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It is indeed as Duan Baiting once said, Xi Yang, the nominal wife, is somewhat similar to Song Wanyue in temperament.

They were all from the same circle, and even though Duan Baiting grew up abroad, he had come into contact with them several times.

Every time I met her, she always acted arrogant and domineering.

Being spoiled by her family since she was young, it is normal and harmless to have a little princess syndrome.

Plus, she is a little younger, so people around her are even more tolerant of her.

But when it comes to Song Wanyue, who has also been spoiled by her family and has developed bad habits, it's hard to tell who gives in to whom.

Before the conflict escalated, Duan Baiting and Xi Yang went over, each pulling one apart, to separate the two.

Seeing that there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in Song Wanyue's expression, Duan Baiting smiled softly, not knowing what had happened just now to make her angry.

He reached out and touched her head, coaxing her like a child: "Okay, don't be angry anymore."

Song Wanyue felt that the man was really inexplicable. He appeared out of nowhere and bossed her around.

If she was really capable, she would have bought the skirt before her!

When Hong Tiantian saw Duan Baiting, she was speechless for a moment and stood there, motionless.

Seeing her like this, Xi Yang said with a smile, "Are you stupid?"

Hong Tiantian came back to her senses and glared at him. But he seemed to be afraid of something, and the reply was stuck in his throat.

This woman is actually Duan Baiting's wife?

After figuring this out, Hong Tiantian's eyes when looking at Song Wanyue became much more complicated.

Even some...sympathy?

Xi Yang raised his wrist to check the time: "Several elders are here today, let me go over and say hello."

It was obvious that he was talking to Hong Tiantian.

She was quite impatient: "Just tell them that I'm dead."

This made Xi Yang laugh: "What about tomorrow? Will they say you've resurrected again?"

Hong Tiantian gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes at him, and left angrily.

The lambskin high heels made a clacking sound when stepped on.

Xi Yang also said goodbye to Duan Baiting and the others: "I'll go over and toast them."

He was the host today and needed to entertain the guests, so he couldn't leave for too long.

Duan Baiting nodded: "Yeah."

Then Xi Yang bent down, waved at Song Wanyue, and said with a smile: "See you later, little Lucky."

Song Wanyue didn't want to pay attention to him, and buried her face in Duan Baiting's arms and refused to come out.

Pretend not to hear.

Duan Baiting naturally saw through her thoughts. After the person walked away, he gently pressed her shoulder and said, "Okay, the person is gone."

Only then did Song Wanyue come out of his arms, her hair a little messy.

He reached out to straighten her out: "Did you have a quarrel just now?"

"No, she was being unreasonable." Song Wanyue was indignant.

There are many people here, and there is the sound of opera. The song being sung now is "Five Daughters Paying Homage to Their Parents". People who love opera find it pleasant to the ears, but those who don't find it just noisy.

There are always people who are interested in things.

No matter the venue, human curiosity always prevails.

Duan Baiting's notoriety has long been exposed, and it is useless to play the emotional card with him.

He doesn't even care about his closest relatives, let alone those who have no relationship with him.

But recently there has been a rumor, coming from nowhere, that he is very doting on his lovely wife.

Everyone just listened to it and didn't take this obviously fabricated rumor seriously.

Seeing it today, I felt...that it was really the case.

This is really not a good place to talk.

So Duan Baiting took Song Wanyue to a pavilion away from the crowd, and he took off his coat and put it on her.

Seeing that she still looked very emotional, he couldn't help but find it a little funny: "How did she offend you?"

Song Wanyue complained to him like pouring beans: "I have been waiting for this skirt for a long time, and I finally bought it. She came up to me and questioned me why I was wearing this skirt. It was as if I had stolen it from her house."

Duan Baiting couldn't help laughing at the conflict between the two children playing house.

Song Wanyue saw it: "Are you laughing at me?"

"No." He smoothed his lips and changed the subject calmly, "She is the same age as you, only two months older than you."

It was completely unrelated, but Song Wanyue happened to be simple-minded, which allowed him to succeed.

She was a little dissatisfied: "He's actually older than me."

She thought of Hong Tiantian's attitude towards Xi Yang just now: "Does she hate Xi Yang very much?"

Duan Baiting did not directly answer yes or no, but only said: "She thinks that people who are cunning are not good people."

Song Wanyue said: "Then wouldn't she hate you even more?"

Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds.

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Song Wanyue pursed her lips and wanted to explain and make amends.

Duan Baiting answered nonchalantly: "Maybe."

It was not because he hated it, but because he was afraid.

Hong Tiantian felt that Xi Yang was a serious person and not a good person, so she hated him.

But Duan Baiting has more serious concerns. In her heart, it went up several levels.

The degree of its horror is enough to be equated with a murderer.

That's why she gave Song Wanyue such sympathetic look.

Duan Baiting was afraid that she would be bored here, so he wanted the driver to take her back first. As for himself, he couldn't leave for the time being.

There are too many elders here today. Even if they are indifferent, they still have to observe the proper etiquette.

He had to stay a while.

He was just about to take out his cell phone to call the driver and ask him to come directly and pick up Song Wanyue.

But his hand was held by Song Wanyue, and she shook her head: "I'm fine, I'll stay with you. I'll go back with you later."

This place is far away from the banquet venue and the location is remote. Even the light from the street lamps can't reach this side.

There was a moon with a hole in it above my head, emitting a faint but soft light.

Song Wanyue's face also looks equally soft under this softness.

The self-control that Duan Baiting was proud of usually didn't work on her, but unfortunately it was outside, not at home.

There was nothing I could do but hug him and give him a kiss.

After kissing her enough, he put her next to a buffet table and asked her to eat something and sit there for a while, and he would come over soon.

Song Wanyue nodded, and reminded him: "Drink less."

After saying this, even she herself was a little stunned by the tone.

Every time my mother told my father to drink less, she used the same tone.

Duan Baiting had already walked a little further away, but when he heard her words, he stopped.

He looked back at her, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were unusually deep.

After a moment, he turned back, hugged her and kissed her again, his voice hoarse as if pulled by passion: "You are so worried, why don't you come with me?"

These words sounded like an invitation, but in fact, he was just teasing her on purpose.

I know she hates that kind of occasion the most, being with a group of old men and women she doesn't know.

But somehow, she nodded and said, "Okay."

Her voice sounded like fresh fruit. When you take a bite, it's crispy, and when you swallow it, the sweetness seems to flow into your blood vessels.

It made his throat dry.

Although the elders who came here today are not very close to the Duan family, they are still somewhat related to them.

Duan Baiting left for a while, and when he came back, the uncles smiled at him: "We haven't finished the wine yet, we're waiting for you."

Duan Baiting also smiled: "Something urgent happened."

When people came closer, they saw that there was someone following him.

She was wearing a long off-shoulder dress with a white pearl necklace hanging on her slender swan neck, which made her already fair skin look even more noble.

Gentleness and brightness mixed together.

An elder was the first to recognize her: "Is this... Wanyue?" he

asked in an unsure tone.

Although Song Wanyue doesn't like dealing with unfamiliar people, she can handle them with ease.

She has been to such occasions many times since she was a child. With just a few words, she could coax the elders into praising her for being sensible in front of her parents.

That's why Song Wanyue found it hard to imagine that there was someone in the world who was so unpopular as Duan Baiting.

If he didn't have such a huge background, he probably wouldn't even have any friends around him.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes have a sweet curve, and the oval face as big as a palm is particularly lovable.

Coupled with the soft Wu dialect accent when she speaks, babbling, whatever she says sounds like she is acting coquettishly.

She called people one by one according to Duan Baiting's introduction.

"Hello Uncle Zhang, Hello Aunt Lin, Hello Uncle Qiao, Hello Grandma Gu, Hello Grandpa Xi..."

She called them one by one and actually memorized each person's last name and how to address them.

Her smile was like rippling green waves, which made people unable to take their eyes away.

Grandma Gu praised her, "This little girl is really good-looking, like a Hong Kong and Taiwan star."

Someone else said with a smile on her face, "She is prettier than Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, with round ears and a full forehead. She looks blessed."

Song Wanyue agreed with this and walked over with a smile to pour tea for the elderly people, "When I was just born, my father asked someone to tell my fortune, and the fortune teller also said that I am blessed."

The wine was taken away, and she said seriously, "Drinking is bad for your health, let's drink tea."

This caused the elderly people to laugh happily. The more they looked at her, the more they liked her.

He had originally just come over to say hello, but now he was holding her and wouldn't let her go.

"Bai Ting and the others have important business to discuss and are too busy to accompany us old people. Wanyue, please stay and chat with us."

Song Wanyue glanced at Duan Baiting. When he was about to speak, Song Wanyue interrupted him: "Okay."

She knew that Duan Baiting would definitely refuse. With his personality, he would at most say some polite words and then refuse politely.

This is why he is not liked by others.

Song Wanyue felt like a worried old woman. She would make sure he rewarded her when she got back.

Hearing her agreement, Duan Baiting glanced at her, as if trying to see something from her eyes.

Unwillingly, but having no choice.

But there was nothing, only the usual sweet smile.

Duan Baiting nodded.

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In such occasions, interpersonal communication is indispensable, and Duan Baiting is not averse to such social occasions.

After all, when you are in the business world, you have to build connections with all parties.

A few people stood there drinking, starting with some irrelevant topics and then gradually getting deeper.

New policies from above, future development directions, project planning, etc.

The man smiled and clinked glasses with Duan Baiting: "I haven't seen you for a while. I asked you to drink but you didn't come out."

Xi Yang took over the conversation with a smile and said jokingly: "You are busy accompanying your wife, so how can you find the time to drink with us."

When the iced whiskey was gently shaken, the pleasant sound of ice cubes colliding could be heard.

Duan Baiting had an air of superiority. Even though he seemed lazy and casual at the moment, his natural arrogance was hard to ignore.

He ignored the jokes and took a sip of his drink.

Glancing forward, I saw the direction where Song Wanyue was.

Seeing that he was losing interest, Xi Yang smiled again.

Then he said to the man, "Let's make an appointment to get together alone in a few days. It's not convenient to talk here."

The things they wanted to talk about were things that could be done behind closed doors and could not be heard by others.

Of course, it is not something illegal, but there are many ways to make money that cannot be directly exposed to people.

If you really want to find a mistake, you may find it.

Duan Baiting withdrew his gaze and casually set a date: "Then let's do it next week."

Several people nodded, as they all had time.

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In the front, near the stage, several elderly people were so coaxed by Song Wanyue that they couldn't stop smiling.

One moment he said, "You're already over seventy? Your age is seventy minus twenty. You don't look like it at all. You look so energetic and spirited that anyone can tell you're in your prime."

The next moment he said, "Where do the wrinkles come from? Where did they come from? I thought you went to the beauty salon for a regular face lift. Your skin is so tender, like a peeled egg."

Even a blind person could see that he was talking nonsense.

I knew she was just trying to coax me, but these words came out of this pretty little girl's mouth.

Her eyes were smiling and her voice had a bit of Shanghai accent.

Just listening to it makes me feel comfortable.

"Why is this girl's mouth so sweet? Did she eat honey?"

"No, my mouth is sweet only when I see someone I like."

Xi Yang smiled and said, "Your wife is quite eloquent."

Duan Baiting's eyes were always on her and hardly moved away. Even when socializing occasionally, he would just say a few perfunctory words and then look away.

Xi Yang teased him: "Are you really that inseparable?"

Duan Baiting took a sip of wine and said calmly, "I'm afraid she'll get into trouble."

Xi Yang saw through it but didn't say anything, so he also looked away.

This little girl is really good at coaxing old people.

Judging from her attitude, if she stays any longer, forget about her pension. The elderly people present should have been coaxed by her into changing their wills.

—Write her name among the heirs to the property.

Fortunately, she still had a conscience and stopped at the right time.

Under her radiant praise, several elderly people looked twenty years younger.

She even changed her way of speaking and called him Uncle Xi all the time.

When Xi Yang heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't there a generation difference between you, Sister Wanyue?"

Old Master Xi raised his hand to stop him, "Why don't you change your words and call me Aunt Wanyue."

Before Xi Yang could react, Song Wanyue's face froze.

What Aunt Wanyue? How ugly.

"Or... let's call her Wanyue."

Duan Baiting drank too much and looked a little tipsy. He was leaning lazily against the long table next to him, looking over here with a faint smile in his eyes.

Song Wanyue also saw him, and the smile on her face changed its meaning, different from before.

In addition to happiness, there is endless love in laughter.

"Why did you come just now?" She threw herself into his arms, muttering complaints, "I missed you so much."

He put down the wine glass in his hand and used his free hands to hug her: "Little liar."

She didn't expect that he saw her.

Song Wanyue hesitated for a while with a bit of embarrassment, then said: "I'm just saying good things for you. Your reputation is really too bad, so I tried my best to turn the tide and help you make up for it."

The temperature was low at night, and he had just taken off his coat and gave it to her. Now she only had a shirt on, and it was indeed a bit cold.

She was like a human heater, warm and cozy. He couldn't help but hug her tighter.

"Oh? How did you make up for it?"

Now that he was drunk and smelled her fragrance, he was gradually feeling sleepy. He just wanted to hug her and have a good sleep.

There was also a hint of hoarseness and depth in the voice.

Song Wanyue leaned on his chest. His clothes were not from big brands, but were tailor-made and hand-sewn.

The fabric of the shirt was soft and textured, and she leaned against his chest with her face pressed against it.

You can even feel the outline of the bulging muscles.

A dark blue shirt and a black tie hung neatly on his chest. The silver tie clip glowed coldly in the night.

Because it is tailor-made, the size is just right. Not too loose, not too tight.

Song Wanyue felt a sense of evil and found a certain spot through the soft fabric.

He pressed his face against that spot, rubbing it repeatedly.

Duan Baiting's eyes darkened. He wanted to scold her for messing around but she should know the situation.

But thinking that she would ignore people when she was angry, I had no choice but to hold her shoulders and take her to a more secluded place.

Song Wanyue felt his face darken and decided to quit while she was ahead.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, she gave him a bright and sunny smile.

Duan Baiting was silent for a while and just sighed.

"I just said that you are cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You're just a little tongue-tied and not very good at expressing yourself. In fact, you're very enthusiastic and helpful. And you're kind."

Duan Baiting nodded after listening.

It seemed that she never told the truth in front of those elders and was deceiving them from beginning to end.

Song Wanyue came over with a smile and took his arm: "Next time you go out, I will accompany you. Grandma Gu said that her grandson looks like a young Daniel Wu, and I want to meet him."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Really?"

She smiled a little guilty: "I... am just curious."

Duan Baiting nodded and said the same thing: "Really."

His tone was so light, as if it had been filtered through clear water several times.

Until there is no taste left.

Song Wanyue pretended to look around.

In the past, I always deliberately said things to make him angry and jealous.

But this time she really wanted to see it with her own eyes, she was just purely curious.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting did not pursue the matter further except that his voice became a little lower.

When the banquet was about to end, Duan Baiting was called by the elders again.

This time he did not bring Song Wanyue with him, asking her to stay put.

I guess there's something important to discuss and it's not convenient for her to be present.

Song Wanyue was not willing to stay there obediently, and she ran away as soon as Duan Baiting left.

This place is quite big. I heard it is the Xi family's private manor and no one lives here usually.

I only come here occasionally when I need a vacation or to recuperate.

Song Wanyue was tired from shopping and wanted to find the bathroom. The servant showed her the way, but she still went the wrong way.

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"Hide your skin for me!"

In a room in the manor, Ms. Sun was furious and pointed at the young man in front of her and cursed.

She is Xi Yang's mother and also the vice president of Megahertz Group. MHz is just a branch under Pingxun.

"If you could be as ruthless as Duan Baiting, would I let you embark on this path of marriage? You are so indecisive that you can't even break up with a woman. What can you achieve? Now you can only rely on women to consolidate your position. Do you understand? I warn you, you'd better not let anyone tell your grandfather about the matter of that actor!"

The man in a suit stood tall, his face neither cold nor indifferent.

After the people left, he slowly lit a cigarette and twisted the tobacco between his fingertips. In the light blue mist, he squinted slightly.

Song Wanyue was looking for the bathroom, got lost, and came here by mistake.

I thought this was the exit, so I pushed the door open, only to find it was a room.

Xi Yang stood there, waving the hand holding the cigarette at her: "Little Lucky, why are you alone? Are you angry with your Tingting again?"

It was that gentle smile and that gentle tone again.

Song Wanyue didn't like him. She snorted, walked out and closed the door.

After a few seconds, he pushed it away again, hesitating and embarrassed: "I... am lost."

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The elder pulled Duan Baiting aside and talked for a while, and when he finally got away, he couldn't find Song Wanyue.

Her cell phone was with him and there was no way to contact her.

Just when I was panicking and preparing to go look for her, I saw her being led towards this side by Xi Yang. She looked dejected, like a stray dog ​​with no energy.

Xi Yang put out his cigarette early, fearing that it would smoke the delicate little girl.

When he walked up to Duan Baiting, he patted Song Wanyue on the back of her head and said, "Keep an eye on your wife. She can get lost even when going to the bathroom. Fortunately, it was me who met her this time. If it was someone else."

He bent down slightly and threatened her with a smile, "You'll run away."

Knowing that he was deliberately talking to tease her, Song Wanyue gritted her teeth, like a scared cat.

However, it is difficult to scare people with such a beautiful appearance.

No deterrent effect at all.

Although he slapped her lightly, Song Wanyue still covered the back of her head with her hands and threw herself into Duan Baiting's arms to complain.

She said Xi Yang hit her and now her head is dizzy. She is afraid that she has a concussion.

As she spoke, she turned her head away from his arms and secretly glared at Xi Yang.

Duan Baiting hugged her and pretended to comfort her: "I'll help you call it back later."

Xi Yang deliberately sighed: "I finally understand that you value women over friendship."

Duan Baiting raised his wrist to check the time. It was getting late, and it was time to disperse.

He looked at Xi Yang: "Then we'll leave first. You tell Mr. Xi."

Xi Yang nodded and smelled the alcohol on him: "Shall I find someone to take you?"

"No need, I've brought a driver."

"Okay." Xi Yang said no more and lit another cigarette, "Be careful on the road."

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The driver was driving in the front, and Song Wanyue was sitting in the back seat next to Duan Baiting.

She is like a sticky piece of taffy. Once she sticks to you, you can't get rid of her.

He smelled strongly of alcohol, mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke. She leaned close to his lips and smelled them; there was no smell of smoke.

I think someone else smoked it and some of it got on him.

Duan Baiting drank too much tonight, the liquor was mixed with foreign liquor and had a strong aftereffect.

My head hurts a bit.

He placed his hand on his forehead and pressed it on his temple.

Song Wanyue asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road.

This action surprised Duan Baiting a little, until she opened the car door, got out and entered the pharmacy next to it.

When I came back, I had a bottle of water and a box of hangover pills in my hand.

"Take some of this and your headache will go away."

She opened the medicine and the bottle of mineral water together and handed them to him.

The driver waited until Duan Baiting finished taking the medicine before starting the car again.

He has followed Duan Baiting for many years and drives very steadily, without sudden brakes or sudden starts.

Song Wanyue asked him intently, "Are you feeling better?"

Even a panacea wouldn't work so quickly.

But Duan Baiting still nodded; "Much better."

So she smiled: "That's good."

The lights in the car were not on, and the dim shadows of the lights outside the car were cast in.

In this hazy state of light and darkness, she felt a sense of unreality and vagueness.

It looks like an ink painting that could be washed away by rain at any time.

Alcohol can catalyze and amplify people's senses and desires. Duan Baiting actually wanted to do something to her.

But his sanity was still there.

This was in the car, outside. And there was a third person present.

So he endured it with his strong self-control.

I endured it all the way back home.

The lights were on in the room. Song Wanyue was placed on the sofa by him. She watched him kneeling in front of her with his head lowered.

His trousers were slightly tightened because of his half-kneeling position, and one could almost see the muscle lines underneath.

Firm and strong.

His hands pressed tightly against her thighs, veins brimming on the back of his hands.

In the quiet room, she heard the sound of swallowing.

She didn't know how long it had been, but there seemed to be a flash of white light before her eyes, and she had no strength left, and she fell back onto the sofa.

Much faster than usual.

The main reason was that the lights were too bright and the visual impact was too strong, stimulating all her nerves.

There are people outside, looking down from a high place with snow on the mountains.

At this time, he was half kneeling in front of her, pleasing her.

Song Wanyue went over to him and hugged him like a puddle of water and said coquettishly, "Carry me to take a shower."

He did not move, and his body was still neat and tidy. Even the tie wasn't askew.

He asked her in a calm voice: "Aren't you going to meet the young Daniel Wu?"

"..."

What's wrong with this guy?

She thought the matter was over, but it turned out that she had to wait for the reckoning later.

She became more and more fearful and said with a smile, "The appointment is for the day after tomorrow."

Duan Baiting's eyes suddenly darkened.