Chapter 37: 300 Million Dowry
Chapter 37
The ball was a masquerade, so one had to cover their face. Wen Xi picked out a butterfly mask to cover her face and rushed over with Yan Jue.
It was nearly nine o'clock when they arrived, and the atmosphere in the venue had reached its peak.
Many ladies wore masks, so Wen Xi was not the only one. However, when he entered the venue holding the arm of Yan Jue, who was not wearing a mask, many eyes were still cast towards him.
Wen Xi's fingertips on Yan Jue's arm unconsciously tightened. Although it was not the first time she dressed as a woman, she was still a little shy and nervous.
The first time she wore a short skirt, the light in the Ni Ye Club was very dim, and no one except Yan Jue could see what she was wearing. The next few times she wore a short skirt, it was only for Yan Jue to see.
The back of my hand was held by someone, and the man's palm was dry and warm. He lowered his eyes and comforted me, "Don't be afraid. No one will recognize you."
Even though she was openly pretending to be Yan Jue's female companion and walking into a banquet hall with hundreds of people, Wen Xi still felt a little uneasy.
Wen Xi quickly scanned the entire room, and when he didn't see Yan and Su, he breathed a barely audible sigh of relief.
Yan Jue rubbed Wen Xi's fingertips, lowered his head and whispered to him softly: "No one can recognize you, I will take care of everything, have fun tonight, take you to dance, and if you don't want to dance, we will go back."
Wen Xi felt much more at ease, and gently raised his chin towards Yan Jue: "I can't dance."
"I will."
"This is my first time learning, I stepped on you, I hope you won't be angry."
"This is normal. There's nothing to be angry about." Yan Jue lowered his eyes and suddenly paused. His voice was very low. "Besides, it's not like you haven't stepped on it before. Why are you worried that I'll be angry?"
"!"
He shouldn't have asked!
Annoying!
Wen Xi hurriedly averted his gaze, not wanting to talk, thinking that he must step on her a few more times later to ease the awkwardness.
Men and women were dancing gracefully on the dance floor, their skirts of various styles swaying gracefully, and their white ankles could occasionally be seen between their intertwined footsteps.
Wen Xi subconsciously looked down at his skirt. Although his ankles would not be exposed when he walked, he was not sure whether his large strides would cause the hem of his skirt to float up, and then someone would inadvertently notice that his female companion's right foot seemed to be a little red.
Out of curiosity, if you look closely, you will find that it is a deep tooth mark.
In that case, everything the two of them did would be known clearly to others.
A light breath came from the man above my head, as if he was laughing triumphantly. His hot and wet lips and tongue pressed against my skin, his sharp teeth sunk deep into my flesh, and the tingling and numb feeling came up again, flowing from my ankles all the way to my ears.
Wen Xi couldn't help but shake her feet to relieve the confusing feeling, and looked up at the culprit. The narrow fox eyes were outlined by the black butterfly mask, and the eyes were glaring as if there was a burning fire in the bottom of the eyes.
They stood in a dim corner of the venue, and there were still many eyes looking at them wantonly, especially Wen Xi.
Yan Jue felt pity and uneasiness. In fact, even without the halo brought by the original family, there was no difference in strength between the two. Wen Xi would even graduate from college at the age of 19 and would be more dazzling than him in time. Only by leaving traces can one feel at ease.
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the extravagant lights of the banquet hall. The man's collar was neatly tied, and the dark collar was stuck on his smooth neck. His throat rolled, and the small black mole bounced up and down.
"Go dance. No one will see you."
Wen Xi was skeptical: "Really."
The man closed his eyes slightly, his stern features moving slightly: "I'm not lying to you."
Wenxi shook her legs and found that she couldn't see anything either, so she felt much more relaxed. "Okay, I believe you."
They stood at the entrance and wanted to say hello to Cen Qin first. They took two steps inside and heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Uncle?"
Turning around, Yan and Su were standing behind them, with a generous and bright lady standing next to them. She wore a golden mask on her face. They looked like a perfect match.
Wen Xi's heart suddenly tightened, and she hugged Yan Jue's hands tightly, not daring to breathe.
I searched for a long time but didn't see anyone. Now that I let my guard down, the person came out.
Yan Hesu is such an elusive guy, where did he come from?
Yan and Su saw from afar a man who looked very much like his uncle and a girl with a beautiful back standing together, talking in a corner, and behaving in a very intimate manner.
The female companion was also from the same circle, and had met Yan Jue. She was quite surprised and asked Yan and Su, "Uncle Yan actually has a female companion?"
Yan and Su were stunned when they saw the pair of sparkling eyes. They had seen this type of eyes on Wen Xi's face before.
It is very impolite to look at the female companion of an elder too directly, so Yan and Su restrained their curiosity and retracted their gaze.
He introduced himself as his partner first, and when the other person called him "uncle", his words stopped at Wen Xi, not knowing how to address him, so he asked, "What's this person's name?"
Although Wen Xi lowered her voice and softened it, most people could hardly tell whether she was a man or a woman, but roommates who had lived together for many years would probably be able to judge Wen Xi's identity from the details.
So they made an agreement that if they really met Yan and Su, Wen Xi would pretend that his throat was not feeling well and it was inconvenient for him to communicate.
Although he had a plan in place, Wen Xi's heart was still in his throat.
Yan Jue had thin lips, which was consistent with the secular definition of being heartless. Under the astonished gazes of Yan and Su, the man lowered his eyes to glance at the person in his arms, then opened his mouth.
"Your little aunt."
Wen Xi suddenly raised his head, the blood rushed to his brain violently, and he almost suffocated. Although Yan Jue was right to a certain extent, wasn't it too direct to just say "little aunt"? What's the difference between this and saying "Oh, this is my wife"!
Wen Xi looked at Yan and Su stiffly.
The other party stood there in a daze, and it was not difficult to see from his dilated pupils the shock in his heart and the mental impact that seemed to be earth-shattering.
Yan and Su always thought that their uncle was a bachelor with no desires or ambitions.
To put it nicely, Yan Jue's personality is calm and steady, to put it bluntly, he is aloof, or in plain terms, he is dull. He doesn't like to talk and doesn't care about people. He studies math and physics problems all day long. He has the paranoia and natural indifference of a genius. Many people say behind his back that Yan Jue seems to have no heart.
When Yan Jue was a child, he went back to his hometown and his grandfather insisted that he play with his uncle who lived in the annex building. Although Yan Jue asked him to go along out of some fragile uncle-nephew responsibility, he did so reluctantly and the two maintained superficial harmony.
Although he is not particularly friendly, they know each other well. Apart from knowing that Yan Jue has two good friends, Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting, Yan and Su have never seen Yan Jue be so close to anyone in all these years.
When having lunch in the afternoon, Yan Jue was still single. Besides the playboy bachelor Cen Tan, the gaming and body piercing fanatic Zheng Yuting, there was only Wen Xi, who was said to be running a milk tea shop but actually worked part-time in a nightclub and was not as well-behaved as imagined.
Yan Jue didn't talk much during the meal and didn't pay any attention to him. Yan and Su really didn't feel any sign of love in his uncle.
It's been two hours since we met again, and he already has a girlfriend?
Eyes met.
Yan and Su looked incredulous, but they still addressed him politely, though their voices were a little hesitant.
"Little...Aunt."
Wen Xi froze, and he patted his lower back insincerely to comfort her.
Wen Xi tried hard to control her expression and not reveal herself, and with great difficulty she politely nodded in response to her roommate, her nephew who was three years older than her and called her brother two hours ago, calling her "little aunt".
The female companions beside Yan and Su also called out, "Auntie."
“…”
Wen Xi's scalp tingled and he tried his best to suppress the urge to run away. He raised his finger to his throat and smiled politely at the other person.
"Oh, his throat is not feeling well." Yan Jue explained, "The doctor told him not to talk."
"Then little auntie should have a good rest..."
The two people on the opposite side did not think much about it and cooperated to show their care. It was a pity that they could not see what the young aunt looked like, but Yan and Su finally confirmed that the misogynistic uncle was heterosexual, so it was not in vain to greet him.
After a brief greeting, Yan and Su left with their female companions.
“…”
“…”
Yan and Su's figures disappeared into the crowd and could no longer be seen. Yan Jue lowered his head to check on Wen Xi's condition. As expected, the boy had turned into a red pufferfish, the kind that was ready to bite people with its thorns.
Eyes met.
Yan Jue's eyes were too confident, so he successfully saw the wonderful changes in Wen Xi's expression.
(▼へ▼)——→[o_o]——→(T﹏T)/｜wall——→┗(0﹏0)┛Surrender——→(ㄒoㄒ)
Then, Wen Xi buried his head in Yan Jue's arms.
"ah--"
Wen Xi bit Yan Jue's neck like a reckless little animal to vent his anger.
The breathing on the neck was disordered. Yan Jue smiled, raised the hand on the lower back and gently rubbed the back of Wen Xi's neck.
"Are you relieved?"
Wen Xi muttered softly: "You bully me——"
"I like you."
“………………”
Wen Xi paused in the act of grinding his teeth, feeling that he would be a fool for biting someone without understanding romance.
After a long stalemate, Wen Xi finally opened his mouth.
Yan Jue felt Wen Xi rubbing the non-existent teeth marks with his lips again, and whispered softly, "Asshole."
*
Wenxi's dance steps were not very familiar, but she learned quickly. After just two or three times, she was able to keep up with Yanjue and cooperate with him tacitly.
She was wearing a pair of stiletto heels less than ten centimeters high. Wen Xi's feet began to feel uncomfortable after dancing for a while. She said something to Yan Jue, and the two of them slowly moved to the edge of the dance floor.
Although the location is not in the center, the outstanding appearance still makes it the visual center of the people present.
Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting happened to return to the banquet hall. As soon as they entered, they recognized Yan Jue, and then noticed the girl next to their brother. They were stunned for a moment before they realized that it was Wen Xi in the red dress.
Zheng Yuting saw something flashing in his sight. He squinted his eyes and found that the necklace on Wen Xi's neck looked familiar.
"Huh? Isn't this the necklace from last week's auction in Country M?"
"Well, according to the news report, it was bought by a mysterious buyer in China," Cen Tan shook his wine glass, "Today we finally know the seller and the purpose of the sale."
Zheng Yuting leaned on the table and pointed at his eyes: "It's worthy of being a 190 million ruby. It's so bright that it makes my eyes blind."
"Wenxi worker number 19, the first tip is 190,000 yuan," Cen Tan sneered, "The old house is enough to burn, and now there is no one who can control the whole 1.9 billion yuan."
Looking at the dance floor, the two people opposite were whispering something to each other and then stopped dancing. Yan Jue looked around and happened to find Cen Qin. He lowered his head and said a few words to Wen Xi, then walked towards them.
When the others walked in, Zheng Yuting discovered that in addition to the necklace, Wen Xi also had a bracelet on her hand, which was also sparkling.
"How much is the bracelet?"
"Sixty or eighty million?" Cen Tan hesitated, "I can't remember exactly, but it's less than one hundred million."
"This one is cheaper, so I won't feel bad if I get bumped."
Zheng Yuting picked up the wine glass and said in a non-serious tone: "No matter what, let us congratulate our good brother for getting what he wanted."
Cen Tan added: "Successfully marrying myself to Wenxi with a dowry of 300 million."
Zheng Yuting: “…You got it the other way around.”
Cen Tan sneered: "Do you think he cares?"
Zheng Yuting spread his hands: "That's right, a real man doesn't care about these false names, only when he has a wife is he real."
Zheng Yuting winked at the two people who came to the table and said, "Congratulations." Then he looked at the blushing boy and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law."
"!"
Wenxi's pupils dilated.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at him, the tip of the boy's nose was red, but Wen Xi, who had experienced Yan and Su calling her "little aunt", seemed to have become tolerant of this sudden title of "sister-in-law".
Wen Xi took a few seconds to calm his breathing, nodded gently, and lowered his voice habitually, but pronounced the words clearly: "Good evening."
It's surprising that he is so calm.
Yan Jue pulled out a bench and asked Wen Xi to sit down. They were sitting in a corner near the window, facing the endless and rough sea. Wen Xi was in the corner, wearing Yan Jue's suit jacket.
The backless skirt was nice, but I always felt insecure. The man's coat blocked the cold air, and the familiar woody scent enveloped Wenxi, making him feel much more comfortable.
In fact, this whole process was smooth and took only a minute. In a corner where Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting would not likely see him, Wen Xi took Yan Jue's hand and wrote quietly.
[I was scared to death!!!]
The large suit jacket covered the hands of the two people, and Wen Xi, who was quietly touching and silently conveying his thoughts, was like a little agent secretly passing messages. His expression was calm and leisurely, but in fact, under the pretense of calmness, his little heart was panicking and not calm at all.
The waiter came over at the right time. Yan Jue drank vodka with ice, while Wen Xi picked a glass of colorful and beautiful wine.
Wen Xi took a sip and froze for a moment. He couldn't believe that the cup of fake water in his hand, which looked so good, actually tasted like soda water.
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi and wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, then his eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand.
There was a hint of longing in his eyes.
Wen Xi spoke slowly: "Can I switch with you?"
"No," Yan Jue refused cruelly, "This alcohol content is high, you will get drunk."
Wen Xi turned around to look for the waiter, but didn't see him. Moreover, when he turned around, he saw many strange eyes looking at him, so he hid beside Yan Jue.
Yan Jue felt the fingertips in his palm move again, very slowly and itchily, and drew a little crying face with the mouth facing downwards.
(o︵o)
Then Wen Xi looked at him with eyes that were even more pitiful than a crying face.
"Can I have a taste then?"
Yan Jue's throat rolled and he took a step back: "Only one sip. I'll get you a cocktail with a lower alcohol content later."
Wenxi took a sip and found it sour, sweet and fruity, better than sparkling water.
There was a reason why Yan Jue didn't want him to touch it. Wen Xi was like an alcohol reagent. It felt like his face had turned red before the alcohol even entered his stomach.
The key point is that Wenxi was sober as hell, and took only one sip of wine, and then pushed the glass back to Yanjue. With that little red face, the beautiful eyes in the butterfly mask stared at Yanjue without blinking, and said slowly: "I like it."
(∧ ∧)
Yan Jue felt it was difficult to breathe.
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