"Who is behind the Night Lord's mask? Some say he was injured in a fire, but is that true?"
"Even if he was injured, his physique is like a model's, so perfect."
Hearing the murmurs, Wen Yan also subconsciously looked at the Night Lord.
They were dining with the production crew.
Director Han was fawning over him, showing his apprehension.
Wen Ya smiled gently, occasionally serving the Night Lord.
Seeing this, Xu Rujing scoffed, "What a green tea bitch."
"What's wrong?" Wen Yan keenly sensed Xu Rujing's emotions. "Do you know Wen Ya?"
"Know her? More than that," intense disgust flashed in her eyes. "She's a total green tea bitch."
Xu Rujing told Wen Yan her story.
It turned out Xu Rujing had a boyfriend she'd loved for years, and they were about to get married. Wen Ya's interference broke them up. Xu Rujing loved him dearly, but he seemed utterly infatuated with Wen Ya.
Wen Yan hadn't expected this.
"However, her background is too high-class," Xu Rujing said with a hint of despair. "I think no man could refuse her."
"By the way, why does she call you sister?" she suddenly remembered.
Wen Yan didn't hide it and revealed her identity. Xu Rujing was surprised but also expressed sympathy, saying Wen Ya would never treat her well.
Wen Yan said nothing.
After the meal, she prepared to leave.
As she passed Wen Ya, she was suddenly tripped. Wen Yan instantly stumbled towards the ground.
Wen Ya feigned surprise, "Sister!"
But she didn't reach out. Instead, another strong hand quickly grabbed the girl's waist, letting her fall directly into his embrace. Wen Yan felt dizzy and disoriented. When she came to her senses, she was leaning against the man, gazing at his handsome and charming face, momentarily stunned.
Sunlight streamed down.
Gilding their profiles.
Such a beautiful scene, unexpectedly harmonious. Someone instinctively took out their phone to take a picture.
Wen Ya was also stunned. A second later, the Night Lord released Wen Yan. "Be careful."
Wen Yan's face flushed slightly. "Thank you."
Wen Ya also said, "Sister, you need to be careful. Why are you so absent-minded when you walk?"
"I also find it strange. The path was flat, and suddenly something stretched out," Wen Yan looked at her, shamelessly exposing her.
Wen Ya acted innocent. "How strange. But thanks to the Night Lord, otherwise, Sister might have gotten hurt. I'll thank the Night Lord on behalf of my sister."
Wen Yan couldn't help but want to roll her eyes. She hadn't realized Wen Ya was so much of a white lotus before. She left the film crew directly, preparing to take a taxi to the company. A black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.
Wen Yan didn't really want to get in, but the other party didn't leave. She had no choice but to get in.
In the back seat, there was only the man.
Wen Yan remained silent. The luxury car drove all the way to the company.
She thanked him and got out, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"What?"
"Don't you have anything to say?" the man's tone deepened slightly.
Wen Yan was a little confused. "What should I say?"
The man's aura was sharp.
He was with another woman, and Wen Yan had no reaction?
In the silence, Wen Yan pulled her hand back. "Thank you for driving me to the company. I need to get back to work."
With that, she got out of the car. The Night Lord's eyes followed the woman's retreating figure, gradually turning frosty.
Why didn't she care at all?
Wen Yan felt a little uncomfortable, but thinking of her mother's past interactions with her father, she swallowed down her displeasure.
She remembered her mother throwing things hysterically and arguing with her father, while her father would storm out, growing more and more disgusted with her mother, and then with her and her younger brother. Their marriage eventually broke down, leaving a deep scar on her young heart.
When two people are together, the most important things are happiness and mutual trust.
If it truly reached the point of breakdown, parting was better than constant arguments.
The afternoon passed quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to get off work. Upon arriving home, Wen Yan made dinner for the first time in a while, waiting for Leng Xunze to return and eat with her.
Leng Xunze returned after eight o'clock.
The man, dressed in a simple t-shirt and trousers, looked even more agile and tall. He smelled of sweat, as if he had just returned from a busy day at the construction site.
Wen Yan already knew his secret, so there was no need for him to pretend with her. But why was Leng Xunze still so cautious?
Her heart was filled with questions, but Wen Yan didn't ask. After dinner, Leng Xunze went to wash the dishes, and she opened her laptop and logged into her account.
"I'm going to stream in a bit. Can I trouble you to stay in the living room for a while?" Wen Yan said.
A low voice came from the kitchen, "Okay."
Wen Yan then started her stream with peace of mind, and also informed Mr. William.
She was working here, and Leng Xunze was washing dishes. For some reason, she felt a sense of homey warmth.
As soon as she started streaming, many loyal fans poured in.
"Wife, wife, ooh, finally waiting for wife to stream."
"Wife is here, reporting to wife, thinking of you every day."
"Can wife stream more often? I want to fall asleep listening to your singing every day."
Wen Yan smiled at their messages but didn't reply. She chose a song and began to sing.
Her clear and pleasant voice filled the air, bringing comfort to both body and soul. Leng Xunze walked into the living room, listening to the girl sing. He entered her stream and his face immediately turned green upon seeing the comment section.
"Sucking up to wife, your singing is still so beautiful, I really want to kiss you."
"How many times have I said it? Don't talk nonsense. She hasn't been streaming recently because she's been coaxing me."
"Damn it, everyone, get out of the way and let me have a turn. I don't have diabetes, and I won't let him taste any sweetness!"
Leng Xunze's fists clenched instantly.
What wife?
Whose wife was she?
Even if her account name was blocked, the comment section couldn't be silenced. It was infuriating.
However, the girl's voice was exceptionally beautiful, even better than it sounded on the phone.
He sent a message.
"Everyone, stop dreaming. This is my wife, and she's singing for me at home right now. Her voice is so beautiful."
A moment later, Leng Xunze was bombarded with dozens of replies.
"LOL, brother, how many drinks have you had to be like this?"
"Haven't you slept yet and you're already dreaming?"
"Fighting me for my wife? Left hook, right hook! Uppercut, hook!"
Leng Xunze's temples throbbed.
These people!
Suddenly, the previously harmonious and lively comment section was flooded with a large amount of vulgar remarks.
"What kind of garbage is she singing? So bad, spit!"
"Don't you feel disgusted fawning over a guy with smelly feet?"
"These fans have such heavy tastes, LOL. You guys still don't know, this Yunyun is actually an ugly woman?"
"The photos are out. Yunyun, stop pretending."
"What are these haters talking about? When did Yunyun's photos come out?"
"Brothers, they're really out. Go take a look. My heart is shattered. I never expected Yunyun to be like this."
"So disgusting, I can't believe I've been following someone like this."
Wen Yan, who was singing, also sensed something was wrong. She frowned, picked up her phone, and searched online. She discovered she had actually made it onto the hot search list of this platform. Upon clicking, she saw a blogger exposing her.
"The True Face of Your So-Called Pure Goddess Yunyun."
A video composed of several photos narrated Yunyun's story from childhood to adulthood.
And those photos were extremely ugly. Not only were they ugly, but her eyes also looked incredibly lewd.
Wen Yan watched, only thinking, "???"