Chapter 128 Lotus Pond
Zhongli stayed for dinner that day. Wen Baijing and Ye Zhenzhen thanked Zhongli again and again, and said they would take the time to thank Chen Bo.
Zhongli seemed to be hesitant to speak that day. He wanted to say something to Ye Zhenzhen several times, but because Wen Baijing was present, he never said anything.
Ye Zhenzhen had long forgotten what she had for dinner that day.
Looking for an ordinary dinner.
At the time, it was only common.
After seeing Zhongli off, Ye Zhenzhen felt an inexplicable emotion lingering in her heart. She felt a little panicked for some reason.
Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, her long, slightly curly black hair fell behind her shoulders. She was wearing a white silk nightgown, and she looked as quiet and peaceful as a lotus under the moon.
She looks a little cold when she doesn't smile.
Wen Baijing, wearing a light grey silk home suit, came to sit beside her, put his arm around her shoulders out of habit, and said with some concern: "What's wrong? Let your bodyguard go with you tomorrow. I'm worried that the poster will be angry with you..."
Ye Zhenzhen leaned on his shoulder, smiling bitterly, so she changed the subject: "I feel very uncomfortable. Can I have a drink? I remember that bottle of red wine I opened earlier has not been finished yet..."
Even if she was determined to produce the recording to prove her innocence, she would still feel sad. Now, in order to protect her job and reputation, she had to hurt her former friend and a little fetus.
Seeing her depressed look, Wen Baijing was worried that she would drink to drown her sorrows and get drunk, so he had to warn her in advance: "Just one cup... two cups at most."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded obediently. The amount of alcohol she could drink in one glass determined her upper limit.
Under the warm and soft light, the ruby-red liquid swayed at her fingertips. Maybe it was because the wine didn't intoxicate people, but the strong smell of alcohol made her eyes blurry. "Wen Baijing, I want to tell you about my hometown. There is a small desert in my hometown. Compared with the Taklimakan Desert, it can't be called a desert. We call it a small sandbag. When I was a child, I always imagined that when I grew up, I would take my lover there and sit on that small sandbag to watch the sunset together..."
Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head back and drank the red wine in one gulp. Soon, the brilliant color of the red wine, like a sunset glow, spread across her face.
Her eyes were bright, like fireflies in the dark night. "The best time to see them is at dusk, when the pink chrysanthemums at the foot of the desert sway in the breeze, and many fireflies light up green lanterns around the flowers. We chased the bright and beautiful fireflies all the way home..."
Wen Baijing stretched out his fingers and entangled them with her hair. He saw fireflies and stars in her eyes, and he couldn't help but yearn for it. "That must be beautiful..."
She put down her wine glass, and lay on his lap obediently, her voice as ethereal as a dream: "There is a century-old apricot tree in my alma mater, which requires two people to hug. Every spring, rouge stains my cheeks, the east wind blows snow, and I stand under the tree with apricot blossoms all over my head. Many female classmates take pictures during lunch break and in the evening, and some even take pictures with male classmates they like..."
She didn't understand why, but she really wanted to talk to Wen Baijing about this today.
This was a story that Wen Baijing had always wanted to hear, and she wanted to tell him without reservation.
Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and looked at her tenderly, his tone was like a gentle breeze: "Have you ever taken a photo with the boy you like under the apricot tree?"
"I don't have a favorite boy." Ye Zhenzhen shook her head shyly, raised her hand to touch his protruding Adam's apple, and said in a somewhat sad voice: "I only have a photo of me standing under an apricot tree. When my classmates took the photo for me, I happened to blink..."
Wen Baijing reached out and pinched her fingers, his expression somewhat serious, "When will you take me to visit your alma mater?"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't tell for a moment how much of his words were genuine, whether he was just chatting casually or was sincere, but she was still very happy in her heart, "Okay! As long as you don't ask me to teach you the minority language, everything is fine."
The way she smiled joyfully in his arms was like a lotus flower slightly tipsy after drinking a sip of wine, with the lotus petals stained with light rouge.
Wen Baijing kissed the back of her hand tenderly, saying in a gentle voice: "I'll take a photo for you when the time comes. Don't blink when you stand under the apricot tree..."
"Okay, remember to take a pretty picture of me." Ye Zhenzhen's smile became more and more intense, and her body swayed with the gentle breeze. Her jade-like face was a lotus, and the few strands of hair on her forehead were the pistil.
Ten miles of lotus pond, the lotus flowers are fragrant in the mirror.
She wished to grow in his lotus pond, sharing one tenth of the bright moon and half of the spring light.
The lotus buds were fragrant, Wen Baijing lowered his head to touch her lips, "Zhenzhen, why don't we have a baby?"
Ye Zhenzhen was about to close her eyes to respond to his kiss when she was suddenly awakened and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
She struggled subconsciously, trying to push Wen Baijing away.
But Wen Baijing had no intention of giving up. He put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Don't you love me?"
Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and looked at the red wine on the table. She wanted to accept her fate but didn't want to. She didn't want to be the second Lin Xiaoxi.
Wen Baijing lingered in her ear, panting heavily, "Ye Zhenzhen, I just want to keep you. I'm scared. I don't want to lose you..."
When her consciousness was about to collapse, she pushed him away and said, "I'm tired."
Ye Zhenzhen got rid of his entanglement and stumbled towards the bed. As soon as she reached the bed, Wen Baijing threw her down and pressed her down, pressing her hands to her sides, "You can say I'm selfish or hate me..."
She lay flat on her back on the bed, her voice filled with disappointment: "Why? Why did you make this decision? Why didn't you ask for my opinion?"
Wen Baijing buried his head in her neck, speechless for a moment, his hot breath falling on her skin, and after a while he spoke in disappointment: "You keep saying you love me, why don't you even want to give birth to a child for me?"
"You ask me why?" Ye Zhenzhen smiled bitterly, her throat a little hoarse, "You have won me back time and time again but never opened your heart to me. Do you look down on me just because of my past?"
"Ye Zhenzhen, do you have a conscience?" Wen Baijing poked her heart and said in a voice as cold as snow: "If I looked down on you, why would I spend so much time on you? I should have been tired of you after more than two years..."
"I don't want to, I don't agree..." Ye Zhenzhen resisted, "Wen Baijing, I'm afraid of living like Lin Xiaoxi, I don't want to..."
Before experiencing the Weibo incident, she thought she could do it, she could follow Wen Baijing for the rest of her life without seeking anything, without any status or fame.
But Lin Xiaoxi is a lesson learned from the past. She doesn't want to live a life of hiding from the public.
Many things happen in a moment of thought. A change of mind is just a matter of a moment.
Wen Baijing's voice spread from her heart, and the hot breath fell on the tip of her heart, "Zhenzhen, be obedient, okay?"
Eventually her body failed before her mind.
When facing Wen Baijing, she could never be rational. She didn't know how to gamble, but she sat at the gambling table reluctantly. She had already entered the casino since she called Wen Baijing in 2012.
But she realized it too late.
Coming out of the bathroom, she crawled into bed, not even letting her hair show. A feeling of self-loathing surged into her heart, mixed with shame and guilt.
Wen Baijing would not marry her. She had known this since the first day they were together. But now that he had said it so bluntly, without leaving any fig leaf, Ye Zhenzhen was left with only melancholy and disappointment.
The shattered self-esteem can no longer be picked up.
Ye Zhenzhen was too ashamed to face him and could only leave him with a silent back.
"Zhenzhen, are you blaming me?" Wen Baijing pulled her out of the quilt and habitually stretched out his arm to serve as a pillow for her.
She seemed to fall asleep in an instant and did not answer. Wen Baijing stroked her wet cheek and only sighed.
This was the only way to keep her, he admitted that he was selfish. As long as she got pregnant, it would be a done deal, maybe everything would be solved.
He is also gambling.
Even if grandpa doesn't agree in the end, Ye Zhenzhen will not leave him. For his own selfish reasons, it doesn't matter if he becomes a shady villain.
Grandpa's accusations, Ye Zhenzhen's misunderstanding, and his guilt were nothing compared to the pain of losing Ye Zhenzhen.
Only now did he realize that it should have been done earlier.
But he knew in his heart that if he had not experienced Ye Zhenzhen's kidnapping, he would not have made this decision.
Wen Baijing reached out to hold her hand, and their fingers intertwined in tacit understanding. This relationship must have a result, it must have a result.
"Zhenzhen, believe me."
Ye Zhenzhen has been under too much mental stress these days, and the calming Chinese medicine has made her drowsy. In her daze, she hears a sentence repeating faintly in her ears.
"Zhenzhen, believe me..."