marital love
Chapter 11
The next night, there was a level 3 gust and light rain.
In order to show his sincerity, Wen Yao arrived at the Pearl Restaurant at 07:30.
Sitting upright in the private room, a discerning eye can tell that she has dressed up deliberately, with light makeup, wearing a moon-white one-shoulder lace suspender dress, long pendant star and moon earrings, a straight waist, and an elegant posture. A gentle and harmless dignified gesture.
The Pearl Restaurant is next to the river, occupying the middle part of a towering building, which is the best height to enjoy the river view.
From a distance, you can see the sultry night on the Lingchuan River, and you can hear the loud and majestic whistle of the ferry boat up close. It is a beautiful scenery no matter how far or near you are. The bridge is full of traffic, and the lights on both sides of the river are brightly lit.
After a while, Wen Yao turned on the phone and checked the time, it was already 55:[-] in the evening.
It's eight o'clock in five minutes.
Although she looked calm, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Not sure if Yan Sui will come.
Besides, Wen Yumian and his party are also here, coincidentally, they are in the room above her.
When she came out, she made a bet with Ye Zhi.
Guess how likely it is that Yan will come to the appointment.
Ye Zhi is categorical: [-]%.
This is too shocking, she tried to struggle: I think it is [-]%.
Ye Zhi laughed at her mercilessly: If you're not sure, why bother to do it, it's not like you.
The Wen Yao in her impression never did anything uncertain, nor did she fight unprepared battles.
As for Yan Sui, it was beyond her expectation.
This [-]% is Wen Yao's sixth sense. It is said that a woman's sixth sense is very accurate, but now she can't control it, so she dare not make a conclusion, but she can feel that Yan Sui is right. She should be somewhat interested.
Or maybe, sex.
Another 10 minutes passed.
[-]:[-].
There was no movement in the box, Wen Yao involuntarily pursed her lips.
Her gaze scanned the phone page, then retracted lightly, nodded slightly, and turned her head to look at the river view outside the window.
When it was raining, bits and pieces of raindrops fell on the glass windows, leaving streaks of water.
Wen Yao stared at these traces, and as time went by, they gradually increased, became foggy and blurred.
Keeping one movement, the neck becomes stiff.
She tried to move, and turned on the phone again.
It's almost nine o'clock.
There was still silence at the door.
There was only her breathing in the huge box.
It was like explaining a problem to her: she was let go.
Yan Sui didn't come.
Her patience had reached its peak at this time, although she didn't want to admit that she had suffocated her anger and resentment, because Yan Sui was most likely upstairs with Wen Yumian's "love as a concubine".
But she is not qualified to question, she clearly knows that she is nothing to Yan Sui, at most it is just a romantic relationship, and the kind that even looks down upon.
Wait no more.
Wen Yao grabbed the handbag next to her, picked up the phone on the table rudely, and stood up abruptly——
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
The man stood at the door, calm and relaxed, his deep and dark eyes swept over him, cold and distant: "Why, you want to go?"
Wen Yao was stunned on the spot for a second, and then quickly sat down again, holding the hair around her ears with her hands, her beautiful collarbone fluctuating with her movements, and a delicate smile appeared in her eyes: "I haven't waited until Yan Sir, why would I leave?"
The man didn't answer, and his indifferent eyes shifted from her fingertips to her clavicle with clear bones, and then to her face full of fake fake smiles.
After a very faint glance, he looked away.
He strolled forward, not wearing a suit or tie, but casual attire, which made his figure slender, and his temperament was as indifferent as if he had just withdrawn from a certain entertainment venue.
Wen Yao guessed his whereabouts before and after, but to no avail.
The man's slender and clean hands were already on the seat, he pulled it casually, and sat down majestically, with a cold and low voice: "Busy, 5 minutes."
Concise and concise, it seems to be treating subordinates.
He didn't even explain why he was late.
Wen Yao wanted to laugh, but there was indeed a smile on her face.
It was ironic that she had waited for him for more than an hour and only got 5 minutes in exchange.
But it's true, if you ask someone to do something, you have to follow the other party's requirements and rules.
Time is tight.
Wen Yao also tried to keep things short, straight to the point: "Mr. Yan, are you married?"
He was flicking a dark green cigarette lighter with his fingertips, and the cap was raised and lowered according to his movements, and every moment he put it down, there was a "click" sound.
A few seconds later, he put the cigarette lighter on the table.
"Snapped."
This movement was louder and more crisp than the sound of closing the cover, as if it shook Wen Yao's heart.
Then, he spoke with a chill: "What do you mean?"
The corners of Wen Yao's lips curved just right, "Naturally, the meaning is literal. Mr. Yan is so smart, I believe he won't fail to understand."
The cigarette lighter returned to his fingertips again, and resumed the original action, again and again, as if holding her heartbeat tightly.
The hands under the table involuntarily pressed down on her knees, she tried to see what was in his eyes, but it was a pity that the other party was obviously a person who did not easily reveal her true emotions, so she became anxious and her heart hung in the air.
Under the white light, the halo fell on his handsome face, as if it was covered with a cold white glaze, making the chiseled features more delicate.
Yan Sui raised his eyelids and stared at her, with a half-smile on his thin lips: "You Wen's family is really interesting, first you have your younger sister asking for marriage, and then your older sister shows her love, it's because of how much you lack men that you're so hungry. "
The sarcasm is undisguised.
While speaking, he lightly touched the table with the cigarette lighter in his hand.
Wen Yao's eyes fell to his clear and strong hands, she smiled without changing her face, and her voice was spontaneously soft: "Mr. Yan, don't underestimate yourself, I don't think there is any woman who is not attracted to your charm, even if you are not... It's the same for the Wen family as for other people."
Yan Sui changed to a more relaxed sitting position, and lowered his tone, "It is said that Miss Wen has no shame and is notorious. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see it, it is true."
The corners of Wen Yao's mouth froze, then he raised his eyebrows, and the bright smile on his face became more and more obvious, "People's words are scary, Mr. Yan shouldn't be the kind of person who listens to the wind and the rain."
"You know me that well?"
Wen Yao: "If Mr. Yan is willing to give me this opportunity."
"If I remember correctly, the person the Wen family wants to marry the Yan family is your sister, not you."
Wen Yao paused for a moment, then continued: "But the marriage has not yet started, and Mr. Yan is still single and a free man. It seems that I have no fault in pursuing you."
"Pursue me?"
Yan Sui smiled lightly, the cigarette lighter burst into flames, his eyes stayed on it, and at the moment when the flames disappeared, his brows and eyes were extraordinarily cold, as if they were faintly cool.
"Sorry, I refuse."
After saying that, he glanced at the watch on his wrist and reminded her impersonally: "You still have 1 minute."
He gave the answer, which Wen Yao expected.
She was not discouraged either, so she took the phone, rummaged through it a few times, and then pushed it in front of him, "How about Mr. Yan looking at this?"
Yan Sui glanced at her before looking at his phone.
is a video.
A little familiar.
In the corridor of the bar that night, a man and a woman were flirting with each other in ambiguous poses, who didn't need to say clearly, this was surveillance.
The scene turned and came to the room. It was on the bed with a man covering a woman. This was a private recording.
The man's eyes were secretive, his expression was still stern and difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger. Gradually, his eyes turned cold, and soon disappeared and turned into a flat, until calm.
Wen Yao didn't miss any emotion on his face, but peeked into it with a half-knowledge, especially feeling that the man's city is extremely deep.
As she listened to the rustling sounds coming from her mobile phone, she couldn't help feeling warm when she thought of some scenes that were about to happen.
The video was very long, and Yan Sui didn't finish watching it.
But after a while, he turned off the phone and put it on the table. He was smiling, with a faint smile in his eyes, but it was as cold as bone, "I want to ask a question."
Wen Yao held her breath and became nervous for no reason - she was a little suspicious of his attitude, at least in her imagination, it shouldn't be like this.
"Mr. Yan, you ask."
The man said calmly, "Have you finished watching this video?"
Wen Yao froze suddenly, blinked her eyes, her face seemed to be evasive, and the roots of her ears became even hotter, "What do you mean by that, and why did Mr. Yan ask such a question."
Yan Sui nodded, the man's jaw line was extremely superior, he didn't answer the question instead: "You took the following video."
Asked like a statement.
The answer is indeed very obvious, who else but her.
"What is the purpose?"
Wen Yao smiled: "Of course it is for Mr. Yan to marry me."
She looked at him with a smile, her voice was soft and slow, and every word was clear and resounded in the box.
"Just rely on this thing." The man snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and restrained his smile completely, "You are simply wishful thinking."
Wen Yao's lip line was flattened into a line, and she seemed to have no intention of deviating with him. She thought he would not admit it, so she was not very polite: "I can give Mr. Yan some time to think clearly, but my patience is limited. Can't wait long."
Yan Sui withdrew his lazy posture and leaned back slightly, "Threat me?"
"How can it be considered a threat? I'm seriously talking to Mr. Yan."
Yan Sui picked up her mobile phone, "Then do you know that you are breaking the law, who gave you the courage to record such things?"
At this point, it is useless to pretend to be false.
Wen Yao said with a smile: "It's just a woman's means of self-protection. If Mr. Yan agrees to my conditions, then I guarantee that this video will not be leaked, but Mr. Yan is still so ruthless, maybe he will have to suffer a bit. Considering the status of the Yan family, I think Mr. Yan can clearly understand it."
"Heh." Yan Sui let out a cold snort, with deep sarcasm flashing across his eyes, "Then you know, that night, you and I did nothing."
Wen Yao suddenly seemed to have been hit with a sap, and was stunned on the seat.
Yan Sui's gaze was fixed on her dull expression, and he paused every word: "I didn't have sex with you."
In order to show his sincerity, Wen Yao arrived at the Pearl Restaurant at 07:30.
Sitting upright in the private room, a discerning eye can tell that she has dressed up deliberately, with light makeup, wearing a moon-white one-shoulder lace suspender dress, long pendant star and moon earrings, a straight waist, and an elegant posture. A gentle and harmless dignified gesture.
The Pearl Restaurant is next to the river, occupying the middle part of a towering building, which is the best height to enjoy the river view.
From a distance, you can see the sultry night on the Lingchuan River, and you can hear the loud and majestic whistle of the ferry boat up close. It is a beautiful scenery no matter how far or near you are. The bridge is full of traffic, and the lights on both sides of the river are brightly lit.
After a while, Wen Yao turned on the phone and checked the time, it was already 55:[-] in the evening.
It's eight o'clock in five minutes.
Although she looked calm, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Not sure if Yan Sui will come.
Besides, Wen Yumian and his party are also here, coincidentally, they are in the room above her.
When she came out, she made a bet with Ye Zhi.
Guess how likely it is that Yan will come to the appointment.
Ye Zhi is categorical: [-]%.
This is too shocking, she tried to struggle: I think it is [-]%.
Ye Zhi laughed at her mercilessly: If you're not sure, why bother to do it, it's not like you.
The Wen Yao in her impression never did anything uncertain, nor did she fight unprepared battles.
As for Yan Sui, it was beyond her expectation.
This [-]% is Wen Yao's sixth sense. It is said that a woman's sixth sense is very accurate, but now she can't control it, so she dare not make a conclusion, but she can feel that Yan Sui is right. She should be somewhat interested.
Or maybe, sex.
Another 10 minutes passed.
[-]:[-].
There was no movement in the box, Wen Yao involuntarily pursed her lips.
Her gaze scanned the phone page, then retracted lightly, nodded slightly, and turned her head to look at the river view outside the window.
When it was raining, bits and pieces of raindrops fell on the glass windows, leaving streaks of water.
Wen Yao stared at these traces, and as time went by, they gradually increased, became foggy and blurred.
Keeping one movement, the neck becomes stiff.
She tried to move, and turned on the phone again.
It's almost nine o'clock.
There was still silence at the door.
There was only her breathing in the huge box.
It was like explaining a problem to her: she was let go.
Yan Sui didn't come.
Her patience had reached its peak at this time, although she didn't want to admit that she had suffocated her anger and resentment, because Yan Sui was most likely upstairs with Wen Yumian's "love as a concubine".
But she is not qualified to question, she clearly knows that she is nothing to Yan Sui, at most it is just a romantic relationship, and the kind that even looks down upon.
Wait no more.
Wen Yao grabbed the handbag next to her, picked up the phone on the table rudely, and stood up abruptly——
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
The man stood at the door, calm and relaxed, his deep and dark eyes swept over him, cold and distant: "Why, you want to go?"
Wen Yao was stunned on the spot for a second, and then quickly sat down again, holding the hair around her ears with her hands, her beautiful collarbone fluctuating with her movements, and a delicate smile appeared in her eyes: "I haven't waited until Yan Sir, why would I leave?"
The man didn't answer, and his indifferent eyes shifted from her fingertips to her clavicle with clear bones, and then to her face full of fake fake smiles.
After a very faint glance, he looked away.
He strolled forward, not wearing a suit or tie, but casual attire, which made his figure slender, and his temperament was as indifferent as if he had just withdrawn from a certain entertainment venue.
Wen Yao guessed his whereabouts before and after, but to no avail.
The man's slender and clean hands were already on the seat, he pulled it casually, and sat down majestically, with a cold and low voice: "Busy, 5 minutes."
Concise and concise, it seems to be treating subordinates.
He didn't even explain why he was late.
Wen Yao wanted to laugh, but there was indeed a smile on her face.
It was ironic that she had waited for him for more than an hour and only got 5 minutes in exchange.
But it's true, if you ask someone to do something, you have to follow the other party's requirements and rules.
Time is tight.
Wen Yao also tried to keep things short, straight to the point: "Mr. Yan, are you married?"
He was flicking a dark green cigarette lighter with his fingertips, and the cap was raised and lowered according to his movements, and every moment he put it down, there was a "click" sound.
A few seconds later, he put the cigarette lighter on the table.
"Snapped."
This movement was louder and more crisp than the sound of closing the cover, as if it shook Wen Yao's heart.
Then, he spoke with a chill: "What do you mean?"
The corners of Wen Yao's lips curved just right, "Naturally, the meaning is literal. Mr. Yan is so smart, I believe he won't fail to understand."
The cigarette lighter returned to his fingertips again, and resumed the original action, again and again, as if holding her heartbeat tightly.
The hands under the table involuntarily pressed down on her knees, she tried to see what was in his eyes, but it was a pity that the other party was obviously a person who did not easily reveal her true emotions, so she became anxious and her heart hung in the air.
Under the white light, the halo fell on his handsome face, as if it was covered with a cold white glaze, making the chiseled features more delicate.
Yan Sui raised his eyelids and stared at her, with a half-smile on his thin lips: "You Wen's family is really interesting, first you have your younger sister asking for marriage, and then your older sister shows her love, it's because of how much you lack men that you're so hungry. "
The sarcasm is undisguised.
While speaking, he lightly touched the table with the cigarette lighter in his hand.
Wen Yao's eyes fell to his clear and strong hands, she smiled without changing her face, and her voice was spontaneously soft: "Mr. Yan, don't underestimate yourself, I don't think there is any woman who is not attracted to your charm, even if you are not... It's the same for the Wen family as for other people."
Yan Sui changed to a more relaxed sitting position, and lowered his tone, "It is said that Miss Wen has no shame and is notorious. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see it, it is true."
The corners of Wen Yao's mouth froze, then he raised his eyebrows, and the bright smile on his face became more and more obvious, "People's words are scary, Mr. Yan shouldn't be the kind of person who listens to the wind and the rain."
"You know me that well?"
Wen Yao: "If Mr. Yan is willing to give me this opportunity."
"If I remember correctly, the person the Wen family wants to marry the Yan family is your sister, not you."
Wen Yao paused for a moment, then continued: "But the marriage has not yet started, and Mr. Yan is still single and a free man. It seems that I have no fault in pursuing you."
"Pursue me?"
Yan Sui smiled lightly, the cigarette lighter burst into flames, his eyes stayed on it, and at the moment when the flames disappeared, his brows and eyes were extraordinarily cold, as if they were faintly cool.
"Sorry, I refuse."
After saying that, he glanced at the watch on his wrist and reminded her impersonally: "You still have 1 minute."
He gave the answer, which Wen Yao expected.
She was not discouraged either, so she took the phone, rummaged through it a few times, and then pushed it in front of him, "How about Mr. Yan looking at this?"
Yan Sui glanced at her before looking at his phone.
is a video.
A little familiar.
In the corridor of the bar that night, a man and a woman were flirting with each other in ambiguous poses, who didn't need to say clearly, this was surveillance.
The scene turned and came to the room. It was on the bed with a man covering a woman. This was a private recording.
The man's eyes were secretive, his expression was still stern and difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger. Gradually, his eyes turned cold, and soon disappeared and turned into a flat, until calm.
Wen Yao didn't miss any emotion on his face, but peeked into it with a half-knowledge, especially feeling that the man's city is extremely deep.
As she listened to the rustling sounds coming from her mobile phone, she couldn't help feeling warm when she thought of some scenes that were about to happen.
The video was very long, and Yan Sui didn't finish watching it.
But after a while, he turned off the phone and put it on the table. He was smiling, with a faint smile in his eyes, but it was as cold as bone, "I want to ask a question."
Wen Yao held her breath and became nervous for no reason - she was a little suspicious of his attitude, at least in her imagination, it shouldn't be like this.
"Mr. Yan, you ask."
The man said calmly, "Have you finished watching this video?"
Wen Yao froze suddenly, blinked her eyes, her face seemed to be evasive, and the roots of her ears became even hotter, "What do you mean by that, and why did Mr. Yan ask such a question."
Yan Sui nodded, the man's jaw line was extremely superior, he didn't answer the question instead: "You took the following video."
Asked like a statement.
The answer is indeed very obvious, who else but her.
"What is the purpose?"
Wen Yao smiled: "Of course it is for Mr. Yan to marry me."
She looked at him with a smile, her voice was soft and slow, and every word was clear and resounded in the box.
"Just rely on this thing." The man snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and restrained his smile completely, "You are simply wishful thinking."
Wen Yao's lip line was flattened into a line, and she seemed to have no intention of deviating with him. She thought he would not admit it, so she was not very polite: "I can give Mr. Yan some time to think clearly, but my patience is limited. Can't wait long."
Yan Sui withdrew his lazy posture and leaned back slightly, "Threat me?"
"How can it be considered a threat? I'm seriously talking to Mr. Yan."
Yan Sui picked up her mobile phone, "Then do you know that you are breaking the law, who gave you the courage to record such things?"
At this point, it is useless to pretend to be false.
Wen Yao said with a smile: "It's just a woman's means of self-protection. If Mr. Yan agrees to my conditions, then I guarantee that this video will not be leaked, but Mr. Yan is still so ruthless, maybe he will have to suffer a bit. Considering the status of the Yan family, I think Mr. Yan can clearly understand it."
"Heh." Yan Sui let out a cold snort, with deep sarcasm flashing across his eyes, "Then you know, that night, you and I did nothing."
Wen Yao suddenly seemed to have been hit with a sap, and was stunned on the seat.
Yan Sui's gaze was fixed on her dull expression, and he paused every word: "I didn't have sex with you."
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