Chapter 58 Our marriage has always been decided by me.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Gengxu paused for a moment.

"So Ji Tanyuan dragged me into this so that I would stand idly by and watch Rongxi when the scandal breaks?"

Because Gengxu Capital invested in Ji Tanyuan's project, the amount of money invested has now become so high that it cannot exit quickly.

Zhong Yan turned to look at him, "Old Cheng, you're too narcissistic. Don't think of yourself as so important, and don't think of Rong Xi as so important either. She's just keeping an eye on me."

Cheng Gengxu: "..."

His face was cold, and he couldn't help but say, "Are you sick?"

What the hell is this?

Zhong Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked out, saying, "I'm just correcting you based on objective facts. Don't take yourself too seriously."

"I'm not going to argue with you over who I am. I have a woman. If you can't understand human language, get lost." Cheng Gengxu had always known that Zhong Yan wasn't a normal person, and he became even more abnormal after they got married.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and paused, his face turning even colder.

Zhong Yan continued, "I'm telling the truth. She's very wary of me, but I'm no good either."

Zhong Yan didn't hear a reply after speaking, so he followed the gaze and saw him walking towards a couple of strangers. Upon closer inspection, he realized the woman couldn't be Xin Gan; only a celebrity would be so heavily disguised. She was struggling with a young man.

Well, now I've lost even my woman.

Xin Gan was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and black pants, a mask, and her waist-length hair was parted in two and fell in front of her chest with curls at the ends. She was also wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Cheng Gengxu recognized her because her clothes were too familiar, and her posture was so distinctive that it was clear she was someone who had just woken up in his arms that morning.

He was standing not far away, just enough to hear what the two were saying.

Xin Gan: "I'm living a good life now, don't worry."

“Sweetie, how can I not worry about you? You're all alone, and your mother is worried about you. She feels bad every day when she sees haters attacking you.”

Xin Gan lowered her head and said, "I'm really fine, don't worry about me."

The man put his hand on her shoulder. "If you have any grievances, tell me, or we can discuss it, right?"

"You're the only artist in the company you work for right now. Do you think that's normal?"

Xin Gan retorted: "Isn't it normal for a new company to be like this? And does having more artists mean it's safer? All entertainment companies are the same; it's all about who's lucky. I'll stay here because the benefits are good."

There's no such thing as a free lunch!

Xin Gan choked, her voice coming from behind her mask, "Of course I know, this company is normal! The boss said, act according to your ability, and earn it through hard work."

So apart from her first tribute drama, her resources have been quite normal, which is just right for someone of her status.

That's why Ji Tanyuan is so good at making arrangements. She takes things one step at a time, never playing a role that's too big for her.

Cheng Gengxu looked at the two men with a cold expression. The man was not old, but older than Xin Gan. He knew Xin Gan's family well, and Xin Gan also treated him well.

"Spicy and sweet".

The sound "Xin Gan" is not a romantic interlude between lovers, but her name.

Every time Cheng Gengxu called her name, she could sense his different emotions, but now...

Xin Gan's scalp tingled with rage. She pushed the man in front of her away and turned to run. "I don't care if he lives or dies, I just want her to live first."

Cheng Gengxu sneered. Where could he run off to? In the middle of the night, he told him he was filming, but it turns out he was here dating the boy next door. He's asking for it.

Zhong Yan arrived home after midnight.

The weather in November was already getting chilly. The man, wearing a black overcoat, pressed his fingerprint in the cool breeze.

As he walked into the courtyard, he thought he might as well go straight to the master bedroom.

As he entered the living room, a faint glow emanating from behind the screen caught his attention. A floor lamp cast a warm light, and a person was lying on the sofa.

Zhong Yan paused for a moment, walked over, and saw Ji Tanyuan lying on the sofa.

Hearing the commotion, the housekeeper came out of the servants' lounge. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhong Yan return. "You're back?"

"Mrs. Ji was feeling unwell and went to the hospital last night. My wife didn't go, but she was a little worried, so she fell asleep here."

Zhong Yan hummed in agreement. "Why didn't you call me?"

Xi Qian looked up, somewhat puzzled: "I called you, but I couldn't get through."

That means you can't receive it yourself.

Zhong Yan's eyes sharpened, and she instantly looked at Xi Qian. "What did you say?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Tanyuan woke up with a start and was shocked to see two figures.

What are you doing standing here?

Zhong Yan didn't delve into the phone call at this moment. He turned around, walked up to her, and bent down. "Why are you asleep here?"

Ji Tanyuan pulled her phone out from the gap in the sofa. It was the same message from her assistant, letting her know she was safe.

She was dazed, her eyes half-open.

I accidentally fell asleep.

"Go upstairs to sleep."

Ji Tanyuan hummed in response, but remained seated on the sofa, lost in thought, clearly still not recovered.

Zhong Yan sighed, bent down, pinched her armpit and lifted her up. Ji Tanyuan exclaimed, "Keep your legs up!"

Immediately afterwards, Ji Tanyuan wrapped her legs around his waist, put her arms around his neck, and rested her head on the man's shoulder.

Zhong Yan weighed the person in his hand and said to Xi Qian, "You should rest now, you've worked hard."

With Zhong Yan's arrival, Xi Qian felt relieved and nodded before leaving.

Zhong Yan's eyes softened in the night as she walked upstairs, saying, "Call me next time you need anything."

I won't refuse to answer.

Ji Tanyuan hummed in response, clearly not taking it seriously and brushing it off.

Zhong Yan didn't ask too many questions, he just put her in the quilt.

"Go to sleep first, otherwise Mom and Dad will worry."

Ji Tanyuan closed her eyes, then opened them again; she couldn't fall asleep.

Zhong Yan came out of the bathroom and saw Ji Tanyuan with her eyes open. "Waiting for me?"

"I can't sleep."

Zhong Yan lay down on the bed. "Then let's chat for a while."

Ji Tanyuan closed her eyes. "No."

Zhong Yan pried open the man's eyes and said, "Fu Rong Real Estate has acquired most of Qinghe Real Estate's assets."

Ji Tanyuan turned over, her back to Zhong Yan: "I don't need you to tell me."

After saying that, she opened her eyes, still with her back to the person, her gaze empty: "I don't want to be a normal husband and wife with you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Zhong Yan felt he had been obedient enough. She told him not to come back, but he stayed out until midnight before returning home. Was it because he didn't answer the phone?

"I did not answer the phone; it was not intentional."

Ji Tanyuan asked in confusion, "What phone call?"

Zhong Yan turned her around by the shoulder, forcing her to face him, his expression inscrutable, without a hint of a smile.

"So, you're listening to your mother?"

Ji Tanyuan was frightened by his expression. The last time she slapped him, his expression was much better than this. She shrank away.

Then Zhong Yan pulled her back by the waist and held her tightly, saying, "Miss Ji, it seems you still don't understand the situation."

The man's pale, jade-like face was covered with frost, every line taut and tight, showing no trace of warmth.

His lowered brows concealed the unfathomable undercurrents within his eyes, and his gaze remained fixed on her face with unusual focus.

He reached out and touched her porcelain-white face, from her chin to her cheeks, then stroked her brow bone. His touch was incredibly serious, light yet carried an undeniable sense of control, making Ji Tanyuan's hair stand on end.

Zhong Yan felt the delicate skin in his hand. His pale fingers finally rested on the brow bone, the movement gentle and tender. Silence surrounded them, broken only by their suppressed breaths, creating an eerie, ambiguous atmosphere. Zhong Yan thought for a moment, then finally uttered a sentence:

"I might as well tell you that I've always been the one making the decisions in our marriage."