Wronged

If only he could understand the meaning of everything she said, then she wouldn't have to worry about him looking at her with surprise and strange eyes when she couldn't help but reveal her true feelings one day.

Zhou Ji'an still clung to the hope that since their sham marriage was now defunct, perhaps she didn't need to worry too much about her future with Deng Yi. Perhaps Deng Yi's fake marriage was actually an excuse for him to get closer to her.

The more Zhou Ji'an thought about it, the more naive he felt. So he tried to adjust his mindset while waiting for Deng Yi to return home.

Jishi is, after all, a southern city. No matter how cold the winter is, it doesn't feel desolate. Green trees and red flowers can be seen everywhere.

Zhou Ji'an, who had left early to wait for Deng Yi, looked at the lush green grass, then at the azure sky, and finally at the time on his phone screen, realizing with a start that he had been waiting in the cold wind for an hour.

It's true that people can't adjust their mindset in just two or three days.

As the car carrying Deng Yi approached, Zhou Ji'an suddenly felt a sense of trepidation, just like the trepidation she felt that day at Wei Jinglin's house when she watched Deng Yi stride towards her as he pushed open the door.

That day, she was just like she is now, always trying to hide something, yet desperately wanting to take the opportunity to show something.

Zhou Ji'an suddenly felt a little pathetic. He was already twenty-eight years old, yet he was still hoping to be spotted by Deng Yi at a glance.

As Deng Yi got out of the passenger seat and walked to the trunk to get his luggage, he asked loudly across the black luxury car that Zhou Ji'an had never seen before, "Did you come out specifically to wait for me?"

Zhou Ji'an caught the scrutinizing gaze of the person in the driver's seat and instantly became hesitant. He pursed his lips, which were dry from the wind, and did not dare to respond to Deng Yi's words. He simply jogged a few steps to get a little closer to the celebrity Deng Yi.

Deng Yi nodded to the person in the car, and after the car drove away, he asked again, "Have you been waiting long?"

"I just came out," Zhou Ji'an said guiltily, looking at the ground.

Deng Yi raised his hand and hooked her bright red earlobe, smiled and said nothing.

The two walked side by side, and neither spoke before entering the room, as if they were a couple who were not very familiar with each other.

They weren't just a couple who seemed to know each other very little; they really were a couple who didn't know each other very well.

As Zhou Ji'an breathed in the faint scent of perfume emanating from Deng Yi, his timidity gradually turned into fear.

What kind of news will she receive this time? Will her life be changed again in an instant?

Deng Yi zipped up his jacket a third of the way and said, "Jian, help me take off my coat."

Zhou Ji'an was pretending to study the painting hanging by the door when he suddenly turned around, glanced at his coat, and although he didn't understand his request, he hesitated for a moment before helping him.

With a zipper, the zipper was pulled all the way down. Only then did Zhou Ji'an realize that Deng Yi might have been sitting in a car or plane for too long and his back was uncomfortable, so he couldn't bend over to pull the zipper.

So she unzipped her jacket, took two steps back, and said, "Okay."

"I haven't finished taking them off yet," Deng Yi said, shrugging.

Some suggestive ideas quickly began to pop into Zhou Ji'an's mind.

When Zhou Ji'an saw the living Deng Yi at Wei Jinglin's house, he had similar thoughts for a while.

But that day she only wanted to kiss Deng Yi; now she wants more than just kiss him.

Zhou Ji'an took two more steps forward, grabbed his coat and pulled it to both sides, frowning slightly as he said, "Move yourself."

Perhaps it was because his coat was so warm that Zhou Ji'an could feel the warmth emanating from him as soon as the coat was opened a little.

Deng Yi wrapped his hand around the person's hand, slowly took off his coat, and seeing that she still wouldn't look at him, he lowered his head, nuzzled her head, and asked, "Aren't you going to hug me?"

A mere hug could not fill the emptiness in Zhou Ji'an's heart, nor could it dispel his worries about her and Deng Yi's future.

Just as Zhou Ji'an was about to hug the man in front of him as he wished, he suddenly decided to grab his side waist, use the momentum to stand on tiptoe, reach a height suitable for kissing him, and then kiss him.

She wanted to do the things she hadn't dared to do that day, hoping there was still a chance for their relationship to turn around.

"Missed me a lot?" Deng Yi held her waist tightly, pressed her against the low cabinet, and moved his lips to her ear.

In the past, Zhou Ji'an would not have dared to answer such a question. She was afraid that he didn't actually need her longing, that he didn't care about her longing, that he was just asking casually, or that he was just using such words to flirt with her, and didn't really want an answer.

At this moment, she wanted to answer him. She wanted to use all the longing she had felt over the years to keep him by her side, regardless of whether he was willing or not.

"Mmm." Zhou Ji'an still stood on tiptoe, trying to hold onto his shoulders, wanting to kiss him in a way that resembled how he kissed her, kissing him anywhere other than his lips.

"How much do you want it?" Deng Yi caressed her maliciously, and when he noticed her instinctively moving closer to him, he increased the pressure of his caresses, pressing his palm against her and circling around her.

He asked her how much she missed him.

He had no idea how much she missed him.

He never saw her among the many people who liked him.

He was just asking her how much she wanted to sleep with him.

Zhou Ji'an replied, "Sometimes it's two or three meters, sometimes it's seven or eight meters, and sometimes it's more than ten meters. Most of the time, I don't know how many meters it is."

Because she could only see him during his movie promotions.

She rarely saw him.

Deng Yi chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "This is the first time I've heard someone use units of length to describe the depth and intensity of longing."

Zhou Ji'an felt wronged and bit his shoulder through his clothes.

"Looks like you really miss me." Deng Yi pressed down on the back of her full head, teasing her intentionally.

Zhou Ji'an understood his implied meaning, let go of him, touched the ground with his heels, and slid his face to his chest.

Deng Yi not only didn't let go of her, but pulled her even tighter, as if he wanted to embed her into his arms.

There are other people at home, so he won't start doing it here.

Zhou Ji'an felt a little relieved and pressed against him, following his lead.

The two stood there in that position for a while until Aunt Yang came over to call them for dinner.

Dinner was plentiful.

In the morning, Zhou Ji'an overheard Deng Yi calling Aunt Yang to arrange the dinner menu.

"How was Wei Jinglin's wedding?" Deng Yi picked up a piece of tender spinach for her and then bent down to remove fish bones for her.

Zhou Ji'an hadn't had such a lavish dinner in a long time and was quite unaccustomed to it. She chewed the food Deng Yi had put on her plate with difficulty. "It's very lively and exquisite. Didn't you see his WeChat Moments post?"

"I didn't see it, I blocked him."

When did he see her conversation with Wei Jinglin? Zhou Ji'an really wanted to ask.

Deng Yi looked up and scooped the tender fish from the white bone plate into her bowl. "I only blocked it after we got married."

"Oh." Zhou Ji'an nodded, and seeing that he was about to put blood clams on her plate again, she quickly moved the bowl away. "I'm not very hungry."

"What did you have for lunch?" Deng Yi asked casually, popping the bright red meat into his mouth.

"I ate a lot," Zhou Ji'an said evasively.

She ate a bowl of mushroom noodle soup for lunch, which was considered a feast according to her own eating habits, but Deng Yi would definitely think that she just ate a quick bite.

Deng Yi didn't ask any more questions and started eating seriously.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Ji'an didn't know what to do. After thinking for a while, he tried to pull at the branches of his life.

"Which university is your father a professor at?"

"Your school."

"Really? I feel like I've never seen this before?" Zhou Ji'an was surprised, and then he felt like he was a complete idiot.

Even if she had met his father before, she might not have known that it was his father.

Zhou Ji'an smiled awkwardly and said, "What I mean is that he's really mysterious."

Deng Yi seemed unwilling to elaborate on this topic and quickly returned to the topic of Wei Jinglin's wedding.

"I heard you spoke up for me at Wei Jinglin's wedding?"

Zhou Ji'an couldn't immediately recall which incident he was referring to. "Did I?"

Deng Yi looked at her, in a very good mood, and said confidently, "You do."

"I've forgotten everything." Zhou Ji'an really couldn't recall her conversation with anyone other than Wei Jinglin and Qin Xirang that day, so she asked the person on the other end to be more specific, "Who told you that?"

"A high school classmate."

Zhou Ji'an asked, "What did you say?"

Deng Yi shook his head: "I won't tell you."

well!

Zhou Ji'an quickly gave up asking questions and trying to recall. It might be better if he couldn't remember. Heaven knows what shameless things she said that day in order to play the role of a good wife.

A family dinner is being held inside a villa with an extremely formal interior design.

“Now that you’re married, you should settle down and get a proper job. Don’t just laze around like an unemployed bum and make yourself a laughingstock,” Wei’s father scolded.

Having been reprimanded for almost ten minutes, Wei Jinglin was extremely annoyed and retorted, "Don't assume I don't have a job just because you don't understand my work."

Wei's father's scolding did not stop because of Wei Jinglin's rebuttal. "Back then, Deng Yi didn't even get into a proper university, but now he's far ahead of you. You should feel ashamed."

Wei Jinglin glanced at the person next to him, then continued drinking his soup as if nothing had happened, without even frowning.

In the quiet courtyard of the villa, Wei Jinglin had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took two puffs, then flicked it to the ground and stomped on it with the sole of his leather shoe, scolding, "All you see is money, and all you hear is talk about money?"

The woman shrugged dismissively, opened her arms, and said while admiring her newly done manicure, "Isn't that exactly what you're taking advantage of?"

Wei Jinglin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his grievances surged like blood.

No one, except Zhou Ji'an, could remain constantly thinking of speaking up for the person who was using her when they suspected or were certain that she was being used.

There is no second Zhou Ji'an in the world; he should have realized this long ago.

Some of the people who attended Wei Jinglin's wedding also attended Deng Yi's wedding. With so many people around, Zhou Ji'an's appearance immediately sparked a lot of discussion.

Some people even went so far as to discuss it in front of Zhou Ji'an.

Wei Jinglin hadn't expected that Zhou Ji'an, who came from a poor place, would actually block those people's harsh words. Completely disregarding the harm he suffered, his face was tinged with a deep coldness as he protected Deng Yi's words, which swept across the surrounding people like cold weapons.

Wei Jinglin even saw in her eyes her determination not to let anyone who slandered, defamed, or belittled Deng Yi escape punishment.