The CEO's Wife and First Love

No matter how Chunyan racked her brains to come up with various excuses to shirk responsibility, Bashan remained unmoved. He continued to care for Chunyan as usual.

Chunyan couldn't help but sigh that Bashan's acting skills were simply first-rate. Not only that, he was so handsome and younger than herself. With such an outstanding person, what qualifications did she have to be with him?

Chunyan, realizing she couldn't let Bashan down, slowly began to accept him. In the studio, they cared for each other. Bashan always offered help without hesitation when Chunyan needed it. And when Bashan felt tired, Chunyan would offer him a cup of hot tea, making him feel warm.

During breaks, they strolled through the streets and alleys together, enjoying the city's scenery. Bashan would tell Chunyan some interesting stories, making her laugh. Chunyan would also share her own life details, allowing Bashan to get to know her better.

They went to the movies together, feeling the plot and emotions in the movie. Bashan would gently hold Chunyan's hand, making her feel at ease. Chunyan would also lean on Bashan's shoulder, enjoying the tranquility and warmth.

They went to the restaurant together to eat and tasted a variety of delicious food. Bashan would carefully pick up food for Chunyan, making her feel cared for. Chunyan would also choose the dishes that Bashan liked, making him happy.

They spent many wonderful times together, and their feelings for each other continued to deepen. Chunyan gradually forgot that she had a husband who loved her and a son who was already 7-8 years old. She was immersed in her passionate love with Bashan and could not extricate herself.

"Swallow, let's go out for a trip!" That day, Bashan suddenly said to Chunyan, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Chunyan looked at Bashan in surprise. She hadn't expected him to suddenly come up with this idea. However, she also felt a surge of anticipation.

"Where are we going to travel?" Chunyan asked with a smile. Her eyes fell gently on Bashan's face, as if she could see his inner thoughts through his eyes.

Bashan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's go to the beach. I asked my agent to book a room for us a few days ago." His voice was full of anticipation for the trip, and also revealed his doting on Chunyan.

Chunyan's heart was moved when she heard Bashan's words. The seaside had always been her dream, with its blue skies and white clouds, azure sea and golden sand, warm sunshine, and gentle sea breeze. She imagined strolling along the beach with Bashan, feeling the crash of the waves. It must have been a very romantic scene.

"Okay, I like the beach very much." Chunyan's face was filled with a happy smile, and she nodded gently to show her agreement.

"But where should we go to book two rooms?" Chunyan asked Bashan tentatively. She wanted to gauge Bashan's intentions, which often lie deep within people's hearts and are difficult to detect. Just like Chunyan's concern at the moment, her words revealed her concern for the possible negative impact.

"I think we should be careful," Chunyan said with a hint of worry in her tone, "Don't let people gossip about us, and don't let people catch us with any flaws." Her eyes fell on Bashan, the famous movie star, whose every move could become the focus of everyone's attention.

Bashan's fame puts his life under a magnifying glass, and any flaw is likely to be magnified infinitely. Chunyan is well aware of this, so she is particularly cautious and does not want to cause trouble for Bashan because of some unnecessary things.

After all, the image of public figures is of vital importance. Once someone catches them, it will not only affect their personal reputation, but also their career and life. Chunyan didn't want to see such a thing happen, so she reminded Bashan to be extra careful and avoid leaving any opportunity for others to take advantage of them.

"What's so scary? This is America, which is completely different from China. The social atmosphere here is relatively open, and people are freer. So, I won't have as many concerns as you do!" Bashan said with a relaxed look, as if he didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

He continued, "Life is so short, passing by like a fleeting moment. In this limited time, I just want to live my life as I please and pursue the things that truly make me happy. As for what others think, I don't care!"

Bashan's words reveal a yearning for freedom and a disdain for traditional values. He firmly believes that as long as he is happy, nothing else matters. While this attitude may be somewhat unconventional, it also reflects his personality.

"It's like the two of us. You have feelings for me, and I have the same feelings for you. However, I'm different. I never care about other people's feelings or opinions. To me, the most important thing is my own inner preferences and happiness. No matter what others say or say, I don't care, because I firmly believe that as long as I like it and am happy, it's enough. Bashan is such a person. He doesn't care what others say and always sticks to his own inner thoughts and feelings.

"I want to ask Bashan why you like me." Seeing Bashan treating him so well, he wanted to ask Bashan why he liked him.

"I don't know why," Bashan's voice was slightly low, as if he was recalling something, "When I first saw you, I felt that you were completely different from others." His eyes fell on Chunyan, as if he wanted to see through her appearance to the world deep in her heart.

Chunyan listened quietly, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in her eyes.

Bashan continued, "Especially when I saw how kind you were, the feeling was even stronger. Others bullied you, but you didn't fight back, but just endured it silently, which made me very distressed. I really wanted to rush up to protect you, so that those people would never dare to bully you again. I just wanted to protect you."

At this moment, Chunyan's eyes suddenly became moist, as if a thin layer of mist spread across her eyes. Her eyes gradually turned red, as if she was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable emotion. That emotion was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging in her heart, making her unable to control herself.

As time went by, Chunyan's tears finally fell down her pale cheeks one by one like pearls that had broken off the string. The tears were like a spring gushing out from the depths of her heart, flowing continuously without any sign of stopping.