Chapter 164 I support you
The two tossed and turned until midnight, and their energy was almost exhausted.
On the floor, the emerald green cheongsam, white shirt and gray suit were tangled together, the silk tie had wrinkles, and the belt and trousers were inseparable.
Resting her head on Wen Baijing's arm, Ye Zhenzhen grew on him, leaving no gap.
Like a clingy cat, she lay beside him docilely and obediently. Wen Baijing bent down to kiss her forehead and rubbed her face with his eyes closed.
Ye Zhenzhen seemed to be full of energy, not sleepy at all, and started to chatter: "I don't think you love me."
Wen Baijing opened his eyes and pinched her chin, his expression filled with helplessness and indulgence: "What made you unhappy? Tell me."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head, looking extremely serious, "You said you wanted me to get married, and you also said that you would support me if I was bullied in the future."
Wen Baijing lifted her chin, his eyes tender, "Does this mean I don't love you?"
Ye Zhenzhen sat up, her voice a little hoarse: "If you love me, how could you bear to let me marry someone else?"
Wen Baijing turned sideways, propped his head on his elbow, and looked at her with interest, his fingertips tracing the ups and downs of her curves.
Ye Zhenzhen's breathing gradually became disordered. She pushed his hand away, moved to the side, and put her hands in front of her body.
"Come here, come here and I'll tell you why."
"No, you have no good intentions."
Wen Baijing sat up, put his arm around her waist from behind, bit her earlobe and said, "I'll prove it to you, okay?"
Half of Ye Zhenzhen's body was numb, and she went limp, falling into his arms.
When I woke up, it was almost ten o'clock.
Ye Zhenzhen slowly opened her eyes. The person beside her was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.
It turned out to be not a dream.
She felt as if she was sleeping on a cloud, light and airy. She didn't habitually pick up the phone on the bedside table to check it, and didn't care about anything.
Ye Zhenzhen rubbed her eyes, propped her head on her elbows, and looked at Wen Baijing intently.
She unconsciously reached out her hand and touched his eyebrows, eyes, and facial features. This face was so handsome that she could never get enough of looking at it.
Ye Zhenzhen's fingertips slid down and stopped at his protruding Adam's apple. She finally took his breath away again.
Wen Baijing was half asleep and came to hug her out of habit. Ye Zhenzhen let him hold her without moving.
Wen Baijing kissed her forehead, half-opened his eyes, and asked lazily, "Are you hungry?"
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and shook her head, closing her eyes in his arms, with a sweet curve at the corner of her lips, and said in a gentle tone: "Good morning."
Wen Baijing stroked her face and gradually woke up. His eyes were clear and he stared at her seriously: "Good morning."
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly pounced on Wen Baijing, picked up his mobile phone from his bedside table, and casually entered the password to unlock it.
Wen Baijing's smile was full of indulgence, and he put his arm around her waist: "Are you satisfied?"
Ye Zhenzhen gently patted his chest and said in a coquettish tone: "You are so annoying. The name of silly white rabbit does not suit me."
Wen Baijing raised his head and pecked her on the face, then asked lazily, "You called me a silly child. Did I say anything?"
Ye Zhenzhen laughed so hard that her body shook. She lowered her head to touch his forehead and whispered, "Then let's change our names together."
Wen Baijing smiled and said, "How about changing it to husband and wife?"
Ye Zhenzhen's heaving chest rubbed against Wen Baijing's chest, "You're so unsophisticated..."
Wen Baijing turned over and pressed her under him, smiling meaningfully: "I still want to hear you say it, you bastard..."
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After washing up, they sat on the balcony to enjoy the scenery.
The sky was clear blue, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky, casting a halo of fluffy, tasseled edges. A pair of wild geese flapped their wings and flew over the hills. The thin bamboo forest swayed gently in the breeze, like a clump of fern leaves printed on light blue brocade.
Wen Baijing took her hand and said seriously, "Ye Zhenzhen, are you still willing to be with me?"
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up and she smiled in surprise, as if she had thought of something. There was still a smile on her lips, but it was a little lighter.
She forgot to nod.
"Zhenzhen, I bought this ring in 15, when I was planning to propose to you..."
A custom-made seven-carat square diamond that shines even brighter in the sun.
The ring had been in the dark safe for endless years, and now it finally saw the light of day and met its owner.
Still as bright as new.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes instantly filled with tears. She turned away abruptly and covered her mouth with her hands.
No one knew that on the afternoon of May 2015, 5, she met Wen Baijing's grandfather.
That morning, she received a call asking her to meet. In the teahouse, she met the energetic old man. Wen Xin's majestic appearance has left a deep impression on her to this day.
Wen Xin politely asked her what kind of tea she wanted, but Ye Zhenzhen didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.
But she felt the condescending gaze of the rich people looking down on the ants.
"Ms. Ye, let's get straight to the point. You don't have to be embarrassed. How much money do you need to leave Wen Baijing?"
"I don't want money."
"Ms. Ye, it doesn't matter whether you are after money or not. My grandson is getting engaged soon."
Wen Xin was very frugal with words and was concise and to the point. He made his purpose clear in just a few words.
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen realized that it was time to say goodbye to Wen Baijing.
She raised her head and looked into those majestic eyes, trying to force out a stiff smile: "You don't owe me anything, I don't want a penny from you, don't worry, I will leave him."
Wen Xin picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, glanced at her disapprovingly, and said, "I hope you can keep your word."
That look was enough to crush Ye Zhenzhen's pitiful self-esteem. She barely maintained her last bit of dignity and said stubbornly, "Don't worry, I won't pester Wen Baijing anymore, and I will never marry into the Wen family in this life."
Wen Xin nodded in satisfaction, "It's a deal."
When she returned to Guanlanju that day, she kept cooking the same dish over and over in the kitchen: pickled pork with preserved vegetables, just wanting to have the freshest dish when Wen Baijing came back.
There wasn't much she could do for Wen Baijing, except to leave him and cook another dish for him.
It was not until May 5 that Wen Baijing returned to Guanlanju and drank the bowl of soup.
……
The words she said before are still fresh in my mind.
Ye Zhenzhen slowly squatted down, her body trembling constantly, and she covered her face and whispered: "But... I am not worthy of you..."
Wen Baijing helped her up and turned her shoulders, "Zhenzhen, what's important is that we love each other. We have missed each other for more than three years. Do we have to continue to miss each other?"
"I have been working hard to be with you, and now the obstacles are almost cleared..."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and pointedly expressed her concerns: "What about Grandpa? Does he know that you're getting a divorce? He's old and can't stand the blow, and he won't agree for us to be together."
"Have you ever thought about the outside world's perspective, your relatives, friends, and colleagues, and what they would think of you?"
Wen Baijing gently wiped her tears, his eyes were extremely firm: "Zhenzhen, I will find a way to deal with Grandpa. As for the others, what they think is their business."
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, showing no confidence.
Love cannot withstand any difficulties.
This is especially true for both of them.
That dark history cannot be washed away, and it is hard for her to accept that others use it to mock her. If they are together, how will she deal with it if others use her to mock Wen Baijing?
She didn't want to be a stain on him.
I don't want to break my promise.
Wen Baijing held her shoulders, trying to give her some courage: "Ye Zhenzhen, can you be a little braver?"
She lowered her head and said nothing, half surprised and half worried.
Wen Baijing closed his eyes and sighed, adjusting his depressed mood, and said anxiously: "You have been single for so many years, isn't it because of me? Now that we can be together, why are you so entangled and cowardly."
Ye Zhenzhen put away her sadness, looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do you really not care about being laughed at by others? Aren't you afraid that Zhichu will lose customers?"
Wen Baijing was stunned for a moment, but his voice remained firm: "Zhenzhen, I am not acting on impulse. This is a decision I made after careful consideration. Even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead, I still want to be with you."
"Can you let me think about it again?"
"Zhenzhen, I don't want to wait any longer. No matter what happens in the future, let's face it together, okay?"
Ye Zhenzhen just felt that her mind was in a mess, with all kinds of good and bad thoughts flashing back and forth, and she remained silent.
There was a rapid ringing of the phone.
On the small solid wood tea table, the mobile phone screen is dazzlingly bright.
Wen Baijing held her shoulders stubbornly and ignored the call.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the caller note and pushed him away, "You answer the phone first, in case there is something urgent."
Wen Baijing picked up the phone and answered it hesitantly, "Grandpa..."
Out of politeness, Ye Zhenzhen didn't want to listen to his conversation with his grandfather. She pretended to be calm and raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She turned around and was about to go to the room, but Wen Baijing stopped her and pulled her into his arms.
The voice coming from above my head was mellow and firm.
"Grandpa, I really love her, please help us."
The determination to go to the end of time with him broke through the cage at this moment, stretched its branches towards the light, and straightened its back.
Spring always lives in his arms, with gentle breezes, sparkling water and three thousand hectares of rippling waves.
Many years ago, in an autumn like this, he walked towards her, holding her and getting out of trouble step by step. In his arms, Ye Zhenzhen vaguely saw the snow on the Tianshan Mountains melting in the spring, winding down and washing the dust on the spring grass by the stream.
Wen Baijing was still talking on the phone, speaking in a dialect that she couldn't quite understand. Ye Zhenzhen put her arms around his waist, wanting only to live in the arms of spring forever.
Wen Baijing hung up the phone at some point and bent down to rub the top of her head. She was a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap in the warm spring day.
Wen Baijing stroked her back and asked calmly, "Ye Zhenzhen, if I had nothing, would you still love me?"
Ye Zhenzhen nodded desperately, afraid that he didn't believe her, so she looked up and said very seriously, "Business in the store is very good. I earned more than 200 last year. In the past few months, we started live streaming to sell clothes."
"I know this little money is not enough for your expenses. I will be more diligent in the future and broadcast a few more hours every day. Also, I will increase the gross profit of 60% by another 10%..."
Wen Baijing couldn't help but laugh. He leaned over slightly and rested his forehead against hers. Their thick eyelashes entangled together, "Do you want to keep a gigolo?"
Ye Zhenzhen's eyebrows curved into a crescent shape, the corners of her lips curved upwards, and she smiled innocently: "Well, if that pretty boy was you, I would work hard to make money to support you."
Wen Baijing rubbed her forehead and said, "I'm good at spending money, don't you dislike me?"
Ye Zhenzhen pressed her lips against his and said softly, "Don't mind. I will do my best to support you."
She thought for a while, and then her occupational disease kicked in, and she started bargaining: "If I buy it out, can I get a discount?"
"fool…"
"I am your financial sponsor from now on, and you can't talk to your financial sponsor like that."
They all laughed at the same time, it was the melting snow on the Tianshan Mountains playing the cheerful melody of gurgling streams, and the intoxicating fragrance of sweet osmanthus wine wafting into their noses.