The cool and refreshing sea breeze is immersed in this moonlit night, hanging softly.

"Rong Zhan, I feel dizzy."

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, after leaving Wanghai Tower, Su Yang's body softened in Rong Zhan's arms, and the dizziness in his head became even worse.

It's even more intoxicating than the two bottles of wine that Tao Anwen drank last time.

"The longer those two bottles of rum are stored, the higher the concentration becomes. They have obviously been treasured for many years. You are so polite, drinking one glass after another. Wouldn't you refuse?"

Rong Zhan frowned, his tone full of reproach, looking at her charming look revealed by her drunkenness, his thin lips pursed into a line.

"You are quite generous. I can give you the wine I have collected for many years for free as a favor." Su Yang closed his eyes. He had lost his usual cold and aloof look and looked adorable instead.

"Nonsense, think about my status in the entire Beidu. How can just two bottles of wine compare to the favor I owe you? Wouldn't all these years have been in vain?" Rong Zhan snorted disapprovingly, the arrogance in his tone carrying a bit of arrogant disdain.

"Rong Zhan, you are not only bad-tempered and cold-hearted, but you are also so narcissistic."

Su Yang tilted her head back. Under the moonlight, her pretty rosy face was charming and seductive. Her black and white eyes were filled with enchanting mist. She raised her smooth and tender hand and gently poked his cheek.

Rong Zhan's brows deepened, and when her hand was about to fall, he took the opportunity to hold it, and with a little force on the hand around her waist, he pulled her limp body up again, and her clean white forehead rested on his chin.

The ambiguous atmosphere is blown away in the quiet and bustling night along with the warm evening breeze.

"I have the capital to be narcissistic."

Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple rolled gently, and the anger that was originally hidden in his heart dissipated with the wind, enveloped by her own faint magnolia fragrance in his nostrils, like sparks, spreading to the tip of his heart.

As he finished speaking, his face darkened slightly, he picked her up and carried her sideways, getting into the black business car that was parked on the side of the road.

"Go back to the hotel."

Rong Zhan put his arm around her, glanced at her pretty and cool face, and spoke in a calm voice.

After the driver understood, he started the car and sped away.

The longer the time went by, the stronger the alcohol became. Su Yang kept adjusting her sleeping position, just to make herself more comfortable and relieve the churning stomach and dizziness, so she kept rubbing against his arms.

The familiar scent of sandalwood made her feel a little at ease. She raised her hand greedily and grabbed Rong Zhan's collar tightly, refusing to let go. Her slightly hot cheek pressed against his chest through his suit jacket, listening to his strong heartbeat.

The originally bitter face gradually regained its composure.

After the car arrived at the hotel, the driver got out immediately, walked around the front of the car, opened the rear door and waited.

Rong Zhan lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "Su Yang, we are here."

"Um?"

Hearing someone calling his name so gently, Su Yang responded subconsciously, raising the last syllable, and trying to open his sleepy eyes a little, reflecting a handsome and extraordinary face in his hazy eyes.

Frowning, he corrected her seriously, "I'm not Su Yang."

Rong Zhan was so angry at her cute contrast that he laughed: "If you are not Su Yang, then who is it?"

"My name is Wen Yang, the warm Wen, the Yang boat with snowy waves reflecting the beauty of flowers, the Yang that Xu Fu took with him and never returned." Her voice was light and pleasant, and every word was clear and distinct: "That Su is not the one I want, you know? Call me Wen Yang."

She rarely uses the surname 'Wen' in public because it is her mother's surname.

Since she was taken back to the Su family by Su Huai at the age of nine, her surname was changed. After living a new life, she hated the surname "Su" very much, but she could not abandon it overnight.

Rong Zhan's eyebrows were slightly deep, and his eyes looking at her were mixed with some strange emotions.

There was silence in the car for a while, and then his mellow, low and gentle voice rang out, as if coaxing her. His cool fingertips wrapped around her hands that were as hot as fire, and he slowly pulled his clothes out of her palms.

Looking at the wrinkled collar that was pulled by her, Rong Zhan glanced at her, got out of the car first, picked her up by the waist, carried her out carefully, and turned to walk into the hotel.

——

The next morning, dim sunlight refracted into the dim room through the gaps in the curtains.

Su Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. What entered his eyes was a handsome face that gradually became clearer from blurry.

She calmed down after a moment of daze, and suddenly recalled the fragmented scenes of last night, which made her quite annoyed.

Only two months into their marriage, she got drunk twice in front of him.

It's quite embarrassing.

"woke up?"

As my thoughts were drifting away, a familiar hoarse male voice brought me back.

"Um."

"Headache?"

Su Yang shook his head, propped himself up with his hands, sat up, rubbed his temples, suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned around to find his phone to check the time.

But as soon as the screen of the mobile phone beside the pillow turned on, the photo on the screensaver came into her eyes. In the photo, the sun was setting, and a beautiful figure in a white dress was dancing towards the sparkling sea with the silver moon reflected on it. She looked elegant and beautiful.

The action of lifting the quilt paused at the same time, and a hint of surprise flashed in the handsome and calm eyes.

These were taken when she and Zhuang Tong went to the beach yesterday. After showing them to Tao Anwen, she picked out three to post on her Moments.

This is one of them.

His cell phone.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and took the phone. Su Yang turned his head to look over: "What is this?"

"I think it's pretty good. I just happened to need a screen saver, so I used it." Rong Zhan glanced at the screen saver, then turned it off calmly. He raised his head, and the quilt covering his collar slipped off, revealing his fair and strong chest: "It's half past eight. What time are you recording?"

"Ah, yes."

After being reminded by him, Su Yang suddenly remembered again, quickly threw back the quilt, hid the smile in his eyes, and went straight to the bathroom to wash up and change clothes.

About half an hour later, Su Yang came out dressed neatly. He checked his bag and found that his phone was low on power. He stuffed the charger into his bag and heard his voice: "Wen Yang, come over and have breakfast first."

Su Yang's body froze, and he turned back in confusion. Seeing his carefree and self-satisfied appearance, he asked confidently, "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

"No, how do you know the name..."

"You said it yourself yesterday." Rong Zhan interrupted her calmly, "Mrs. Rong, are you having a blackout?"

Su Yang: “…”

She carefully reviewed what happened last night. It seemed that the name "Wen Yang" was mentioned, but the scene was a bit scattered and blurry, making it difficult for her to remember clearly.

(End of this chapter)