Chapter 193 Marriage Weng Xin sighed softly. The moment she learned the truth from Linda, the first emotion that came to her mind was regret. Just as Chen Yu said before, Weng Xin was well protected. She only knew that Jiang Yan was under pressure from her family, but she was unable to see the truth among Princess Jiang's layers of lies. It was not until Linda revealed the truth that she woke up from her dream. Looking back on the past with Jiang Yan, she realized that many of Princess Jiang's abnormal behaviors in the past were forced, forbearance and compromise. Why couldn't he guess Jiang Yan's plan early on? Why did he repeatedly use Chen Yu to provoke Jiang Yan and rub salt into her heart? Why did he say such hurtful words as breaking up when Jiang Yan decided to go abroad? But following these regrets, there was also anger, because it was obvious that her reactions were all within Jiang Yan's expectations. The pace of their relationship and the decision-making power were all in Jiang Yan's hands. Isn't this a kind of selfishness? Why don’t you explain it to yourself? Do you have to go abroad in disgrace while bearing such a huge grievance? After waiting for a while, all the chaotic emotions seemed to disappear, leaving only a feeling of sadness. Weng Xin sighed quietly: "I really don't understand what's in Jiang Yan's mind."

"Chen Yu, you are also a bad guy." She pinched Chen Yu lightly with a hint of resentment, and he grimaced in pain. "Why didn't you tell me?" Boss Chen blinked his eyes, feeling a little 'innocent'. "Jiang Yan is an adult. She has her own judgment. I can't interfere in her affairs." Weng Xin asked, "Tell me, is there anything else I don't know?" Chen Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Weng Xin: "Don't you remember? The one who made you lose the last dance was not someone else but Jiang Zhonglei." "If you hadn't mentioned this, I would have forgotten that I could dance." After a pause, Weng Xin continued, "I vaguely knew that Jiang Yan felt very guilty afterwards. Her guilty look even made me wonder whether she loved me more or compensated me more." Chen Yu shook his head and said calmly: "Who knows? Love is such a complicated thing." Weng Xin was silent for a while. Suddenly, she changed the subject, a sly look appeared on her face, and she asked with a smile: "Chen Yu, is Jiang Yan comfortable?" "..." Even Chen Yu was stunned for a moment. It was the first time for him to discuss another person, especially such a complicated relationship, in front of a woman he had had sex with. Chen Yu nodded: "Of course it is comfortable." Weng Xin blushed and asked, "What about me?" Chen Yu answered without hesitation: "Of course it's comfortable." Weng Xin chuckled, as clear and sweet as a silver bell. "I don't understand Jiang Yan's career, and I don't know how she plans to fight against Jiang Zhonglei and her family." "I also know that this kind of confrontation will do her no good and the chances of success are slim." "Ask yourself, one, I really like you, two, I don't want to see her so tired." As she spoke, a blush rose on her face: "My only thought now is - can the three of us live well." "I won't be jealous of you. But I was jealous of her yesterday, and I seem to be able to accept it."

As she spoke, she boldly unbuttoned Chen Yu's shirt, and her soft fingers gently wandered over his firm chest. She rubbed against him for a while, and then slowly sank her limbs. Weng Xin's face was flushed and her eyes were blurred. She seemed to have mustered up great courage and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Chen Yu, as long as you nod and are willing to marry Jiang Yan, the beauty of the whole family can be married tonight." Chen Yu's breathing stagnated when Weng Xin said this. If Jiang Yan had only made empty promises before, then Weng Xin's words today were like bringing the cake to the table. But in the end, he shook his head. For Chen Yu, this kind of thing is just a bonus and cannot affect his life. Weng Xin's eyes dimmed, and she smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, if you would agree, it wouldn't be my turn to say this." As she spoke, she stood up from Chen Yu's waist, then stepped out with her pink feet and walked towards the bedroom. Chen Yu was unhappy: "No, isn't it like this?" "Why not? Women are like that. If they can't achieve their goal, they'll start acting up." Weng Xin glanced back at him, her delicate face flushed and with a hint of stubbornness. She broke free from his hand and continued walking towards the bedroom. But just as she lay down in the bed, she felt the mattress sink, and then the man's hands gently embraced her. However, it was not what she expected. Chen Yu did not use any forceful method. He just hugged her. Apart from that, he just gently brushed his fingers across the rugged snowfield. Weng Xin, who had already closed her eyes, began breathing faster and twisted her body involuntarily. This kind of thing, if it happens halfway, is a torment for anyone. "Xiao Chen, stop making trouble... I'm sleepy and I'm going to sleep." Weng Xin murmured softly, with a hint of coquettishness. In the quilt, she suddenly turned her legs back and tightly hooked Chen Yu's waist... …… After making love, Chen Yu hugged Weng Xin and slept for a while. Jiang Yan came back soon after finishing her work. She pushed open the bedroom door and walked in with very light footsteps. Walking around to the side facing Weng Xin, Jiang Yan looked at the sleeping Weng Xin tenderly, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently lifted the hair scattered on her forehead. "Chen Yu, you are full of energy." Jiang Yan whispered softly. Noticing the mess on the bed and some traces of lust, she gave Chen Yu a cold look. Chen Yu quietly got out of bed, then signaled to Jiang Yan to change places and left the bedroom without disturbing the sleeping Weng Xin. The two of them arrived in the living room. "Jiang Yan..." Chen Yu stretched and started the topic, "Which politicians are you investing in now?" Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised that Chen Yu would ask this question. She mentioned two names that were not familiar to Chen Yu. Jiang Yan is not naive when it comes to shorting the real estate market on the other side of the ocean, so she will naturally spend money on political investment. Chen Yu smiled and persuaded: "These two are Republican congressmen? Why don't you be bold and invest in presidential candidates? 08 is the election year." Jiang Yan pondered for a moment: "The problem is that no one can guarantee that the candidate they invest in will win." "That being said, if you have a unique vision, you can still get huge returns." Chen Yu said with a smile, "For example, what do you think of Obama?" Jiang Yan heard the name and asked in confusion: "Obama? Are you referring to the young Illinois senator?"

"That's right." Chen Yu nodded, "I think he has great potential." Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Obama... Not only is he too young, but he is also a black man, which is relatively rare in American politics. It is not easy for him to win the election." From the perspective of people more than a decade later, Obama’s winning the election was inevitable given his full buffs, but at this time, most people still cannot make the right judgment. In fact, Obama was not nominated as a presidential candidate until August 2008. At that time in 8, he had not yet made any effort. However, it is precisely because of this that this investment is a sure win. Chen Yu smiled and said, "If everyone is optimistic, then this investment will be meaningless." Jiang Yan glanced at him, and finally stretched out two fingers and rubbed them together, meaning: 'I'm short of money!' Princess Jiang smiled and said, "Why, Boss Chen, can you help me a little?" "Of course." Chen Yu nodded with a smile. After hesitating for a while, Chen Yu finally decided to tell Jiang Yan the truth: "Weng Xin... knows everything." He briefly explained the situation to Jiang Yan. Princess Jiang was stunned for a moment after hearing this. The coffee cup in her hand shook slightly, and some coffee spilled on the table. She was silent for a long time before she slowly said, "What did you say?" Chen Yu shook his head slightly to deny it. If it was really Chen Yu, there was no need for her to deny the debt at this time. After all, if she asked Weng Xin about the true situation, her identity would be exposed. Jiang Yan immediately realized something, and the only people who understood the intricacies of the situation were Chen Yu and her best friend Linda. Princess Jiang gritted her teeth in anger, stood up suddenly, grabbed her cell phone, and wanted to call Linda to question her, but after hesitating for a moment, she put the phone down dejectedly and sat back on the sofa weakly. "...just doing unnecessary things." Jiang Yan complained helplessly. She paused, and said firmly: "If she knows, she will know, but I will pretend that I don't know. Anyway, you have to be responsible and bring her back to the country. …… The other side of the ocean. Yu Weiwei sat at the desk in the dormitory and hung up the phone, her expression relaxed and happy. She had just finished a conversation with the magazine's editor. As early as a month ago, Yu Weiwei submitted her manuscript to the magazine, and today she finally received good news. The magazine not only decided to publish her novel, but also expressed its willingness for long-term cooperation and even took the initiative to offer to increase her remuneration. Yu Weiwei's short story totaled 2007 words, and the magazine gave her yuan per words, which was yuan. In , for a college girl, this was undoubtedly a considerable income. She raised her head, fell into deep thought, and began to think about what to buy for her boyfriend with the royalties. …Forget it, I won’t buy him a gift, treating him to a meal is enough. As for the rest, I’ll just add it to the decoration. As she was thinking, Yu Weiwei couldn't help but take out her cell phone, tapped the screen with her slender white fingers, opened QQ to check Chen Yu's message. However, the dialog box remained empty, with no new messages.

A sense of loss surged in her heart, and Yu Weiwei couldn't help but pout slightly. "Humph!" Yu Weiwei snorted coldly and couldn't help but send a message: "Chen Yu, are you doing well in the United States?" "It's going well. I'll be back the day after tomorrow." Chen Yu's immediate reply calmed Yu Weiwei's anger a little. The girl wanted to complain a bit, but finally deleted all the nagging pre-input. Those thousands of words finally turned into three words: "I miss you." …… Shasha was standing in the new house, watching the decorator installing the wooden cabinet doors. She was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, with a ponytail, and her youthful and beautiful figure seemed a little thin in the spacious room. After the master finished the installation, he put down the tools in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and went to the side to rest. Seeing this, Hong Sha hurriedly stepped forward and handed him a bottle of iced mineral water. The old man with dark skin and wrinkles on his face took the water, unscrewed the cap, drank a few gulps, and then said to Hong Sha with a smile: "Girl, you live alone in such a big house?" Shasha looked up at the cabinet maker, shook her head, and a blush appeared on her face: "No, no, I have a boyfriend. This is my boyfriend's house, he is busy with his career, so..." After the renovation was completed, they didn't have much interaction, so Hong Sha used the word "boyfriend" to refer to Chen Yu for the first time. "You're not very old, are you?" Shasha nodded: "Well... I'm eighteen this year." The master then asked, "Is your boyfriend the same age as you?" The girl nodded gently: "Yes." "His family is quite wealthy, so they bought a house. Is this house going to be your wedding house?" Wedding room... This statement made Hong Sha's heart pound, and a sweet vision suddenly rose in her heart. She seemed to see herself wearing a white wedding dress, standing in the sun, exchanging rings with Chen Yu, and making a promise of a lifetime... Hong Sha sighed quietly in her heart, hesitated for a long time, and nodded gently to her master, but a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes. It would be nice if it was really a wedding room. At this moment, Hong Sha felt a nausea rising from her stomach. She dry-heaved, immediately covered her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom. After retching for a long time in front of the wash basin, Sasha's face turned pale. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned slightly: "Did I eat something bad yesterday?" (End of this chapter)