Chapter 132 Perfection

Yu Ze was completely humiliated, and the greatest humiliation did not come from making a fool of himself in public, but from Tang Weisheng's harsh ridicule.

Wen Shuang came out of the room and stared at the dough figurine blankly. It took her several seconds to recognize that it was Yu Ze. She said hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

"This is a temporary performance for you." Xuanzhe naturally heard what the system said just now, and knew that Yuze came prepared, but he was not angry. He understood that Yuze was just not convinced by the koi physique of his quail. It didn't matter, all newcomers were like this.

Xuanzhe was sure that Yu Ze's fall was caused by the system, but since he could slip on such a flat ground, it was most likely due to the effect of Wen Shuang's magnetic field.

Wen Shuang couldn't believe that Yu Ze would deliberately embarrass himself by making such a scene, but the other party's posture was too tragic. He couldn't find the right words for a moment and could only whisper, "Thank you."

"Haha... cough cough cough!" Tang Weisheng laughed so hard that his throat hurt. He leaned on Tan Li's shoulder to relax. He was the one on the bottom, so what if Yu Ze fell so hard? From now on, they will be equals, okay?

"That's enough." Tan Li patted Tang Weisheng's back, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

Yu Feng: "Wow..." He was about to say something, but Lei Wenxu quickly covered his mouth and took him away.

Yu Ze definitely couldn't appear in the reception room like this. Zhou Qing stepped forward to help him, but his hand was stretched in mid-air, unable to find a place to land. In the end, Yu Ze grabbed him and said in a muffled voice: "You despise me?"

The man's face was covered in flour and his eyelashes were white, but his eyes were dark and captivating. Zhou Qing couldn't help but curl her lips and suddenly felt that this man was very cute.

Zhou Qing accompanied Yu Ze back to the room to take a shower and change clothes. Outside, Wen Shuang and Xuan Zhe walked out hand in hand in full view of everyone.

The two figures, one black and one white, were a perfect match. Xuan Zhe was usually serious in various financial magazines and interviews, but at this moment he was smiling and happy from the bottom of his heart. Especially when his eyes fell on Wen Shuang, he was always particularly gentle.

The guests all sat below and watched them stand in front of the master of ceremonies and take the oath.

"Mr. Xuanzhe, are you willing to be together with Wen Shuang forever, to be together for a hundred years, and never let go of his hand no matter what disaster happens?"

Xuanzhe held Wen Shuang's hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed her. His low voice came through the microphone and said, "I do."

"Mr. Wen Shuang, are you willing to be together with Xuan Zhe forever..."

Wen Shuang answered quickly: "I do!"

There was laughter from the audience.

The emcee also smiled with blessing and finished reading the oath, which earned Wen Shuang's two "I do."

"That's great..." Ran Yao wiped the tears from her face, took the tissue handed to her by Lin Nuan, said "thank you" and patted Tang Weisheng's shoulder in front of her: "Tang Tang, when will you and Mr. Tan..."

Tang Weisheng smelled the faint fragrance from the woman, and half of his body felt numb. He felt a little uncomfortable, but not repulsive. He just felt that the name Ran Yao was too sweet and did not suit him.

Ran Yao is different from Tang Wansu. She is a real lady from a noble family. Her every move is naturally elegant and dignified. Logically speaking, Tang Wansu destroyed her family, even if she and Xuan Zhong had a bad relationship, but this kind of thing is intolerable in any marriage. Most people would not even like the children of a mistress. Tang Weisheng had a bad temper at first and was not likable, but in Tang Weisheng's impression, Ran Yao had never spoken harshly to him, and the smile in her eyes was always sincere, as if she could clearly distinguish between Tang Weisheng and Tang Wansu.

"Auntie Ran, you can just call me Weisheng." Tang Weisheng leaned back, speaking in a serious tone, showing great respect for Ran Yao: "We are not in a hurry."

Tan Li gnashed his teeth, thinking to himself, "Even if no one is anxious, I am so anxious!"

Ran Yao noticed Tan Li's expression and couldn't help but chuckle, "You're old enough now, so we need to hurry up and do it. We'll be here when the time comes. Aunt Ran will check on you and make sure Mr. Tan has to go through a lot of trials and tribulations before he can bring our Tang Tang home."

Tang Weisheng's ears turned red and his voice became softer: "Auntie Ran, don't call me..."

"Tangtang." Tan Li suddenly leaned close to Tang Weisheng's ear and shouted, almost making him jump. He raised his eyebrows slightly at his lover, indicating that he liked this name very much.

Tang Weisheng: “…”

Xuanzhe had already raised his glass to toast. He had accumulated a lot of prestige over the years, and most people didn't dare to take the opportunity to get him drunk, except for Jiang Suqing and Lei Wenxu, a few of his close friends.

Lei Wenxu raised his head slightly with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes and looking at Xuan Zhe: "Mr. Xuan, how do you feel?"

Xuanzhe smiled knowingly: "Very beautiful."

Yang Lian was used to taking care of Wen Shuang, and was worried that he would get hungry standing all the time, so he quickly mixed the broth from the braised pork elbow into a bowl of rice and added some vegetables. Wen Shuang quickly took it and finished it in almost a minute.

After three rounds of drinks, Yu Ze and Zhou Qing finally came down from upstairs. Yu Ze didn't show any expression, but the atmosphere around him was tense, as if to say, "If anyone mentions the accident just now, I will fight you to the death immediately." Zhou Qing didn't know if he hadn't stood firmly, but stumbled when he was going down the stairs. Yu Ze quickly hugged him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No." Zhou Qing smiled and said, "I didn't notice."

Wen Shuang's cheeks were bulging from eating, and her smile faded slightly when she saw this.

There is nothing much to say about this wedding. Xuanzhe's preference was written all over his face. Even the black fans and some marketing accounts could not say "evasive" or "perfunctory".

Life after marriage seems to be no different from before. If I have to say a difference... Wen Shuang thinks it might be because Xuan Zhe has become more clingy.

Before, I would just leave when I went to work, but now I have to pick him up from the bed and rub against him for three or two minutes before I am willing to move. Fortunately, Wen Shuang has a good temper and can fall asleep quickly, otherwise I would really go crazy.

It was a hot summer day. Wen Shuang had been in a serious car accident before. Xuan Zhe sternly told Zhu Lian not to arrange any work for her in the next two years, not even the kind that was just a superficial appearance. So Wen Shuang was happy to have some free time. She was too lazy to go out in the hot weather, so she played games at home, dragging Tan Li, who needed to work, along with her, and later called Li Junshan and Lei Wenxu.

In the evening, the heat dissipated, and Zhou Qing called out to go eat crayfish at a restaurant in the east of the city. Wen Shuang must not be absent. She greeted Xuan Zhe first, and then simply covered her face. Anyway, it would be difficult to see clearly after dark, so she could eat to her heart's content.

Three plates of crayfish, one with garlic sauce, one with spicy sauce, and one with steamed sauce. Zhou Qing loved this and ate it face to face with Wen Shuang. They were silent for the first fifteen minutes, and only when they finished each plate did they straighten up at the same time and exhale, "It smells so good!"

"Where is Yu Ze?" Wen Shuang asked.

Ever since the last wedding incident, Yu Ze rarely participated in activities in their circle. On several occasions, it was only after Lei Wenxu and others called him repeatedly that he would reluctantly give him a courtesy. Before going, he would always ask, "Is Tang Weisheng here?"

Wen Shuang didn't care. As long as she didn't provoke him again, they could still live in peace. But Tang Weisheng was different. He tried his best to vividly restore that humiliating history, which made Yu Ze feel uncomfortable all over.

Zhou Qing replied: "I worked overtime at the company and haven't been home for a few nights."

"Yeah." Wen Shuang nodded and thought for a moment, as if she wanted to ask something else, but Zhou Qing suddenly received a call and interrupted her.

After cleaning up the rest, the two of them left the restaurant. Outside, the lights were already bright and the night market was bustling. Wen Shuang settled the bill and walked behind. Suddenly, she saw Zhou Qing stop. He happened to be trapped in the shadow of a doorpost, as if being swallowed up bit by bit. Wen Shuang felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Then she heard Zhou Qing ask, "Do you want to buy some drinks for President Xuan?"

Wen Shuang felt a certain tension in her heart, and she stared at Zhou Qing for a few seconds before she continued, "Okay, are you going?"

"I won't go. I'll wait for you here. When you come back, we can go to the opposite side to catch the bus." Zhou Qing smiled.

Wen Shuang spent ten minutes buying drinks. When he returned, Zhou Qing was standing there motionless, just as he had said. The young man stood with his back to her, his expression unclear. Wen Shuang suddenly called out, "Qing'er!"

Zhou Qing turned around and looked at Wen Shuang: "You're back."

Wen Shuang did not answer, but slowly moved to the side, while Zhou Qing's pupils remained focused on the original point.

Zhou Qing was shocked by the cold feeling on his face, and the smile on his lips could no longer be maintained.

He wasn't even sure where Wen Shuang was at the moment.

"Cherry flavor, I remember you like it." Wen Shuang said: "Would you like to drink it?"

Zhou Qing answered subconsciously: "Drink..."

"I'll help you open it." Wen Shuang said.

Zhou Qing could only hear the sound of the plastic bag being fiddled with, and then the tube piercing the surface of the cup with a light "pop" sound. For some reason, the tension in his heart dissipated at this moment, leaving only a faint helplessness towards Wen Shuang.

Zhou Qing: "You..."

"When exactly did it start?" Wen Shuang stuffed the drink into his hand and interrupted without any emotion.

Zhou Qing wasn't sure if Wen Shuang was angry. He took a sip of his cold drink and said softly, "It wasn't serious before. It's a family trait. The frequency of its attacks has increased in the past few months."

Wen Shuang: "What did the doctor say?"

Zhou Qing was silent for a long time before answering: "I didn't go to see it."

The last time he saw a doctor was two years ago. The doctor prescribed some medicine and said he could have surgery, but it wasn't guaranteed to cure the disease. With a little luck, it could lead to complete blindness. Recently, the attacks have been frequent. Zhou Qing is panicking inside, but appears calm on the surface. Every time he wakes up from Yu Ze's side, he loses the courage to go to the hospital. He is afraid of getting an answer that he cannot accept, and he is so afraid that he keeps backing away, which has dragged on until today.

"Many people in my family have died from this disease." Zhou Qing said softly, "None of them made it past the age of thirty. Wen Shuang, do you think I should..."

"Break up with Yu Ze," Wen Shuang interrupted again, her voice a little cold, "Qing'er, be realistic. Think about Yu Ze's temper. What excuse do you want to use to break up with him? It's just a small matter, it's not that serious."

Zhou Qing spoke with difficulty: "Small, small matter"

"Yes, it's a small matter." Wen Shuang grabbed Zhou Qing's arm and took him down the stairs, across the road, and into the car. During this process, Zhou Qing was very trusting and his steps were steady, not like a blind person at all.

After the car started, Wen Shuang finally spoke: "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow morning. Are your previous records still there?"

Zhou Qing: “Yes.”

"Okay." Wen Shuang's voice was calm, as if it was really a trivial matter. Zhou Qing also relaxed a lot. There was no problem seeing a doctor, but what about after the visit?

Zhou Qing didn't know how to explain to Yu Ze.