Chapter 8 "You're starting to reminisce too."

A few minutes later, Jiang Yao reluctantly got into Duan Zhuxian's car.

Although the marriage between the two families is for mutual benefit and no one owes anyone anything, his family has not yet completely overcome the difficulties and is still in the stage of unilateral demands.

If they make the old man unhappy, their whole family will be in trouble.

Not worth it.

He had never seen Duan Zhuxian's grandfather, but a boss who could defeat a capital giant like Huayan with his bare hands must be very skilled.

Jiang Yao was still carefully analyzing the pros and cons of living together when he suddenly heard Duan Zhuxian ask him, "Have you had dinner yet?"

He turned his head to stare at the car window and said stiffly, "I ate it."

Duan Zhuxian said to Lin Zhu, who was driving, "Go directly to the next destination."

The car followed the gradually darkening horizon, left the science and technology park, and drove onto a familiar blue-gray road.

"Wait." Jiang Yao looked outside for a moment, then tilted his head to look at the man browsing his laptop next to him. "This direction doesn't seem right, does it?"

Duan Zhuxian hummed, his focused gaze still fixed on the screen: "Let's go to your house first and get your luggage."

"?" Jiang Yao was stunned. "So, Mr. Duan has made everything clear for me?"

"It's just a trivial matter."

Duan Zhuxian threw out four words indifferently.

"Okay, you're a virtuous person."

Jiang Yao gritted his teeth and said this, but couldn't help but glare at Duan Zhuxian. The curve of the other's lips seemed to be an illusion caused by the overlapping of light and shadow.

To get from the company to his residential complex, one has to pass through a busy street. The shopping mall in front seemed to be holding a celebrity endorsement event, so it was particularly crowded. Cars were stopping and starting, and the traffic jam made Jiang Yao a little annoyed.

Duan Zhuxian on the side still maintained his upright posture, as if nothing in this world could disturb him.

Jiang Yao curled his lips, not surprised.

When I was in high school, there was one time when everyone was happily holding a sports meeting, but Duan Zhuxian was the only one who was passively withdrawing from the world, sitting in a secluded corner with a foreign book in his hand.

Later, someone secretly took photos of it and passed it around like a treasure, and it was almost covered with patina.

There is also a photo in Jiang Yao’s hard drive. I don’t know how many hands it is from, but it is so blurry that it looks like a layer of mist has covered the facial features.

All you can see is a young man with broad shoulders and long legs, holding a book in his right hand and his left wrist casually resting on his bent knee. He is wearing a crisp white school uniform, like a narrow blade wrapped in a scabbard. He exudes indifference to the world, a complete example of "apathy".

The journey is gradually lengthened by the evening rush hour.

Jiang Yao was bored, so he chatted with someone on WeChat for a while. Then he took out a tablet from his bag, crossed his legs, and read the report handed to him by his secretary.

Who doesn’t know how to show off?

Jiang Yao snorted disdainfully.

Although Duan Zhuxian is a standard elite who returned from studying abroad at a prestigious university, he took the position of vice president of Huayan at a young age.

But Jiang Yao was by no means a playboy who lived a life of idleness and waiting for death. He just didn't have much interest in the business field, so after graduating from University B, he took a relatively routine route.

Besides, he has an older brother above him, so it is not his turn to inherit the family business. At most, he is just a supporting role.

No conversation along the way.

The black Bentley passed silently through the congested road, and its speed finally returned to normal, stopping in front of a hotel on the way.

Assistant Lin, who was driving, got out of the car to get the client's documents for Duan Zhuxian.

The lights were on inside the car, bright and cramped, with a gentle glow filling the clean space, silently blocking the gathering night outside the window, shrinking the world to a size that could just accommodate the two of them.

Jiang Yao looked ahead and suddenly coughed lightly, breaking the delicate silence.

"How much do you remember about that night?"

If they want to cooperate smoothly in the future, they must overcome this hurdle.

Jiang Yao asked casually, but his peripheral vision was still lingering, nipping at the pale lips on his right until they slowly uttered two words: "All."

The air froze for a moment.

"From now on, forget everything!"

Jiang Yao tilted his head to look at Duan Zhuxian and gave orders in a rough voice.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

Duan Zhuxian also looked at him, his voice neither salty nor bland, as if stating an obvious fact.

Jiang Yao knew Duan Zhuxian wouldn't cooperate, so he narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means unforgettable." Duan Zhuxian looked down slightly and lightly hooked Jiang Yao's legs back and forth.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Jiang Yao's momentum was noticeably weakened, and he raised his fist to threaten, "Anyway, I've forgotten everything, and you're not allowed to remember it again, or you'll be in trouble!"

Duan Zhuxian said nothing, but raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the young man in front of him.

Until the arrogance in those peach blossom eyes gradually turned into evasion, and the overly white cheeks gradually turned into a strange crimson color.

After a while, Duan Zhuxian said calmly, "Your reaction back then was much more candid than it is now."

Jiang Yao: "?"

Duan Zhuxian: "My emotions are written all over my face, and I always feel like it's not enough..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Yao couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a low sigh, almost in panic.

Could this guy be any more vulgar?

Besides, how could he possibly think it wasn't enough...

The memory seemed to have a sense of reality. When Jiang Yao thought of the details, his scalp began to tingle. His heart beat high, then fell back as if weightless, falling into some kind of shameful aftertaste.

He pursed his lips, trying to fight the memories and forcing himself to have some sense of being a victim. When his gaze passed by the corner of his eye, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Duan Zhuxian's half-smile.

Jiang Yaosheng felt a little guilty and said unhappily, "Mr. Duan was amused by the story he made up?"

"See." Duan Zhuxian's eyes swept across the redness on Jiang Yao's earlobe, "You're starting to savor it too."

【Author’s words】

Congratulations on getting a wife who is extremely popular!