Chapter 4

The two women held hands, lowered their voices, and exchanged gossip they heard at the party, and finally stopped in front of a relatively quiet lounge.

The heavy door was ajar, revealing a tiny gap. The room was dark without the main light on, save for a lone Roman column-shaped floor lamp near the floor-to-ceiling window. Its orange glow gently enveloped the crimson palace-style velvet sofa in the corner.

"I'm so tired, let's go in and rest for a while." One of the women whispered, with a relaxed and lazy tone in her voice.

The two of them pushed the door open quietly and walked towards the light source. When they were a few steps away from the sofa, they saw a bulge in the sofa.

In the sunken area of ​​the sofa, a woman was wearing a black beaded dress that clung to the undulating curves of her waist, giving off a velvety luster under the warm light. The luster flowed down along her hip line, revealing a pair of tight and powerful calves that overlapped.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of strappy high heels with toes touching the ground. The dark green ribbon is wrapped around the ankles, winding like a snake, which is sexy and almost provocative.

Realizing that there was someone here, the woman quickly said sorry and they pulled each other away.

Wen Zhenni only realized someone had come when she heard the footsteps gradually fading away.

She looked towards the door in confusion, only to see two hurried figures.

While Wen Zhenni was puzzled, there was another noise outside the door. She raised her eyelids and looked towards the door, and saw a figure in a white dress walking in slowly.

Seeing the woman smiling and reaching out to her under the light, Wen Zhenni suddenly jumped up from the sofa, rushed over and hugged her, "Sister Xue, long time no see."

"Yes, it's been a long time." Zhong Xue reached out and tapped her head, "I had no choice but to come and meet our eldest lady in person."

Wen Zhenni stuck out her tongue lightly and took her arm to sit down. "Did you see Ciheng?"

"Wen Zheng is talking to him, so I came up to see you."

There was white wine on the table, and Zhong Xue poured her a glass. "Quick, tell Sister Xue, how are you and Ciheng doing?"

Wen Zhenni held up the wine glass. "It's pretty good. We were busy with our own careers before and didn't even have time to see each other. It was no different from being single. Now it's better. We have more time. He will live a good life with me."

Zhong Xue couldn't help but smile, "Why does it have to be so complicated?"

Seeing the doubt in Wen Zhenni's eyes, Zhong Xue said, "Just sleep with him. If one time doesn't work, try twice. If two times doesn't work, try three times."

Wen Zhenni was amused by her. She leaned her head on the sofa and sighed with emotion, "We used to be an older brother who couldn't be more familiar with each other, but suddenly we switched roles and became husband and wife. It's quite unreal."

"Don't worry, you have good taste. Ciheng will be a good husband."

"That's for sure." Wen Zhenni's pride was almost overflowing, unable to hide it at all, "After all, he's my husband."

Her tone is exaggerated, but it doesn't make people feel that she is deliberately showing off, but only makes people feel that she is real and cute.

You don't have to go through all the twists and turns to interact with such a girl, and you can still get extremely high emotional value.

It’s no wonder that a lady as beautiful as Ciheng would marry her.

When talking about her with friends, I would turn her shortcomings into advantages.

This young couple is really interesting.

"By the way, do you have any schedule next?" she asked suddenly.

Wen Zhenni: "Well, if nothing unexpected happens, I will be filming a movie soon."

"That's good."

Zhong Xue didn't beat around the bush with her. "We're planning a TV series based on the novel 'Celebrity'. Your image and temperament are perfect for the female lead. Are you interested in starring in it?"

Zhong Xue is a well-known producer in the industry. Her works are highly sought after, not to mention literary works that are obviously aimed at winning awards.

"Really give it to me?" Wen Zhenni asked uncertainly.

"Are you moved?"

"Of course."

It would be great to get this opportunity, but she was worried, "...Sister Xue, aren't you afraid that I'll mess it up?"

Zhong Xue seemed to believe in her even more than she did. "I believe you can do it. As the daughter of an international movie star, you must have good talent."

Wen Zhenni felt a little embarrassed when she praised him like that.

"Since Sister Xue has invited me so kindly, I won't refuse. However, my contract with the company has expired, and I will terminate it after filming the movie."

"No rush, the crew is still in the preparation stage. It won't be too late to contact your agent after you finish filming the movie."

The two smiled at each other, clinked their glasses, and then excitedly chatted about the rare treasures at the recent auction.

While they were having a pleasant conversation, a servant came upstairs to tell Zhong Xue that Mrs. Zhang had arrived, and Wen Zheng asked Zhong Xue to go downstairs to receive her.

There were more guests arriving outside, and as the host, Zhong Xue couldn't stay any longer, so she stood up and said to Wen Zhenni, "Then you can have fun by yourself. I'll go for a while."

Wen Zhenni: "Okay."

It was still unknown when the cocktail party would end. After Zhong Xue left, Wen Zhenni took off her shoes and lay down on the sofa.

The servant brought a plate of cut fruit. She ate the fruit slices and clicked on Wan Lei's hot search.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it started to drizzle outside.

The winery was brightly lit, but the guests were still having fun.

Ciheng was pulled aside to chat with familiar uncles and elders, and it took a long time before she was able to get away and followed the servants upstairs.

Maybe I waited too long and was bored, so the people in the lounge fell asleep with the video still playing in their hands.

He was in a deep sleep and the sound of footsteps did not wake him up at all.

Ciheng stood beside the sofa and stared at it for a long time.

Instead of waking her up, he took the coat rolled up beside him and wrapped her in it.

The servant forgot to close the window, and the chill of the rainy night came in, making my calves and feet cold to the touch.

Ciheng frowned and put on his shoes, then leaned over to hug her. Wen Zhenni rubbed her eyelids and woke up.

"Is it over?" He was half asleep and asked with a rustling nasal voice.

After seeing clearly that it was him, she naturally leaned into his arms and knew how to find the most comfortable position.

“…”

Ciheng accepted her fate and picked the person up.

There were a lot of people coming today, and it was inconvenient because of the crowds. In order to protect privacy, the driver drove the car to a secluded location behind the winery.

Feng Zhen, who had hidden out to smoke, was in the corridor. Seeing the figure coming out of the room, he teased, "Miss Wen is leaving for the palace now?"

He speaks in a very unruly manner.

Ci Heng didn't play tricks on him, "Please tell Wen Zheng that we're going back first."

"OK."

Feng Zhen agreed cheerfully and helped him close the car door. "See you next time."

The way back was quite long, and the driver drove steadily throughout the journey. Wen Zhenni was sleeping soundly and showed no sign of waking up when she got home.

Ciheng sent the driver away, looked at his phone in the car for a while, and then woke the man up.

"Home?"

It looks like a cat that has been forcibly awakened, with messy hair and dazed eyes, exuding a strong contrast of cuteness.

Wen Zhenni's eyes were blurry for a while, she rubbed her eyes, her messy hair stuck to her cheeks, and her face was warm from sleep.

The person is awake, but consciousness has not yet returned.

She followed closely, letting Ciheng hold her hand as she entered the house.

Zhangyuan is not as luxurious as the villas in Zijin Bay. The residence is a two-story old-style house with a small area. But it has a quiet and elegant environment and pleasant scenery.

But this house is a bit old after all, and even if it is properly maintained, it is still inconvenient.

The Ci family hoped that Grandma Ci could go to Zijin Bay to spend her remaining years there, but the old woman had lived there for decades and was used to it, so she was reluctant to move. The family did not force her, so she just lived with them.

It was not time to go to bed yet, and Mrs. Ci insisted on waiting for them in the living room.

Seeing Ciheng leading someone into the house, the old lady smiled and waved to Wen Zhenni, "My baby, it's been a few days since I last saw you. Come quickly and let grandma see you."

"Grandma." Wen Zhenni was used to acting like a spoiled child. She hugged the old lady and called her softly.

Grandma Ci held up Wen Zhenni's face and saw that she was still sleepy. She tilted her head and glared at Ciheng, "Look how sleepy our Ni Ni is. She was sleeping soundly, why did you wake her up?"

Ciheng, who had just picked up the cup to drink water, said: "..."

"Grandma, it has nothing to do with him. I just want to see you."

Wen Zhenni helped him out, holding Grandma Ci's hand and wanting to talk to her, but Grandma Ci forced her to go to bed.

After drinking the water, Ciheng prepared to go back to the bedroom.

Grandma Ci stopped the person and said, "Drink the kudzu root soup that Auntie Song cooked before you go to sleep."

Kudzu root soup can help to relieve hangovers.

Aunt Song brought a bowl and Ciheng drank it obediently.

Grandma Ci added, "And Ni Ni, bring her a bowl."

The taste is spicy and sweet, not very refreshing.

Ciheng loosened her clothes and said, "No, she doesn't like this."

"Forget it, just take good care of her at night."

"I know, I'm not a child."

Ciheng muttered, "Who is your grandson anyway?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll spank you."

Grandma Ci glared at him, her eyes falling on his fingers, and scolded him, "You've been married for several years, and you don't even wear your wedding ring. What a shame."

Ciheng subconsciously raised his hand, but his fingertips were empty.

He had no habit of wearing jewelry, so naturally he forgot to wear his wedding ring.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I understand. I'll wear it when I get back."

Grandma Ci slapped him on the chest and said, "You'd better remember this."

"Grandma gave you three years, which is the biggest concession she made. Come back and live a serious life with Ni Ni. Don't hang out with those playboys who play with women and have no moral integrity."

Three years ago, he and Wen Zhenni were still young and it was too early for them to get married.

It was he who suggested going to an overseas branch for training, and Wen Zhenni respected his decision.

But the old man felt that living apart was not conducive to the development of the relationship between husband and wife, so after much persuasion, he finally gave them three years.

Since Ciheng had promised grandma in person, she would never go back on her word. "I know what I'm doing, so don't worry about it."

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On a rainy night in early spring, a thin mist shrouded the camphor garden, and the lights of the city in the distance created a damp rainy night picture.

The room had not been occupied for a long time, and the servants had lit sandalwood in advance, and it was now filled with a light fragrance.

Ciheng unbuttoned his mica button, opened the collar of his shirt, walked to the window, and looked through the rain at the dimly lit skyline.

There was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Wen Zhenni was taking a shower.

He turned up the temperature in the room, threw his shirt on the sofa, and went to the public bath next door.

After a quick shower, I sank back into the sofa with a relaxed body, picked up my phone and browsed the latest news of the night.

Soon, the cold rain outside the window gradually became heavier, hitting the glass lightly.

In the soft warm light, the bathroom door opened silently, and a moist hot air floated out along with the figure.

Wen Zhenni was wrapped in a bathrobe. Seeing the man leaning on the sofa, she lowered her footsteps and tiptoed over. When she was almost close to the man, she suddenly pounced on him.

Unexpectedly, Ciheng had already anticipated her intention and predicted her actions. He just curled up the corners of his mouth and took the lead to catch Wen Zhenni when she pounced on him.

However, the sudden weight still caused a dull pain in my chest.

Ci Heng frowned and cried out in pain, "Wen Zhenni, are you murdering your husband?"

"I can't bear to do that."

Wen Zhenni rested her chin on his shoulder, unbuttoned his robe with her fingers as if she were familiar with him, and slipped her fingers under the hem. "Honey, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Her hair had been blow-dried, emitting a fresh and pleasant fragrance. Ciheng took a breath and pressed down her fingers that were moving wantonly on her waist and abdomen.

"Where are you touching? Don't move."

The abdominal muscles in his pajamas suddenly tightened, and his voice was low and magnetic, which made people even more tempted.

Wen Zhenni pinched her abdominal muscles, which were very elastic and felt really good.

Such perfectly shaped muscles cannot be looked at, eaten, or touched as much as you want. Isn't that a waste of God's gift?

"I want to check to see if you've been slacking off lately."

Looking at her eyes, Ciheng knew what she was thinking, "You have a nice idea."

Her hand was squeezed tightly. Wen Zhenni tried to break free, but failed. She pouted in frustration, "You won't let me see it, and you won't let me touch it. You're so stingy."

Ciheng patted her butt and said, "I see you don't want to sleep tonight."

Wen Zhenni acted like a spoiled child in his arms, "If you let me touch you, I'll sleep. If you want me to sleep, then let me touch you."

"Okay, you said."

Ciheng held her neck steady and kissed her lips with an almost ferocious and eager movement.

The moment her back was suspended in the air, most of her body tilted backwards. Even with Ciheng's support, Wen Zhenni still felt insecure and held on to his arm with all her strength.

But the muscles on my arms are too hard and slippery, and I can't hold on firmly.

I have to say that this guy has been very busy during the three years he has been abroad, but he has still maintained a pretty good figure.

The waist is wide and the hips are narrow, with clear muscle lines but not exaggerated, and it feels very solid to the touch.

As she wished, she touched the abdominal muscles she had been longing for. Wen Zhenni's breathing became unstable, and she grabbed his taut waist with trembling hands.

After the sandalwood burned out, the warm light of the bedside lamp flickered, silently lengthening the figure on the sofa.

Like two vines, tightly intertwined and attached, extending infinitely into the depths of the night.

On a cold spring night, the raindrops hit the window glass in dense patterns, and the scattered sounds of them sound like a grand and special accompaniment.

After the breath subsided, it was replaced by the sound of rain, which was even louder.

When my breathing calmed down, the sounds of the world flooded into my ears again.

Ci Heng wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingertips, and paused on her cheek, "My dear..."

When he called her "baby", it was like a key to open the gate of his heart.

The key turned, the torrent surged, and they were swept up in it, thrown downwards as if weightless.

He knew too well how to guide those who were lost. She had no extra strength to resist the gentle attraction, so she let herself sink and was pulled away from her course by him.

The warmth that enveloped her was so warm that in the hazy light of morning, she began to miss the harbor he had built.

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