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It was not until the third year that Duan Baiting contacted her under another identity.

It was a decision I made after careful consideration for a long time.

During that period, I always dreamed about her. The content of the dreams was vague, but her face became clearer and clearer.

The excuses were lame: an email sent to the wrong person and a birthday that didn't exist.

He actually has a lot of small animals, including ragdoll cats, lop-eared rabbits, and Nanqiu sheep.

They are all called lucky.

In some ways, she is very similar to those little animals.

Lively and smart.

She said she wanted to see him, and he booked a flight that day. Earliest flight.

Wearing the earrings she had mentioned once by chance on the phone.

She heard that it was a collection-level item and she saw it accidentally while browsing Weibo.

The finale of the Christie's auction was a pair of earrings made of baroque pearls and hundreds of gemstones.

I forgot why she brought it up, but she spoke with regret at the time.

"If I weren't preparing for the exam, I would really like to go and see it in person."

Hearing her words, Duan Baiting fell into deep thought.

What I was thinking was that she was planning to come to England.

Even if it wasn't for him.

His client bought the earrings and returned to China without informing anyone.

I knew her address because I had mailed her a gift before.

Duan Baiting even bought a bouquet of roses and stood in the flower shop, watching the boss pack it personally.

It was a garden near her home.

Duan Baiting didn't call her, but stood there from day to night.

He was not feeling self-touched, he was just thinking about what identity he should use to meet her.

A person who makes decisive decisions on major issues is hesitant and indecisive on such trivial matters.

I thought about it for several hours but still couldn't get an answer.

Until, he saw her.

Wearing a white shirt and pleated skirt, her high ponytail swayed gently in the wind.

In the dim night, the street lights on both sides have already been lit.

The surroundings are very lively, with couples walking together and a family of three out for fun.

Smiling.

Duan Baiting recognized her at a glance.

But she ran too fast and bumped into him.

The flowers in her arms fell, and she squatted down hurriedly to pick them up.

Apologizing and looking back.

Until she stood up and handed the flowers to Duan Baiting: "I'm really sorry, it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly."

She looked at him, and Duan Baiting waited for a while.

Finally, he shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The girl bowed to him sincerely and apologized before leaving.

"Zhou Wenyang, if you dare to fight today, I will never talk to you again!"

Her angry voice came from the front. Duan Baiting looked down at the scattered roses in his arms.

One of the flowers had an extra footprint.

The delicate petals were also trampled.

The boy's impatient voice followed closely: "Don't follow me."

She was stunned in disbelief: "Are you mean to me?"

"When was I mean..."

The sound of wailing interrupted everything. She squatted down in grievance, buried her face in her knees, and cried out of breath.

The young man coaxed her helplessly: "My voice was just a little loud."

"I don't care, you are just being mean to me." She refused to give in, and her voice, even with a tearful tone, was still very sweet.

She always speaks very sweetly, especially when she is acting coquettishly.

Duan Baiting knew it very well.

Just like now, she said with red eyes: "Are you still going to fight?"

"No." It was a helpless tone.

The girl stopped crying and wiped her non-existent tears with his clothes: "Zhou Wenyang, don't be ungrateful. I promised that I would take care of you."

The boy said coldly: "Who are you to me? Why do you take care of me?"

She said seriously: "I am your family, I must take care of you."

He denied it stubbornly: "We are not related by blood, how can we be considered family."

"Then you might as well marry into my family." She teased with a smile.

He stopped talking.

At night, the girl's soft voice came with a faint smile: "You finally smiled."

Duan Baiting stayed in the country for ten days, and he saw her almost every day.

She was with the boy most of the time.

"Song Wanyue." He followed slowly behind her and gently tugged at her collar.

She turned back impatiently: "What?"

He smiled and scolded her: "Idiot."

She frowned and was really angry: "You are stupid, I ranked in the top ten in the mock exam this time."

"Even if you get first place, you are still a fool."

"Then you are a retarded person, an idiot, and a little fool!"

People always decide the direction of their feelings based on subjective judgment, but they don't know that there are many objective factors.

Duan Baiting is definitely not the kind of person who loses his mind for love.

He is very sober.

But the most terrifying thing is that rational people watch themselves sink in a clear mind.

Even though I know there's no turning back, I still want to give it a try.

She was so fair, so fair that it made him a little sad.

No matter how scorching the sun is, he would rather give it up if it can't shine for him alone.

The worst outcome is to return to your previous life.

But she didn't even remember him.

He was the only one who could never forget that glance.

If it wasn't Duan Baiting, but Kian, whom he had never met, he would rather the latter had never existed.

Maybe he was too paranoid, because with just a hug he gave his whole heart to her without any defense.

But when she saw the warmth he longed for, she realized that she could also give it to others.

He suddenly felt bored.

--The

whole villa is very quiet. It has four floors in total, and Song Wanyue's room is on the second floor.

The faint scent of jasmine floats in the air.

Duan Baiting picked up the cigarette and paused for a moment, still unable to bear to destroy the elegant fragrance.

So we went to the terrace.

There was a brief snowfall at seven o'clock, and on his way back he saw that the road was covered with a layer of white.

I remember Song Wanyue liked it.

She had mentioned it to him on the phone before.

Besides the beauty of snow, there is a more important reason why she likes it.

"What's the reason?" he asked softly.

"When it snows, my mood gets better."

At that time, she was under great pressure before the college entrance examination, and she needed him to sing to her every night before she could fall asleep.

Duan Baiting flipped through the book in his hand.

Hearing her words, the action paused.

He glanced out the window. It was already dusk.

It was already late, and according to his usual schedule, he should have been in bed five hours ago.

Recharge your energy for tomorrow's exam.

You can see her mumblings posted on her Moments.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: It's not a good day.] 】

He turned on the desk lamp and dialed her number.

She said that her test results were very poor. Her family was worried that she was under a lot of pressure, so they threw a party for her.

But this only made her more stressed.

During the exam, he had clearly explained some of the questions to her, but her mind was confused at the time and she couldn't remember anything.

"I'm scared. I'm afraid of disappointing my family."

She spoke in a dull voice.

Even though he tried to hide it, Duan Baiting still heard it.

She is crying.

On the first day of June, it snowed in Shanghai.

Artificial snow.

Everyone in the circle of friends is posting about which rich person is doing charity for the furnace of the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

The temperature has finally dropped.

For some reason, Song Wanyue thought of Kian and the words he suddenly posted on his Moments this morning.

【Kian: When it snows, my mood gets better. 】

This is also what she once said to him.

But he actually remembered what I just said casually.

Song Wanyue's heart was throbbing and beating very fast. The constantly surging emotions made her feel like she was drowning in the deep ocean.

She wanted to take a deep breath, but her excitement and rapidity made her look like a girl.

It was like a little secret known only to the two of them.

None of them exposed it.

Perhaps she had long forgotten the artificial snow he made for her in June, the height of summer.

In recent years, due to temperature changes caused by climate reasons, snow is not common in Shanghai.

Duan Baiting smoked a cigarette, watching the snow on the road gradually melt away, and then the sky began to snow again.

He reached out to take it, and a piece fell into his palm.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes indifferent, and watched it melt.

It was already late when Song Wanyue sent Zhou Wenyang home.

She called her childhood friend who lived near the school and asked him to come over to help.

Otherwise she wouldn't be able to carry him alone.

In the end, it was my childhood friend who stayed there.

She tiptoed home, afraid of waking Duan Baiting, but found that he was not asleep at all.

Sitting in the room, his clothes were meticulously dressed

as if he had just returned.

Song Wanyue was sleepy and tired and had no energy to speak. She used to be such a clean person.

Now I don't even have time to take a shower. I just take off my slippers and get into bed.

He said vaguely: "Are you still asleep?"

Without waiting for the other party's answer, he fell into a deep sleep.

Duan Baiting was about to get the cigarette box again, and his gaze lingered on her not-so-gentle sleeping face for a few seconds.

She frowned slightly, her hands and feet were exposed, and she didn't take off her clothes.

I guess I didn't sleep well.

He got up and went over to take off her clothes and put on her pajamas.

The action was very careful, so apart from a couple of hums in her throat, she wasn't woken up.

He knows how to control his emotions.

It's okay, it's just a small matter.

-Song

Wanyue only slept for a few hours before she was awakened by thirst.

I subconsciously reached out to touch the person beside me, but found nothing.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a man sitting on the sofa. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes and his face was calm.

Song Wanyue rubbed her eyes: "Why did you wake up so early?"

"Not too sleepy." He refused to talk about the fact that he sat alone all night. "Are you thirsty?"

She nodded.

Duan Baiting stood up and poured her a glass of warm water.

She drank slowly, and he waited by the side.

He casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf next to him and flipped through it.

It was probably something she used to love watching, stuff about love.

He closed it and put it back in place.

Wait until she finished drinking the water before taking the cup away.

"There is a bidding meeting tomorrow and I am required to be present. I will go back to North City in the afternoon."

Song Wanyue said, "I'll go with you."

"No need. I'll come after I'm done with my work."

She insisted, "Then I want to go with you too."

He paused for two seconds and said, "It will be very tiring to go back and forth."

It seemed as if he wanted to discourage her.

Song Wanyue sat up from the quilt: "I want to be with you. I don't want you to be alone during the New Year."

Duan Baiting smiled: "I have an assistant and a driver, and Aunt Qin is at home."

Song Wanyue felt that there was a bit of loneliness in his smile.

She couldn't tell if it was her illusion.

Because he looked no different than usual. Still with a calm expression, he takes everything casually.

"I'm different from them. Would you let your driver and assistant sleep with you?" She started to make excuses.

When facing her, Duan Baiting often felt helpless and powerless.

His cunning, his scheming, his calculations.

None of them are of any use to her.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes."

Knowing that he meant to compromise, Song Wanyue happily took her clothes and went to the bathroom.

The bath took a long time, and when she came out, Duan Baiting had already gone downstairs.

Auntie made Chinese breakfast today, white porridge and some light side dishes.

Perhaps to cater to Duan Baiting's taste, the porridge did not contain sugar, lotus seeds or red beans.

Duan Baiting ate a few bites, and Song Wanyue came down from upstairs, dressed neatly.

Even the makeup is done.

"Shall we go now?" She sat down next to him.

The originally light pupils turned into light blue.

She told Duan Baiting that these are called cosmetic contact lenses, not dyed eyeballs.

Duan Baiting chuckled: "I just don't know much, I'm not a fool."

"Really?" She shook her head and began to introduce it to him. She

pointed to the eyeliner at the end of her eye: "This is the eyeliner, which lengthens the end of the eye."

"Yeah."

She pointed to the highlight on the bridge of her nose and told him, "This is the highlight, which is used to brighten it."

He was bored: "Yeah."

After a pause, her fingers slid down and pointed at her lips.

She had just drunk milk, and there was some milky white skin on her plump and rosy lips.

"This is lip gloss, made with milk."

Can milk be used to make lip gloss?

Duan Baiting really didn't understand enough.

After waiting for a while, she didn't say anything. He raised his chin slightly: "What's the function?"

Although he was not curious, he knew that she was waiting on purpose.

Wait until he asks the question.

The next second, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Her lips were soft and moist, with a rich milky scent.

After a just-right kiss, she moved away from his lips, her eyes seemed to be drawn, she breathed lightly in a daze, her gaze drifting over his eyes and lips.

"It's used to kiss you."

Auntie stayed in the kitchen and didn't come out to disturb us.

Duan Baiting put down the chopsticks in his hand, lowered his eyes and smiled, gently pinching her chin: "Every time you get into trouble and come to me to admit your mistakes, the way you look is exactly the same as now."

Song Wanyue smiled embarrassedly when her little thoughts were seen through.

Her hands were still supporting the chair beside her, and she looked at him with her chin raised.

There's something cute about it, like a puppy acting coquettishly.

"I didn't do anything wrong. I'm just afraid you mind, so I want to explain it to you."

He understood in his heart, but still asked unnecessarily: "What to explain?"

"I went to find Zhou Wenyang yesterday."

He nodded: "I know."

"He was drunk, in our former high school. It was the security guard who called me."

The security guard used his mobile phone to call Song Wanyue.

The only reason could be that her number was in the first place, and the other party naturally treated her as his family member or girlfriend.

Duan Baiting took a sip of coffee: "Hmm."

"Actually, I didn't say anything. I just told you a warning. What if you think too much?" She smiled and said, "After all, your wife is so charming, it's normal for you to feel a sense of crisis."

She was joking, so her tone of voice was a little teasing.

Duan Baiting finished the whole cup of coffee.

"Okay, it's almost time to go."

He stood up, said goodbye to his aunt, and went upstairs to get his things.

Song Wanyue sat there and continued eating.

She waited until the driver drove the car over before she went out with him.

The back seat of the car was very spacious, and Song Wanyue had to lean against him, wishing two people could sit in one seat.

Duan Baiting asked her to move over, but she refused.

"Not crowded?"

She shook her head: "Do you think it's crowded?"

"Not bad." Another simple two words.

Song Wanyue was dissatisfied: "Are you cursed to die after saying a certain number of words?"

Hearing her sarcasm, he casually changed his words: "It's fine, not crowded."

Song Wanyue leaned closer to him again and saw that his suit pants were wrinkled by her.

"Now, do you want to squeeze in?"

She was being naughty with a sly smile.

Duan Baiting could do nothing with her.

Song Wanyue was still feeling smug, but the next second, her buttocks left the seat.

He held her on his lap with one hand.

Before I could react, I subconsciously wanted to leave.

Duan Baiting pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down again: "Don't move."

It would be a waste not to take advantage of a good deal.

She leaned into his arms, but her cell phone vibrated in her bag.

He reached out to take it and unlocked it with facial recognition in front of Duan Baiting without any hesitation.

She had no secrets and nothing to hide.

But when the message popped up, she was still slightly startled.

The message was sent by her childhood friend whom she asked to look after Zhou Wenyang yesterday.

[Qu Song: Zhou Wenyang started to have a fever last night and called your name all night long. 】

Song Wanyue sat up straight at once.

What the hell!

Feeling puzzled, she glanced at Duan Baiting.

I found that the latter was looking out the window with an indifferent look, which was in perfect harmony with the chilly winter.

Song Wanyue lowered her head again and slightly turned her body to block the phone.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: Call my name? Did he scold me? 】

It took a long time for the other party to reply.

[Qu Song: Yes, I scolded you. I said you were an idiot and had a mental illness.] 】

Song Wanyue's cell phone was almost crushed.

If the previous message scared her, then this one completely angered her.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: He is the one who is mentally ill! He is the idiot! Ahhhhh, I'm so mad! ! ! 】

Zhou Wenyang saw the message she sent back and handed the phone back to Qu Song.

The latter took a look and smiled, "You called her name all night long, why did you turn against her when you woke up?"

Zhou Wenyang's eyes were sharp, "Don't say such things in the future. She is married."

Qu Song said, "It's a marriage of arrangement anyway, there is no love between them."

"That's her business."

He was hungover and still had a headache. He pressed his temples and called a designated driver.

Seeing him like this, Qu Song handed him a cup of hot water: "Have you really let it go?"

"Yeah." He took the cup of water, "She's a good person. No matter who she marries, she will live a good life."

"But that guy is not the same. Haven't you heard about his family? How good can he be?"

Qu Song grew up with Song Wanyue and knew that this spoiled young lady had a bad temper and had to be pampered and cared for no matter where she went.

Because of her beautiful appearance, she has been the center of attention since she was a child.

This caused her to become a little vain and obsessed with the feeling of being noticed.

But next to Duan Baiting, that person looked like a cold-blooded person with huge ambitions.

Such people have great achievements in their careers, but love is just a diversion for them.

At best, it can entertain this beautiful pet when it is bored.

"She is different." Zhou Wenyang's voice lowered, "He will fall in love with her."

Qu Song shook his head.

It is true that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. This guy is simply hopeless.

He admitted that Song Wanyue's appearance was indeed stunning and there might be many people who coveted her beauty.

But few people can stand her extravagance and indulgence.

Otherwise, why is it said that marriage should be between equals? After all, the only one who can afford to support such a spendthrift young lady is probably the one in the upper echelon of the Duan family.

Zhou Wenyang lit a cigarette slowly: "I will be back to the army the day after tomorrow."

Qu Song was stunned: "Isn't it still half a month?"

"I have canceled my leave and will go back early."

"Have you told Song Wanyue?"

He paused and put out the cigarette: "No, and there is no need to say."

In fact, he figured it out when he was drinking last night. He didn't contact her because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the sinful idea of ​​destroying her marriage.

But he knew in his heart that he wanted to see her happy more than to snatch her away from him.

He looked at the snow outside the window.

The white snow seemed to overlap with the snow in the north city.

It's snowing in most of China today.

The weather forecast in the north city even issued an orange warning, with cold winds howling and the chill could be seen through the car windows.

Song Wanyue was still angry.

She went to pick him up in the cold night yesterday, but instead of being grateful, he even scolded her!

Duan Baiting looked at her anger without saying a word.

When we drove home, the meal had already been prepared.

After sitting in the car for a whole day, Song Wanyue couldn't eat, and Duan Baiting had no appetite either.

He stayed in the study for a few hours and returned to his room after taking a shower.

He was very off that night.

The movements are slow and the penetration is shallow.

Song Wanyue felt that her breathing was neither up nor down, and she felt like she was being suspended.

Until the last two times, he did it half-heartedly.

Duan Baiting was standing by the window smoking, wearing a dark gray bathrobe, with his eyebrows drooping and his expression calm.

Too abnormal.

In the past, it would have taken at least until the late night.

Song Wanyue casually pulled a blanket over herself and wrapped herself: "Are you... unable to bear it due to overindulgence?"

Duan Baiting moved his eyes and looked at her: "If I say yes, will you dislike me?"

"No, if you can't bear it down there, you still have your mouth and hands."

Duan Baiting actually took a few seconds to react.

She came over with a smile and took his hand: "I'm just kidding. Do you feel better now?"

He put out the cigarette and waved his hand in the air, trying to disperse the smoke quickly.

"I haven't asked you yet, who did you learn these words from?"

As the only daughter of a scholarly family, she is usually brought up with strict family education and should be gentle and virtuous.

She was an exception, and was very good at saying sweet words in bed.

"No one taught me. I taught myself by reading books."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "What books?"

"There are so many kinds, some are pure love books, and some are pure sex books."

"..."

He shook his head helplessly.

Song Wanyue assured him: "But I have only said these words to you."

He lowered his head and looked at her bright and beautiful face.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he did have a feeling of anxiety and fear recently.

Maybe it had existed for a long time, but he had endured it well enough that he himself was not even aware of it.

He is used to being in control of everything, so he hates being led by his emotions.

But lately things seem to be getting out of control.

Even he couldn't suppress it.

That night he had no mind to do anything else and just fell asleep holding her in his arms.

The next day, I went out very early at dawn.

Song Wanyue had nothing to do, so she slept alone at home until the afternoon.

Once winter comes, she feels lazy and needs to hibernate like a small animal.

I wish I could stay in a warm bed for 24 hours.

But when I thought about how Duan Baiting went out to work so early, I actually slept until this hour.

I still felt a little guilty, so I got up and went downstairs.

Aunt Qin and several maids were cleaning the house. They said that since the sun came out for a rare occasion, they were taking things out to dry in the sun.

Throw away what you don't want.

Song Wanyue looked at the valuable items, the old record player, and the out-of-print records.

"Throw all these away?"

Even she felt it was a pity.

"These were given to him by others. In some unavoidable social occasions, one has to save face, so Bai Ting had to accept them."

Song Wanyue understood that these were gifts given to him by his friends at the drinking table.

He looked down on those people in his heart.

So even though I collected the things, I was too lazy to touch them.

Song Wanyue felt that Duan Baiting had a kind of arrogance that she could not understand.

Now that they have been received, in the eyes of others, this relationship has been established.

It's better to keep it than to throw it away.

But this was just her idea, and she had no idea what Duan Baiting thought.

What if there is another reason?

He stood up and made way for the servants to take the things out.

Song Wanyue glanced and saw a beautiful royal blue box next to it.

It's very big, but exquisite, and you can't tell what it is by looking at the material.

It feels heavy in the hand.

"Does this need to be thrown away too?" she asked Aunt Tan.

Aunt Qin looked up and said, "I'm not sure, maybe it's an estimation? I saw it on the table today."

Such a beautiful box was thrown away just like that. This person is really wasteful.

She muttered quietly, her fingers unfastening the lock and opening the box.

Want to see what's inside.

There are quite a lot of things, all little gadgets.

A cracked bowl with a deformed Hello Kitty painted on the bottom.

Judging from the extent of the cracking, it is estimated that the firing process failed.

There are also red rope bracelets, pink ties, and pink gemstone cufflinks.

The more she looked at them, the more familiar they looked.

Until I found a homemade greeting card at the bottom.

Happy holidays to my most handsome brother Kian~

Remember to be happy every day~

From: Song Wanyue (*^_^*)

There is even her profile picture at the bottom.

He very deliberately found the best angle and looked at the camera, as if he was looking into the eyes of her who was holding the greeting card.

Song Wanyue was completely stunned, her eyes wide open, not moving a muscle.

Kian, who promised to return to China to see her but suddenly disappeared, and who she missed so much, has actually been by her side all the time.

But she knew nothing.

There was a dull pain and aching pain in her heart as if it was stretched apart, and she suffered a head-on blow without even realizing it.

The ink on it has dried. The card is in very good condition, with a pure white background and no yellowing at all.

Holding it in your hand, it feels like a brand new one.

The corner date is Christmas Day.

She still remembered that she was struggling for several days and even asked Shizuka what gift she should give him.

Shizuka said that since he was not short of money, he would not be interested in expensive things, so it would be better to give him something thoughtful.

So she made a greeting card by herself and sent it to England.

Carrying the girl's secret thoughts.

She bent over, her wrists gave out, and the box fell to the ground. She felt a dull pain extending from her heart to every part of her limbs.

I just blinked unconsciously, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

It felt like something was blocking her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears, but they kept flowing.

Aunt Qin looked flustered and asked her what was wrong and where she felt uncomfortable.

Song Wanyue didn't know what was happening to her. A very strange yet familiar emotion surged up in her.

It was grievance, the helplessness of losing and regaining, and even more so the resentment towards him.

She shook her head and said in a nasal voice that it was okay.

She put the box back to its place, hurried her steps and ran back to the room to get her cell phone.

I can't wait to find him and ask him for clarification.

She even fell down, but she didn't care about the scrapes on her arms and knees.

My hands were shaking and I dialed the wrong number several times and called someone else by mistake.

She hung up again and forced herself to take a deep breath, but after repeating this several times, it still didn't work.

Finally, I called Siri and asked it to dial Duan Baiting's number.

For someone who cares so much about his image, this was the first time he felt so embarrassed that tears and snot were streaming down his face.

I'm not in the mood to care.

I made a phone call to call for accusation and listened to the ringing of the phone beside me.

His chest twitched and rose because of sobbing, as if he might suffocate at any moment.

She had asked him, she had obviously asked him.

fraud.

Big liar.