After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

The night on the island is gentle and tender.

For Wen Yuan, it was like being in the center of a storm.

His body was constantly bumping and heaving in the storm, and his thoughts gradually became scattered, allowing Qi Jinran to control everything.

There were times when he kicked uncontrollably and accidentally touched Qi Jinran's mutilated right leg. The strange touch was fleeting, and he didn't even have time to think about what it was like before he was caught up in a new round of madness.

By the time everything subsided, it was already midnight.

Wen Yuan fell on the bed, panting slightly.

He felt that Qi Jinran's skills seemed to have improved. Compared with the last time, the pain in his body was significantly lessened this time.

The strong masculine smell in the room lingered, mixed with the smell of incense, making people dizzy.

Qi Jinran put on the prosthesis, got out of bed, and opened a window.

Wen Yuan looked at his silhouette in the dark, the moonlight poured in and fell on his sculpted profile face, so beautiful that it was not like a mortal.

"Want to take a bath?"

Qi Jinran walked to the bed and turned on the night light.

"Well, I'll just go by myself."

Wen Yuan didn't want to trouble Qi Jinran, he got out of the quilt, quickly put on his pajamas and shorts, and went to the bathroom.

In the hazy water vapor, Wen Yuan looked at the hickey on his body, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't stop.

The plan of pajamas Kaolin's Flower has already succeeded the first step!

Wen Xiaoyuan, you have to work hard! Don't be cowardly!

In two days, it will be Chinese New Year.

The housekeeper specially arranged the villa, pasted various Chinese-style window grilles and couplets, and hung red lanterns on the porch. The whole villa was filled with a festive atmosphere.

The afternoon before the new year, Wen Yuan and Ye Xia were in the kitchen preparing the fillings for dumplings.

Qi Jinran likes to eat dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork. Naturally, there is no such thing as shepherd's purse on the island. Wen Yuan specially asked her family to bring fresh shepherd's purse by air from the mainland.

Ye Xia looked at him sweating profusely from the stuffing, and joked: "Your dad likes to eat corn and pork stuffing, why don't you make more? Why do you just make stuffed shepherd's purse?"

Wen Yuan let out an "ah" and said ashamedly, "Then I'll make corn and pork in the next bowl."

"Okay, I still don't know what you're thinking."

Ye Xia rolled out the dumpling wrappers, approached Wen Yuan, and said softly, "Is it for Jin Ran?"

Wen Yuan lowered his eyes and said uncomfortably, "Yeah."

"Sure enough, this marriage, my heart goes to others, poor and humble old father and old mother."

"Mom..." Wen Yuan's face was helpless: "At the reunion dinner in the evening, I will cook everything you and Dad like to eat, okay?"

"Haha, I'm joking."

Ye Xia put down her rolling pin and scratched Wen Yuan's face lightly with her fingers.

"You and Jin Ran live happily, Mom is happier than anyone else."

"Um."

When the fillings and dumpling skins were ready, Ye Xia brought everything to the table outside and asked the whole family to make dumplings together.

"Yuan, don't be too busy, come and teach Jin Ran how to wrap!" Ye Xia said to Wen Yuan in the kitchen.

Qi Jinran has lived a pampered life since she was a child. It is not too much to say that her fingers do not touch the spring water at all. She has lived for nearly 30 years, and this is the first time she makes dumplings.

His fingers can outline various complex architectural models, but he lacks a little talent for making dumplings.

"is this okay?"

Qi Jinran showed Wen Yuan what she had wrapped.

Seeing the dumplings whose palms were crumpled into a ball and could not be distinguished at all, Wen Yuan smiled ruthlessly.

"Uh...a bit ugly."

Qi Jinran's face changed, and he threw the dumpling into the trash can and picked up a new dumpling wrapper.

"Look, you can't put too little or too much filling." Wen Yuan dipped water around the crust and showed him. His hands were extraordinarily skillful. With a pinch of his fingers, a bulging ingot-shaped dumpling quickly took shape.

"Have you learned?"

Qi Jinran nodded. Half a minute later, he made a huge dumpling with the filling almost bursting through the outer skin.

In Wen Yuan's shocked eyes, his face flushed like white jade, and he was about to continue throwing the failed dumpling into the trash, but was stopped by Wen Yuan.

"Don't throw it away, just press it and make it into a shepherd's purse cake."

Qi Jinran: …

What kind of dumplings does he make, just wrap the shepherd's purse box directly.

"Don't be discouraged, you just haven't cooked yet, you can't master how much stuffing to put in, and how to pinch the folds, just try a few more times."

Wen Yuan was very patient and taught him hand by hand. One of them taught attentively and the other studied seriously, almost forgetting that there were Wen Chengmin and his wife and Qi Donghui in the living room.

Qi Donghui glanced at Wen Chengmin with a smile.

"Chengmin, I was right at the beginning, aren't these two children a good fit?"

Wen Chengmin nodded in agreement, and said with emotion, "I never thought there would be such a day."

Ye Xia also smiled, with anticipation and joy in her eyes, "It seems that we can prepare for the wedding in March, and we must have a lively affair by then."

On the other side, under Wen Yuan's tireless teaching, Qi Jinran finally made a decent dumpling.

"Wow, you look better than mine!" Wen Yuan's expression was exaggerated, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of smiles.

Qi Jinran put the dumpling in the shape of Yuanbao into the bowl and saw the smile on Wen Yuan's face.

"You teach well."

"You are gifted."

The two began to blow each other's business.

After all the dumplings were wrapped, Wen Yuan started to help Ye Xia prepare the evening New Year's Eve dinner. Qi Jinran couldn't help much, she could only read on the porch and occasionally handle official business, which was disgusted by Qi Donghui.

"On the 30th day of the new year, what work do you still have to do! The computer is turned off for me!"

It was rare that Qi Jinran didn't confront him, so she obediently closed the computer.

"Go to the kitchen to see if Xiaoyuan and the others want to help."

"I've been there, and they said no."

Qi Donghui said with a "tsk": "Then go and cut some fruit for Xiaoyuan, squeeze his shoulders, don't let him get tired."

Qi Jinran looked hesitant.

"Why, my wife wants someone else to teach you to spoil you? I think when I was chasing your grandma, I tried every possible way..."

Qi Jinran: …

Went to the kitchen silently.

The fruit was not cut, but Ye Xia fed several chopsticks with braised pork and steamed fish.

"Jin Ran, how about a taste of my craft?"

"Well, it's delicious."

The braised pork is fat but not greasy and melts in your mouth. The steamed fish is also tender and glutinous, and the lips and teeth are fragrant. It seemed that Wen Yuan's craftsmanship was inherited from Ye Xia.

"It's delicious, you can sit outside and sit at ease. It will be ready to eat soon." Ye Xia smiled.

Wen Yuan buried his head in cutting vegetables and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Qi Jinran didn't want to disturb him either, and returned to the living room in frustration.

The New Year's Eve dinner is very rich, with eight dishes and one soup. The two families sat together and ate the food happily with smiles on their faces.

During the banquet, Qi Donghui gave Wen Yuan a thick red envelope. Wen Chengmin also stuffed Qi Jinran with a big red envelope.

"Although you are all grown ups, in our eyes, you are still the same as children. So I will continue to give the red envelopes." Wen Chengmin smiled and said, "I hope that in the new year, your small family will be able to grow more and more. The better come!"

"Thank you Dad." Qi Jinran's expression was a little moved.

After dinner, it was time to watch the Spring Festival Gala, a reserved program for New Year's Eve.

Wen Chengmin was the most restless. After watching two shows, he organized a poker game and asked Wen Yuan and Ye Xia to accompany him to fight landlords.

Wen Yuan is not good at branding, so he can only hold back Ye Xia. Qi Donghui couldn't look away, and poked Qi Jinran's arm.

"You teach Xiaoyuan."

When Qi Jinran stared at his card, Wen Yuan looked a little embarrassed.

"It's fine for me to fight by myself. Anyway, as a family, it's okay to lose."

"Your cards are not good, so don't be in a hurry, first hold steady and observe the cards on the table." Qi Jinran said in a low voice.

"Um."

"Don't worry if you get a good card. Guess the card in the opponent's hand, so as not to upset the opponent."

Under the guidance of Qi Jinran, Wen Yuan gradually improved and became a landlord several times.

Qi Donghui was old and couldn't stand it, so he went back to his room to sleep after eleven o'clock. Wen Chengmin and his wife were dizzy from playing cards and went for a walk on the beach, only Wen Yuan and Qi Jinran were left sitting in the living room.

The host of the Spring Festival Gala on TV was counting down excitedly. Wen Yuan was chewing sugar oranges in his mouth and staring at the screen without blinking. When 3, 2, and 1 were over, he suddenly heard a thud from outside, and countless numbers Golden fireworks bloom in the night sky.

"Jin Ran, look, they set off fireworks!" Wen Yuan was extremely excited.

Qi Jinran was dragged to the porch by him, the fireworks were still blooming, Wen Yuan looked up at the night sky, suddenly closed his eyes and put his hands together.

Qi Jinran quietly looked at his profile.

After making New Year's wishes, Wen Yuan opened his eyes with a big smile on his face, looking at Qi Jinran.

"Happy New Year!"

Qi Jinran hooked his lips.

"Happy New Year."

Wen Yuan looked at the rare smile on Qi Jinran's face, his heart was soft and tender, he couldn't help opening his arms and hugged him quickly.

"Be happy every day."

"Um."

After watching the fireworks and returning to the bedroom, it was past one o'clock in the morning. Wen Yuan was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep on the bed. Qi Jinran leaned against the edge of the bed, looked at his sleeping face, suddenly leaned over and kissed his face.

"You have to be happy every day."

…

Wen Yuan slept until after ten in the morning. When I woke up, the sky was bright and the warm sunlight poured in from the window.

The phone was stuffed with New Year's greetings. Except for the spam text messages, Wen Yuan replied all manually, and then posted on WeChat to send a big red envelope in the dormitory group.

Boss: @wen xiaoyuan. Thank you and happy new year(*^▽^*)

Second child: Thanks for the sponsorship of the gold master father! When I get the national award, I will invite you to dinner! cheers!

Ji Hong: Tsk tsk tsk, married people are just different, they are so generous!

Second child: I'm curious if the male **** is lying next to you... @文小元

Wen Yuan: Don't think about it, he's already up.

Ji Hong: Oh~~~

Ji Hong immediately sent a voice to chat with him privately.

"Are you living together for a few days?"

"Well, on vacation."

"Is there any progress?" Ji Hong looked like a worried old father.

Wen Yuan rubbed bare feet under the quilt, glanced at the pillow beside him, and typed the next line with a smile.

- The raw rice is cooked.

Ji Hong: Fuck! Is that what I meant? ?

Wen Yuan: Yes.

Ji Hong: Are you really asleep? ?

Wen Yuan: Keep your voice down, I don't have headphones.

Ji Hong: Ah ah ah! As expected of you! I'm going downstairs for a lap!

Ji Hong: Wait! How many times have you slept? There's no flaw in him...isn't it?

Wen Yuan: He is normal.

Wen Yuan: Don't ask for details, or you won't want to eat what I make in the future. [Threats] Ji Hong: woo woo woo old father's wish has finally come true... It's so good [Weeping] Wen Yuan: Get out!

After staying on the island for another three days, the two talents returned to Wancheng.

Before parting, the group first went to the cemetery in the southern suburbs. Qi Jinran's parents were buried there together.

The north wind was bleak. Wen Chengmin was wearing a black coat and holding a bottle of wine. Standing in front of the tombstone, he looked at the young face of the man in the black and white photo, with tears in his eyes.

"Time flies so fast, as soon as I close my eyes, I can still remember when we were both students, it seems like it was yesterday..."

"I said that I want to have a daughter after I get married. If you give birth to a son, the two of us can get married... I didn't expect it, but it really came true..."

"It's the daughter-in-law here, the gender is not right, hahahaha, don't be angry... But well, as long as the child is happy, the rest is not important..."

"It's you, you have to lie down, don't you come and see what your daughter-in-law is like?"

Wen Chengmin drank half of the wine in the bottle, poured the rest in front of the tombstone, and staggered to his feet.

"Xiaoyuan, come and kowtow to your Uncle Qi and Aunt Lin."

Wen Yuan held the flower in his hand, walked over, first placed the flower in front of the tombstone, then knelt in front of the photo, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

Wen Chengmin glanced at Qi Jinran who was silent behind him, then looked at the photo on the tombstone and smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, Jin Ran will also be my son in the future, and the godfather will be my biological father. I will take care of them for you."

Qi Donghui, with gray hair on his temples, was standing not far away, leaning on a cane, his eyes slightly red.

Wen Yuan felt particularly heavy after leaving the cemetery.

He has been doted on by his parents since he was a child. He has no worries about food and clothing, and everything goes smoothly. He never imagined what his life would be like if he lost the protection of his parents one day.

However, Jin Ran lost both his parents and a healthy leg when he was twelve years old. He couldn't imagine how he had survived such inhuman torture and pain.

At night, Wen Yuan was lying in bed alone, tossing and turning.

Back at Shuixieju, Wen Yuan was not used to the temperature of another person on the bed. But thinking that Qi Jinran was probably in a bad mood, Wen Yuan didn't bother him.

On the fifth day of junior high school, Blue Ribbon started school. Wen Yuan thought that he didn't have much time left for his vacation, and cherished this opportunity to learn baking even more. Often the school was gone, and he stayed in the classroom to practice.

This evening, he was thinking about how to make an English bread in the classroom when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, accompanied by a laughing voice.

"Are you the top student from T University?"

Wen Yuan's action of sprinkling flour paused, then turned to look at the person coming.

"You are?"

He looked at the black-haired youth with a high nose and deep eyes in confusion, and after meeting those green eyes, something flashed in his mind.

The window...he's the World YouthSkills winner in that picture in the school window!

"Recognize me?" The young man walked up to him with a smile, glanced at his table top, and frowned, "The temperature of your dough is not right, it will collapse after baking."

"But I'm according to the book—"

"Sure enough, I'm a nerd. I make this kind of thing by feel. Why do you believe in books?"

Wen Yuan laughed angrily and said helplessly, "Not everyone has your talent."

"So you're angry?" The young man saw Yuan ignore him, couldn't help but lean over and poke the dough on the table.

"Next time, don't use warm water, just use cold water below ten degrees to ensure the perfect shape."

Wen Yuan's heart moved. He had been using warm water and noodles before, because it was written in the book, but the taste and shape of the noodles were always wrong. Is it really a problem of water temperature...

"I'll try it next time." Wen Yuan put the dough into the fermentation pot.

"Let's get to know me. My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Huai. Just like you, I was a monk halfway through. I used to live in Cambridge, but I felt bored, so I dropped out of school and came here to learn western pastry."

"I didn't drop out of school." Wen Yuan was not very happy.

Zhang Huai laughed and forcibly shook hands with him.

"Trust me, it's cool to drop out of school, as long as you don't care that the tuition you throw in is wasted."

Wen Yuan:…

Wen Yuan just made his first friend at Le Cordon Bleu, saying that a friend is not quite right. Zhang White is a student of the advanced class and will be graduating soon. Occasionally, he will come to guide the students of their junior class, and he is more like a lively student. Escape teacher.

After school that day, Wen Yuan was waiting for the driver to pick him up at the school gate. He didn't stand for two minutes before being patted on the shoulder.

"Wen Yuan, Black Swan is going to open a branch in Wancheng. Do you want to visit the store on weekends?"

Zhang White appeared out of nowhere.

Black Swan is a famous high-end dessert shop in Germany, famous for its French desserts. He believed that Wen Yuan would be interested.

Sure enough, Wen Yuan showed a longing look, but before he spoke, the black Bentley Mulsanne had already driven to the school gate, and the rear window was lowered, revealing the handsome face of a man.

"Jin Ran!" Wen Yuan didn't expect that Qi Jinran would come to pick him up in person, and was very surprised.

Qi Jinran glanced at the green-eyed youth beside him and frowned, "Who is this?"

"He is the one I told you, that great genius, the champion of the World Youth Skills Competition!"

Zhang White was touted by Wen Yuan, and smiled very usefully, "Exaggerating, I'm just an ordinary baker. I don't know who this is?"

"he is me-"

Before Wen Yuan could finish speaking, Qi Jinran cut off the conversation.

"I am his husband."

His right hand wearing the ring was placed on the edge of the car window, and regardless of Zhang White's shocked expression, he hooked his fingers towards Wen Yuan.

"Get in the car and go home for dinner."

"Well, here we come."

Zhang White stood in the cold wind, looking at the black Bentley that was leaving, feeling very depressed.

It's not easy to have a good-looking child at school, but marry at an early age? !

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