her tone sounding a little aggrieved.

The little deer's eyes were clear and bright. He was so close that his figure was completely reflected in her eyes.

That faint scent of jasmine came from her.

Surprisingly, it did not conflict with the sandalwood in the study and the hint of cigarettes and alcohol.

Duan Baiting can see her eyelashes from this angle.

When she spoke, she had to look up at him, her cheeks puffing up.

Seems to be sighing.

And he did hear a sigh: "Tingting, what should I do to make you stop being angry with me?"

Tingting?

His brows furrowed slightly at the strange name.

Duan Baiting's Adam's apple rolled, but his expression remained calm: "Who said I was angry?"

Of course, she didn't believe what he said: "You still said you're not angry."

The skirt she wore today was made of very thin fabric. Sitting on his legs, she could even clearly feel the muscle lines of his legs.

"You are... like this, if you are not angry, how can you still be indifferent."

These meaningful words made Duan Baiting's breathing become heavier: "Is this the etiquette you have learned since childhood?"

Song Wanyue blinked innocently: "My etiquette teacher said that sincerely showing your inner thoughts is a respect for others."

Duan Baiting raised his hand and pressed his temple, helpless in the face of her rogue.

Song Wanyue understood very well what his expression meant.

Unexpectedly, his anger subsided, which meant she could do whatever she wanted next.

"Do you want it?" She stretched out her arms and put them around his shoulders, with an almost innocent frankness.

Duan Baiting avoided her gaze, didn't nod, but didn't refuse either.

He just said calmly: "Let's talk about it later."

The meeting was not over yet, and he asked her to keep quiet.

He turned on the microphone and motioned to continue.

The voice is cold.

Song Wanyue, who works in the legal department, couldn't understand the professional terms used by the development department.

She was obedient. When Duan Baiting asked her to be quiet, she just kept quiet without saying a word.

The mouth is honest, but the hands are not so honest.

He coughed, and the executive who was speaking stopped, thinking that there was something wrong with his proposal.

Duan Baiting looked deep in the eyes, grasped Song Wanyue's dishonest hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, continue."

A meeting that was originally scheduled to end in two hours was shortened to one hour.

Ended hastily.

As soon as the call ended, Song Wanyue was picked up with one hand.

Pay for your recent "reckless behavior".

The sky went from dark to slightly bright.

Many times, he is not a gentle person, including now.

So when his warm palm touched her slender swan neck, Song Wanyue instantly woke up from her daze.

Turn around and look at him behind you.

This was the first time she saw him up close at this time.

It turns out that those eyes that are always deep and cold can also be so sexy and seductive at times.

The warm palm left, replaced by a cool thin chain.

She was stunned.

Seeing him bending down, his chest against her thin back, he said in a low voice with a faint smile: "It suits you very well."

Song Wanyue lowered her head and saw the necklace hanging around her neck.

The pearl he bought at the auction for 350 million.