Chapter 83 Threat
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After the soil was soaked by rainwater, the road became uneven, muddy, and damp. It was soft and sticky when you stepped on it, and your shoes were covered in it.
Afraid of falling, Wen Yining had to divert some of her attention from her depressed mood and stare intently at the path beneath his feet. Her arms unconsciously tightened around his neck, and she pressed her entire body against his back.
Ignoring what he had just said about arousing a reaction, she pressed herself against him tightly, through two thin layers of fabric, without wearing underwear, completely naked.
Whenever they reached a steep section of the road, she would instinctively clamp her legs around him.
After about twenty minutes of silence, Wen Yining looked at his profile and asked, "Are you tired?"
She weighs around 100 pounds, which is considered thin for her height.
"If I say I'm tired, will you get off and walk around?"
I lifted it up a bit.
She was a little sleepy and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I won't get down."
He showers every day, or if he does, twice a day, and his body smells fresh and pleasant.
Every time we meet, he wears a different outfit and shoes, as if they're brand new. This windbreaker has a hint of perfume, which, combined with the scent of his shower gel after a shower, makes it an aroma I never tire of.
Wen Yining is somewhat sensitive to smells, including perfumes, and clearly remembers the brands he has used.
As dusk fell, the twilight was both magnificent and fleeting.
These fleeting moments make one want to grasp them inexplicably, a faint sadness pervades the heart, a feeling that he must be tired, yet also a hope that this road has no end.
In the desolate wilderness, the feeling of loneliness and isolation is intense, leaving a sense of emptiness in the heart.
It took him about half an hour to reach the villa.
He put the person he was carrying on the sofa and asked, "What are we having for dinner?"
Wen Yining was almost asleep on his back. She pulled over a blanket, laid out the pillow, and lay down. "I'll take a nap first, and we'll talk about it tonight."
I closed my eyes wearily, turned over, and curled up.
"Um."
The air conditioning was still on in the living room. He wasn't hungry and wasn't in a hurry to eat. He sat down next to her and casually tidied up the thin blanket for her. Half of her white leg was exposed, and the bruises above her knees were still quite noticeable.
She pulled out the phone she hadn't thrown into the pool and sent a message to the guesthouse owner: "Bring some medicine to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis."
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Wen Yining slept until 9 o'clock.
A small lamp was on in the living room, making it dimly lit, and she thought it was already past midnight.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting at the other end of the sofa, his laptop resting on his lap. He was typing on his phone with one hand. The screen was quite dim, but his features were clear and sharp. He was wearing a plain short-sleeved shirt, his hair was slightly messy, and he looked relaxed and casual, yet still incredibly handsome.
He really fits her aesthetic perfectly, both in terms of his face and physique. He's not too thin, nor too muscular; he has muscles, a slender build, and the youthful charm that's appropriate for his age, while also exuding a sense of power.
She asked, puzzled, with a nasal tone, "Why didn't you call me?"
"Nothing's wrong."
Wen Yining stretched and yawned, her legs reaching out to touch him.
"What time is it now?"
There's no cell phone; there's a clock in the living room, but it's hard to read.
"Not yet ten o'clock."
She sat up, tossed her long hair, her voice a little hoarse, picked up his cup from the table, and took a few sips of water. Lately, they'd been sharing many things.
“If you don’t let me contact them and won’t let me go back, they might call the police. If they can’t reach me for a long time, they’ll think something happened to me. Your cousin is always worried about my safety and thinks you’re very rough in bed.”
"He's worried I'll kill you in the wild."
“My brother was also a little worried about me. He didn’t agree to me going to film that movie in the first place, thinking I was being deceived, and that his job often involves dealing with girls who, in his eyes, have gone astray.”
She touched her face, ate a few bites of the sliced watermelon. It was a little cool, but quite sweet, and she remembered something from the past.
He continued, "A girl who wanted to have surgery with him saw me and wanted to add me on WeChat. She thought I was good-looking and wanted me to go to a nightclub with her. She said that with my face and height, I could make a lot of money, probably getting a commission for referring people, just like a medical tout."
"When he found out, he was furious and stopped performing surgery on people after that."
Shen Yueze put his computer aside and was halfway through editing a message on his phone when Cheng Yuzhou called. The phone rang once and he hung up.
He calmly looked up at her and continued the conversation, "How is your older brother's private life?"
Without hesitation, she said, "He's much better than my second brother. All the relationships he had were serious, with marriage in mind. This one, we've been together for seven years."
He does this job purely to make money, and it's a private business.
But deep down he is conservative, and his private life is not as chaotic as others.
There are always people online saying that doctors do fancy things, but she doesn't really like that stereotype.
However, it's true that doctors have a sense of superiority. They've thoroughly studied the human body, and even the most powerful people have to rely on them to save them. In their eyes, it's just a bunch of organs.
The plastic surgery department is slightly better, since it's not for saving lives, unlike the kind of department that saves people every day.
He looked back at the screen and typed casually, reminding her in a serious tone, "Nightclubs are too chaotic, you can easily get sick there, and you shouldn't go even if you're short on money."
"I've never been there."
She knew he was quite particular about these things; he didn't date people with messy private lives and only dated respectable girlfriends.
I heard that Shi Yingmeng scored over 600 points on the college entrance exam and got into a top university. There's also Li Xiayi, although she doesn't like her very much, her grades are also quite good. They went to the same high school and got into a top 985 university.
Thinking about it carefully, most of the people around him are outstanding men and women. He dates a lot and changes partners frequently, but he doesn't date escorts or young models.
And what he said before was true; it is indeed easy to get sick.
Even rich people are afraid of getting sick, and they don't have any special abilities. These random sexually transmitted diseases also have incubation periods.
As far as she knew, he had never had a one-night stand, and everyone around him knew him inside and out.
“My brother doesn’t want me to act; he wants me to go to work. He’s looking for a job for me, like a medical aesthetics agent or something, but it definitely won’t pay as much as acting. I don’t find the kind of life where you can see the end from the beginning to the end interesting.”
"If you were to be with Chen Jiabai, this would most likely be the outcome as well."
Wen Yining sat on the carpet, paused in her scooping of watermelon, looked up to observe his expression, and whispered, "I know."
Either you have to have children and become a full-time housewife, and if your children are outstanding, your position is mostly secure; or you can get any job within the system.
These families usually have a son, or one son and one daughter.
If you only have a daughter, then you can only support your son-in-law. How can you be willing and at ease giving all your resources and connections to an outsider?
If you have a son, you'll pave the way for him first.
Being the wife of an only son is a good thing, but similarly, the woman who marries into the family must also give birth to a son.
For someone like Shen Yueze who has an older brother, it doesn't matter. Wen Yining feels that if he continues to live a carefree life, his family won't care much, but they might intervene to restrict his freedom in a few years.
However, given his carefree, unrestrained, and stubborn personality, there's probably no hope for him.
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He went to the restaurant to look at the ingredients and asked her what she wanted to eat.
Wen Yining thought the food was bland and didn't have much of an appetite. She was looking for a movie and replied absentmindedly while lying on the sofa, "I want to eat the noodles you made."
"Remove the '的' and I'll give it to you."
He looked indifferent as he opened the noodle package and casually picked out tomatoes, greens, and eggs.
"..."
Wen Yining was used to him making crude jokes in bed. In that state of infatuation, no matter what he said or she said, it didn't feel out of place.
I enjoyed it very much, and it suited me perfectly.
I know what to say to arouse the other person's desire, especially her, the desire buried deep in her heart.
Wen Yining is looking for the movie that President Peng told her about. She's heard of it before, but hasn't seen it yet.
It was a bit cold. He always had the habit of setting the air conditioner very low. When she pulled up the blanket, she noticed that there was red antiseptic applied to the bruises on her knees. She touched it and found that it had already dried.
He bought the medicine, but he doesn't know when he applied it, while she was asleep.
I have a bruise on my right knee from the day before yesterday in the bathroom when I was kneeling on the floor. It doesn't actually hurt, but it looks obvious and hasn't faded much in several days.
There was a freshly opened bottle of mercurochrome on the table. She applied it again, hoping to recover faster. Otherwise, she'd have to wear a short skirt again when she got back to the film set.
The water in the pot had just boiled when his cell phone in the living room started ringing.
The range hood and water were running in the kitchen, so they were probably washing ingredients.
Hearing such busy sounds, you can tell how complicated the cooking process is.
She learned to cook specifically for him, but she only made it a few times. It didn't taste as good as what he made. There was nothing she could do; he was even more picky about food than she was, so he could only eat what he made himself.
Wen Yining glanced at the contact name on his phone, wondering who had called.
Chen Jiabai.
Why did you call him?
He paused, realizing it wouldn't work, and called out to him, "Shen Yueze, someone's calling you."
He strolled out of the kitchen slowly. "You answer it."
"How am I supposed to answer? He'll just know we're together."
He said nonchalantly, "We'll find out sooner or later."
Wen Yining grabbed his phone and stood up, her mood quite agitated. She seized the opportunity to make a condition, "You take me back tomorrow."
"I can take you back, but you can forget about filming that movie."
Her chest heaved as she turned her head to look at the projector screen. Her gaze returned to him, still bearing the same expression. She tried to calm herself down, knowing it wasn't the right thing to do to confront him, but she couldn't contain herself. "I thought you'd be normal after you calmed down. Why are you still like this?"
He gave her a cool look, picked up a cigarette case from the coffee table, lit one, and said, "When have I ever said anything in anger?"
The phone was still with her. After a short while, it rang again, this time from Chen Jiabai. Her heart pounded with the ringing. She deliberately said, "Then I'll have Chen Jiabai come pick me up. If he doesn't come, your cousin will do. Besides, I've been gone for so long, people who don't know the situation will call the police."
"Only Cheng Yuzhou knows about you bringing me here that night, and he won't tell anyone else. Oh, and he's away on a business trip. Shi Yuheng and the crew have been looking for me like crazy. Aren't you afraid they'll call the police?"
If someone goes missing for three days and no one takes it seriously, then if something really happens, they're probably dead.
He sat down, looking at her calmly, a cigarette between his fingers, his tone mocking: "Perfect, Chen Jiabai's dad is the director of the Public Security Bureau. Let him stand up for you? Saying I raped you and you didn't consent? Then when Chen Jiabai comes, remember to tell him how I made you moan like a slut."
“…”
Wen Yining originally thought that he would stop caring once he was in a better mood, just like before, where they would argue but not do anything else.
He probably can't stop the filming of that movie from continuing. The producer has some connections in the Hong Kong entertainment circle, and there are more than one investor, all of whom are quite influential.
There are just too many Chinese people; there's no shortage of big shots everywhere. Those who win always win by a narrow margin.
No one can stop a movie production with a single sentence, and no one can easily make a star famous.
Shen Yueze grew impatient and directly pressed the call button for her. Her heart suddenly raced, and she pushed him away forcefully. He then pulled her onto the sofa.
The person on the other end sounded impatient. "Shen Yueze? Shen Yueze? Is Wen Yining with you?"
He glanced up at her, firmly holding her left hand down. She tried to pull it away, her thoughts a jumbled mess, afraid he would say something more, yet also afraid he would hang up the phone.
Shen Yueze raised an eyebrow at the screen, as if to say, "Oh, why aren't you complaining anymore?"
"I'm hanging up if you don't tell me."
In a moment of panic, Wen Yining blurted out, "Chen Jiabai, I'm here..."
"Where did you guys go?? We can't get through to your phone for days, we thought something had happened to you... Shi Yuheng is saying... Shen Yueze raped you, is that really true or not??"
Shi Yuheng knew their relationship perfectly well... but he said it on purpose...
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A note from the author:
30 red envelopes~
One very important point is that they are incredibly compatible in that area. She's naturally drawn to bad boys and dislikes honest men. Chen Jiabai is boring; Shen Yueze is much more alluring.
(I replied to a lot of things in the comments section of the previous chapter)
Moreover, she's quite good at C (but I can't write that here, everyone knows).
Therefore, he felt she was very seductive, and he was uneasy and distrustful of her.
In truth, she was only at her most vibrant in front of him.
Chen Jiabai has never even seen her angry side [laughing and crying while covering face]
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