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Wen Di spilled the red wine, precisely all over Yan Heyu’s collar.
At that moment, her rationality was drained, and her remaining consciousness was also drawn away by him. She no longer cared about the wine glass in her hand, nor could she recall if she had finished the wine in the glass.
Anyway, when things calmed down, his white shirt collar had turned wine-red.
Wen Di was afraid of him, afraid he’d frame her.
“I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”
Yan Heyu rose from in front of her, straightened her skirt, and said, “Alright, just transfer it to me all at once when you give me my pocket money.”
The key point was yet to come. “My clothes are dirty and unwearable. I’ll go take a shower and change into clean clothes.”
His business trip suitcase was in the car trunk, containing a full set of spare clothes.
Wen Di grabbed his collar; she knew he’d pull this trick. After a shower, he’d surely feel sleepy and then naturally stay overnight at her villa.
“Yan Heyu, you giving me wine just now was premeditated.”
Yan Heyu: “If I were so prescient, I’d have poured you more, preferably spilling it all over myself.”
She was still clutching his collar, refusing to let go.
He knelt down again, tired from kneeling earlier, now on one knee, looking at her. “Still want more?”
Wen Di: “...”
She instantly let go of him.
But it was too late. He held her waist, pulled her down, gripped her knees with both hands, and buried his head, delving deeper.
Wen Di couldn’t quite remember how she fell asleep; she was just incredibly, incredibly sleepy.
Body and mind satisfied.
The weather forecast was inaccurate; there was no heavy rain in the early hours, so Yan Heyu still returned to his own apartment.
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The rain fell intermittently for three days. When the sky cleared, Wen Di went to the company.
Yin Ziyu was at the company. Wen Di only had time to come over today.
Yin Ziyu was currently a key focus for the company’s development, with resources heavily tilted towards her.
Qin Xing sent Wen Di Yin Ziyu’s work schedule for the next six months, most of which was to support the promotion of Behind Desire.
Behind Desire was not only Wen Di’s painstaking effort but also the first high-quality drama their film and television company had invested everything into creating.
Wen Di opened the document Qin Xing sent her. Yin Ziyu’s work schedule for the second half of the year wasn’t particularly packed.
In September, there was a variety show, participating in recordings with Gu Heng.
In November, there were two variety shows to attend, both as guest appearances for only one episode.
In December, at the Changqing Year-End Gala, Yin Ziyu would walk the red carpet with Tan Moxian.
At the end of December, the Behind Desire premiere press conference.
In between, there were several promotional events, all in Beijing.
Currently, several scripts had approached them, but none were very suitable, so Qin Xing pushed them away without hesitation.
Yin Ziyu herself wasn’t idle. During the filming of Behind Desire, she had to negotiate with collaborators entirely in English. Wen Di’s script dialogue was also in English. Her English level wasn’t great; she only knew a few common spoken phrases, and her pronunciation wasn’t very accurate. At that time, she practiced English diligently and hadn’t relaxed since, now insisting on taking classes every day and practicing whenever she had time.
After reading the work schedule, Wen Di looked at Yin Ziyu: “Next month, you should audition for No One Compares to You. You might be able to get a chance.”
Yin Ziyu worried: “Director Zhou’s dramas, whenever there’s an audition, the competition is too fierce.” She didn’t even know how many A-list actors would be there. As an unknown junior, she really lacked confidence.
That was one thing. The main point was, “I even feel that my temperament doesn’t match the female lead in it.”
“Forget the TV series version.” Wen Di said truthfully: “It’s difficult for anyone to surpass the actors in the TV series version. Only if you portray a different human world and bring my re-created character to life will the audience potentially recognize you.”
Yin Ziyu also wanted to challenge herself. “Okay, I’ll go for the audition.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated on the table, a message came in from a contact nicknamed: Yu.
Yu: [Done for the day? Let’s have dinner together tonight.]
Yin Ziyu closed her phone, not replying.
Wen Di said, “It’s alright, it’s not some important meeting. Reply if you need to.”
Yin Ziyu smiled, thanking Boss Wen, then replied: [At the company, my boss is here.]
Yu: [Isn’t your boss at the company every day?]
Yin Ziyu: [Not CEO Qin and CEO Shen, it’s my sugar mommy, Boss Wen:smirk]
Yu: [Then call me when you’re done. I’ll book a restaurant first.]
Yin Ziyu: [Find a secluded private kitchen. Before Behind Desire airs, I don’t want to be photographed by paparazzi, so people don’t say I’m relying on scandal for hype, which would look bad.]
Yu: [Okay, whatever you say. When you’re not busy, let’s go on vacation abroad.]
Wen Di chatted with Qin Xing for another half an hour, then their small meeting adjourned.
She planned to have Western food for dinner and invited Yan Heyu to join her. She found a restaurant near the company, and after sitting down, she sent her location to Yan Heyu.
Yan Heyu: [Finally remembered me?]
Soon after, he sent: [Arriving in half an hour.]
Wen Di ordered first, requesting the meal to be served in thirty-five minutes.
She propped her chin, looking at the night view outside. When she came in, she had run into someone she wasn’t sure was a stranger or an acquaintance.
At the twenty-eighth minute, Yan Heyu arrived and sat across from her.
The water in her glass had cooled. He picked it up and drank it, then refilled it with hot water for her.
Wen Di unfolded her napkin and laid it out.
Yan Heyu watched her, waiting for her to speak.
Wen Di’s gaze went from the ring on his left hand to his watch, finally resting on his face. “Did you run into anyone?” “Yes, I did.”
Jiang Yunxing was also in this restaurant, her table was on his necessary path to get to Wen Di.
Wen Di: “With my old temper, you wouldn’t be eating this dinner tonight. You’d be watching from the sidelines.”
Yan Heyu reached out and took her hand. “She and I are in the past, a past before I knew you.”
“If it’s the past, it should stay firmly in the past. You shouldn’t have let your past be a continuous present during our relationship three years ago. Greeting someone is common courtesy, I don’t hold it against you.”
Wen Di made her point clear.
Yan Heyu also thought of the car rear-ending incident, and then him driving her to have dinner with her parents.
Wen Di pulled her hand from his. “I told you, no one can completely control their rationality, let alone their memory. I’m not intentionally looking for trouble with you.”
“I know.” Yan Heyu covered her hand again, then intertwined their fingers. “I will untie your knots, one by one.”
He stroked her palm. “Wen Di, you know me. If I still couldn’t let her go after all this time, would I be someone who would torment myself? I would have chased her back long ago. Besides, there wasn’t any major conflict between her and me. Getting back together wouldn’t have been a problem. I didn’t pursue her because I’d moved on. You said how much trouble you caused back then; would I still have the mind to think about other women? I couldn’t think of anyone else.”
“When I was with her, I was indeed good to her, but only when we were together.”
“After I got together with you, I had no further collaborations with the Jiang family.”
Since Wen Di was willing to listen today, he explained everything to her at once.
“Sometimes, after not seeing her for several years, my mood would fluctuate a bit when I met her. It had nothing to do with liking; it was just an unconscious reaction from my brain telling me that this was someone I used to like. A simple greeting, and then it passed. Nothing else.”
As for the car rear-ending: “At the time, I just thought that if I stood with her, people would think I was driving, and they’d definitely misunderstand her, since she rear-ended my car. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I thought she didn’t hit it on purpose, but I couldn’t stop others from gossiping. If someone else had hit the car that day, I wouldn’t have driven you.”
Yan Heyu got up, walked to her side, knelt halfway on the sofa, and pulled her into his arms. “My past with her never intruded between you and me. Never.”
Wen Di looked down at him, and after a long while, said, “Don’t worry, I won’t deny you food.”
Yan Heyu kissed her, signifying that the matter was closed.
During dinner, he talked about his plans. “I’m moving into the villa next door to yours. Since you’re working on a script now and don’t have time for dates, once I move in, I can see you as soon as I get home.”
Wen Di glanced at him, but didn’t respond.
“After I move in, my pocket money will automatically decrease by one yuan.”
“...”
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He only maintained his composure for one night. The next morning, Yan Heyu had his luggage sent to the villa.
Perhaps because he had moved, he wanted to see what his new place looked like, so Yan Heyu left work on time to go home.
Back at the villa, Wen Di had finished her work for the day and was practicing in the yoga room. She used the wall to bend into an S-shape. He watched, feeling a thrill of fear, and didn’t dare to speak to her for fear of distracting her.
After standing at the doorway for a moment, he went upstairs.
Living here was far from the company, so he no longer had time for his morning workout and had to switch to evenings.
Yan Heyu changed into his athletic wear and returned to the yoga room.
Wen Di was currently suspended in a yoga hammock.
The only equipment in the yoga room suitable for Yan Heyu’s workout was the treadmill. He discussed with Wen Di: “When you’re not busy, get me a few pieces of gym equipment.”
Wen Di glanced at him in the wall mirror. “Are you already asking for things on your first day of moving in?”
“I wanted them before I moved in.” He made no secret of his desire to move up in their relationship.
Yan Heyu walked to the hammock and extended his arms. “Come down, I’ll carry you while I run.”
When they were together before, he would occasionally carry her for two minutes during his runs when he felt like it.
Wen Di jumped into his arms. Yan Heyu took half a step back, catching her.
She was wearing grey yoga pants and a smoky pink cropped tank top.
Yan Heyu lifted her and lowered his head to kiss her navel.
Wen Di pinched his chin and began adjusting the treadmill to a suitable speed.
Yan Heyu had no other exercise equipment, so he had to jog slowly with her as added weight.
The person in his arms was quite cooperative, leaning against him without making a fuss.
Wen Di used to like recording such moments with her phone. After they broke up, all the videos were deleted, and for a long time, she couldn’t recover from looking at the empty album. Now, she had no desire to record.
This time, he carried her for longer than any previous run.
One of Wen Di’s hands was pressed against his chest, which was pounding like a drum.
“Put me down. You’ll get chest pain later and blame me, and maybe even make me nurse you through the night.” He was capable of anything now.
Yan Heyu looked at her, not arguing.
Sweat from his hairline ran down his forehead to his nose bridge.
Getting off the treadmill, he put Wen Di down and, almost without stopping, continued running, doubling his previous speed.
Wen Di went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, and placed it on the side cabinet in the yoga room, not saying she was giving it to him to drink.
After running eight kilometers, Yan Heyu turned off the treadmill. Wen Di was still practicing. He picked up the water on the side cabinet and drank it, asking her, “Are you still not done practicing?”
“Not yet.” She sat for seven or eight hours a day, so she planned to practice longer.
Yan Heyu took the water glass upstairs. Having sweated a lot, he went to shower first.
Wen Di returned upstairs half an hour later. Passing by the second bedroom, the door was open. Yan Heyu, having showered and changed into loungewear, was sitting at his computer desk, working overtime.
Hearing footsteps, he got up. “Wen Di.”
Wen Di had already walked past the doorway but took two steps back. “If you need something, say it quickly.”
“Come in and talk.” Yan Heyu pulled her wrist, drawing her into the room, and closed the door.
“Today’s my first day moving in.”
Wen Di nodded. “And?”
Yan Heyu: “As the homeowner, you should celebrate my housewarming.”
“...You have quite high demands.”
“Life needs a little sense of ritual.”
“Tell me what you want, don’t be too expensive.”
Yan Heyu took her hand. Her fingers were slender and soft like peeled green onions. He kissed her palm and said, “You don’t need to spend money.”
His hair was still wet, not blown dry.
“I just took a cold shower. It didn’t work.”
The fire in him hadn’t been extinguished.
Yan Heyu lowered his head, pressing against her ear. “Help me out.”
He suddenly lowered his head, and Wen Di’s face was buried in his neck. All she breathed in was the crisp, clean scent of his shower gel. She instinctively recoiled, but his hand stopped her, gripping her waist and pushing her back into his embrace, holding her tightly.
Wen Di looked up. “You’re incredible now, making demands left and right every day, and so righteously.”
Yan Heyu didn’t speak, sealing her mouth with his.
He raised his hand and turned off the bedroom light.
The computer screen glowed, the screensaver constantly changing, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
Ambiguous.
And alluring.
Yan Heyu kissed her, leading her to the bathroom. The door swung shut.
Shadowy figures were cast on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
Yan Heyu held her right hand, pressing it against his body.
He kissed her eyes. “No perfunctory actions allowed.”
Wen Di said, “I’ve been practicing all night, my hands have no strength.” Yan Heyu pressed her hand, making her hold on and not let go.
Wen Di leaned against the door, looking up at him silently.
His jawline was taut, his Adam’s apple occasionally bobbed, and his eyes were deep, staring directly at her.
She seemed to see a blazing fire in his eyes.
“Wen Di,” he called her name.
His voice was low and slightly hoarse, with a hint of sexiness.
More alluring than the flickering light in the bedroom outside.
Yan Heyu took a breath. “Thank you.”
He hugged her tightly.
Wen Di rubbed her hands on his clothes, wiping them repeatedly. “I’m going back.”
Yan Heyu held her, not letting go, and told her, “You helped me, so it’s only right that I reciprocate.”
He leaned down and kissed her.
He used his hand to please her.
The left hand had the ring, so he used his right hand.
Sparks flew intensely, like popping pods under the sun.
The computer went to sleep, and the bedroom suddenly plunged into darkness.
The bathroom, too.
The shower wasn’t on, but there was the sound of water, and swallowing sounds.
When it finally quieted down, Wen Di buried her face in his arms for a while.
Yan Heyu hugged her tightly, coaxing her. After reaching a climax, her body felt a bit empty, which is why she liked being held by him, as she always had.
After a moment of calm, Wen Di got up from his embrace.
Yan Heyu turned on the bathroom light, walked to the sink, where there was a tissue box. He pulled out a few tissues to wipe his mouth.
Wen Di saw this scene in the mirror. Tonight, she helped him once, and he pleased her twice, once with his hand, once with his mouth.
“Go to bed early. Don’t make any more demands on me.”
Having said that, she opened the door and walked out.
Yan Heyu turned to look at her retreating figure. “Goodnight.”
Wen Di didn’t look back.
Yan Heyu took off his ring, turned on the faucet, squeezed some hand soap, and leisurely scrubbed his hands.
The speed he developed from shuffling cards was all given to Wen Di.
After rinsing his hands, Yan Heyu took the ring downstairs.
He took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured two glasses, and offered one to Wen Di.
A knock sounded. Wen Di was filling the bathtub.
Yan Heyu waited patiently at the door, occasionally sipping red wine.
The door opened. She was wearing the same yoga clothes from earlier, her face still flushed, her eyes watery.
Yan Heyu handed her a glass of red wine, not much, just a little at the bottom.
Wen Di looked at him, then took the wine.
She had planned to pour herself a drink after running her bath, but he was one step ahead.
“Thanks.”
She was about to close the door when Yan Heyu stepped forward, extending a long arm to pull her close, giving her a soft hug. “Don’t soak too long. Get to bed early.”
Wen Di had little immunity to his embrace and pushed him away.
Yan Heyu glanced at her bedroom and said, “It’s twice as big as my room. I want to live in such a spacious room too.”
Wen Di gave him another hard shove. “Dream on.”
The door slammed shut with a “bang.”
Yan Heyu chuckled to himself and turned to leave.
The next morning, Wen Di woke up naturally. The room next door was empty, and only her car was in the yard.
After breakfast, she received a package.
Her number was on it, but the recipient was Yan Heyu.
It must be a small gift from Yan Heyu. Wen Di opened it to find three boxes of large, ultra-thin condoms.
Wen Di took a photo and sent it to him: [!]
Yan Heyu: [Help me keep them. We’ll need them sooner or later, so it’s good to have them ready.]
A few minutes later, he sent a long message: [Yesterday at dawn, I increased the sales targets for the third quarter across all major regions of Huayuan Industrial. The regional directors probably couldn’t imagine that their boss, due to an unhappy sex life:to be precise, no sex life, was full of energy, highly stimulated, and couldn’t sleep, so he studied the sales reports and found room for upward adjustment.
This morning on the way to the company, I reflected on it and realized I shouldn’t make them pay for my personal reasons, so I didn’t send that email about raising sales targets.
Then I decided to raise my own target: to move into the very spacious master bedroom within a month.]
Wen Di: “...”
He said so much nonsense, but he really just wanted to tell her the last sentence: he wanted to move into her master bedroom.
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