CH 64

Wen Li's behavior and style were really completely different from others.

Even when she wants to be coaxed, she arrogantly demanded it, not making you feel like she was pleading with you, but rather reluctantly granting you this favor, as if you should be grateful to her, not the other way around.

When faced with someone equally arrogant, like Wen Yan, both of them clashed. They both knew that the other had a personality that responded better to gentleness than force, but neither of them was willing to back down. They often had unpleasant arguments over minor conflicts.

That's why Wen Li didn't like going back to the Wen family. She didn't see the point in returning to be scolded for no reason.

Song Yan was also a very proud person, at least he was, ten years ago. So at that time, Wen Li didn't get along with him either. Although they had a lot of contact, alone time, conversations, and even an accidental first kiss, not even Bai Sen dared to say that their relationship was good back then.

If it were the Song Yan from back then, faced with her current attitude, he would probably have already dumped her.

Song Yan raised the partition that blocked the view of the two managers in the front seat and held her in his arms, "Okay, I'll coax you."

Even in her drunken state, Wen Li could feel his indulgence. No matter how noble a cat's lineage was, it wasn't always arrogant. It would sometimes groom its fur and straighten its whiskers. Although it still maintained its demeanor, the tone had changed.

She grumbled again and complained, "Hmph, is that all? Who do you think I am? Am I that easy to coax?"

Song Yan tried a different approach to coax her.

In just a few seconds, she said again, "Is it still considered a kiss if you don't stick out your tongue? Song Yan, can you do it or not?"

Song Yan sighed. Dealing with a person who wasn't drunk but acting drunk made him wish he was drunk too. At least then he could ignore the other two people in the car and not have to suppress his own increased breathing during their deep, intertwined kisses. He also had to distract himself to take care of this drunkard, using his lips and tongue to firmly silence her fragmented words, so that she wouldn't suddenly sober up and jump out of the car.

The partition could block their view but not their voices. The two managers had plenty of life experience and had seen all sorts of situations in the world of emotions. They had dealt with artists who were even more promiscuous in private than this. But this was the first time they had seen their current artists behave like this in private.

Ke Bin knew that Song Yan always maintained a proper distance when working with female artists. Most of the female artists he had worked with were already excellent on their own, so they wouldn't throw themselves at him. After hinting or suggesting something, if Song Yan didn't respond, they would just smile and let it go.

Lu Dan also knew what kind of person Wen Li was. She had worked with many male artists, and there had been plenty of CP rumors, but none of them had actually sparked any romance. That was because this person had such high standards that she looked down on anyone who showed interest in her, regardless of whether she was interested in them or not.

So love was really not a good thing. Even the most rational person could become absurd when tempted, and the proudest person could become clingy.

Listening to the deliberately suppressed rustling sound from the backseat, Ke Bin's mouth was clenched to the point of stiffness. He had to free one hand to rub his chin.

Lu Dan scratched her nose and then her hairline. Finally, she covered her mouth, which was sore from smiling, and firmly fixed her eyes on the window. There was no silver lining in pretending to be deaf.

All because of this drunken Wen Li, the three sober people in the car felt awkward throughout the journey.

But what was the point of arguing with a drunkard? After she sobered up, the one who would feel awkward would be her. This was called karma; the heavens would not spare anyone.

The car soon arrived at home. The drunken person's body felt unusually heavy. Lu Dan was afraid that Song Yan wouldn't be able to support her alone, so she also got out of the car and intended to help support her.

Wen Li's eyelids were half closed because of the alcohol. Perhaps she couldn't breathe through her nose in her drunken state as her slightly swollen lips were open. Since they had a dinner engagement today, she deliberately applied long-lasting lip gloss. Female celebrities had to pay attention to their image, so she ate gracefully and avoided oily dishes. When she just got into the car, her lip gloss was still intact, but now it was almost completely gone. The blurred color was smeared across her lip line, creating a large patch of pink.

Originally, Lu Dan thought that her artist was taking advantage of Song Yan while drunk. But now, seeing her without her usual delicate appearance, she looked a bit disheveled and vulnerable. For a moment, she didn't know who was bullying whom.

Wen Li couldn't even stand steadily; her thin legs seemed as if they were about to break. Wearing high heels, she twisted her ankles several times. Since Song Yan couldn't support her, he simply bent down, scooped her leg, and directly carried her in a princess hold.

Lu Dan took Wen Li's bag from the car while Ke Bin locked the car. The two managers dutifully accompanied Song Yan and Wen Li into the elevator.

Although their residential complex had good security facilities, and many celebrities had bought houses there, it was still the marriage house of two top-tier A-list celebrities. They had been harassed by the crazy fans in the past, so as a precaution, it was safer for the managers to accompany them until they entered their home.

Song Yan held Wen Li in a princess carry, but she wasn't behaving properly either. Her legs in high heels kicked around, resembling lethal weapons.

Ke Bin and Lu Dan kept their distance, afraid of being kicked by her.

It was Song Yan who finally spoke, "Stop kicking."

Wen Li replied, "If you give me a kiss, I won't kick anymore."

Ke Bin couldn't bear to watch, while Lu Dan worried that Wen Li might feel humiliated and do something drastic when she sobered up.

Finally, they reached the doorstep of the house and Lu Dan helped enter the password. Just as they were about to go inside, Song Yan put Wen Li down.

He carried her all the way to the doorstep and now he put her down?

Wen Li was clearly dissatisfied and grabbed onto Song Yan's clothes.

Song Yan explained, "We're home. There are program's cameras."

Wen Li blinked and understood.

"Yes, we can't let them capture us."

Both managers couldn't help but curl their lips.

How come they were so concerned about privacy now? Didn't they pay attention to it in the car just now? Did they really think they were dead?

With their artists safely home, the two managers fulfilled their duty and left in the elevator. When they glanced at each other, they awkwardly smiled.

After hesitating for a moment, Ke Bin asked, "Sister Dan, do you think we should invalidate their agreement?"

Lu Dan shrugged and said, "They haven't seen each other much in the past two years, but now they've sparked chemistry on a variety show. If this marriage works out, we might have to give Director Yan a matchmaking fee."

As they were speaking, Director Yan, who had come to inspect from another couple's home, happened to walk by.

"They're back?"

Getting confirmation from the managers, Director Yan immediately took out his phone intending to shout in the work group chat, asking Team A to turn on the camera.

The response in the group chat came instantly: 「But as soon as Mr. Song came home, he turned off the external camera switch.」

Director Yan sighed deeply, feeling frustrated. He couldn't help but complain to the two managers, "I mean, they're legally married and they're both actors. They usually face the camera a lot, so why are they so thin-skinned in private? We definitely won't film anything that shouldn't be filmed, but they won't even let us film what we can, making us feel like a paparazzi."

They weren't necessarily thin-skinned. They were quite thick-skinned in the car just now. It was just Director Yan's bad luck that he couldn't even enjoy their public display of affection.

After all, the managers had to stand on their artists' side, so they could only force a smile and reassure Director Yan that this was how audiences were nowadays. If their stars were too cooperative, the audience would find it boring. They needed this kind of teasing, heart-scratching relationship for the audience to enjoy the sweet moments themselves. Only then could the CP last long.

Also, maybe it's because of this that the second season of [In This World With You] and the Salt Grain couple became popular. Nowadays, audiences can't be indulged, they need to be teased. Only then can the program's ratings be guaranteed.

Director Yan's mood improved a lot, but he still sighed, "Teasing the audience is fine, but can't they stop teasing me all the time?"

Lu Dan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're not a fan of the CP, why would they tease you?"

"..."

Director Yan thought to himself: Yes, I'm not a fan of the couple, so why am I so emotionally invested in this?

In the end, Director Yan concluded that Song Yan and Wen Li were toxic. They even made a nearly fifty-year-old man like him act like a young girl.

——

"Did you turn it off?"

Wen Li asked while lying on the sofa.

Song Yan poured a glass of warm water and walked over, handing it to her, "Yes."

She sat up, holding the glass with both hands, and gulped the water down her throat. The warm water slid down, relieving her slight nausea.

Like a child who just drank her milk, Wen Li smacked her lips in satisfaction, put down the glass, and patted the sofa, "Come over and sit."

Song Yan didn't know if she had sobered up yet. Some people, when drunk, completely lose their rationality and go crazy all the way, while others become intermittently sober and confused, speaking and acting normal at times, and abnormal at other times. Wen Li seemed to belong to the latter category.

"Are you feeling better?" Song Yan touched her face, which was still burning hot, and furrowed his brow slightly, "Why is your face so hot?"

Wen Li stared at him directly and said, "Because it's hot."

"Then I'll lower the temperature of the air conditioner."

He was about to get the remote control when she suddenly pounced on him, still in a daze. She pressed him onto the sofa, cupped his face, and kissed his firm nose.

"Are you stupid?" Wen Li raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice, "I'm hot not because of the temperature, but because you're by my side, my heart is so hot."

Song Yan clearly hadn't witnessed such a sleazy move before and his expression was complicated.

Fortunately, Wen Li was the one saying it. Despite the sleaziness, it still sounded good.

"Can we talk normally?"

Wen Li suddenly stared, pinching her throat and asking, "Hey, do you have a problem with me speaking like this?"

"Drunkard, who are you calling 'hey'?" Song Yan's throat vibrated as he laughed, lightly pinching her face, "Speak properly, or else your senior will beat you."

"I am speaking properly. I'm speaking from the heart," Wen Li pounded her chest with her hand, intoxicated by the alcohol, speaking without thinking, "I've wanted to say these things for a long time. Every time I see you, my heart beats so fast, unlike when I'm acting with others. When I'm acting with others, I know it's work, and there's no fluctuation in my heart. But when I act with you, I can't help but break character. Even though it's the male lead confessing to the female lead in the play, I always shamelessly feel like it's you confessing to me."

"It's all your fault. I don't feel like a professional actor anymore. How am I supposed to transition and win an award for Best Actress?" Wen Li hiccupped again, complaining with a bitter face, "But 'Ice City' is your script too. What if I can't act well because of your influence?"

Song Yan moved his Adam's apple, speaking hoarsely, "Then I won't act. You can act instead, how about that?"

Wen Li shook her head decisively, "No, you still have to act. It's such a good script, and I want to act with you."

Song Yan asked slowly, "What if I bring you trouble?"

"If you bring me trouble, then so be it," Wen Li firmly embraced his neck, mumbling, "I'm willing to be troubled by you."

Song Yan patted the back of her head, feeling filled to the brim with her words. Even though the drunkard's words were alcohol-induced, they were highly impactful.

Normally, a timid person becomes straightforward and irresistible when drunk.

"I'm not professional either because I've also lost my composure," He turned his head and kissed her ear, "Because I was confessing to you under the pretext of acting."

"Hmph, I knew it," Wen Li grabbed his collar and commanded dominantly, "For this 'Ice City', I'll compete with Tang Jiaren. You must support me unconditionally, understand?"

Song Yan chuckled, "Of course."

"You're so obedient," She kissed his face again, "I really like you."

Song Yan laughed softly, saying, "I didn't hear clearly."

Thinking that he genuinely didn't hear, she said again, "I really like you."

"I didn't hear clearly."

"I really like you!"

They repeated this several times, and Wen Li got tired of it. She complained discontentedly, "Are you deaf?"

"When you sober up, you won't say it anymore," Song Yan said firmly, "I want to hear it enough times now."

"Hmph, dream on. I won't say it again."

Wen Li leaned on him, truly not saying anything.

The two of them were quietly squeezed together on the sofa, one lying down and one lying flat. Just when Song Yan thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly asked a random question.

"Teacher Song, were you short of money before?"

If he wasn't short of money, why would he go into acting? And he even asked Yu Weiguang if he could earn money by acting.

"If you were short of money, you could have asked me to borrow some. I have money," Wen Li said softly. But after thinking for a moment, she lowered her eyelids in disappointment, "Oh, you wouldn't ask me to borrow money. You used to dislike me. If you really needed to borrow money, you would definitely go to Brother Bai Sen, so how could you come to me?"

Before Song Yan could say anything, Wen Li fell into her own thoughts. Her mind was dizzy, and she said things without any logic, speaking wherever her thoughts took her.

"So why did you dislike me back then? I was pretty too, and many people liked me. I would be confessed to twice a week on average," she couldn't understand, saying defiantly, "What kind of taste do you have? Do you like men?"

Only the question of sexual orientation could explain why Song Yan didn't like her back then. It definitely wasn't because of her lack of charm; it must have been Song Yan's problem.

"Before, you agreed to marry me because someone said you were gay, and you married me to prove you're not gay," Wen Li became more and more convinced of her guess, her tone shocked, "I can't believe I made you straight. I have such great charm."

She could still boast about herself after going through such a long detour, truly worthy of her narcissism.

Song Yan felt it necessary to clarify and sighed, saying, "I'm straight."

Wen Li looked at him skeptically, "How can you prove it?"

Song Yan took her hand and placed his most vulnerable area in her hand. As she touched what was supposed to be proof, The man's face suddenly became stiff. He exhaled heavily from his throat, his eyes darkened.

He raised his eyebrows with a hint of desire, and said to her:

"How long it stays hard depends on how long you touch it. Is it enough proof for you?"