Chapter 2
The kick was so powerful and sudden that Wen Zhenni didn't react and stood there in a daze.
Lin Nuo called the police. The man, clutching his stomach and cursing, was clearly panicking. He shouted in a bluffing voice, "How dare you! Do you know who I am? How dare you arrest me? Believe it or not, I will make sure you don't survive in Tianhai. Mmmmm--"
Too lazy to listen to his nonsense, Lin Nuo covered his mouth, called two security guards, and took the man away.
The drunk woman hid behind Wen Zhenni, her face covered in tears. She then asked a waitress to take her to the lounge and wait to take her statement.
"Why are you silent? You were quite brave just now."
Ciheng buttoned his shirt and looked at the woman calmly, who had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Frightened silly?"
Before he could finish his words, a figure pounced on him, hitting his chest and causing it to shake. He was forced to swallow back the rest of his words.
Ciheng was caught off guard and staggered two steps. He frowned and caught the person, holding down the head that was sticking out of his arms with one hand.
"Surprise, surprise, surprise!"
Wen Zhenni raised her face, her eyes behind the sunglasses filled with smiles.
Instead of realizing his mistake, he acted as if he was asking for praise.
"Yeah, it's a surprise indeed."
The first time I saw him after coming back, I gave him such a big gift.
Ciheng was really angry. She took the high heels that Secretary Lin picked up, held Wen Zhenni's ankles, and helped her put on the shoes.
"Wen Zhenni, it turns out you dare to mess with anyone except me."
The warmth from my fingertips burned across my cold ankles, and the scene before me suddenly felt real. This man who had lived in a foreign country was really back.
"No." Wen Zhenni argued softly, but finally gave in, hugged Ciheng's neck, and called out a name that was somewhat unfamiliar to both of them.
"husband."
Ciheng's heart softened, but his words remained firm. He held down her swaying body and said, "Calling me husband is useless."
The perfume on her body smelled sweet, and his Adam's apple rolled, "If I don't come, how are you going to end it?"
Wen Zhenni realized belatedly that she had acted rashly, but the incident happened so suddenly that she couldn't just stand by and watch.
"I know to notify security. I'm not stupid. Besides, this is Feng Zhen's property. He wouldn't dare do anything to me."
Fearing that he would keep bringing up the issue, Wen Zhenni quickly changed the subject, "Why didn't you tell me you were returning to China?"
"It will be hard for you not to see me in the future."
He had promised his grandmother that he would return home as soon as his three-year term was over.
Ciheng was strangled by her and couldn't breathe, so she unbuttoned her collar.
Wen Zhenni shook his hand, but Ciheng took her hand away and whispered, "You are a female star, be careful of the impact."
"It was just a hug, that's all."
Wen Zhenni didn't care, instead she hugged him tighter, "Husband, husband, do you think I've grown taller?"
Ciheng replied venomously, "You may have grown taller, but you still need to improve your brain."
Wen Zhenni was unwilling to accept it, "Isn't that even more beautiful?"
Ci Heng chuckled softly, lowering his eyes to look at her, like a newly grown bean sprout. "After three years of training, you've become like this. Your company has changed your character. This year, it's the White Bone Demon route. If not, I suggest you report a work injury."
Wen Zhenni: "..."
I told you not to be so vicious.
Although he never said a good word, Wen Zhenni was a flower watered with love in a greenhouse. Even if she was in a gloomy mood, she could still smile sweeter than a sunflower. "But you are more handsome than last time."
Ci Heng refused to budge, "Haven't you seen it during the video?"
"That's different."
"Don't stagger, stand still."
Ci Heng held the person's shoulders and straightened her up, and adjusted the mask on her face that was about to fall off. "Why did you come out alone? Where is your bodyguard assistant?"
People who come here are either rich or noble, and their privacy is relatively high, but her highly recognizable face is still easily exposed.
Wen Zhenni noticed his worry and smiled, "I came here secretly, no one saw me."
As she walked to the elevator with Ciheng's arm in arm, she heard hurried footsteps behind her, followed by a woman's voice.
"Ah Heng."
Wen Zhenni was very curious and wanted to see the other person's appearance clearly, but Ciheng grabbed her arm and dragged her into the elevator.
Wen Zhenni: "I heard someone calling you."
"Don't pay any attention to irrelevant people."
The number key is pressed and the elevator closes.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Wen Zhenni held her stomach and nodded slightly, "A little."
The concert lasted for three hours and was extremely exhausting. I originally wanted to replenish my energy, but I ended up having a dinner with the investors. I didn't get to eat, but ended up drinking a lot of alcohol.
It would be fine if I didn't say it, as the moment I said it, the hunger came up.
Ciheng took out his cell phone, called home, and asked them to prepare dinner.
"But I haven't given Feng Zhen my gift yet."
Wen Zhenni showed him the bag in her hand and said, "Why don't you wait for me in the car and I'll go upstairs again."
"trouble."
Ci Heng frowned, snatched the gift bag, and after exiting the elevator, he threw it directly to the receptionist, "Give it to your Mr. Feng."
Perhaps because most of Wen Zhenni's face was covered, her fashionable and eye-catching appearance was still eye-catching, and the receptionist looked at her cautiously several times.
Ciheng noticed something and quietly held the person in his arms.
After coming out of the Jinhuang Night Banquet and getting in the car, Wen Zhenni couldn't wait to take off her sunglasses and mask, and stretched out her hands to Ciheng, "Where's my gift?"
Lin Nuo, who sat in the passenger seat, immediately handed a rose gold box to the back seat.
Ciheng opened it for her and it was a sea pearl necklace.
Looking at it against the light, the pearls have a warm luster, with a hint of rose red in the white.
The quality is visible to the naked eye.
"So beautiful, I like it very much, thank you, husband."
Wen Zhenni put away the gift and asked, "Are you going back to Zijin Bay tonight?"
"Um."
Ciheng thought for a moment and then said, "Have someone clean up the house on Xiangshan Road. When it's inconvenient for you to film, you can stay there to save yourself the hassle of traveling back and forth."
Only their relatives and friends knew about their marriage, and it was not made public to the outside world. It was a secret marriage. Moreover, they separated in different places shortly after the marriage, so only Wen Zhenni would occasionally stay at the Zijin Bay Villa.
That is the famous wealthy area of Tianhai City. There are only twenty manor-style independent villas in the huge villa area. It covers a vast area and has the largest forest park and ecological lake.
In the thick night, a Rolls-Royce sped past on the tree-shaded road.
Half an hour later, the car drove in and saw a green lawn surrounded by trees, on which stood a French Fontainebleau-style villa.
It is a grand palace-style building with a classical-style fountain in front of the courtyard and a sturdy catalpa tree planted not far away.
It is spring now, and the flowers have not yet bloomed. The branches and leaves are lush and green, which is a beautiful scenery.
Wen Zhenni liked the elm tree, so she pulled Ciheng and asked him to take a picture of her.
"Honey, let's take a picture."
The night was very cold in spring, so she wrapped herself in a beige cashmere coat.
She has a tall figure, well-proportioned limbs, and the muscles in her legs under the skirt are tight and well-shaped, making her look very powerful.
Because she is healthy, energetic, and looks very healthy, her fans describe her as a happy puppy. Whenever they see her, they will be unconsciously infected by her happiness and vitality.
It's true that he has a good personality, but he can also be quite troublesome.
Ciheng looked impatient, but still turned on the camera and patiently took a picture of her.
Finally, Wen Zhenni called Lin Nuo over to take a photo of the couple.
The two people's photography skills are comparable and equally ordinary. Wen Zhenni picked and chose before she could barely pick out two photos.
"Are you satisfied?"
Seeing her bare legs, just for taking those pictures, Ciheng frowned and said, "If you are satisfied, come inside and eat."
Wen Zhenni responded, lowered her head to edit the picture, and followed behind him.
The maid took their bags and coats and pulled out the dining chairs on both sides.
When Wen Zhenni saw that it was porridge and pumpkin pie, her mouth curled up, "It's porridge."
Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Whatever Madam wants to eat, I'll make it tomorrow."
During the past few months of going out, Wen Zhenni had been strictly on a diet and had been craving for food. "I want braised shark's fin and crispy chicken."
"Okay." Aunt Liu agreed with a smile.
Wen Zhenni has no dietary restrictions and prefers strong flavors. She eats when she is under great pressure at work and when she is relaxing. Anyway, there is always a different reason to eat food.
Ci Heng said to Lin Nuo, "Send the chef over tomorrow. As long as she doesn't mind, I'll cook different dishes for her so it doesn't look like she's not getting any food."
After saying that, he glanced at the golden clock and said, "Don't think about it tonight. Eat and go to bed."
"oh."
As soon as he gets home, he starts to meddle in everything, even more so than her father.
Wen Zhenni let out a howl and gnawed the pumpkin pie in anger.
I opened Weibo while eating.
The concert had several high-ranking trending searches, all of which were manually searched.
She brushed her teeth out of boredom for a while, finished her porridge, sat for a while, and then went upstairs to take a shower.
I haven't been back here for a long time. After taking a shower, I habitually inspected her treasure room, looked at her collection of treasures, and then went to the dressing room for skin care.
The sea pearls given by Ciheng were placed on the dressing table. She tried them on and found that this man had a very good aesthetic sense in jewelry.
I found a good angle to take photos, selected a few concert photos sent by the studio, put them together in a nine-square grid and posted a Weibo.
When the tranquility of the study was broken by the sudden sound of a Weibo notification, Ciheng was sitting in front of the computer screen, processing the finishing work of the overseas branch.
Taking a break from the tedious work, my eyes fell on the lit screen, and a fresh Weibo notification was lying in the notification bar.
He clicked on the message, and as the page unfolded, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The blogger's avatar is a cartoon puppy with a grin on its face, having fun. This avatar has never changed since the day she changed it.
Fans always call her "Happy Puppy," and their love for her inspired this adorable cartoon character. She immediately fell in love with it and asked the artist for permission, cherishing it as her own avatar.
The text on Weibo is just ordinary chatter, with a nine-square grid underneath, recording performances and daily fragments, as well as a selfie of herself wearing a necklace and smiling at the camera with curved eyebrows.
Ciheng clicked on each picture, and when she browsed to the last one, there was a gentle knock on the study door.
"Honey, can I come in?"
With a little careful and gentle temptation.
He looked up and saw Wen Zhenni blinking hard through the crack of the open door.
He put his phone on the table and said, "Come in."
After getting permission, Wen Zhenni pushed open the door and trotted in. Without waiting for his reaction, she sat on his lap, took off her serious and obstructive glasses, held his face, and gave him several loud kisses in a row, "Thank you for the gift, husband."
There were several wet saliva marks on his handsome face. He frowned almost imperceptibly, and his reserved composure disappeared under his wife's passionate offensive.
Ciheng's expression was particularly helpless. "Your thank you gift seems sloppy."
"Is that so? Then how about this..."
Wen Zhenni was not a shy person. She tightened her arms around his neck, leaned forward, and took the initiative to press her lips against those soft lips.
Ciheng's eyes suddenly turned darker. Without any hesitation, he held her back with one hand, held her jaw, and cooperated with her movements.
The tip of the tongue pries open the teeth, bringing back the long-lost emotion.
His kiss was no longer a superficial response, but was almost predatory and forceful, with a scorching heat.
After being apart for so long, our bodies were surprisingly in sync, and they were completely in sync with each other at the slightest provocation.
The easily aroused emotions washed away her rationality, and Wen Zhenni turned into a pool of gentle spring water under his skillful attack.
She fell limp in his arms, her breathing disordered, her cheeks flushed, like a flower wet by a sudden rain, and could only rely on him for oxygen.
Ciheng moved back half an inch, and ran her fingertips over the peak of his lips that were sparkling with water from his kisses.
Wen Zhenni tilted her head, her hazy eyes catching a glimpse of the lit computer screen on the table. She was filled with surprise, "Still working so late?"
"Yeah, jet lag."
Ci Heng lifted a strand of hair that fell on the side of her neck, made sure it was blown dry, and returned to his usual calm and composed tone, "We still have a video conference, you should go to bed first."
What does it mean? You tease people so much that they feel uncomfortable, and then you just ignore them.
"I don't want it." Wen Zhenni tightened her arm around his shoulders, shaking it with a hint of anger. "Every time you come back to Beijing, I'm performing in other places. We only see each other twice a year."
The fire that was easily ignited was running rampant in her body. If she didn't vent it, she would suffocate to death.
"Husband..." She pinched her throat and deliberately lengthened the tone.
The voice was like a hook, numb and tingling, drilling straight into people's hearts.
Ci Heng's eyes were as dark as indissoluble ink. The hands on her waist kneaded her sensitive soft flesh gently, "Want it?"
Wen Zhenni nodded expectantly, "Is that okay?"
"Now is not the time to mess with me."
He gestured to the computer, where the notification bar kept flashing.
"Okay." The light in Wen Zhenni's eyes dimmed a little in an instant, and her lips puffed out deflatedly like a punctured balloon.
Although she felt a little disappointed, she always had a good attitude. She adjusted her posture and, like a little animal seeking comfort, gently rested her slightly hot face on the top of his head. "I'm not sleepy yet. I'll just sit here quietly with you for a while. Is that okay? I promise I won't disturb your meeting."
"Are you sure?" Ciheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wen Zhenni nodded vigorously, trying to make her expression look convincing. "My vacation starts tomorrow, so I can sleep in."
She spoke sweetly, but her hands were never idle. She quietly reached into his slightly open collar and drew circles on his chest, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.
Ciheng grabbed her wrist and ruthlessly pulled the restless little hand out of her collar. Just then, a phone call came in, and he patted her leg, motioning her to go down.
Wen Zhenni knew her limits and didn't want to disturb his next work. She immediately stopped playing around and slid down his legs.
There was a large leather sofa in the room, and she lay down on it with her tablet computer.
Orange shared several links, all of which were high-definition live shots posted by fans on the super topic.
The camera follows the energetic figure. Every movement of hers is full of power. Her lively and sweet face becomes more eye-catching under the strong light, as if she is a natural stage master.
Five years after her debut, including the three years when she devoted herself to her career, she has not achieved nothing. At least she has reached her current position based on her own strength.
Wen Zhenni was so engrossed in watching that the corners of her lips unconsciously curved up in satisfaction. Her fingertips slid across the screen, and when she was about to click on the next live video, a low and clear "Hmm?" came from the direction of the desk.
She propped up her cheeks and subconsciously looked up in the direction of the sound.
The man in the meeting had put on his silver-rimmed glasses again and was sitting relaxedly behind his desk. He had changed into a loose home jacket with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his Adam's apple and collarbone.
She stared at him for a few seconds, and when she saw that he didn't notice, she fixed her eyes on his face brazenly.
Ciheng looks like his mother, Ms. Zhuang Minghua, with a typical dark complexion. When he was a child, the elders praised him for his success and picked out the advantages of his parents. His facial features are like his mother's and his temperament is like his father's, especially his eyes, which are deep and beautiful. Everyone who sees them will say that he is beautiful.
But it is just too indifferent, especially when staring at people, there is an invisible oppression, which makes people seem too distant and unfriendly.
But good-looking people never lack suitors.
Since junior high school, Ciheng has been out in public, and she receives countless love letters and gifts from girls every day.
The daughters of wealthy families were even more generous, spending valuable things as if they were free.
The only exception is my best friend Xi Miao.
Xi Miao said that this man was a flower on the mountaintop when he was silent, but was like someone covered in arsenic when he spoke. Only Wen Zhenni could tolerate his young master's behavior.
Wen Zhenni didn't refute.
Because in her opinion, Ciheng is a person of measure, even if he is a little sharp-tongued, it is harmless. Besides, sharp-tongued people are cute, right?
Not to mention when she is serious about her career, her whole body exudes charm.
The live video played in a loop in the earphones, but Wen Zhenni's thoughts slowly drifted away, and the only thing in front of her was Ciheng's pleasing face.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next day.
Wen Zhenni was awakened by the ringing of the phone. When she found herself in the familiar big bed, her mind was a little dazed.
She fumbled for the phone and pressed the answer button.
Across the screen, Orange's voice almost pierced the eardrums, "Sister, if you don't answer the phone, I'm going to hang myself."
Wen Zhenni covered her ears.
Not understanding, I changed my direction and continued to lie down. "What's wrong?"
The person on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and said, "Something big has happened. Sister Haoran asked you to go back to the company."
Wen Zhenni rubbed her messy hair and glanced at the time, "!"
I actually slept until one in the afternoon.
Wen Zhenni was completely awake this time. She hung up the phone and quickly got up to wash up.
After finishing her makeup, she hurried downstairs and was grabbed by Ciheng who just came out of the study.
"Why are you running so fast?"
Wen Zhenni didn't stop her foot and bumped into his chest.
"Good morning, husband."
Wen Zhenni hugged his arm and saw that he looked exhausted and hadn't slept at all. "You didn't sleep, did you?"
Because of jet lag, Ciheng just lay on the sofa for a while in the morning and now plans to go downstairs for a walk.
His head ached a bit, and he pinched his brows, "Let's go downstairs to eat."
The two came to the dining area and Aunt Liu was stewing soup in the kitchen.
Wen Zhenni smelled the aroma and moved closer. "It smells so good. What delicious food are you making?"
Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Hurry up and sit down. I'll serve the soup to Madam."
The abalone, flower mushroom and chicken soup that had been simmered for the whole morning was soon served.
The rich and mellow aroma instantly spread, and Wen Zhenni was dazed. She drank the soup happily and said to the man opposite who was still slowly wiping his hands, "Hubby, I have to go to the company after dinner."
"Yes." Ciheng put down his napkin, his eyes lingering on her lips moistened by the soup for a moment, and he reminded her in a steady tone, "Be careful."
He pondered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, then turned his head to the servant standing beside him and ordered, "Go prepare the car, the madam needs it."
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