Chapter 129 Falling Danying
In a membership-only bar in Yuncheng, the lights and shadows were colorful, the music was loud and deafening, and the alluring liquid of flowers and willows flowed into the body along the light.
The pole dancers on the stage on the first floor were as graceful as flying swans, and the customers in the informal seats and booths were toasting each other from time to time, making the scene very lively.
The corridor on the second floor is covered with elegant carpets and is surprisingly quiet, as if there is a natural barrier separating it from the noise downstairs.
In the VIP box, the music played softly and melodiously. Wen Shuowang sat on the sofa calmly, with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label whisky on the table and a few ice cubes in the glass slowly dispersing in the amber liquid.
Wen Shuowang picked up the wine glass and shook it gently, the ice cubes made a crisp sound, and he said slowly: "Sister Jiaojiao, the choice is yours. Since we have known each other since childhood, this is all I can do for you."
Li Jiao sat aside and asked cautiously: "Brother, why are you helping me?"
Wen Shuowang raised the corners of his mouth in self-mockery and sneered, "No reason. If you don't think it's necessary, you can just leave now. Just think of it as me meddling in your business."
Li Jiao brushed her charming curly hair, a little puzzled: "I'm just curious, what is your purpose for doing this? After all..."
Li Jiao said half and kept the other half, and didn't continue.
Wen Shuowang stared at the gradually shrinking ice in the cup, "Compared to her, I hope you can marry into the Wen family. It would be a huge joke for a woman like this to be associated with the Wen family. If this continues, where will the Wen family's reputation be?"
Li Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and said hesitantly, "Is it just because of this? It has nothing to do with my cousin at all?"
Wen Shuowang slowly turned his head, glanced at her, then stared at the wine glass again, shook his head and said, "That's all in the past. Isn't she living a good life now?"
Li Jiao shrugged, raised her glass and clinked it with him, "Brother, I still remember when I was little, I followed my cousin around and was your light bulb every day. At that time, I thought you would get married when you grew up, and I even called you cousin-in-law in private..."
Wen Shuowang took a sip of wine slowly, "I am sorry for her, but fortunately she is living a happy life now, so I feel less guilty."
"She doesn't hate you. When we talked about the past, my cousin never said a bad word about you." Li Jiao put down her glass. "Brother, you are successful in your career and have a happy family now. That's great."
Li Jiao's smile is full of profound meaning. There are no secrets in the circle. Wen Shuowang has been around many women over the years and has countless female confidants.
Although his actions may seem covert, some of them will leak out, and everyone has heard about them more or less.
Whether it is just a casual act or it is his nature that leads him to indulge in debauchery, others have no idea.
Wen Shuowang put away his emotions and regained his composure, "Have you thought it through? If you don't need this information, I will destroy it immediately and you will pretend you never saw it. Just pretend that what happened today never happened."
Li Jiao hesitated for a few seconds, then said firmly: "Brother, please send me the information!"
Wen Shuowang smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction, "What are you going to do after you get the information?"
...
Ye Zhenzhen was sleeping in a daze, as if she was dreaming. In her dream, there was a grand fireworks show.
Night is like day, with fire trees and silver flowers. Red like pomegranate flowers, green like willows floating in the smoke. Pieces of rosy clouds are magical, and branches are evenly colored.
There were crowds of people around, Wen Baijing held her hand, light and shadow swayed on his face, his smile lit up the flowers and trees, and Ye Zhenzhen saw the stars in the sky from his eyes.
The most beautiful love words she had ever heard came from his mouth. They came from a dream but were extremely beautiful and charming: "Ye Zhenzhen, will you marry me?"
The night sky is adorned with bright lights, and the ground is covered with red flowers. With your beloved by your side, the beautiful scenery stays in this world.
There were people everywhere, he knelt on one knee in front of her, they looked at each other tenderly, she had stars in her eyes and choked for a moment, before she could answer.
The fireworks show gradually came to an end, but the sound of the fireworks became louder and louder.
Thunder and viper.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly woke up from her dream, thunder rumbled across the sky, and arcs of lightning illuminated the sky.
The shocking lightning and thunder penetrated the curtains, illuminating the whole world and making it bright and dark.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously clenched his hand and unconsciously hid in his arms. Cold sweat oozed from her palms and cold dew hung on the roots of her hair.
She was trembling slightly in Wen Baijing's arms, like a bird in a dangerous nest on a stormy night, flapping her wet wings and breaking into his nest.
Wen Baijing woke up at some point, stroked her back, and whispered to comfort her: "Zhenzhen, it's okay, I'm here..."
Gentle breeze and drizzle melted away her fear.
Ye Zhenzhen buried her head in his chest, not daring to open her eyes for a long time, her voice was like the fluttering of wings: "I don't know why I feel so uneasy..."
Wen Baijing lowered his head and kissed her forehead, patiently asking, "Are you having a nightmare again?"
She clung to him tightly, shaking her head in silence in his arms.
"When will my Ye Zhenzhen grow up?" Wen Baijing stroked her hair tenderly and smiled softly: "What if I'm on a business trip when there's thunder in the future? Wouldn't you cry at home?"
For some reason, she was acting out of character and still felt a little nervous even in his arms.
The lightning lit up the room, and she struggled to get into his arms, wishing she could embed herself into his body.
Amid the lightning and thunder, the buzzing sound of the cell phone on the bedside table seemed inaudible and not very clear.
They all heard it.
Ye Zhenzhen turned away from his arms somewhat reluctantly and stretched out her arms to reach for the phone.
She wasn't the only one acting abnormally. Xia Tong called her late at night.
After a long chat, I asked her what she was doing these days and when she would take office. These questions can also be asked on WeChat, far from calling her late at night.
Late-night phone calls always seem urgent and cannot be delayed.
Ye Zhenzhen cleared her throat, still not feeling energetic, "Xia Tong, what happened?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Xia Tong stammered, "Zhenzhen, have you encountered any problems recently?"
Ye Zhenzhen thought she was referring to the incident of being called a mistress on Weibo, "It's no big deal, it will be resolved soon, don't worry."
"Zhenzhen, that's not the matter."
Ye Zhenzhen was a little surprised and slowly sat up from the bed: "What's that? Don't keep me in suspense..."
Xia Tong realized that she had disturbed her so late at night, and after talking for a long time, she still hadn't gotten to the point. She felt a little embarrassed but couldn't help but say, "I have a feeling that something bad will happen to you. I've been having dreams about you lately, and they're not good..."
Ye Zhenzhen asked Xia Tong what she dreamed about, but Xia Tong refused to say anything and just told her to be more careful.
After hanging up the phone, she slowly lay down in bed, her heart seemed to be hanging on a cliff, facing the abyss.
Wen Baijing gently embraced her and asked with care and concern: "Xia Tong called you so late, is there something wrong?"
"I told you, Xia Tong is a half-immortal." Ye Zhenzhen still climbed on him habitually with her limbs, and said anxiously: "Her sixth sense is sometimes very accurate."
Wen Baijing smiled helplessly, and had to comfort her: "You, sometimes you talk about constellations, sometimes about sixth sense, can your head hold so many things? Stop imagining nonsense..."
Ye Zhenzhen's face was filled with worry. She couldn't sleep, so she had to find some topics to fight her fear. "Will you always be by my side?"
Like a three-year-old child, he asked a question without thinking.
Wen Baijing had long been accustomed to her divergent thinking and was extremely tolerant, saying sincerely: "Ye Zhenzhen, I will always be by your side, as long as you are willing..."
Will love words come true if you repeat them ten thousand times?
She admitted that she was worried and anxious in this relationship and needed to confirm his feelings over and over again, asking him the same question over and over again.
Ye Zhenzhen wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft, mosquito-like voice was unusually clear: "I want to stay by your side forever, until our black hair turns white and we grow old together..."
The delusion of wanting to be with him forever always grew in the invisible corners, in every ordinary morning and evening. From when did all her holiday wishes start to be related to him? Every wish she made was like fine sand piling up into the sea.
The sea of sand was created because of him and was named after both of their surnames.