After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Back at Shuixieju, Wen Yuan found that Dr. Chen, whom he had seen last time, was also here.

Chen Zhiming came to do a routine check on Qi Jinran, and Wen Yuan was worried about Qi Jinran's body, so he sneaked behind the door to listen to the two of them talking.

"Have you had phantom limb pain recently?"

"It's okay, much better than before."

"Then I'll reduce the dose of the drug by half." Chen Zhiming lowered his head to record something on the medical record, and suddenly glanced at the door behind him.

"Actually, a good mood is also very important for the recovery of the body. I see that you are in a good mood recently."

"You're a surgeon, and you're still working as a psychiatrist?"

Chen Zhiming chuckled lightly and closed the medical records.

"I am both internal and external, and I understand everything. By the way, I will give you one last piece of advice. A proper **** life is of great help in relieving phantom limb pain."

He blinked, and before Qi Jinran's attack, he slipped out of the bedroom and bumped into Wen Yuan, whose cheeks were flushed.

"I'll take something... Pass..." Wen Yuan walked away hand in hand.

Chen Zhiming chuckled softly.

Wen Yuan returned to his room, thinking that he had been caught by Dr. Chen overhearing just now, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack to burrow in.

And just now Dr. Chen looked at him, as if he knew he was eavesdropping...

Wen Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

I don't know if Dr. Chen's last sentence is true or not.

When he was thinking about it, the door was suddenly knocked.

"Are you there?"

It was Qi Jinran's voice.

Wen Yuan quickly got up from his chair and went to open the door.

"What's up?"

He looked uncomfortable and didn't dare to meet Qi Jinran's gaze.

"The wedding invitations are ready, three styles, see which one you like."

Wen Yuan followed him to the living room, and found that the table was full of picture albums and design papers, and three gilded invitations were placed on the table, which made him dazzled.

"I think it's all pretty."

Wen Yuan picked up one invitation and touched it fondly, then picked up another.

"Do you want to invite a lot of people?"

"It's not too much. It's a family that has a good relationship with grandpa, and then there are relatives on your parents' side."

"Can I invite my classmates?"

"Well, you can just give the list to the designer."

"Great! I'll go tell Ji Hong right away!"

Wen Yuan took the invitation card and excitedly went to the bedroom to get his mobile phone, but was stopped by Qi Jinran again.

"Don't stay so late at school in the future."

"Huh?" Wen Yuan was puzzled.

Qi Jinran closed the wedding-themed album in her hand, her eyes deep.

"To prepare for the wedding, there will be many processes that we need to confirm. If you go home too late, it may delay the progress."

"Oh, I see. I'll be back tomorrow after school."

Qi Jinran looked a little annoyed as she watched Wen Yuan enter the bedroom.

He obviously didn't want Wen Yuan to be so tired and wanted to pay attention to him. Why does it always change the taste every time it comes out of his mouth?

a few days later.

Across the ocean, in a gallery on the Champs-Élysées in Paris.

Countless flashes and media surrounded the handsome young man on the red carpet, accompanied by questions from reporters mixed in English and French.

"Mr. Ning, I heard that you will donate all the proceeds from the auction of this art exhibition to the Disabled Persons Fund Association. Is it true?"

"Yes, it is."

"Is there any reason behind your act of kindness?"

"I heard that you once had a Chinese boyfriend, and he seems to be physically disabled, so-"

"Sorry, it's time for questions."

Seeing that the handsome young man looked unhappy, the agent quickly stood in front of him and stopped the reporters for him.

"Please move to the main hall and enjoy the paintings. Thank you for your cooperation."

After dismissing the difficult reporter, the last smirk on Ning Shu's face was gone. With a cold face, he leaned against the wall, took the red wine handed by the manager, and took a few gulps.

"You drink less, it's not good if you are drunk and photographed by the media." The agent advised.

"It's boring, they can shoot if they want." Ning Shu's face was full of irritability.

"Did they mention... that upset you?"

Ning Shu didn't speak, he held the wine glass with his fingers and looked down at the shaking red wine, wondering what he was thinking.

The agent wanted to comfort him a few more words, but a cheerful and laughing voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Xiaoshu, I found you. I just finished the meeting, I'm a little late, sorry."

The speaker was a tall man in his early thirties. He was wearing a decent three-piece suit with a complicated Windsor knot around his neckline. He had a handsome face. He strode towards Ningshu, took out a velvet satin box from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"A present for you to celebrate your new painting."

Ningshu handed the wine glass to the manager, opened the box, and saw the shining ruby ​​cufflinks inside, expressionless.

"I can't keep the gifts you sent in my cloakroom, so don't give them away in the future."

Luo Haozin stared at his face with admiration in his eyes.

"Xiaoshu, you deserve the best things in the world, don't reject me, okay?"

Ning Shu twitched the corners of his mouth, said thank you, and accepted the box reluctantly.

After sending Luo Haozin to the front hall to look at the paintings, Ning Shu took the wine glass and went to the terrace.

The agent chased after him and said puzzled: "Xiaoshu, isn't Mr. Luo very good? After chasing you for two years, he has made a lot of money and is always on call. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Ning Shu looked at the spire of the church opposite and snorted softly.

"It's just a nouveau riche, not to mention that he looks like that. He obviously doesn't understand art at all, so he has to gossip and pretend to be a Monet fan. It really made me laugh."

The broker sighed.

"Xiaoshu, do you think every man can be as good as Qi Jinran?"

Hearing that name, Ning Shu's body froze, and the red wine that flowed into his throat seemed to have turned into ice, stabbing straight on his heart.

The agent knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, lowered his head, and did not dare to speak again.

"Yeah, you're right, no one can be like Qi Jinran..."

Ning Shu looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes missed and melancholy. Suddenly, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was a message from a small company in China.

—Qi Jinran is getting married, and the wedding will be held next month, you know?

Seeing that line of news, Ning Shu almost couldn't hold the wine glass in his hand.

Qi Jinran is getting married? How can it be! Obviously he hasn't had anyone around him in the past few years, why is he suddenly getting married?

Ning Shu's eyes were red, and he stared at the line of words on the screen.

"Xiaoshu, are you alright? What's wrong?" The manager noticed that he was in a wrong mood and asked with concern.

"Book a flight for me, I'm going home."

Ning Shu's voice was hoarse.

With trembling hands, he replied:

—Tell me, who is he marrying?

"Xiao Wen, there is your courier!"

"Come on, Sister Xue."

Wen Yuan dong dong ran down from the third floor and took the cardboard box in Xue Rong's hand. Inside are all the baking ingredients he bought. Like butter, cheese, and whipped cream, these are all raw materials with a short shelf life, and they have to be purchased every once in a while, so since he entered Le Cordon Bleu to study, the daily delivery has not stopped.

Wen Yuan was about to go upstairs holding the cardboard box when Xue Rong patted her arm.

"Xiao Wen, Mr. Qi has returned."

"Ah? Is it so early?"

Today's school is on holiday, so Wen Yuan stayed at home all day studying new desserts. He thought that Qi Jinran wouldn't come back so early in the company.

"Well, Mr. Qi went home early during this time, probably because you were there." Xue Rong smiled.

Back on the third floor, Wen Yuan's face was all red. Will Qi Jinran come back earlier because of him? Could it be because of planning a wedding...

Wen Yuan's mind was in a mess, and his heart was sweet and uneasy, for fear that he would have no time to rejoice. He didn't react until he heard the ding of the oven, and hurriedly put on heat-insulating gloves to get the soufflé inside.

As soon as he put the steaming soufflé on the chopping board, he turned around and saw a tall figure.

Qi Jinran stood at the door for an unknown period of time, when Jian Wenyuan noticed him and looked a little unnatural.

"Dinner is ready, let's eat."

He turned away.

Wen Yuan looked at Qi Jinran's back, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. Did this arrogant guy come to the third floor specifically to ask him to go down for dinner? Does this mean that he has a little weight in Qi Jinran's heart?

After dinner, it rained outside the window.

The rainy weather lasted for almost a week. Wen Yuan was worried about Qi Jinran's legs. Thinking of what Dr. Chen said last time, he couldn't help knocking on the door of the next bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Qi Jinran was wearing a thick nightgown, her expression pale.

"That..." Wen Yuan hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"Dr. Chen came to check on that day. I heard all your conversations. I'm sorry, because I was worried about your body and couldn't help listening to the corner..."

Qi Jinran's long eyelashes drooped down, not knowing what her expression was.

"so what?"

"So..." Wen Yuan's chest heaved a few times, opened his eyes wide, and looked at him with bright and transparent black eyes.

"Jin Ran, should we try and live in a bedroom?"

Qi Jinran's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Besides, we have all obtained the certificates, and if we live separately, is it not good to spread the word..."

Wen Yuan said everything in one breath. After speaking, he lowered his head and waited anxiously for Qi Jinran's answer.

Qi Jinran looked at his drooping eyelashes and black hair, because he was too nervous, Wen Yuan kept licking his lips, and the pale lips began to crack. Qi Jinran's eyes fell on his lips uncontrollably, and there was a raging fire burning in his chest.

"Okay."

"Come in tonight."

Wen Yuan looked up at him in disbelief.

"Move tonight...?" He didn't expect it to be so fast.

"It's fine if you don't want to."

Qi Jinran turned to close the door. Wen Yuan hurriedly reached out to hold the edge of the door, for fear that Qi Jinran would lock him out.

"Give me ten minutes, I'll be fine soon!"

He hurried back to his room, bringing his pajamas, water glass and toothbrush. Anyway, there is no need to rush to pack up the clothes. The two bedrooms are close to each other. It will be the same for him to come and change after he wakes up tomorrow.

"I'm ready!"

Putting his blue planet water cup with Qi Jinran's, Wen Yuan looked at the two cups side by side with joy in his heart.

Qi Jinran leaned against the bedside and read a book, and when she heard Wen Yuan's words, she had no expression, but a warm light floated in her black eyes.

Wen Yuan Hao Ha Ha Ha took a shower, dried her hair, changed her pajamas, and climbed onto the bed.

The headlights in the room have been turned off, leaving only a small night light. Wen Yuan saw Qi Jinran lying with her back to him, and couldn't help poking his shoulder.

"Jin Ran, are you asleep?"

"I was woken up by you even if I fell asleep." Qi Jinran said helplessly.

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

Wen Yuan lay down gently and turned off the night light. In the darkness, the breaths of the two were intertwined, and the cold air seemed to heat up.

Wen Yuan looked at the outline of Qi Jinran's slender back and couldn't help leaning over there. As soon as he touched Qi Jinran's shoulder, the man turned over and grabbed his arm.

"I... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." Wen Yuan thought that Qi Jinran didn't like to touch him casually.

Qi Jinran didn't speak, but moved his hand down and landed on his waist.

Wen Yuan's throat tightened.

He didn't light that scented candle either, how could Jin Ran suddenly be interested...

"Are there many classes tomorrow?"

He heard Qi Jinran's hoarse voice.

"Fortunately, there is only one afternoon session."

"Um."

After saying that word, Qi Jinran's body was pressed down, his deep black eyes were as dark as the sky outside the window, and he stared at Wen Yuan's face. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he suddenly reached out and touched Wen Yuan's cheek, then went down and into the collar of his pajamas.

Wen Yuan was made to cry out in pain.

"Light... light..."

Qi Jinran also realized his gaffe, retracted his hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"It does not matter."

Wen Yuan unbuttoned his pajamas by himself and took the initiative to stick it into his arms, his black eyes extremely bright.

"bring it on."

he said softly.

The author has something to say: Because it will be uploaded the day after tomorrow, it will be updated in advance tomorrow, at 12:00 noon. You can watch it earlier, okay?

PS: Regarding the predecessor of the cannon fodder, it will be solved in about three chapters, everyone relax.