After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

The room was silent.

Outside the house, the dark blue sky showed a hint of fish maw white, and a few cold stars were embedded in the distant sky.

"What are you doing here?"

In the warm room like spring, Qi Jinran's voice was exceptionally cold.

Wen Yuan had expected this scene long ago, so he didn't panic at all, and said cheekily: "I think Ding He is very tired, so I just want him to rest—"

"I paid him five thousand an hour, starting from the moment I walked into this villa. Do you think I spent so much money to invite him to rest?"

Wen Yuan choked for a moment, his cheeks flushed slightly, he grabbed the towel and left the bedroom in embarrassment.

Qi Jinran rang the bell to let Ding He in, and Ding He helped him with a full body check. The old wound on the man's right leg had subsided, and his body temperature had dropped, but he still had a low-grade fever.

"Mr. Qi, in fact, you don't need to say that Mr. Wen... He watched you by your bedside all night last night. He was really attentive."

Without Ding He saying it, Qi Jinran knew it too. In the second half of the night, when his burning was not so bad, he woke up in a daze once, and saw Wen Yuan sitting on the bedside, his head twitching little by little, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

This guy is probably also complaining about him in his dreams, right?

The thought flashed through his mind, and then an indescribable complex emotion surged in his chest. Obviously, Wen Yuan was strangled by his neck and said harsh words that night, and he didn't reply to a single apology text message. Why did this stupid guy not learn his lesson and approach him?

Qi Jinran looked at the tall tree outside the window, and when she was in a trance, she suddenly heard a melodious guitar sound coming from the next door.

Ding He heard it too, he smiled slightly and looked at Qi Jinran.

"Mr. Qi, actually listening to music is also a way to relieve pain, or—"

"Noisy, no need."

Qi Jinran closed her eyes and simply rejected him.

Dinghe scratched his hair helplessly and left the room.

Although Wen Yuan didn't sleep much all night, he was very energetic. After practicing guitar, he went to the idle kitchen on the second floor to have a look, and was pleasantly surprised to find that all the ingredients he used for baking at home were delivered.

Madam Ye is still reliable.

With the tools and ingredients at hand, Wen Yuan couldn't take it easy and planned to make a European bag. Skillfully preparing the tools, making the dough, sprinkling yeast powder, kneading the dough repeatedly, watching the smooth dough take shape on the chopping board, an indescribable sense of satisfaction occupied Wen Yuan's heart.

Baking is the greatest joy in his life. Watching the dough in the oven slowly expand and turn into golden and fluffy bread, Wen Yuan felt particularly accomplished. It's a pity that his parents have a traditional diet and are not used to western pastries, so he has no chance to play. Now at Qi's house, he has time to focus on his hobbies.

The freshly baked bread exudes an enticing sweet smell, which Dinghyuk can smell on the first floor. Seeing Xue Rong carrying the plate down, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Sister Xue, when did you learn to cook pastry?"

"I don't know how to do it. It's all done by Xiao Wen. I've never seen such a clever boy."

Xue Rong was full of praise for Wen Yuan. With a smile on her face, she carried the European bag and hot milk into Qi Jinran's bedroom, and placed the knives and forks on the small dining table on the bed.

"Master, breakfast is ready. Mr. Wen made it. Would you like to try it?"

Qi Jinran's condition has improved a lot today, but his face is still pale. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, his black eyes opened indifferently, and his tone was disgusting.

"It's ugly."

The Ou Bao in the ceramic plate was really unremarkable in appearance. Qi Jinran picked it up without any expectation and took a bite. He didn't know what he tasted, and his pupils dilated slightly.

The warm and crispy noodles are actually inlaid with various nuts in layers, and the heart is a rich and sour blueberry jam. When you bite into it, your mouth is full of sweetness, and the tip of your tongue trembles.

Qi Jinran is very picky about the taste of western pastries. He has tasted afternoon tea in almost all of the top luxury hotels under Qi's family. However, in terms of the softness of the bread, there seem to be very few that can compare with the European bag in front of him.

This guy does seem to have some culinary talent...

"Master, how does it taste?"

Xue Rong looked expectant.

"Okay."

Qi Jinran lowered her long eyelashes and took a mouthful of hot milk.

"There are other flavors, do you want another one?" Xue Rong dutifully helped Wen Yuan sell it.

"No, I'm almost full."

That being said, after Xue Rong took away the empty saucer, Qi Jinran lay on the bed, reminiscing about the scent of the European bag, still a little unfinished. But if he was asked to find Xue Rong again, he would not be able to speak. He sat up with difficulty, trying to divert his attention by reading a book, and suddenly found a blue biscuit box under the lamp on the bedside table.

A letter was pressed under the box. Qi Jinran took out the letter and unfolded it. After seeing the contents clearly, a trace of complicated emotions flashed across his black eyes.

This is the letter of apology written by Wen Yuan two days ago.

The cookies in the box were naturally made by Wen Yuan.

Qi Jinran read the letter, folded it again, put it in the drawer, opened the box, and took a chocolate chip cookie.

He slowly chewed the biscuits and listened to the sound of the guitar next door, his black eyes quietly looked at the lake outside the window, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy is actually not that unbearable.

After lunch, Wen Yuan was so sleepy that he didn't even bother to practice the guitar, so he went back to his room and fell asleep.

This night, he slept until after three o'clock, and when he woke up, he found a tall figure standing on the head of the bed.

In the winter, the indoor light is dim, the curtains are half drawn, Wen Yuan's eyes are not fully opened, only a vague shadow can be seen, he screams "Ah" in fright, and instantly bounces off the bed.

Qi Jinran's handsome and fair face was wrapped in the black turtleneck of the sweater, her face pale.

"Sleep stupid?"

"You... when did you come?"

Wen Yuan never imagined that Qi Jinran would actually condescend and go to his room to wake him up in person.

"Put on your clothes and go out with me."

Qi Jinran didn't answer his question, and turned around and left the bedroom after saying this.

Wen Yuan quickly put on his jacket, changed his shoes, and went to the living room. He found Qi Jinran leaning on a cane and waiting for him at the door.

"Your leg... is it okay?" Wen Yuan glanced at his right leg with some worry.

"What do you think?"

Qi Jinran walked towards the landscape corridor. Although the pace was not as natural as before, it was equally steady and powerful. Wen Yuan followed behind him, and the two got on the extended Lincoln together, watching the vehicle drive towards the city center, Wen Yuan was a little puzzled.

"Where are we going?"

Qi Jinran didn't want to explain. He lengthened Lincoln and drove all the way into the most prosperous street in the city center. When he got to the underground garage, he got out of the car. Two female clerks in black professional suits and gloves welcomed them into the VIP rest on the top floor of the building. room.

"Measure him."

In the lounge, Qi Jinran flipped through the business magazines on the table with a light expression.

Wen Yuan thought that Qi Jinran didn't like his clothes, so he brought him here to buy clothes, but as soon as he raised his arms, the shopping guide opposite the lady smiled.

"You just need to press your right hand on the mold."

She brought a box to Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan tentatively reached out and pressed it down, and a clear palm print appeared on the white ooze.

What is this for?

He was puzzled, but Qi Jinran didn't give him an answer until he walked out of the lounge.

Wen Yuan soon ran out of time to think about these things. The New Year's Day party was just around the corner. In addition to class, he stayed in the rehearsal room whenever he was free, running in with the rest of the band and racing against time to practice songs. Occasionally back in the waterside residence, I rarely meet Qi Jinran.

The day before the performance, Wen Yuan received a call from Ye Xia.

"Yuan, sorry, my parents can't watch your performance this time. Your dad has a friend who is sick. Tomorrow we have to visit him in City B... Why don't you give Jin Ran the ticket and let Jin Ran watch it? "

Wen Yuan was used to letting his parents let go of pigeons, so he wasn't too disappointed.

"Well, let's see if he's free."

"Have you received the costume that mom ordered for you? Remember to take a picture and show it to me." Ye Xia asked worriedly.

"I received it, and I will take a picture for you to see when the time comes."

Although Ye Xia couldn't come to the scene, but her baby son was going to perform on stage, she had already asked someone to tailor a set of costumes for him. It was low-key and luxurious. Once his son wore it, he would definitely become the most handsome cub in the audience!

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuan looked at the gift box and tickets on the table, feeling a little lost. For a second, he thought about calling Qi Jinran and asking him if he wanted to come to T Big to watch the party, but he thought he must be busy with business, so he dismissed the idea.

At this time, Qi's CEO's office.

Zhuang Jie held an invitation letter and respectfully handed it to Qi Jinran.

"Mr. Qi, it was sent by the vice president of T University. Please go to T University's New Year's Day party tomorrow night."

There was also a program list attached to the invitation letter, Qi Jinran glanced at it casually, and when he saw the host, his eyes paused. Further down, he saw Wen Yuan's name.

"Mr. Qi, do you still want to attend the Gu family's reception tomorrow night?" Zhuang Jie, the one who can wink the most, asked tentatively.

"Push it."

Qi Jinran's black eyes narrowed slightly, and she put the invitation in the drawer.

"Get my order tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Qi."

Zhuang Jie smiled happily.

the day of the show.

Wen Yuan put on makeup and changed into his costumes. As soon as he came out of the lounge, the rest of the band stared at him.

"Fuck, this is too tm handsome!"

"Wen Yuan, when will you debut, can I be your manager?"

"If this photo is posted on the Internet, it will definitely slap those traffic stars!"

Wen Yuan blushed a little from their teasing, he patted his cuff uncomfortably, the gold powder on his body rustled down.

"Don't be poor, hurry up and go."

While waiting in the background, Wen Yuan met Zhou Yunqing. The latter was wearing a white suit with light makeup, handsome and gentle, and when he saw Wen Yuan's outfit, he was slightly taken aback.

Wen Yuan was wearing a light black short coat with a wing-like pattern drawn from silver thread and gold foil embroidered from the chest to the shoulders, which made his handsome face even more dazzling.

Seeing Zhou Yunqing, Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then passed him indifferently.

Ten minutes later, the performance began.

Wen Yuan's song is the finale. Holding the guitar and half-closed his eyes, when he slowly ascended from the elevator to the center of the stage, the audience held their breath and focused on him.

There was a beam of light falling from the top of his head. He opened his eyes and looked at the auditorium with a little fluorescent light. His black eyes seemed to fall into the starlight, which was incredibly bright.

The slender fingers plucked the strings, and the low magnetic singing sounded slowly: "The brightest star in the night sky/Can you hear it clearly?

The person who looks up / The loneliness and sigh in my heart

The brightest star in the night sky/Can you remember

The figure who once walked with me/disappeared in the wind

…

Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence

whenever i get lost in the dark

the brightest star in the night sky

please guide me to you

…

As soon as Wen Yuan opened his mouth, the audience instantly boiled, waving light sticks and screaming. This song is too familiar among the students, and in the end, it almost turned into a chorus, and the atmosphere of the auditorium was also ignited to the greatest extent.

"Ahhhh! Wen Yuan is so handsome!"

Zhuang Jie's eyes were shining brightly, and when he was waving a light stick and screaming loudly with the audience, he suddenly felt an unpleasant gaze.

Oops, too ecstatic to be discovered by the boss.

He quickly put down the light stick in his hand, and shrank his body into the seat.

Qi Jinran listened to the crowd of "Wen Yuan, I love you!" "Wen Yuan is so handsome!" "Little brother, I'm going to give you a monkey", her black eyes couldn't sink any further. He was suddenly annoyed, he was not a person who likes to be lively, why did he come here?

He got up and wanted to leave, but as soon as his eyes landed on the center of the stage, he seemed to be frozen.

In the dark stage, only a bunch of bright spotlights fell from the top of the boy's head. Wen Yuan held the guitar and played and sang by himself. He had handsome eyebrows and a gentle expression, like an independent little prince, quiet and dazzling.

Qi Jinran sat in the center of the first row, and he could see every change in Wen Yuan's expression very clearly. At the end of the performance, he watched him bend down with the band for the curtain call, and watched him grin and take the bouquet from the audience.

Suddenly, Wen Yuan seemed to sense something and glanced down the stage.

Qi Jinran's heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously clenched the armrest of the seat.