I almost touched the moon

After bidding farewell to Wen Yiheng and the others, Wen Song returned to the underground parking lot and drove away. She opened the storage box on the passenger seat to look for cigarettes, but after searching everywhere, she couldn't find any, and she felt inexplicably depressed.

On the way home, she searched for a long time before she found a tobacco shop that was still open. After getting out of the car and buying cigarettes and a lighter, she returned to the car, opened the window a little, and lit a cigarette. Smelling the familiar mint tobacco smell, her depressed mood gradually calmed down.

At this moment, she received a call from her grandfather. On the other end of the phone, her grandfather's voice sounded a little tired and lonely. He said to her softly: "Songsong, I couldn't get through to your mother. Did she get on the plane?"

Wen Song glanced at his watch. It was a little after 1 a.m., so he said to his grandfather, "I'm not sure. I just came back from the airport. What's up, Grandpa?"

"Oh, it's okay. Will you come back to stay at night?" When grandpa asked this question, he was so careful that it was almost flattering.

"Grandpa, it's too late so I won't come. You should go to bed early. I'll come back to see you and grandma in a few days."

"That's fine." Grandpa's tone finally softened. "Don't be angry with your grandma. She is like this. Now that she is old, she hopes that you and your mother are around. She and your mother both have quick tempers and quarrel after just a few words. Don't be angry. Grandma has a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

Wen Song put out his cigarette, nodded and said, "Grandpa, I know, I'm fine. It's getting late, you should go to bed early, good night."

"Okay, good night then." Grandpa also smiled, "Songsong, go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Song sighed. During the years when Wen Yiheng went to Switzerland, it was her grandparents who took care of her. But it was also because of Jiang Yuhui's suppression of Wen Yiheng that she suffered from anxiety after the divorce. If it weren't for Ye Qing'an's encouragement to go to Switzerland and stay away from the turmoil in China, she might really not be able to hold on.

Therefore, Wen Song had no right to be angry, and even less right to choose reconciliation on behalf of Wen Yiheng.

She parked the car on the side of the road for a long time, looking at the empty streets and the night sky with light rain, and suddenly felt a little sad. She didn't like the New Year in China, without the fireworks blooming all over the sky in Zurich, it seemed even more lonely.

She subconsciously dialed Zhang Yue's number. The other end of the line was very noisy. In addition to Zhang Yue's voice, there was also a male voice pretending to be gentle. Without asking, she knew that Zhang Yue must be having an affair with some little star or male model.

"What's up, Song?" Zhang Yue asked. "I'm at Vila Club. Damn, let me tell you, the actor I dated tonight is super handsome and has a great body. It's a pity that you have a boyfriend, so I won't invite you to appreciate it with me."

"It's okay." Wen Song had no intention of disturbing her sweet night, so he quickly said, "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out for hot pot, so just have fun with the little wolfdog. Bye."

She opened the WeChat list and saw two contacts at the top, one was Qiu Xuanyan and the other was Cheng Che.

Should I call Cheng Che? But at this time, he is either asleep or with his family, so he probably won't be here to accompany her...

However, she still called Cheng Che. Even if she couldn't see him, it would be good to hear his voice.

Cheng Che answered the call quickly, and even had a hint of blame in his tone: "You finally remembered to call me? Bad woman."

"Don't make trouble." Wen Song smiled, "Ache, happy new year."

"Happy New Year, BB." Cheng Che's voice was low and magnetic, "I miss you so much. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"I'm on my way home from the airport." Hearing Cheng Che's words, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She knew that fireworks were prohibited in Hangzhou, but she still said to him, "Ache, I want to set off fireworks."

"Fireworks?" Cheng Che also laughed, "You can't set off fireworks in Hangzhou."

"I know, it's just a joke." Wen Song said with a smile, "When we get back to Zurich, will you accompany me to set off the fireworks?"

"Do you want to go so much?" Cheng Che suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time Wen Song told him that she wanted him to accompany her to do something.

"I know a place where we can set off fireworks, but it's a bit far away. Do you want to go?" Cheng Che thought about it, and it seemed that there really was a place where he could set off fireworks.

"I do." During special times, people might want to do something crazy. Wen Song agreed without even thinking about it.

Cheng Che immediately said, "Then send me your location, I'll come find you and take you there."

"You're at home, right? I'll pick you up." Wen Song didn't like waiting. Even if he knew he would come, he was unwilling to wait.

Cheng Che said, "I'm at my grandfather's house. I'll send you my location."

Soon, he sent the location to Wen Song and kindly reminded her to drive slower at night and not to speed.

Wen Song smiled when she saw the address. Cheng Che's grandfather's house was in the same residential area as Qiu Xuanyan's. She was familiar with the route and arrived at the address Cheng Che sent her in just half an hour.

Cheng Che was wearing a long black woolen coat, a black shirt, black cropped jeans, and a pair of black Martin boots. It was clearly early in the morning, but he still had his hair done, standing there too dazzlingly.

When he saw Wen Song's car, he immediately opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, hugged Wen Song and said, "I missed you so much."

What followed was a gentle yet eager kiss. She was completely trapped in Cheng Che's arms, with his scent lingering around her, making her feel a little breathless.

"A Che..." After the kiss, Wen Song's lipstick was a little mottled. She took out a tissue to wipe it off and touched up her makeup. She turned her head to look at the person next to her with a sly smile.

"Why are you wearing something so nice so late at night?"

"To see you." Cheng Che said with a smile, "It's a bit far, how about I drive? I'm afraid you'll be tired."

"Okay." After driving for half the night, Wen Song was really tired. He opened the car door, exchanged seats with Cheng Che, and lazily lay on the passenger seat.

"How come you're here so fast?" Wen Song was slightly directionally challenged and would sometimes take the wrong road even when following the navigation system. Cheng Che knew her problem and was prepared to wait for her for more than an hour.

"Xuanyan's family is also here, so I'm very familiar with it."

"Really?" Cheng Che said in surprise, "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have asked my grandfather to give her a discount."

After Cheng Che said this, Wen Song realized that this top-notch villa residential area located by the West Lake was actually also an asset of the Cheng family.

However, she felt a little uncomfortable. Perhaps because Cheng Che was too low-key, she overlooked the status of Cheng Group in the business world. She had seen too many children from wealthy families, and it was hard not to doubt that Cheng Che would not be the same as them. Family marriage, a somewhat feudal and ridiculous word, but it really existed.

Some forgotten memories also came to her mind at this moment. Even if Tang Lingyuan hadn't interfered, Cheng Che's family probably wouldn't have accepted her.

But soon, she digested this ridiculous idea. She had never thought about marriage in the first place, and even if that day really came, why would she care about what Cheng Che's family thought.

Just as Wen Yiheng said, she didn't need Wen Song to swallow his anger. What she could give Wen Song was no less than what Cheng Che got from his parents. And her personality was such that she never cared about these external concepts or other people's thoughts.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Cheng Che thought she was sleepy, so he said softly, "Sister, do you want to take a nap? I'll call you when we get there."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy." Wen Song also smiled, "Where are we going?"

"Secret." Cheng Che said mysteriously, "My secret base."

"You're not going to trick me into the deep mountains and forests and sell me off, are you?"

"Don't worry, that won't happen. You're thin and have a bad temper, so you won't be able to fetch much money." Cheng Che said half-jokingly.

"Cheng Che!" Wen Song pretended to be angry and said, "Are you looking for death?"

"I was wrong." Cheng Che immediately gave in and begged for mercy, "Don't be angry, baby. How could I bear to sell you? I would rather sell myself than you."

"So where are we going?" Wen Song asked again when he saw that he even drove onto the highway.

"It's a secret." Cheng Che still refused to tell her, "You should get some sleep. We'll be there in an hour."