Trapped in Spring Night

The first time Xia Cheng knew Wen Shinian's name was from a magazine brought by a volunteer teacher. The elegant and beautiful young man sat quietly in the center of the spotlight, with a faint sense of boredom in his cold eyes. The Vanity Fair that everyone was flocking to seemed to be just a fleeting cloud in his eyes. He became famous at a young age and is the proud son of heaven. Nothing more. When she saw him again, it was at a banquet. She was no different from a group of beautiful girls who wanted to make a career in the entertainment industry, and was even very inconspicuous. The elegant and dignified man sat opposite her, barely looking at her until she dropped her wallet, revealing her silhouette cut out from a magazine. "Like me?" "Then I'll give you a chance. Do you want to be with me?" — Wen Shinian was born into one of Beijing's top wealthy families. He won many awards once his works were exhibited, and he is known as a "natural artist." However, those who are familiar with him know that under his beautiful skin is an extreme lack of emotional stability. Compared to his works, he himself is more like a fragile work of art. No one could stay with him for more than three days. However, Xia Cheng has been with him for three years. She has picked up the most broken him, seen his most extreme tenderness under unstable emotions, and listened to his piety when he called "A Cheng" in her arms again and again. In the past three years, he has responded to her most blatant preferences, and has also protected her in the treacherous and ever-changing entertainment industry. The thing that others fought over was just a "yes or no" from her mouth. On the day she learned that he was about to get engaged, she suddenly received a remittance of 50 million, so she wisely carried her luggage and said goodbye to him: "Mr. Wen, thank you for taking care of me during this time. I am going to continue my unfinished studies that year. I wish you all the best for the rest of your life." — During the three years that Xia Cheng was studying abroad, she would send him New Year greetings text messages every year, but he never responded. She gradually stopped disturbing him. Later, when she returned to China as the youngest executive of a listed group, there were endless discussions about her. The cold and dignified man sat in the shareholders' seat without saying a word. For a time she thought he had forgotten her. Later, she was trapped in the mountains by heavy snow, and the cold and noble man walked dozens of kilometers alone, his black coat stained with wind and snow, and his tall and thin figure bowed to the low eaves: "A Cheng, have you ever thought that I didn't want to break up with you that day, but surrendered to you?" "Gentle and Paranoid Top Artist X Sober and Independent Mountain Female Star" SC, 1v1, Shuang Jie, no robbery, only gentle surrender, a gentle and affectionate Beijing boss who seduces the heroine with his sense of service. ——Please give me advance notice of the next book "Marriage is Not Must"—— Before the age of twenty-five, Song Chiyu had never thought that she would marry anyone other than Xie Yunjin - marry him, marry for love. But it ended up in the most embarrassing situation for her. Later, Song Chiyu, who had given up on love, was finally willing to accept the family's arrangements. However, on the day of the blind date, the date not only did not come, but also took a taxi and ran away overnight. So when the elders of the other party came to apologize, the little girl who was always kind to others began to rant: "Actually, I think you still have charm, uncle." The originally noisy dining table suddenly fell silent. Song Chiyu didn't know what the others were thinking, but he saw the man opposite Qingfeng Jiyue slowly opening the collar of his shirt and saying with a smile: "Really? If you don't mind, Miss Song, I can do it too." ** Qi Yanzhou, the youngest professor of archeology at Cheng'an University, was born in a humble background, but he has no ambitions. He looks like a humble gentleman to everyone, but in fact he has a cold temperament and a strong sense of boundaries lingering around him. After their marriage, Song Chiyu and Qi Yanzhou have always been as close as guests. Except for one meal on the day of receiving the certificate, we rarely saw each other the rest of the time. Even though she made it clear that she could fulfill her marital obligations with him, he never stayed overnight. Song Chiyu also didn't take his attitude to heart. They all knew that this was nothing more than an explanation to the elders on both sides. She once thought her life would go on peacefully like this, until she was transferred to the Gobi Desert to conduct archaeological research. She encountered a local "local snake" and needed to find a troublemaker in the northwest antique industry to solve the problem. In the antique world, everyone knows that beyond the Qinling Mountains, the Qi family belongs to the Qi family. The Qi family is not only a well-known top collector, but also the only speaker in the northwest. However, the current head of the family is extremely low-key. Except for large-scale donation ceremonies, he rarely shows up. He has always been only known by his name but never seen. Everyone was talking about this, and from a distance they saw a man in a jacket getting out of a jeep. With a slender figure and cold brows, he stood in the vast Gobi desert like an unshakable bluestone. Without even waiting for the project leader to speak, he slapped the "local snake" on the head. The gangster who was full of foul words a moment ago suddenly smiled broadly and kept saying "Master Qi". The noisy scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked frightened, thinking that a more ruthless character had arrived, but the man who was the talker of the Northwest Territory put out the cigarette in his hand without saying a word, tied the cuffs of his unbuttoned shirt, and looked at Song Chiyu, who had no presence in the crowd: "Miss Song, what a coincidence?" Song Chiyu, who ran to the northwest for support without consulting anyone, said: "..." Don't ask... It's really a coincidence to ask. ** In Song Chiyu's impression, Qi Yanzhou was a man of few desires and desires. In his eyes, everything seemed to be nothing more than a drop in the ocean. It wasn't until the third night he came to the northwest that he met Xie Yunjin riding a green leather train and braved a sandstorm to come to her to reunite. The man in Qingfeng Jiyue didn't say a word on the surface, but kissed her until she was breathless on the iron frame bed late at night. "Miss Song, he is love, so who am I? Song Chiyu, who was so kissed by him that he couldn't answer at all: "..." Later, she finally understood what it meant to do the most ruthless things in the gentlest tone. This man, no matter how cool the breeze is, is frighteningly jealous when he is jealous. "A big talker in the antique world x a gentle and reserved archaeological researcher" Intention: Love yourself first, then love others