Chapter 1

◎Have you been divorced? Let's talk about it◎

At the beginning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was an endless stream of people coming to the Wen family to pay New Year's greetings. Wen Xu didn't know most of them, or he didn't need to know them. He should only get to know the people that Han Ling thought he should know.

But after all, he opened a door in Huaicheng to do business, and being versatile is a basic skill, so he always has to make arrangements.

"Then we'll leave first. It's almost time for lunch, so as not to delay your meal," Du Minda and Fang Fang stood up and bowed. Their graying temples caught the eyes of Wen Xu who had just returned home.

They are getting old so fast, Wen Xu thought.

Wen Xu remembered that they both had very black hair in the past. Why did he remember that his driver's hair was very black? He thought it was probably because Du Ningyang's hair was very black, as black as sesame seeds, tied into a flying ponytail, which looked smooth and soft, but when the ponytail hit his face, his face was hurt.

At that time, she followed Du Minda and casually called him "Young Master Wen". He knew that she was just pretending to be good, and in the blink of an eye she was having fun with those wild kids.

He knew that they must be laughing at him behind his back for being feudal and restricted. He also wanted to be like them and climb onto the roof of the studio to count the stars.

Han Ling rarely wasted time on "unworthy" people, but she still said something nice in a light-hearted tone, "Well, since you still have things to do, I won't keep you for dinner. If you have time, walk around more often, don't just come during the New Year."

"You're too polite," Du Minda turned around, met Wen Xu's gaze, smiled in surprise and said, "Wen Xu is back, long time no see. You're 28, right? Have you finished your PhD?"

"Yes, Uncle Du, Happy New Year," he opened his eyes blearily after a hangover, leaned towards Fang Fang, and added, "Aunt Fang, Happy New Year."

Han Ling was speechless that he remembered the surname of "idle people", and was about to say a few more words to drive them away, but Du Minda had already approached her baby son.

"Still so handsome! Are you married?"

Wen Xu shook his head, Du Minda smiled happily, took out a red envelope from his arms, and stuffed it into his hand, "Little red envelope, just for fun."

"How can I take yours," Wen Xu was sober now, and pushed it out.

"I watched you grow up, too. In the past, I picked you up and dropped you off when you came back from outside, and when you went to school and came home. I spent more time with you than with my own daughter."

Du Minda took Fang Fang's hand and walked towards the door. "Besides, those who are not married are all children, and children get red envelopes. Wen Xu, Happy New Year!"

Wen Xu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but an inexplicable question floated into his mind-

then when Du Ningyang spent a lot of money in the bar last night, stood on the table, and waved a stack of cash bills to treat everyone present to whiskey, was it also her New Year's money?

This question soon had an answer.

-Lunch

started on time at twelve o'clock, not a minute late, everyone's seat was fixed, and there was order of respect; mahogany chopsticks were public chopsticks, and the black gold chopsticks were engraved with the abbreviation of each person's name, and they could not be used incorrectly; this was the rule set by Han Ling, and Han Ling at the dinner table, like Han Ling in life, played a dominant role in the Wen family.

She always said what she meant, and everyone had to listen to her.

"Master Du is no longer working in our house, but as for him, what role does he play, what level does he have - giving red envelopes to Wen Xu, how can this be? Wen Pinyan, let me tell you this, if he dares to come to pay New Year's greetings again next year, don't blame me for sending him away with a broom."

Wen Pinyan let out a "hmm" from his nose, without even raising his eyelids, he said lightly: "Let's eat, is this worth your anger."

"And! I haven't finished yet! He even dared to call Wen Xu 'Wen Xu', when he used to respectfully call him 'Young Master Wen' - in short, the older he gets, the less polite he becomes, what an unreliable family!" "

This is not a feudal society, you still have to call him Young Master, don't you see how old your son is," Wen Pinyan chuckled, but the frequency of moving his chopsticks did not change.

This nonchalant attitude irritated Han Ling even more, and she became more and more excited, "They haven't come for several years, but they came this year. They must have bad intentions. They are like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken!"

"Well," Wen Pinyan continued to fool him, but he just quickened his chewing speed. He has always been health-conscious and cherishes his life, and he eats slowly.

As usual, Wen Xu is always the role of the student who is better than his father. He is definitely more silent than his father. He finishes a meal quickly and wins by not quarreling. But the topic related to Du Ningyang made him unable to help but speak, "Tell me, do they have bad intentions?"

Han Ling became excited.

"His good daughter just got divorced before the New Year. She is here to pay New Year's greetings now, and will come to make a living for her after the New Year. You will see if this is the way it is then - your mother has been in the business for so many years, and I can see what's in my stomach when I look at people."

Wen Xu's heart sank, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he lowered his voice and repeated, "Divorce?"

Du Ningyang, divorce?

"Yes, divorced. I heard that she hooked up with the youngest son of a tea connoisseur in the south of the city. But... I remember she was the same age as you, right? We used to take classes in the same studio. That's right

, we were in the same class." When talking about marriage and divorce, Han Ling's attention finally returned to Wen Xu, "Look at you, my good son. All your peers are divorced, but you don't even have a partner."

"Is divorce a particularly good thing?" Wen Pinyan finally spoke, tapping the finely carved porcelain plate with his chopsticks. "Let's eat and talk about something happy on New Year's Day."

"Yes, yes, let's talk about something happy. I think Wen Xu has almost adjusted to the time difference. I asked someone to introduce a few pretty good girls to you. We can start making appointments to meet," Han Ling was beaming with joy again. "When looking for a partner, you have to find someone who is well-matched. It won't work if you marry too high or too low - I have to personally check it out."

"I'm full," Wen Xu put down the bowl. He was obviously in a bad mood. Perhaps the alcohol had not completely subsided yet. He disobeyed Han Ling for the first time in a long time. "I don't want to see her."

"Are you still not at ease with your mother checking her out?"

"That's not what I mean. I just don't want to see her."

"I've already made an appointment. It's the thirteenth or fourteenth of the year," Han Ling pretended not to hear. "You have to go. Don't embarrass the girls."

"Turn it off if you have an appointment. I already have a girlfriend," Wen Xu always hated Han Ling's paranoid and forceful way of taking care of everything for him. "Don't bother me with this matter."

"Since you have a girlfriend, bring her home to meet us. What's her job? What does your family do?"

Wen Xu is good-looking and well-educated at this age, so Han Ling is not surprised that he has a girlfriend.

But she has her own set of standards.

"Mom and Dad won't interfere with you, but we have agreed in advance that those with too low education and too high education are not acceptable, those with bad family background and too good family background are not acceptable, those with unstable jobs are not acceptable, but they can't be superior to us, those with a dirty love history and those who are too flashy are not acceptable,..."

This is not acceptable, that is not acceptable, nothing is acceptable.

Wen Xu has already tilted his neck and walked up the stairs lazily, answering in his mind one by one: the education level barely meets the requirements, the father is a driver, divorced, a tattoo artist, Aquaman red big waves, ears are pierced, eyebrows are pierced, and the ten claws are sharp and long with diamonds on them.

"Your son is fine now. He spent so much money to study abroad. His brain has become stupid and his mind has become wild. It's all your fault!"

Han Ling's sharp voice was left behind by Wen Xu. "What does it mean that he doesn't take the initiative to bring her home? It means that this girl doesn't meet the requirements at all!"

Wen Xu couldn't help laughing when he thought that the tattoos on Du Ningyang's body could scare Han Ling to death. It's just that she didn't tell him about the divorce last night. So he took out his mobile phone while walking and sent a WeChat message to Du Ningyang: [You have been divorced? Let's talk].

This is his legitimate reason to ask her out today.

Yesterday was the first day he started to pursue Du Ningyang again. They spent a pleasant night. From this night, Wen Xu's rebellious adolescence, which was delayed for ten years, finally came.

-Due

to the nature of his work, Du Ningyang is an animal that hides during the day and comes out at night. After graduating from Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts, he went south to Shenzhen and worked as a tattoo artist for five years. Customers always come late in the afternoon and return in high spirits late at night.

After completing the divorce procedures with Zhu He, she hadn't decided whether to stay in Shenzhen, so she packed up the machines and tools she had and brought them back, preparing to fight guerrilla warfare in Huaicheng.

A quick knock on the door woke her up, and Du Ningyang jumped up from the bed in a dishevel and confused, put on a bathrobe hanging on the bay window and walked out.

As she walked, her legs became weak and her whole body ached.

The scene in front of her came into view, a hotel suite.

The broken memories mixed with the smell of alcohol were pieced together in her mind, forming a series of embarrassing and inferior scenes, going crazy with a group of old friends in the bar, standing on the table in high heels and throwing money, and finally kissing the man who claimed to be her old acquaintance for a long time with his eyes closed, and then left.

Then there was a night of romance between an adult man and a woman.

Du Ningyang regretted it very much, at least he should have read the medical report or something.

The old acquaintance smelled good. He was tall and had a broad chest. Leaning against Nuan Yangyang, she felt safe. He looked very similar to Zhu He from many years ago. She had always liked this type. She liked Zhu He the most among this type, but Zhu He could not escape the fate of gaining weight in middle age.

But she couldn't remember which old acquaintance it was.

The big wavy wine-red hair was specially permed before the New Year. It hung lazily and messily on her cheeks and shoulders. Du Ningyang half-squinted her eyes and tiptoed to look into the cat's eye. He was a good-looking man, but he was wearing a black down jacket. He didn't look like a hotel staff. She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Who are you?"

"Wen Xu," the man outside the door said, "Open the door for me."

Wen Xu?

Du Ningyang searched for this name in her mind and found that these two words came from an extremely distant ten years ago and had passed by quickly.

She asked, "Is it Wen Xu from Uncle Wen's family?"

Wen Xu from Uncle Wen's family?

Wen Xu's brain stopped working for a few seconds. He wondered if she had completely forgotten what happened last night.

"It's me. Let me in first. I want to talk to you," Wen Xu said patiently. "You forgot last night, didn't you? You agreed to be my girlfriend."

Du Ningyang was shocked and froze in place. Did she really say that? Even if she did, could you take what she said when she was drunk seriously?

Three seconds later, Du Ningyang opened the door and looked at Wen Xu with a blank and innocent look. Her silly expression formed a sharp contrast with her mature dress.

Wen Xu couldn't stand her like this. He rushed forward like a dog, holding her face and kissing her.

Du Ningyang poked him with his nails that were sharp enough to kill, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, stop it! Stay away from me and sit on the sofa over there."

"But you promised me last night," Wen Xu yelled unhappily, and obediently moved his butt towards the direction of Du Ningyang's finger, "You also kissed me."

Du Ningyang asked back, "Does it count if you get drunk in a bar and kiss a stranger and go to bed with him?"

"Of course it doesn't count if you get drunk in a bar and kiss a stranger and go to bed with him," Wen Xu lowered her eyes and looked at her seriously, "but we are not strangers, we have known each other for more than ten years."

Looking at Wen Xu's abnormally sincere look, Du Ningyang smiled awkwardly, and her smile was uglier than crying.