Chapter 81 Get bored and switch to something else.
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He found a movie, went to the kitchen to wash two peaches, cut half a watermelon, put them on the coffee table, and sat down leisurely.
The air conditioning was quite cold. I noticed she was curled up, so I pulled the blanket over her left side and draped it over her legs. I then put my arm around her waist and adjusted myself into a comfortable, languid position.
Wen Yining suppressed her impatience, trying not to provoke him. She glanced at him twice, her gaze fixed on the projector screen, clearly not wanting to discuss anything else. The movie was still her favorite zombie film.
The rest of the words stuck in his throat, and he restrained himself from saying them. He silenced his phone and placed it on a thin blanket, where it kept vibrating. He fiddled with the phone, screen down, so he couldn't see the messages, but he could guess how many people were looking for him.
Unable to resist any longer, I picked up my phone in the dark. As soon as I unlocked it, he confiscated it and tossed it onto the coffee table with a loud thud. He said, "Don't look at it anymore. I'll take you home tomorrow."
She looked at him with a hint of disbelief, then her shoulders were encircled and pressed against his chest, as if she were being held in his arms.
What appears to be an embrace is more like a confinement.
The movie had a high rating, but she wasn't really interested in watching the second half. His hands became increasingly restless, always taking advantage of her, while his expression remained indifferent, like that of an outsider.
He didn't resist anymore, nor did he ask when he was leaving. Midway through, he remarked, "If only you could always be this obedient."
Wen Yining didn't say anything, but her response satisfied him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, skillfully sat on him, and returned his kisses tenderly, closing her eyes and immersing herself in the moment.
After finishing, she worked until the early hours of the morning and said she was hungry.
He got out of bed, put on his pants, and started cooking for her. Wen Yining stared at his back, her expression frozen. For some reason, an absurd thought popped into her head: they were living like a married couple.
When we lived in a large apartment, we mostly ordered takeout. We weren't used to calling the housekeeper over in the evenings, and cooking was quite a hassle. She even learned to cook for him, and the food was alright, but I was just too lazy to do it.
After arriving at the villa, he was the one who did all the cooking.
While he was in the kitchen, Wen Yining played on her phone for a while. Seeing that he was in a good mood, she browsed through his phone.
He has two cell phones, one of which is a business phone.
Unlock the phone you use daily. There are three chat boxes at the top: her, Shen Zongjun, and Shen Kuo, who is his cousin from his second grandfather's side. He has met Shen Kuo before.
There are over a thousand contacts in total, with more male profile pictures, but after scrolling through them, you can roughly tell that there are at least two or three hundred female contacts, some of whom are not labeled, and I probably don't even remember their names.
She has only added over 500 people on WeChat, and almost half of them are strangers. They know her, but they've only exchanged a few words and are just nodding acquaintances.
He and this Shen Kuo had quite a few chat logs, including conversations about family, business, and many explicit topics, without any reservations, indicating they were very familiar with each other.
Wen Yining was not wearing anything, the blanket was only covering her chest, and he was the one who set the air conditioner. He was afraid of the heat, but she was not used to it and always complained of being cold.
While curiously flipping through his photos of interacting with others, I also kept an eye on the sounds coming from the kitchen—the sound of running water, chopping, and the rustling of packaging bags—clearly, he wasn't finished yet.
She felt a little guilty, but then she thought about it again and realized that he had already rummaged through her privacy without her consent. Starting with Feng Yan, he didn't know how many more times he had checked her old things.
Anyway, he doesn't care whether people agree or not, and he can do anything as if it's his right.
He started checking her right in front of her, going through all her private messages from WeChat to other social media platforms.
Indeed, quite a few men send her private messages, wanting to ask her out to dinner. Without exception, their purpose is to sleep with her. She will also click on the other party's profile. If he is a rich second-generation, she might consider giving him her private number.
If she really breaks up with Shen Yueze, she can't possibly find someone else from his circle. Otherwise, given his personality, he'll make a scene and everyone will know. She needs to make plans in advance.
However, he made me afraid to send messages to men casually anymore, and even if I did send one, I would delete it immediately.
If she thinks there's potential for a relationship, she'll keep them around without mentioning that she already has a bed partner. If she doesn't like someone, she'll use having a boyfriend as an excuse, but she basically doesn't mind. She also has the typical male confidence that she thinks she's richer and older than her boyfriend.
He scrolled down the page uncontrollably, ignoring the unread notifications, lost in thought, wondering if the other person was too busy to reply, or if they saw the message but weren't interested.
Some of them even have female avatars.
There weren't any ambiguous messages. Li Xiayi was someone he had recently been in touch with; it was pretty routine. He only replied to a few messages, and he didn't know if they had been deleted. He shouldn't be that kind of person, and he shouldn't be worried about her seeing them, since they weren't in a romantic relationship.
Ye Qingchi is someone he has a lot of contact with in his second-generation circle, and he even posted something new this afternoon.
The video from the racetrack shows the roar of supercars soaring into the sky, mixed with screams from men and women at the scene. The video shows two cars racing, keeping a close distance, and the drivers are quite skilled.
Ye Qingchi: [Where have you been gallivanting off to again??]
Inevitably, I saw the content posted yesterday.
Ye Qingchi: "Hey, I saw it on my WeChat Moments. Wen Yining was being hugged by someone. It was just a fleeting glimpse. I was wondering why she looked so familiar, so I had someone film it. And wow, it really is her."
“My dad knows this guy. I remember he’s unmarried and likes to keep female celebrities as mistresses.”
"You two broke up, right? It hasn't been that long, and you've already found a new backer. I wonder what Chen Jiabai would think if he saw this. But there are quite a few people like this who pretend to be innocent these days."
"Dude, to be honest, you can't date this kind of girl. You'll break up with her sooner or later. She's not suited for serious relationships."
"If I could sneak into sharing a bed with you behind Chen Jiabai's back then, then I can do something like this behind your back..."
After listening to the voice message, Wen Yining's fingers froze, her heart pounded wildly, and a chill ran down her spine. An indescribable shame welled up from the depths of her heart. This circle wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. Ye Qingchi knew Cheng Yuzhou, and probably could recognize several other people in that private room. No wonder she knew she had drunk the nuptial wine...
"Come and eat."
She instinctively locked her phone, her heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up at him, she was so lost in thought that she didn't hear him approaching.
He stood by the door, glanced at his phone in her hand, raised an eyebrow very slightly, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Wen Yining paused, her expression becoming serious. She had a lot to say, but after a moment's hesitation, she only said, "Someone is looking for you, saying you're not replying to messages."
Hand him the phone.
He took it and asked lazily, "Male or female?"
"See for yourself."
Wen Yining reluctantly tossed out a sentence, left the bedroom, casually tied her hair into a low ponytail, her skin looked pale from lack of rest, and her face was indifferent with a heart full of worries.
When he arrived at the table, he ate in silence. He ordered two servings of pasta, pan-fried salmon, sliced fruit, and a mixed sparkling wine that was sweet and sour with a low alcohol content.
Shen Yueze strolled over slowly, placing his phone on the table, face up, with the group chat displayed. Wen Yining sat opposite him and glanced at it unconsciously.
Knowing who's in this group, they were just teasing Chen Jiabai, saying that his new girlfriend, Xia Wei, is particularly good at acting cute.
As far as she knew, he didn't have a high level of education, had been an internet celebrity, and had a youthful and innocent face—the kind of girl Chen Jiabai liked.
She used to study his preferences and dress in a pure and innocent style, but deep down she wasn't that kind of person, and she got tired of pretending for too long.
Fortunately, he was a good person. After the breakup, he never mentioned returning the gifts, which, in total, amounted to at least 500,000 yuan.
Even men of average means can't afford such a large dowry.
In total, Shen Yueze gave her more than that, but the nature of the relationship was different. Chen Jiabai never slept with her or took advantage of her, but he quickly had a relationship with Xia Wei.
I thought of the more than a thousand contacts in his phone.
"I'm suddenly a little curious, if we didn't know each other, what kind of girl would you be looking for?"
He hadn't thought about this question. He had met many people, but none of them could truly connect with him.
With his arm resting on the table and his legs crossed, he said in a rather serious tone, "I'll change when I get tired of sleeping with someone. I'm pretty easygoing, but it won't be that quick. I'll probably change them every few years."
"When I'm forty, I'll continue sleeping with college students like you, just like that guy surnamed Peng. I won't get married, and I'll be quite free."
Wen Yining remained silent for a long time, looking at him calmly and seriously, though with a hint of sarcasm. He insisted on mentioning President Peng, but it was probably something he had always thought...
I've never heard of any plans for marriage. I guess his older brother has already followed the path laid out by the family and can't control him anymore. I know he's carefree and stubborn.
"It is quite free."
He's 20 now, sleeping with 20-year-olds; when he's 40, he'll still be playing with 18-year-olds. That really fits his personality.
Wen Yining felt a sour taste in her mouth, though she didn't show it on her face. She had only a few bites left to eat, and felt choked up, but she had no right to lash out.
Even if she knows it's the truth, she doesn't want to hear it. But if it's a lie, she'll doubt it and doesn't want to hear it either.
I put down the fork, went to the open-air balcony, untied the hair tie, smoothed my long hair a couple of times, tilted my head, leaned back in the chair, and played with my phone out of boredom.
Late at night, the temperature in the forest dropped considerably, and the crisp, damp air was pleasant to breathe, carrying the salty, earthy smell of rain.
I was wearing his short-sleeved shirt, and it was a bit cold. I had my back to the living room and heard him go into the bathroom. The door wasn't closed properly, and then I heard the sound of the shower running.
He didn't have time to reply to many messages. He was too busy on set with lots of lines and scenes, and he rarely even had time to think about his own affairs. He put in just as much effort as Fang Nong, but outsiders thought that he was just lucky.
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Qiao Yin sent her a message a few days ago: "This internet celebrity is called Ning Yuchun. She has almost a million followers. She used to be Zuo Ran's classmate. I think he came here for a while. I really don't understand. She doesn't lack money at all. Why is she still working as an escort?"
"It's about accompanying men on trips, both domestically and internationally, for a week or a month. It's incredibly lucrative, starting at tens of thousands of yuan, more than what minor celebrities earn."
"Beauty can certainly be monetized to some extent; if it can't, then you're not pretty enough..."
She actually has a lot to say about this. With a face like that, it's impossible not to feel the difference. The most obvious difference is that guys get nervous and feel awkward when they talk to her.
Chen Jiabai is the best example. They haven't even slept together yet, but he's willing to give away six-figure gifts. Indeed, as they say, if you miss out on someone like him, you'll almost never meet another one.
Reply: [Are you going to become an internet celebrity too?]
Qiao Yin has played several supporting roles and worked in the industry for a few years, but without any success. There are many people like this, and most of them end up leaving the industry or changing careers. The unspoken rules are made to sound so easy. If it were that easy, then escorts wouldn't need to entertain clients; they could just enter the entertainment industry directly.
Qiao Yin: [You're still awake?]
[I don't know. I'm not willing to retire so early. The main problem is that it costs money to build relationships. My last role cost me tens of thousands of yuan. So far, I've spent much more than my salary.]
I can't sleep.
After chatting with Shen Yueze for a few minutes, my mind became increasingly clear, and I started daydreaming about what his next girlfriend would be like and how long the relationship would last.
Qiao Yin kindly sent a voice message, "After you break up with Shen Yueze, if you still want to find a rich man, just tell me and I'll introduce you to someone. A lot of men want to date someone as tall and beautiful as you, but they're definitely not as handsome as Shen Yueze. There are so few handsome men to begin with. Sigh, just be generous, right?"
Wen Yining chuckled. Cheng Yuzhou had said something similar; they were all very keen to introduce her to new sugar daddies.
I can't help but wonder how many people would introduce girls to Shen Yueze?
He's also set up connections for others, hasn't he? Xia Wei, it seems like he's the one who organized the gathering?
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"Aren't you cold?"
Shen Yueze had a towel draped around his neck, wiping himself absentmindedly as he led the person inside and closed the balcony door.
Once in the bedroom, Wen Yining turned off her bedside lamp, looking exhausted. She didn't even feel like chatting anymore and just hoped he could go to sleep early.
Wrapped in a thin blanket, she turned her back to him, close to the edge of the bed. In the darkness, she could hear each other's heartbeats. He must have been sleepy too, and considering how many times they had done it yesterday, she didn't feel like she was doing anything else.
Wen Yining breathed a sigh of relief, changed to a lazy sleeping position, no longer in a defensive state, pulled her arm out from under the covers and placed it outside, lying on her side with a gap between her and him. After a while, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back. She waited for a while, but didn't take any further steps.
His head was buried in her neck and shoulder, his breath hot. She struggled slightly, wanting to push him away, but then thought she should wait a little longer.
After lying there for more than an hour, his breathing had long since become even. Wen Yining confirmed again that he was sound asleep and called him softly, but there was no response.
He then carefully got up, went barefoot, found one of his clean T-shirts and shorts, which were wide at the waist and prone to slipping down, so he had to tie a drawstring on them.
Afraid of waking him, I didn't turn on the lights, tried to walk as quietly as possible, and carried my bag, phone, and car keys from the living room. I hesitated for a moment at the door before gently closing it.
The moon was much clearer in the mountains than in the city; even without the lights on in the courtyard, the route was still visible.
The Land Rover was parked not far away. She got into the driver's seat and started checking the fuel level. He had lied to her after all…
No need for refueling at all; it can easily drive several hundred more kilometers.
There are three routes out, but the navigation is inaccurate.
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It was quite quiet and cool at this time, with a light drizzle falling. Wen Yining closed all the car windows, turned on the air conditioning, played a soothing love song, and spent a long time studying the car navigation system...
I don't know which way to go. When I got here the night before last, it was already past midnight, and I had been asleep the whole way, so I have no idea which way I came in.
I can only go by gut feeling.
I learned to drive during my first summer break in college. I've driven on and off a few times since then, but my skills are just average. I've never driven on the highway, and right now I have no other choice as I can't get a taxi.
This is a guesthouse area, and each villa is a 20-minute walk away. Choosing the first route was wrong; we drove into someone else's place. We had to reverse out and return the way we came.
The car was parked on the side of the road. I re-entered the destination and started planning a route for her to the film set's address. It showed that it would take more than three hours.
Wen Yining pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it.
The seat wasn't comfortable either; his legs were long, longer than most people's, and he only got used to it after adjusting it.
Turn the love song up loud, so you don't get sleepy on the way.
The phone had just been plugged in when a notification sound rang. She assumed it was Shi Yuheng or her older brother, but in the quiet environment, it was particularly jarring and impossible to ignore.
Shen Yueze: [Where did you go?]
She paused, dimmed her phone screen, and wondered why he was awake at this hour. Logically, he should have been asleep until morning at the earliest to realize he was missing, by which time she would have already arrived at the film set.
Still a little worried, I sent a perfunctory message: "I'm going out to buy something, you go to sleep first."
Shen Yueze: [What are you buying so late?]
The video call immediately rang, and two calls came in in a row. Wen Yining immediately muted it, not wanting to answer. She tossed it onto the passenger seat, looked up, and focused on the road ahead.
I almost screamed in fright when I looked up—
At three o'clock in the morning, on a deserted one-way road filled with forests and bamboo groves, surrounded by darkness, within the range of the car headlights, Shen Yueze, who should have been fast asleep in bed, appeared, standing directly in front of the Land Rover, blocking the way.
If he were to change his clothes now, she would think she had encountered a ghost.
Wearing a white T-shirt and gray casual pants, his phone screen still showing the call he made to her, one hand in his pocket, he looked relaxed and languid, with a hint of sleepiness. He slowly walked from the front of the car toward the driver's seat, staring at her with a cold and emotionless expression.
The tone was commanding: "Open the door and get down."
"..."
After being startled, she panicked and her nerves were on edge. When she heard his voice, she suddenly had a feeling that she was even more unlucky than encountering a ghost. However, he was much more difficult to deal with than a ghost.
My mind went completely blank. I was at a loss for what to do for a few seconds. My hand moved down from the steering wheel and touched the door lock switch. I subconsciously wanted to lock him out, but I was a step too late. Just as I touched it, he suddenly pulled the car door open, bringing a gust of cold wind and letting in the drizzle. The cold immediately sobered me up.
Half of her weight was on the door, and she almost fell off. "Ah!"
He supported her, then grabbed her collar with one hand and pulled her down.
He spoke coldly, "What are you going to buy in the middle of the night?"
She was like a weightless little animal in his hands. Her collar was grabbed, and her hands gripped his arm tightly. The moment she got off the car, she lost her balance and could only hold onto his body.
Suppressing her guilt, she stammered, "Shen Yueze, are you out of your mind? You just sent me a message and then you appeared in front of the car. I thought I'd encountered a ghost."
"Are you trying to make me lose my temper? I told you I'd take you home tomorrow morning, but you wouldn't listen. Is it just a matter of a little longer?"
"Sneaking out in the middle of the night while I'm asleep, you do look like you're busy having an affair."
"You threw my phone on the highway, I can't make calls. Since I came back, I haven't sent a single message to any other guy. How can I be cheating? Let go of me and get out!"
Wen Yining's attitude was terrible; she even kicked him. He grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, leaving him completely immobile. The fabric was chafing his neck, causing pain, and his heart was pounding so hard it made his chest numb.
He stared at her. "I told you, I'll treat you the same way you treat me. Don't go back to film that Category III movie, or you'll end up cheating on me again. Just stay here."
"Can you stop talking nonsense? I don't even need to explain who told you I had an improper relationship with Shi Yuheng. You can think of it this way: the solution is simple, I'll return your money and your bag—"
“I admit, you’re very generous to me, but you’re not the only one who wants to sleep with me. Others have better tempers and fewer problems than you. I was only instigated by you in the first place, otherwise I would never have gone to your bed.”
She couldn't tell if she was provoked by what he said during their late-night snack: something about changing partners every few years... changing partners when you get tired of them... and continuing to play around with college students like her...
These words kept churning in her mind, she couldn't process them, and she couldn't find a way out.
She reached for the chain bag on the passenger seat, pulled it out, and threw it forcefully to the ground. The cushion lip gloss, keys, and other odds and ends scattered all over the floor, making a crisp sound.
Shen Yueze was angered by her attitude of keeping things separate. He didn't tolerate her at all and didn't say a kind word. His face was gloomy and his tone was mocking: "Go find someone outside. I want to see where you can find someone who can make you wear a green hat every day, and who will continue to be a sucker and throw money and resources at you without holding a grudge. If you can find one, I'll admit defeat."
"Then let go of me!"
Her eyes stung, a heavy, choked emotion welling up inside her, tears welling in her eyes. Her voice trembled with sobs as she said, "I never intended to have anything to do with you from the beginning. You're the one who broke us up and even found Chen Jiabai a girlfriend..."
"Go find him now, do you think he'll still want you?"
He kicked open the back door of the car and threw the person inside without any mercy.
The void in her heart could not be filled by anyone. The more he invested in her, the emptier and more lost she felt.
He was biting the skin on my neck.
The light rain turned into a downpour, pounding on the car roof, the sounds of shouts mingling with the sound of rain.
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A note from the author:
30 red envelopes!
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The analysis that follows is shorter, but remember that the personality analysis at the beginning is related to the development of the character later on!
Shen Yueze is a Celestial Dragon, right? I didn't want to define him directly at first, but as I wrote, I realized he looked more and more like one. [I'm totally convinced.]
He didn't have much compassion or pity.
It wasn't just disrespectful to Ning; it was disrespectful to everyone, regardless of whether they were of higher or lower status than him.
He tends to be indifferent and apathetic; nothing can make him angry, nor is he particularly happy.
Therefore, they seek thrills and have engaged in extreme sports in the past.
Sex is one of them.
Up to this point, from my perspective as the author, I only think he likes it, but I've seen more than one reader say he loves it without realizing it.
I don't think it's love.
That's the advantage of writing about truly awful people, haha, readers will find the details themselves [milk tea][milk tea]
He never made any promises. He knew Chen Jiabai and Ning might get married, but he still wanted to play the game.
Like I said, if he respected Ning, he wouldn't have broken them up. His indifference is just a trait; he'd just use her and then pay her off. (A truly good guy would never do that [facepalm][facepalm])
He said he'd play around for a few years and then switch... He really meant it, but he wouldn't mistreat his girlfriend; he just never made any commitments to long-term relationships.
I feel like the readers are mentally prepared by now, and it seems like no one expects him to be perfect or anything like that [laughing and crying emoji]
He can't change it anyway; that's just his innate personality.
Finally, let me say that Shih Yu-heng's films are very common in the entertainment industry. Ning's choice wasn't wrong, but most men definitely wouldn't accept their partner making such films.
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