Chapter 53: Heartbeat Fifty-three times "Husband, hug me."...

Is it comfortable to hold? My wife! ?

"ah?"

Dong Chen and He Xuwen's eyes widened, their gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

While they were stunned, Xu Youjing had already walked between Dong Chen and Wen Huai, separated them, and reached out to bring her into his arms.

Although Wen Huai felt it was unexpected, he did not struggle and leaned into his arms, his ears pink and the smile on the corner of his lips that he could not suppress.

What's not to understand?

but......

Dong Chen took a half step back, still holding onto a glimmer of hope, "Sister Wen, is your husband Mr. Xu?"

He grabbed the petrified He Xuwen's arm and said, "Old He, did you see or hear that?"

He Xuwen trembled: "...I saw it and heard it."

Xu Youjing operated his phone twice, and Dong Chen and He Xuwen's phones rang at the same time.

"Take it." Xu Youjing gestured to check his phone, "It's just a little token of my appreciation."

Dong Chen understood what he meant, and quickly took out his mobile phone to see the transfer amount, and subconsciously counted it.

Tens, hundreds, thousands, and millions...one hundred thousand?

mega! !

There are six zeros!

He Xuwen swallowed his saliva: "Mr. Xu...is this considered hush money?"

Xu Youjing shook his head, and Dong Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the man raise his eyebrows.

"You two are the only ones who know what to do in the company right now. It's up to you to decide."

“…”

Wen Huai was afraid that they would feel embarrassed, so he took the initiative to help them receive it, saw them off, and left the company with Xu Youjing.

On the way home, she asked, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"We'll know sooner or later. It doesn't matter how long." Xu Youjing was concerned about her stomach and finally asked, "Do we really not need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay." Wen Huai felt a little uncomfortable, "I went to the bathroom, not because of a stomachache."

Xu Youjing became nervous and slowed down the car. "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"My period is coming."

oh.

Finally, my hands gripping the steering wheel weren't so tight anymore.

Xu Youjing recalled that back in school, Qiao Mian had experienced something similar, and Xie Songbai would bring her brown sugar water. What did he say then?

He was ambiguous, "Dysmenorrhea?"

"Yeah, a little, but it doesn't hurt every time."

"Is it not possible to have a massage during special periods?"

"massage?"

Xu Youjing confessed: "Since you have neck and shoulder discomfort, I have arranged for a masseur to come to your house tonight."

"How about waiting until your period is over?"

Wen Huai nodded: "Okay."

"Um."

The car continued to move forward, and the familiar scenery outside the window was left behind until it could no longer be seen in the rearview mirror.

In the past, she could only see the scenery from the driver's seat, but now she was sitting in the passenger seat. She could see the whole scene without having to drive or observe the road conditions.

Wen Huai withdrew his gaze.

Although her lower abdomen felt a little uncomfortable, she felt it was less severe than any other period pain she had.

She curled her lips, and after thinking about it, she decided to talk to him: "Actually, I'm not that delicate."

There was no preface or postscript, but Xu Youjing understood it.

He raised his lips, "It seems that tonight's Chinese medicine Wen Yongshi can be swallowed in one gulp."

Wen Huai thought, "You are teasing me."

The car was parked in the garage, and Xu Youjing couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

She reached out and took Wen Huai's hand on her knee, rubbing her soft flesh with her fingertips, and comforted her: "Whether it's Wen Yongshi or Wen Jiaojiao, being happy is the most important thing."

Wen Huai bargained: "Then can we not drink tonight?"

"no."

“…”

Amused by her frustrated look, Xu Youjing leaned over and kissed her cheek, holding her hand, "Let's go home."

...

Wen Huai was drying his hair after taking a shower when there was a knock on the door.

She thought it was an illusion, but after turning off the hair dryer she heard the real noise and went to open the door.

At the door, Xu Youjing was standing there holding a pink short-mouthed kettle.

Wen Huai smelled a faint fragrance, but couldn't remember what it smelled like.

Xu Youjing noticed her wet hair and asked, "Can I come in?"

She stepped aside and said, "Come in."

When someone passed by, Wen Huai subconsciously stopped closing the door.

I don't know whether I should close this door.

"Wen Huai?"

"Here I come."

She left and heard the sound of a door lock snapping behind her.

"What's this?"

The steaming crimson liquid poured out of the short-mouthed kettle had a stronger aroma, and Wen Huai could smell the flavor of red dates and wolfberries.

"Red date and dumpling soup." Xu Youjing stirred it with a spoon. "It's a little hot."

Wen Huai came closer and saw the round white balls inside. He was very appetizing. "It looks delicious."

Seeing that she was interested, Xu Youjing scooped a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew on it, and then passed it to her after the heat disappeared.

"Try it."

He was afraid that some juice would drip down, so he used his other hand to catch the juice under the spoon and carefully brought it to Wen Huai's lips.

"Be careful of the heat."

Meeting those expectant eyes, Wen Huai's eyes moved slightly.

In addition to the light fresh water vapor after taking a shower, the air is also permeated by the smell of brown sugar, which makes it a little sweeter.

At this time, the warm light in the house spread, illuminating Xu Youjing's three-dimensional facial features clearly.

The tenderness in those deep eyes fell frankly in front of her, causing her thoughts to slow down and she to forget her movements for a moment.

Xu Youjing looked at the spoonful of soup and asked, "Is it still hot?"

Just as he was about to pull it back, his wrist was grasped by slender fingers.

Wen Huai pulled his wrist over, leaned over, opened his mouth, bit the spoon, and drank it.

The thick brown sugar flavor was neutralized by the glutinous rice balls, making it not too sweet. The red dates and the tangerine peel gently stirred the taste buds, tempting Wen Huai's appetite and making him want to drink another spoonful.

But it's too hot.

She didn't want Xu Youjing to brag anymore.

"It's delicious." Her lips sparkled. "Did Aunt Ping make this? It's delicious."

"Aunt Ping taught me."

Wen Huai's eyes lit up, "You did it?"

"Um."

Xu Youjing's gaze fell on the corner of her lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and he put down the bowl.

"It feels a bit overcooked. Do you taste a burnt taste?"

"No, it's delicious."

Xu Youjing reached out and touched the end of her hair. "That'll have to wait a while. Let's blow dry your hair first?"

He volunteered, "Can I help you blow it?"

Wen Huai asked, "Can you?"

"You teach me."

"good."

-

The final warm-up for "Wings" was held in a shopping mall offline in the form of a live broadcast.

The day before, the official Weibo account and Qiao Mian's studio jointly released a Weibo post, announcing that Qiao Mian would attend the live broadcast.

So much so that on the day of the live broadcast, even with thousands of security guards on site to maintain order, they were still unable to stop the crowds and screams on the sixth floor of the mall.

The mall suggested adjusting the order of appearance and putting Qiao Mian in the first few.

Sui Jianwen rejected the proposal as soon as it was made. He said, "Everyone came here for Qiao Mian. His screen time was short to begin with. If he's moved to the front, all five minutes will be gone. What's the point of watching him?"

Li Qicheng also thought it made sense, so the two of them didn't even ask Xu Youjing and went on stage as planned.

Backstage, Wen Huai was confirming the process with Dong Chen. After reviewing all the speech contents with subtitles, Wen Huai checked the cue card again before giving it to Li Qicheng.

"Mr. Li, there are minor adjustments to pages 3, 5, and 28. I've marked them in red, and the electronic screen will also display them in red to ensure they are clearly visible."

Li Qicheng was preparing to wait in the wings and was already a little nervous. When he heard that there was a change, panic flashed across his face and he even sweated on his forehead.

Wen Huai noticed it, handed him a tissue, and then smiled to ease the situation: "It doesn't matter if I said it wrong, the subtitles are all correct."

Li Qicheng nodded and sat on the chair to look at the cue card.

Wen Huai was in the monitoring room next door holding the intercom. Finally, there was a knock on the door behind her. She didn't turn around, thinking it was a staff member.

"Wen Huai."

Seeing that it was Li Qicheng, she turned around and said, "Mr. Li, do you have something to tell me?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just wanted to chat with you." Li Qicheng thanked the staff who brought the chair and chatted with Wen Huai, "Is Miss Qiao here?"

Wen Huai glanced at the time. "She's here. She's doing her makeup in a separate lounge. Do you want to go find her? I can—"

"No, no, I won't go. I'm just asking."

"OK."

After talking about this and that, Li Qicheng asked again, "Mr. Xu is really not coming?"

Wen Huai said "yes", "Mr. Xu asked me to tell you, don't be nervous."

Li Qicheng smiled with a bitter look on his face.

Ever since Xu Youjing said he'd host the new product launch, I haven't had a good night's sleep. Just when the excitement finally wore off, they came up with a livestream to warm up the show, and it was him again.

Li Qicheng felt like crying.

He didn't give up: "Mr. Xu didn't say anything else?"

Wen Huai smiled politely.

Xu Youjing did say this when he saw them off, but it was really inconvenient for Wen Huai to convey that message, so it would have been better not to say it.

"Mr. Xu said he prepared a celebration banquet for us."

"Haha." Li Qicheng inadvertently wiped the sweat from his hands on his legs. "If possible, I can also sit in the office and discuss cooperation with the German brand agent on behalf of Mr. Xu."

Wen Huai smiled but said nothing.

Dong Chen came in, greeted Li Qicheng, and then said to Wen Huai, "Sister Wen, everything is ready. There are still ten minutes before the live broadcast starts." "Okay." Wen Huai said to Li Qicheng, "Mr. Li, you should get ready to go on stage."

"Oh, I see."

Li Qicheng agreed verbally but showed no intention of moving.

Wen Huai sorted out the hand cards for him and handed them to him after confirming that the order was correct. Finally, he confirmed, "Mr. Li, have you taken your medicine?"

"What medicine?" He finally remembered, "I took it."

"That's good." Wen Huai brought a small fan over to fan him. "Take ten deep breaths now. Wait a moment after inhaling and then exhale. See if you feel any better?"

Li Qicheng did as he was told, and then his eyes lit up: "It seems to really work!"

"Yes, that medicine is to slow down your heart rate. It's taking effect now. If you feel short of breath, try taking a deep breath. If there's no improvement, you can raise your hand to signal for the live broadcast to pause."

Li Qicheng said stubbornly: "Tsk, I'm not that fragile, I'm ready."

"Then let's go get ready for the show now."

"good."

Li Qicheng walked in front. Dong Chen and Wen Huai looked at each other and whispered to her, "Why is Mr. Li so nervous? Will anything go wrong during the live broadcast later?"

Wen Huai looked at him, and Dong Chen shut up, "I was wrong."

She didn't say anything, just said: "Hurry up and do it."

"Uh-huh!"

The live broadcast went smoothly. Wen Huai and the staff were waiting in front of the monitor. Wen Huai discovered the initial signs of several small problems and solved them in an orderly manner.

Dong Chen just followed her back.

Because the elevators were blocked by people, they had to take the stairs to go up and down the floors. The two of them had just climbed six floors back and forth and were already sweating.

He sat on a plastic stool and gulped down a large bottle of ice water, thinking of giving a glass to Wen Huai. He turned around and saw her staring intently at the monitor with a serious look.

Somehow, the words "Sister Wen" were not uttered for a long time, and even the hand holding the glass of ice water was put back.

Ever since Dong Chen found out that Wen Huai's husband who was always on business trips was Xu Youjing, he thought of almost all the bad things that were said about him.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid that Xu Youjing will make things difficult for him. He just admires Wen Huai, and his feelings for her are filled with regret.

If he had realized his feelings earlier and confessed his feelings earlier on New Year's Eve when Wen Huai was in the hospital, would things have been different?

There's no point saying this now.

He received a million yuan in hush money from Xu Youjing, so not only could he not confess his feelings, but he also had to keep their secret...

Although I feel sorry for this feeling, who in the world can resist money?

well.

Dong Chen, can you be born into a rich family in your next life?

He was so lost in thought as he stared at the silhouette of someone working diligently that he didn't even notice Wen Huai calling him.

Wen Huai noticed his abnormality: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Dong Chen hurriedly shook his head: "No, I was distracted. Sister Wen, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Miss Qiao will be down soon. Let's go to the elevator and clear the area. If you feel uncomfortable, just rest. It's okay."

He stood up immediately, "I'm fine, let's go!"

Wen Huai confirmed again that he was really fine before bringing a few security guards upstairs.

When passing the safety passage on the second floor, they stopped when they heard footsteps coming from downstairs. Wen Huai also saw the person in the lead and was slightly stunned.

Dong Chen saw Xu Youjing move aside and subconsciously looked at Wen Huai, unsure: "Mr. Xu..."

In the narrow corridor, Xu Youjing's tall figure stood aside, gentlemanly and polite. The oppressive feeling in front of him made people dare not look around, and no one noticed that the considerate boss, under his extreme politeness, was looking at Wen Huai.

"You go first."

Wen Huai lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised, "Thank you."

After the group left, Xu Youjing still hadn't taken his eyes away. Only after Jiang Han reminded him did he turn around and go backstage.

..

The area in front of the third-floor elevator had already been cleared. Wen Huai and the others entered the elevator, while the others took the emergency passage.

"Happy wedding."

"Thanks."

Qiao Mian, wearing a loose dress and with a delicate face full of smiles, asked quietly, "Haven't you and Xu Youjing made your relationship public yet?"

Wen Huai shook his head, "Not yet."

"I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."

Wen Huai was stunned for a moment, then said, "It was my idea not to make it public. I was afraid it would cause trouble for the company."

"Yeah, it's not easy to do at this critical moment."

"Yeah." Wen Huai covered his mouth and sneezed, "Sorry."

Qiao Mian lowered the hem of her skirt and took her hand. "I just wanted to ask you, are you feeling unwell?"

She said it all: "Special period?"

Wen Huai was surprised, "How did you know?"

"Because Xu Youjing called Xie Songbai yesterday and asked him if girls should drink brown sugar water during their periods."

Thinking of last night's scene, Qiao Mian sighed, "I don't even want to talk about your boyfriend. He's so good to you."

Wen Huai didn't expect there was such a thing. He looked up at him with a sincere look in his eyes, "I will treat him well too."

"Hey, who wants to eat your love food?" Qiao Mian bumped her shoulder lightly, his eyebrows raised, "You must invite me to the wedding when the time comes."

Wen Huai pursed his lips, a little embarrassed: "Of course."

Qiao Mian also laughed and touched her cold wrist, "You are so cute."

The elevator reached the first floor, where the passageway had long been fenced off to create a safe path. Qiao Mian and Wen Huai walked out in the blink of an eye, with her assistant holding up her wide skirt from behind.

Wen Huai was about to return to the workshop from that path, but as soon as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of someone in the crowd who quickly broke through the security barrier and rushed towards Qiao Mian.

In the critical moment, she didn't care about anything else. She immediately picked up the nearest thing to her and ran over there. Before the man could cross the iron railing, she pushed him hard with her hand, knocking him to the ground.

Because the force was too strong, Wen Huai lost his balance and stumbled and fell beside the iron railing, with his right arm stuck between the iron railings.

The excruciating pain prevented her from standing up for a while. Beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down her forehead and dripped into her eyes, causing a burning pain.

"Wen Huai!"

Qiao Mian didn't care that she was still wearing a heavy skirt, and helped her up with the assistant.

Her voice was filled with tears: "Wen Huai...how is he?"

The man who ran out of the crowd had been subdued by security and taken away from the scene. Wen Huai looked at the fallen "weapon" of hers, Qiao Mian's standee, and forced a smile: "It's okay. Sorry for breaking your standee."

Qiao Mian was worried at first, but when he heard this he laughed out loud, "It's already this late and you're still in the mood to joke!"

Wen Huai heard the voice of the field controller coming from the headset. He stood up and adjusted Qiao Mian's skirt: "Do you want to pause the performance?"

Qiao Mian: “No need.”

The young assistant wanted to say something but was interrupted by Qiao Mian.

She moved closer, picked up Wen Huai's headset, pressed a button, and said to the other side: "If I say continue, continue."

...

Wen Huai walked down the corridor, thinking about asking the security guard about his background and whether he had called the police. As he was about to reach the monitoring room, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Someone pulled her wrist and she saw Xu Youjing's frowning face.

"you--"

"Don't talk yet."

Wen Huai was pulled into the empty lounge, and the door was closed behind her. Before she could look, her back was already against the wall.

Xu Youjing checked her bruised arm without saying a word. His movements were strong, but his hands were gentle.

She held his arm, knowing that he knew what had just happened, and spoke softly: "I'm fine."

Xu Youjing stared at her, and Wen Huai put his hand down and stopped trying to stop him.

He bent over and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand. On his fair skin, a red mark extending from his forearm to the inside was extremely eye-catching.

Her eyebrows twitched, and Xu Youjing's fingers, which were hooked around her sleeves, were shaking.

Wen Huai was also shocked when he saw what he looked like.

She was stung at first and twisted her body violently, but after walking from the venue to now, she no longer felt any pain.

She smiled and held his wrist again: "It looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all."

Xu Youjing saw that the corners of his cold eyelids were slightly red. He sighed and gently rubbed the skin around them with his fingertips.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing next time."

"Yeah." She tried to explain: "Qiao Mian is our spokesperson. If something happened to her at the venue where the Peak was held, we would be blamed. Besides, there was a live broadcast, many media outlets, and fans present. I was closest to her at the time and had the ability to protect her. She is also our friend, so I couldn't just stand there and do nothing—"

"But none of this is as important as you."

He was rarely overbearing, and the strength of his grip on her hand did not decrease at all, fearing that if he let go, the horrific scene today would happen again.

God knows how surprised he was when he heard that a stalker had broken through the fence at the venue, especially when he heard that it was Wen Huai who had used a human stand to block the person, his heart was in his throat.

They said that Secretary Wen was a heroine. Before anyone could react, she picked up her weapon and rushed over. When she stabbed the man down, everyone in the audience gasped. Her strength was great and her technique was accurate.

Now the fans in Qiao Mian’s super topic are all thanking Wen Huai, saying that today is thanks to her, and the peak live broadcast barrage is also full of gratitude.

But Xu Youjing doesn't want those.

He just wants Wen Huai to be fine.

Wen Huai could feel his worry and fear, and even though her wrist hurt a little, she didn't care.

I stood up and hugged him, leaning against his arms, feeling his heartbeat.

"I see."

She spoke each word with a soothing tone, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise you, there won't be a next time."

There was a quiet sound in my ears and my breathing was obvious.

Obviously, he was still angry.

Wen Huai was about to say something more comforting when he heard a proud nasal sound in his ear.

"Watch your right hand."

She raised the corner of her lips, and her right hand really didn't move, swinging in his arms like a rogue.

Rarely act like a spoiled child:

"Hubby, hug me."