"Mr. Lin, who is number 1, you or Mr. Jiang?"
"I heard that Miss Lin is pregnant. Mr. Lin, you've stolen someone else's husband. Don't you feel any remorse?"
The reporters' questions were increasingly hurtful and excessive.
"I've heard that mistresses never have a good ending, they'll die a horrible death. Mr. Lin, did you ever think about this when you became a mistress?"
"......."
Shen Ye clenched his fists, staring at the group of reporters in front of him without saying a word. Although his surface appeared calm and expressionless, his eyes were gleaming with the magma of a volcano, as if he were about to erupt at any moment.
It's so noisy, so noisy.
He was the other woman; he broke up someone else's marriage—he knew it better than anyone.
Therefore, he is guilty.
You deserve to go to hell...
A hand wrapped around Shen Ye's shoulder, followed by a cold voice.
"You'd better all leave before I lose my temper, or better yet, don't let me find out which media outlet you're from."
Jiang Chen's tone was very firm, and his expression revealed a chilling glint of impending anger.
Upon hearing this, the reporters looked at each other, and finally made way for the two of them.
It's important to understand that offending such business giants will not benefit them at all. It's better to have no news than to offend such business giants and make things difficult for yourself.
Jiang Chen had expected the reporters to block the way, so as soon as the two of them got on the elevator, Assistant Yang and his team drove in and threatened the reporters to hand over the photos, videos, and audio recordings. They wouldn't let them leave until they confirmed that there was nothing left.
As evening fell, the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the whole room warm and tranquil.
Chen Ye sat on the hanging chair by the window, quietly gazing at the distant sunset.
Since they returned, Shen Ye hasn't said a word, nor has Jiang Chen; the two have remained silent.
After the sun went down, Jiang Chen walked over and took Shen Ye's hand: "Your birthday is the day after tomorrow, what gift do you want?"
Shen Ye's gaze shifted from the horizon to Jiang Chen's face: "Whatever, it's all the same."
The afterglow fell into Shen Ye's deep eyes, making them as beautiful as amber.
"Yan Huan...please don't do this. I'll handle everything."
"How long?" Shen Ye reached out and gently stroked Jiang Chen's face, slowly saying, "Ten days? Half a month? A month...?"
“Three days.” Jiang Chen stared at him.
"Okay, we'll leave in three days and then get married."
Shen Ye smiled, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his face, making him look like a flower bud about to bloom, ready to burst forth with tender juice at the slightest touch.
At this moment, Jiang Chen wanted to pluck the flower bud and let it bloom freely beneath him.
He captured Shen Ye's lips, gently exploring and entwining them...
In the past, Shen Ye would have yielded and cooperated, but now, he felt disgusted by Jiang Chen and struggled to push him away. However, Jiang Chen's hands firmly held his hands, and his kisses slid from his lips down his neck, collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen...
The night alternated between paradise and purgatory, with excruciating sensations and torment alternating...
On Shen Ye's birthday, Assistant Yang picked him up at a Michelin-starred hotel, which was usually packed with people, but tonight it was deserted.
Following Assistant Yang's footsteps, they arrived at the hall, which was originally dark, but all the candles were lit the moment Shen Ye entered.
Happy birthday, Mr. Lin.
The waiters left after saying that.
Jiang Chen stood in the center of the hall. The bright light made his face look much softer, no longer cold and ruthless.
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