Chapter 15 His wife really doesn't stand on ceremony.
In the latter half of the banquet, only a few close friends remained.
Gu Beiming, being a party animal who loves excitement, would never miss such a good opportunity to gather people together and relax.
The ways to relax are nothing more than drinking and playing cards. It's quick and doesn't require a specific place; a private room, a few bottles of wine, and a few decks of cards are all you need to get together.
Zhong Yan unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, rolled up the cuffs to reveal his smooth forearms, picked up a glass of liquor with a few ice cubes, and drank half of it.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Cheng Gengxu asked, "Where's your wife?"
Zhong Yan said "Oh," and added, "She doesn't like these kinds of gatherings, so she's resting next door."
Zhao Qingye raised an eyebrow. "Is it that you don't like this kind of situation, or that you don't like the people in it?"
Zhong Yan put down her water glass. "There's no need for me to get involved."
That statement contains a lot of information.
So you're saying we'll eventually go our separate ways and won't need to bring people into our social circles anymore? Then why did you bring people to the last gathering?
"You deliberately annoyed Shuyun last time, didn't you?" That was the only thing Gu Beiming could think of.
Zhong Yan raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'deliberately'? Bringing someone along once is enough."
With a playful smile, Cheng Gengxu began dealing the cards, teasingly saying, "He's upset because he discovered his wife was also hiding something from him."
Duan Huaixu of Convolution Capital is a big name in the venture capital and finance circle. He knows Ji Tanyuan, but whether they are just casual acquaintances or something else, there is no way to find out. That's why he's holding his breath.
next door
Ji Tanyuan nestled in the corner of the lounge sofa, half asleep, waiting for Zhong Yan.
She recalled Duan Huaixu's words from earlier that day.
Why didn't you contact me back then?
Ji Tanyuan was stunned. "What?"
"I mean, if the cash flow is tight, why insist on cooperating with the Zhong family?"
"Huanghuang, are you really planning to become a carefree, wealthy housewife?"
Ji Tanyuan tidied her hair and smiled, "It's the Zhong family who wants to cooperate; we have no other choice."
"I am also grateful that the Dai Dezhong family did not take advantage of the situation and directly acquire the company, but only cooperated with it."
Duan Huaixu: "And what about you?"
Ji Tanyuan remained calm, looked up, and said with a hint of amusement, "The projects our two families are working on are worth tens of billions of dollars. If I don't arrange a marriage to provide the Ji family with an insurance policy, what will I use to drag the Zhong family down with me if they change their minds?"
Duan Huaixu nodded and asked directly, "How long is your marriage?"
Ji Tanyuan looked out the window. Everything here was unfamiliar, yet she felt as if she had been trapped here for half her life. But then she thought of her marriage to Zhong Yan…
She could sense that Zhong Yan wasn't averse to the marriage, but he probably didn't like it much either, and she felt the same way; perhaps the novelty of being newlyweds hadn't worn off yet.
Nobody knows what will happen in a year or two.
"have no idea."
She never had the initiative; the Zhong family wielded too much power, with three generations involved in politics, and in the law of the jungle, power always trumps money.
Ji Tanyuan closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Suddenly, she felt a coolness on her face. She knew without guessing that it was Zhong Yan's hand.
"Tired?"
Ji Tanyuan hummed in agreement, "Is it over?"
Zhong Yan squatted down beside the sofa, knelt on one knee, and rubbed her face. "Tomorrow is Monday. We need to go back to the old house for breakfast in the morning."
Ji Tanyuan's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly came to her senses. "I don't really want to go."
Zhong Yan: "...The old man is back."
Ji Tanyuan sobbed, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, buried her face in his neck, and said coquettishly, "Can't we not go? I'm really scared of your house."
The fact that her sister-in-law knelt down to the old lady last time really surprised Ji Tanyuan. So much so that after that day, she often dreamed of herself kneeling down in an elegant cheongsam, holding tea leaves above her head with both hands, respectfully offering tea.
Oh my god, that was a nightmare.
Zhong Yan patted her on the back, giving her a jab, "What do you think?"
Ji Tanyuan pursed her lips, "Your mother, my mother-in-law, went through the same thing?"
He remained kneeling on one knee, and Ji Tanyuan leaned half her body out from the sofa to hug him, putting all her weight on him.
He could clearly feel the softness and fragrance of the woman in his arms. The strapless dress couldn't withstand such twisting movements, and the strapless dress wobbled, revealing a large expanse of skin.
Ji Tanyuan didn't care. "Honey, my knees aren't good, didn't you say that?"
Zhong Yan clicked his tongue. His wife really didn't stand on ceremony. It had only been two months, and she was already acting all cute.
Zhong Yan smoothed her loose hair and asked casually, "Are you still going home?"
"Of course I'm going back. I even told my dad that you're coming back with me."
She kissed Zhong Yan's cheek, "You said you wouldn't go back on your word, right? I've been very cooperative tonight."
Zhong Yan looked down at Ji Tanyuan, and Ji Tanyuan met his gaze. To be honest, she thought she had seen many handsome men, white, yellow, and mixed-race, but Zhong Yan gave her a different feeling.
Could this be the power of sleeping together? Ji Tanyuan's expression was strange. Zhong Yan, looking at her in a daze, had no idea that she was actually feeling lewd inside.
His hand moved up the woman's back; Ji Tanyuan's skin was a little cool, and his magnetic voice sounded in her ear: "Shall we go home?"
Ji Tanyuan tugged at his sleeve, preventing him from getting up. "Tomorrow... I don't want that. You can't expect me to obey now. I don't like kneeling."
The two were talking in hushed tones, completely unaware that the door had been opened a crack.
The hand that was about to knock on the door paused.
The room was dimly lit. A tall man knelt on one knee beside the sofa with his back to the door, blocking the upper body of the woman lying on the sofa. Only the lower half of the woman's skirt and her fair arm around the man's neck were visible, creating a tender and romantic atmosphere.
The man took a few steps back, then turned and left.
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