Chapter 13. What is there that can't be seen?
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The black G63 sped along the empty road. It was close to midnight, and there were few cars and pedestrians upstairs. After leaving Xinghewan, he pulled her into the car without saying a word, his expression cold and indifferent.
When she came out, Wen Yining's coat was open and her scarf was haphazardly draped over her shoulders, not properly wrapped. A sudden blast of cold air rushed in, chilling her to the bone.
The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors was too great, making her gasp for breath. In the dead of night, the biting, dry cold filled her lungs with every breath.
He had long legs and took long strides. She thought he was walking too fast, so she pulled her arm away and called out to him, "Shen Yueze."
He didn't react much, continuing to walk forward without letting go or slowing down, suppressing his emotions, his demeanor cold and gloomy, carrying a sense of oppression.
Wen Yining knew she was in the wrong. She turned to look at him a few times, then looked away. She wanted to say something, to explain, but seeing his calm exterior but suppressed inner state, she knew he hadn't completely calmed down yet.
The conversation in the villa obviously did nothing to alleviate the situation; its only effect was probably to infuriate Chen Jiabai.
The real root of the problem is her.
Wen Yining hesitated, then closed the car door. She watched as he turned on the air conditioning, drove onto the road, and headed back to her apartment.
After a moment of silence, she spoke first: "Shen Yueze, I didn't take the initiative to contact Chen Jiabai today."
He didn't even look up, and gave a curt "hmm".
She frowned slightly. Hmm, what does that mean?
Isn't there anything else you want to ask?
Suddenly confused, Wen Yining turned her head to look out the window, feeling somewhat irritated and depressed.
I thought he would get angry when he got to the car, or use a forceful kiss to assert his dominance, but he didn't say a word or do anything.
For the first time, his hands on the steering wheel were so well-behaved; he didn't touch her or take advantage of her at all, which was very unlike his usual behavior.
This reminded her of a dinner party a few days ago, where Yan Xi mentioned in a private room that she and Xu Ze'an had spent the entire night in a campervan, becoming a "film crew couple."
It sounded very convincing, and Xu Zean was indeed pursuing her, showering her with attention every day, sending her different kinds of food and supplements, and even bribing her assistant. He was very good at currying favor.
Actually, celebrity assistants are very easy to bribe and are extremely useful. If the assistant didn't work for the agent and know that she had a sugar daddy, she might really reveal her schedule, habits, preferences, and other such things.
Lu Ya was quite nice; she even asked her in advance whether she wanted to talk to Xu Ze'an.
He should know all of these things.
So that night at the hotel, when he was grating, he was rough and rough, making her kneel in the bathtub and doing it to her several times.
She still has many bite marks and hickeys that haven't completely faded yet, which makes her afraid to wear low-cut clothes in dramas, otherwise she'll likely be talked about online after she becomes famous.
She now often fantasizes about becoming an overnight sensation, as if she would quickly rise to fame after a successful movie or TV series release—a pipe dream.
Agent Fei Qing is good at making promises to people, planning her future path in detail and making her remind her to be careful not to have a messy private life and not to be photographed.
Then you can't get involved with guys who aren't that great, you can only get entangled with rich and powerful men.
My phone rang a few times. It was from my sister-in-law, Bai Jiahe, asking with concern: "You two haven't been arguing again, have you?"
[I was just here, and I thought it was going to be like in college, where I'd end up in the hospital.]
I think your husband's temper has improved a bit.
She replied: "Since leaving Xie Yuchen's house, she hasn't said a single word to me."
What has improved?
[Still like someone who's sick.]
After typing her rant, Wen Yining couldn't help but give him a resentful look. He stared straight ahead with a cold expression, and even when the traffic light turned red and the car stopped, he didn't seem to care about her.
Bai Jiahe: [He's probably still angry, so you'll have to try and comfort him.]
Otherwise, this matter wouldn't have been so easily resolved.
She tried to make conversation: "Are you hungry?"
I'm not hungry.
"I'm a little hungry and want to have a late-night snack."
"Um."
“”
Wen Yining texted her sister-in-law, "He doesn't want to talk to me at all. Oh well, I'll just ignore him."
Bai Jiahe was probably playing cards again and wasn't using her phone.
After a long pause, she sent: 【Then why don't you just be more proactive in bed? Wear a sexy nightgown, and you'll make up before you get out of bed. It's so much easier!】
Don't tell me you don't even own a pair of sexy lingerie.
This is indeed the simplest way, since he doesn't lack anything.
Even when she wants to give a gift, she doesn't know what to give. Every time it's his birthday, it gives her a headache. She can't just leave him empty-handed, but he doesn't lack material things.
Wen Yining replied frankly: "We haven't seen each other many times since we got married, so I haven't had a chance to... but he's a pretty lewd person."
It's obvious he'll enjoy seeing her dressed.
However, they don't have many requirements, probably because it's still a novelty; even just sleeping isn't monotonous.
Bai Jiahe didn't understand: "Then buy some! There are so many styles online. What kind do you like? I'll buy it for you."
[No, you should ask him what style he likes—something very revealing? Or something more abstinent?]
That's unclear.
She didn't ask.
Bai Jiahe: [You have no idea how many varieties the store has, it's dazzling! And it's cheap too.]
Wen Yining: [How much?]
Bai Jiahe: [Most of them cost around ten or thirty yuan.]
[There's not much fabric, just enough for basic coverage, how much could it cost?]
Wen Yining asked curiously, "Isn't the quality particularly bad? I remember Ye Qingchi's shop sells them for over a hundred yuan, and they sell quite well."
Ye Qingchi has many side businesses, and running an online sex toy store is just one of them.
It sounds unorthodox, but the profit margin is enormous, since the cost of this stuff is incredibly low.
Bai Jiahe: [You must be mistaken. Those are vibrators, they're very expensive, over three hundred or five hundred yuan.]
By the way, have you ever used it?
Wen Yining: [Not yet.]
Her desires weren't so great that she needed toys to satisfy them. Besides, after marrying Shen Yueze, they saw each other at least twice a month, which was just right for her.
Bai Jiahe: [He also said that there will be more and more bloggers selling these kinds of products online in the future. I even saw one when I was watching a live stream the other day; the live stream was selling these toys and even giving live demonstrations.]
Ye Qingchi's father works in the internet industry, so he is very sensitive to market trends. After all, one day on the internet is equivalent to one year in the real world.
[Perhaps there are more and more single people in the future, and people are more open-minded. I've heard that in some cities, physical stores have even opened.]
Wen Yining plays on her phone too often. She can't wait to reply to messages as soon as the phone rings, and she types very fast, with all her attention on the screen.
He asked, "Who are you talking to so enthusiastically?"
Wen Yining: "My sister-in-law,"
"Let me see."
Her fingers, which were typing, paused. She quickly deleted the words in the chat box, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to delete the previous few messages as well.
He had already parked the car and, without a word, snatched her phone away.
Wen Yining instinctively reached out to grab it, but said, "Wait a minute."
But he easily blocked her arm. "There's another secret I can't see?"
No, that's not it.
But there are private topics.
To prevent her from grabbing his phone, he leaned to his left, unbuckled his seatbelt, and slowly swiped his fingers across the screen, browsing through the chat history in a lazy and leisurely manner.
With a slight smile, he asked her in a casual yet flirtatious tone, "Are you planning to buy me sexy lingerie?"
“When did I say that? Look carefully. I only asked how much money.”
She was just curious.
"This doesn't mean you want to buy?"
"no."
He said meaningfully, "So how do you plan to coax me?"
"..."
"What happened today is not my fault."
He said quite seriously, "If I hadn't run into them, how long were you planning to keep hugging?"
"He forced you, and you didn't call for help? Your two brothers were sitting outside, couldn't they help you?"
Wen Yining remained silent, a sense of guilt welling up inside her.
He glanced at her indifferently and said slowly, "I think you're pretty shameless. You acted like you were cheating in front of your brother, thinking that neither of them would tell on you, right?"
Wen Yining's ears burned as she listened, and she couldn't help but retort: "What do you mean by cheating? You're saying this before we've even done anything. So if I see you with other girls in the future, I can also say that you're cheating."
He has no idea how many girls have sent him nude photos. Wen Yichuan said that men would definitely have some thoughts after seeing those photos.
But she hadn't been monitoring him and had no idea what his private life was like after he left her, who he met at night, or who he spent time with in a room.
Frustrated, Shen Yueze lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, and lazily draped his arm over the car frame, holding the cigarette between two fingers. He stared at her for a few seconds and asked, "When have you ever seen me kissing and hugging someone?"
She hesitated for a moment, then admitted that she hadn't, but said that she would subconsciously pick on the other person's mistakes during arguments, though she hadn't seen them since their marriage.
All I can say is, "How did I ever get close to him?"
"So what if he kisses you? What's the difference?"
"No, don't make things up. It's just what you saw."
"Oh, I thought someone like you, who's good at seduction, would find it boring not to kiss."
“…….”
Wen Yining felt that he was doing it on purpose, since Chen Jiabai clearly did not kiss her.
Shen Yueze got out of the car, and the car door slammed shut.
Seeing that she hadn't moved from the passenger seat, he raised an eyebrow and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want me to carry you out?"
"no."
She then picked up her small handbag and reluctantly got off.
She felt a little annoyed, thinking he might not be able to resist having sex with her in the car.
Today he was driving an SUV, which was spacious and just the right size. He had done this before, and the enclosed space offered a different experience.
Back at the apartment, she silently went to take a shower and wash up, glancing at his expression. He remained expressionless, calm and nonchalant. She took off her coat, poured out the water in her glass, and poured herself a fresh glass. As she drank, her prominent Adam's apple slid up and down, extremely noticeable, inexplicably sexy.
He bought all the furniture and other items in the house, big and small, so there was no need to ask her where they were when she entered.
Wen Yining looked away with a resentful expression, and didn't take the initiative to talk to him again. She went straight into the dressing room to take off her clothes, until she was only wearing underwear. She didn't wear a nightgown, went out barefoot, took her phone from the living room, and deliberately walked around him.
He casually raised his eyes and stared at her directly, his gaze slowly sweeping from her chest to her ankles, frivolous, naked, and filled with undisguised desire.
He was lounging lazily on the sofa, typing a message back to his subordinate when his fingers paused. The person on the other end was waiting for his reply, and after waiting for ages, realized he was still typing. They were on edge, thinking he was typing away and had a whole bunch of comments to say.
Little did they know, their boss was intently watching his wife's half-naked body.
Shen Yueze stared intently at her, his tone flippant: "Didn't you say last time that the underwear you bought was too small?"
She followed his gaze and looked down. "That's not it."
Have you been dieting recently?
"No."
He replied with satisfaction, "Okay, don't reduce it."
"Why."
"Losing weight starts with losing breast size, and you look just right now."
"..."
Her weight is just right, but how should I put it, everyone wants to be thin on camera, the thinner the better.
He said slowly and quite seriously, "If you lose 10 pounds, you'll go from a C to a B."
Wen Yining found the phone, walked past him again, and went back to the bathroom in the bedroom. He remained calm and composed throughout, just like a leisurely young master, leaning back on the sofa with the screen still lit up, typing on a page, showing no other intentions at all.
Feeling somewhat annoyed and speechless, she proceeded with her face-washing routine in a rather somber mood, while simultaneously examining herself in the mirror. She had a large bust and a slim waist, the kind of sexy figure that guys generally prefer, and her legs were also quite attractive.
I don't understand why he wasn't reacting today.
She had closed the bathroom door, then opened it again, deliberately leaving it half-open so that the suggestive sound of running water could be heard from the living room. That kind of lewd man…
She believed that just hearing her taking a shower would make them all lose their minds.
This has happened before.
She has many steps in her bathing routine, and the whole process takes at least half an hour.
I'm used to using a body scrub once a week. After rinsing it off, my skin becomes smoother and more delicate, and my hair is also taken care of very well, especially in winter. In addition to hair masks, I also use hair oil, which has a rich fragrance and feels much smoother to the touch.
When Wen Yining first entered university, her skincare routine wasn't so meticulous. It was much simpler; she didn't use face masks, face creams, or shampoos—the cheap kind. She spent her money either on clothes or food.
The city is already expensive, and I don't have enough to spend.
The difference between expensive and cheap face products isn't significant, but the difference in hair quality is particularly noticeable. Inferior shampoos and conditioners really don't work well on her hair, and the texture is completely different from that of expensive ones.
During the half hour I was in the bathroom, the door was never opened.
Based on his past possessiveness, she even felt that he could be a little rough tonight, even in the car.
Just like that day at the hotel, because of Xu Zean's matter, he was very rough with him in bed.
But he didn't seem to have any intention of sleeping with her today.
Wen Yining returned to her bedroom feeling annoyed. It was empty. She turned on the humidifier, plugged in her phone to charge, but didn't even bother to check her unread messages. She quickly dried her hair and got into bed. In the quiet, she could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the living room, and she drifted off to sleep.
I didn't sleep soundly and had a lot of chaotic dreams. When I woke up, my arm instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. There was no one there, and it wasn't warm. I squinted at the time. It was only a little past seven. He couldn't have left so early unless he was still arguing about what happened last night.
Wen Yining put on a nightgown, her hair disheveled, and walked out of the bedroom. She saw his clothes, lighter, and cigarette case on the sofa.
"Shen Yueze?"
She called out, but there was no response; the kitchen and bathroom were empty.
However, since the apartment had three bedrooms, he realized where he had been sleeping that night and hadn't gone back to the master bedroom at all.
Does this mean they're sleeping in separate rooms?
Is it necessary?
Wen Yining made herself breakfast in a so-so mood, and also made him a sandwich, wondering how long he would continue this cold war.
He's a very free-spirited person and would never try to please anyone.
In his world, there were only people trying to please him; there were no relationships he needed to maintain.
He doesn't need to consider other people's feelings when he speaks or acts, because even if others get angry, there's nothing anyone can do about it. He only cares about his own pleasure and satisfaction.
That's just how awful he is.
Wen Yining ate breakfast while watching a variety show. She wasn't sure if it was because of their cold war, but she didn't have much of an appetite. She only ate half a sandwich before feeling full. Her phone was full of messages from her manager, who was again offering her empty promises.
Or perhaps it can't be called empty promises, since many resources were obtained through Shen Yueze.
Fei Qing: [You are just as excellent as them.]
I can absolutely make you a top star like that, provided you listen to me on many things.
You know very well how famous the artists I've managed before were. Although there have been some unexpected events, my ambition has never changed.
I'm not content to remain the manager of an unknown celebrity forever.
The artists I manage must be the most popular and generate the most buzz.
Agents must be more ambitious than stars to achieve their goals.
Wen Yining certainly knew about her long ago. More than a decade ago, she rose to fame by releasing smear campaigns and articles claiming she outshone others; she had a lot of tricks up her sleeve.
This includes, but is not limited to, creating a persona, contractual couples, creating fake on-screen couples, and then taking the "black-and-red" approach to the extreme.
It's true that no one can avoid becoming famous, but the amount of criticism they receive is also doubled.
When she first entered university, she genuinely thought that getting into the entertainment industry was incredibly easy—that being pretty, having a few connections, and spending a little money was all it took. Later, she discovered that the competition was far fiercer than she had imagined.
There are many people who are richer and more talented than her, but they still can't make it big and can only play supporting roles and low-budget web dramas.
Moreover, since they're not from the same field, it's difficult for them to interfere in matters within that industry.
She has seen the typical rich second-generation and beautiful, wealthy women, and she has also seen them being bullied by their companies and suppressed by higher-level capital.
Even if you manage to reach the top tier, it's useless; you'll definitely be skinned alive when your contract is terminated.
Or, they might be asked to act in terrible dramas, dramas that even fans can't understand why they would accept.
Shen Yueze has a cousin who owns a leading entertainment company in the industry. The company's rules are similar; terminating a contract is extremely difficult, with exorbitant penalty fees.
Disobedience during the process could result in being blacklisted; the company possessed all the negative information about her before her debut and used it as leverage.
Another condition is to promote newcomers. If someone wants to leave, they have to promote someone from their own company to become popular, which is what fans call "carrying the sedan chair" (a euphemism for promoting someone else's image).
In short, without Shen Yueze's connections, she could foresee her own fate.
Generally, there are only four top male and female celebrities in the same age group.
Further down the list, there might be seven or eight other celebrities of similar caliber, but no more. There aren't that many good scripts available.
For every person who climbs up, someone else will inevitably be pushed down.
Just like when a former top male celebrity was blacklisted, everyone around him was overjoyed, as his 26 endorsements were split up among various companies.
Fans also fled one after another, with each group taking a share.
This is actually a terrifying competition; there are over a billion people, but only so many positions available.
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Around 8 o'clock, Shen Yueze slowly emerged from the guest room, shirtless, wearing casual shorts. He had a slender waist, smooth and sexy lines, and messy black hair, exuding a lazy aura.
She looks like she rested well; she clearly slept better than her.
He glanced at her expressionlessly, then went into the bathroom to wash up.
Wen Yining is drinking "Five Black Powder," which contains black mulberries, black goji berries, and black sesame seeds—all good for the body.
It was a little hot, so I stirred it slowly with a spoon. My phone was on its stand, and I was browsing the gossip and trending topics of the past few days, absentmindedly scrolling through the screen until the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.
Shen Yueze went into the kitchen, saw the sandwiches on the plate, took them to the dining room, and sat opposite her.
He asked her, "Are you comfortable sleeping alone?"
"fine."
She replied coldly.
Two seconds later, she added, "You'd better stay in the guest room every day. I prefer to sleep in a big bed all by myself."
He stared at her and said slowly, "I feel like you're a little disappointed."
Wen Yining said speechlessly, "I didn't go to see you yesterday."
"Yes, I know."
"I guessed."
"..." She was going out in the morning and went to the dressing room to change her clothes when he followed her in, which surprised her a bit. Just as she was about to take off her short-sleeved shirt, she unhappily pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him out, telling him to leave: "You go out, you go out first, and come back in after I'm done changing."
The two were of different heights, and he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The male hormones brought by his height were particularly obvious, and you could sense them as soon as you got close, just like pheromones.
Instead, he closed the door and said matter-of-factly, "My clothes are here too."
"Then you can change it first."
Wen Yining couldn't move him, so she decided to leave.
He put his arm around her slender waist, his voice deep and sexy: "What's wrong with looking at this? We've seen it countless times in bed."
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A note from the author:
Is there a 50 red envelope for this chapter?
There will probably be another chapter around 12 o'clock.
He's a master of emotions, so he knows how to maintain a delicate balance of closeness and distance. I'm always worried that explaining too much will negatively impact his image.
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