After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Wen Yuan finished his guitar practice in the rehearsal room, and the clock on the wall pointed exactly to 4:10. Thinking of Qi Jinran's advice, he packed up his things, came out of the music club, and rode his bicycle to the Science and Technology Museum.

The other three people in the dormitory had already arrived, and when they saw Wen Yuan at the door, they all waved to him.

"Wen Yuan, do you have a seat? We have one left over here, do you want to sit?"

Wen Yuan smiled embarrassedly, "Jin Ran reserved a front row seat for me, sorry."

Ji Hong joked, "It's just different for people who have a husband. It seems that we don't need to worry about you."

"Come in, Jin Ran's speech will start soon."

The lecture hall of the Science and Technology Museum was already full of students from the school, and the front row was filled with seats for leaders and well-known alumni. Wen Yuan greeted several school leaders and sat down in the first row with some embarrassment.

The principal didn't know him very well. Seeing him sitting in the middle seat, he couldn't help but say, "This classmate, are you sitting in the wrong place? This seems to be the seat of Qi Jinran's family, right?"

Before, Qi Jinran mentioned that he had married, but did not say the gender of the other half. Therefore, the principal didn't think about Qi Jinran's partner to be of the same **** at all.

Although the principal didn't know him well, Wen Yuan knew him. The boy smiled embarrassedly, "Principal, I'm actually Qi Jinran's family."

The principal looked at him in disbelief, "You?"

He looked down, and soon saw the sparkling diamonds on Wen Yuan's hand, and he immediately understood everything.

"Oh, it turns out that I misunderstood, that little classmate, sit down quickly."

This Jin Ran, looking for a wife even found a student from the school, this kid's tone is quite tight. However, it is considered that the fat water does not flow into the field of outsiders. The principal sighed inwardly.

There was a sound on the stage, Wen Yuan looked up and found that it was a tall and handsome man striding onto the podium. Qi Jinran stood still behind the podium decorated with flowers, his eyes dropped slightly, he glanced at the seats in the front row, and after meeting Wen Yuan's gaze, his deep black eyes were suddenly dyed with a very shallow smile.

Qi Jinran straightened the collar of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves slightly, and the silver cufflinks shone in the light, indescribably noble and elegant. Seeing him appear, the students in the middle and back row cheered excitedly, especially the girls in the back. Some even raised a banner with his portrait and shouted his name.

The man smiled slightly and signaled the audience to be quiet. He tried the microphone and started to speak.

"Dear classmates, alumni, and leaders. Hello everyone, this is my second time coming to my alma mater. I still remember that the last time I came was last year. Although the school carried too many precious memories, I didn't come back for seven years. , At that time, the school was still a little strange to me. But this time my mentality is completely different, because the most important person to me is here.”

He paused for a moment as he spoke, and looked at Wen Yuan under the stage. A girl in the middle couldn't help but started to coax and called out Wen Yuan's name.

Wen Yuan sat in the chair and felt the eyes of the surrounding school leaders shooting at him. His cheeks were red and smoking, and he couldn't help covering half of his face with his hands.

How could he have thought that Qi Jinran would express his intentions to him indirectly in front of so many people.

The man waited for the audience to calm down before clearing his throat and continued, "I believe that every classmate has a similar experience with me. We like a school and a city, not just because of itself. , but because of the memories and emotions it carries. Because we are in the school or in the city. We have met all kinds of people and have rich and colorful life experiences, which makes the school and the city more precious. I think the meaning of architecture is also the same. Architecture provides a space for people to live and communicate, making the cold steel and concrete meaningful...

Wen Yuan looked at the handsome and handsome man on the stage, only to think that he was like a dazzling luminous body, shining under the spotlight. The man's eloquence is excellent, his logic is clear, but the content of his speech is not dry preaching, but cites various vivid examples to demonstrate, and the students in the audience listen with great interest.

"Principal, have you noticed that Jin Ran's speech this time is much more interesting than the last time." The vice-principal laughed aside.

"Yeah, the last time I asked Jin Ran to speak, he was reluctant. I asked Lao Liu to invite him for a long time before he came over. This time is different. I just sent the school celebration notice, and they took the initiative. Come and ask me if I want to give a speech. It seems that I have become a family, which is really different."

Although the school leaders didn't mention him at all, Wen Yuan always felt that they meant something. When Qi Jinran's speech was over, his face was still hot, and the heat couldn't go away.

After the alumni speeches were over, the school leaders came to the stage to speak, and then the whole opening ceremony of the school celebration was over, and the highlight was the school celebration party in the evening.

Wen Yuan followed the people out of the Science and Technology Hall, and was about to go to the backstage to find a man when someone bumped his arm. He was walking unsteadily, and his center of gravity was instantly unbalanced. When he almost fell forward, a pair of arms supported him. he.

"Are you OK?"

Wen Yuan turned his head and found that it was a man wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap. The inexplicable sense of familiarity made Wen Yuan look down. The line of the lower jaw was familiar to him, and Wen Yuan immediately recognized that this person was Zhou Yunqing.

As if facing a great enemy, he quickly shook off Zhou Yunqing's hand.

"I helped you anyway, you don't need to be so indifferent to me, right?" Zhou Yunqing said with a wry smile.

"What's wrong with your legs? Why are you walking like this?"

Zhou Yunqing had been filming in the crew before, so he did not know the news of Wen Yuan's car accident.

"It's just a small car accident, it's nothing." Wen Yuan didn't want to tell him more, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the backstage.

Zhou Yunqing strode up to catch up and asked behind him, "How did Qi Jinran take care of you? Your legs are already like this. He didn't let you rest at home, but he even let you come to school?"

"Mr. Zhou, this doesn't seem to be your business, right?" Qi Jinran came out at some point and looked at Zhou Yunqing coldly.

Seeing the man appear, Wen Yuan hurriedly walked in front of him.

"Jin Ran, your speech just now was really wonderful. I learned a lot after listening to it." Wen Yuan was full of admiration.

Zhou Yunqing looked at Wen Yuan who completely regarded himself as nothing, and couldn't help feeling a little bitter.

"Fortunately, I just talked about something casually. Are you hungry? Why don't we go to dinner first, and you have to perform at night."

The two were talking on their own, and no one paid attention to Zhou Yunqing. The man's chest heaved up and down a few times, and he wanted to go forward and provoke a few more words, but the phone rang.

"My little ancestor, where have you gone? Do you know that you will have dinner with Director Wang and the others later?" The manager's anxious voice came from the other end.

"Okay, I know, I've already returned to my alma mater, can't I have some personal freedom?" Zhou Yunqing frowned, very upset.

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly thought of something, Zhou Yunqing smiled and walked to Wen Yuan's side.

"Wen Yuan, see you tonight then."

Anyway, he also wants to perform a show, and is not afraid that he will not have a chance to talk to Wen Yuan backstage.

Seeing Zhou Yunqing get into the nanny car, Qi Jinran's expression was very gloomy.

He still made a wrong step. He didn't expect that Zhou Yunqing would also perform at the school celebration party.

"Jin Ran, what are you thinking? Let's go eat."

Qi Jinran recovered, nodded, and followed Wen Yuan into the car.

The school celebration party starts at 7:30. When the sky above was a deep blue, the auditorium was already full of alumni and students watching the party. Considering the inconvenience of Wen Yuan's legs, the person in charge of the party did not arrange him to be the last finale, but to a higher position.

While Wen Yuan was tuning his guitar in the backstage lounge, a figure suddenly came over.

"Do you need my help?"

Wen Yuan turned his head and saw that the rest of the lounge had already left at some point, only Zhou Yunqing was standing in front of him.

"No, Zhou Daxing's appearance fee is so expensive, I dare not ask you to help."

"Xiaoyuan, do you still have any resentment towards me?" Zhou Yunqing looked at him with a confused expression.

He wished that Wen Yuan still hated him, at least, it showed that Wen Yuan still cared about him.

"I heard that your wedding with Qi Jinran was canceled. Is it because of your leg injury? I was right before, he really isn't someone worthy of trust."

"Whether it's worth entrusting, I know better than you." Wen Yuan lowered his eyelashes and plucked the strings of his guitar.

"Zhou Daxing stayed here alone, not afraid of being photographed by the gossip tabloids and making news headlines tomorrow?" The boy's tone was sarcastic.

"Xiaoyuan, are you worried about my image?"

"Don't be too sentimental, I don't want to appear in any tabloid with you."

Zhou Yunqing smiled indifferently. He entered the entertainment industry for Wen Yuan, but now he seems to find that even though he has become popular and has dozens of times more wealth and influence than before, Wen Yuan still seems unable to forgive him.

That Qi Jinran is so good, is it worth Wen Yuan paying so much for him?

"Your legs are already like this, is it because Qi Jinran asked you to perform on stage?"

Wen Yuan looked at him blankly, "You're wrong, he's different from you, he won't force me to do anything, I left some regrets in the last performance, I want to sing it to him this time. "

Zhou Yunqing was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Wen Yuan, you should be on stage next. Come out and wait." It was the voice of the hostess.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Wen Yuan carried the guitar, bypassed Zhou Yunqing, and strode over.

Zhou Yunqing put on a cap and sunglasses, and followed him worriedly. He could see that Wen Yuan's right leg was obviously unable to bear normal force when he walked. He was afraid that something would happen to him, so he simply stared at him from the audience.

Wen Yuan waited for the host to finish the announcement, and then walked to the center of the stage. A high stool had been prepared there, and he stood in front of it, holding the guitar to his chest, and the spotlight above his head shot down, lining his handsome and soft face.

The boys wore simple white shirts and blue jeans, as clean and fresh as a ray of summer wind. Qi Jinran raised her head slightly, and saw the boy's black eyes staring at him, with a bright smile in his eyes.

Qi Jinran seemed to have returned to the night of the New Year's Day party in an instant, that moment when his heart was pounding and he was at a loss. It was just that night, he didn't dare to look directly at Wen Yuan's face on the stage, as if he was afraid that he would fall into those clear and transparent eyes. But today, he can look directly into the boy's eyes without hesitation, and all the unspeakable love is in the sight of the intersection.

Wen Yuan bowed to the audience, plucked the guitar, returned to his seat, adjusted the microphone, and started to sing.

This time he chose an ethereal and brisk English song with a catchy melody. As the chords of the guitar were plucked, the soft and magnetic singing slowly sounded over the auditorium: It\'salonely, lonely, lonely, lonelyNight .

ineedalittledistraction.youarheone.

alittledistraction…

The audience was soon immersed in his beautiful singing. For a while, the audience was so silent that needles fell, and the fans of Wen Yuan in the back row raised their hands unconsciously. Shake slowly. Wen Yuan looked at the flashlights under the stage, thinking that the man was watching him in the front row, and the singing became more and more gentle.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause, and even the audience was immersed in his singing, unable to extricate themselves, and shouted for another song.

After Wen Yuan thanked him, he was about to step down when he suddenly found that Zhou Yunqing was standing under the stage.

Carrying the guitar, he slowed down, walked down the steps carefully, and was about to take the last step. When he stepped on the flat ground, on the other side, the president of the music club, Su Nian, was pushing a small cart with various music equipment. come over.

He thought that Su Nian should avoid him, but he didn't expect the cart to drive straight towards him. Wen Yuan was unable to dodge, and was brushed by the corner of the cart, his body lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Several staff members rushed over and looked at him with concern, "Wen Yuan, are you alright? Can you still stand up?"

"Su Nian, what did you do? Why did you push the car over when you saw Wen Yuan was about to step down?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, it's just that I didn't grasp the direction just now." Su Nian blinked his eyes and said a little aggrieved.

"It's just a scratch. I didn't know he wouldn't be able to stand still."

"His leg was injured, do you really not know or not?" A cold voice sounded in Su Nian's ear. The girl turned her head and saw that the person who was speaking was actually Zhou Yunqing, her eyes glowed with excitement.

"Senior Brother Zhou, why are you here?" If he hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have been able to recognize him for a while just by his appearance in a peaked cap and sunglasses.

Zhou Yunqing didn't bother to pay attention to her, so he walked directly through the crowd, walked to Wen Yuan, bent down, and looked at him with concern, "How are your legs? Can you still stand up? Do you want me to hug you?"

"No, I can go by myself." Wen Yuan didn't want to have any contact with him at all.

He looked up at Su Nian, his eyes a little cold. The previous time, Su Nian sneered at her and sneered at her. He could bear it. After all, she was a girl, and he didn't want to care about him. But this time he couldn't bear it anymore.

"President Su, I'm sorry, from now on, I will quit the music club."

"Retire as soon as you retire, our society is not short of you." The girl was a little upset.

She felt that Wen Yuan was too pretentious, and she was still in front of Zhou Yunqing. She clearly saw that his legs could walk normally, but he walked a little slower, so that he would not fall so exaggeratedly after being hit by a cart.

The vice president also saw the situation here and hurried over. He had endured this president for a long time. The reason why Su Nian became the president of the music club was entirely because she and the president of the student union were male. Girlfriend, who came in through a relationship, they all refused to accept her from the whole club. Now that Jian Wenyuan has withdrawn, he is full of indignation, and also said: "Then I will also quit the music club."

"Okay, then I'll quit too." A guitarist who worked with Wen Yuan on the New Year's Day party last year also came over.

Su Nian never expected that the situation would deteriorate like this, let alone that Wen Yuan would have such a great influence. Okay, she admitted that Wen Yuan sang well on stage just now, but it's not like he left, the rest of the music club followed him, right?

"Wen Yuan, you misunderstood me, I didn't force you to quit. Well, I apologize to you, please don't quit the music club, okay?" Su Nian decided to compromise temporarily.

"He doesn't have time to join any clubs." A man's cold and deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhou Yunqing didn't expect Qi Jinran to appear so quickly. Just when he heard that voice, Qi Jinran had already walked in front of him, broke the arm he was supporting Wen Yuan, and said coldly, "Zhou Daxing should take care of his own affairs. I don't need you to take care of my family affairs."

The man bent down slightly and directly hugged Wen Yuan. The vice president picked up the guitar next to him and quickly followed.

"Jin Ran, I can go by myself, you don't need to hug me." Wen Yuan clearly felt that Qi Jinran was angry.

Qi Jinran didn't speak, but just tightened the hand holding his leg and walked out of the auditorium. There was a black Maybach parked under the tree, and the driver was already waiting inside. Qi Jinran strode to the side of the car, put Wen Yuan into the trunk first, and then got into the car from the other side.

"Vice President, thank you." Wen Yuan took the guitar from the Vice President and smiled at him, "Actually, you don't need to quit the company with me."

"It's alright, I've seen that the related household is unhappy, and I'll retire if I quit. I'm also a junior, and I don't have so much time to go to the club."

"Old Zhang, drive." Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhou Yunqing following him, and Qi Jinran's expression turned colder.

The car started quickly, left the school, and drove in the direction of Shuixieju. On the way, Qi Jinran called Chen Zhiming and asked him to come over as soon as possible.

Just after returning to Shuixieju, Chen Zhiming arrived. He checked Wen Yuan's legs, closed the medicine box, and looked at Qi Jinran.

"I'm recovering very well. There's no problem at all. Why are you calling me over in such a hurry? I still have surgery tonight."

"Just in case. Since you're in a hurry, I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Forget it, I drove here." Chen Zhiming smiled helplessly and looked at Wen Yuan, "You also persuade your husband not to be so nervous, okay?"

"Well, trouble you." Wen Yuan smiled awkwardly.

After sending Chen Zhiming away, Wen Yuan suddenly thought that he still had a final paper to write, and hurriedly returned to his room.

Not long after he sat down in front of the computer, another figure appeared in the room.

Qi Jinran stared at his focused profile, and when he saw that he was calm as if nothing had happened, the bitter and sour emotions in his chest came out again.

He couldn't help thinking, what would he see if he was one step late? Could the person holding Wen Yuan become Zhou Yunqing?

Why didn't Wen Yuan explain anything after returning?

He can only rest assured if he hears himself saying that he and Zhou Yunqing will no longer have any entanglements.

"Jin Ran, why are you here?" He stood for a while before Wen Yuan noticed him.

"What did Zhou Yunqing say to you?" Qi Jinran looked down at him.

Wen Yuan's hand on the keyboard paused.

"He didn't say anything to me. He just saw me fall and helped me by the way."

In Qi Jinran's mind flashed the eye-catching hand on Wen Yuan's waist.

"Why didn't you call me right away?"