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"Honestly, are you planning on making something big?"

In the headphones, Qu Wu asked while typing on the keyboard.

"What's that? I don't understand."

Ye Kong flipped through his phone and answered nonchalantly.

Qu Wu snorted, "You can fool others but you can't fool me. Even if your creative inspiration comes from a bird, an ant, or a cockroach, it can't come from a human, let alone an old man who doesn't fit your aesthetic at all. You are setting a trap for him."

She said with great confidence: "But does Wen Can know? I think he doesn't get along well with his father. If you didn't inform him in advance, he would be unhappy if you flattered him like this, right?"

"..." Ye Kong was stunned for a moment, "We have a tacit understanding."

Having said that, she temporarily turned her gaze away from the phone screen and turned to look at the driver's seat.

Wen Can is driving.

He never hit a car while pretending to be disabled. But after he stood up again, he immediately drove a sports car with his girlfriend and was on the news. Some small media speculated maliciously, saying why a man who had two car accidents, one that killed his mother and another that disabled his legs, dared to drive? Did it mean that he didn't care about his mother's death and his disability at all? Going a step further, they speculated whether he was an antisocial personality with a weak sense of emotion.

But Ye Kong knew that he was actually very nervous every time he drove.

His whole body was tense and he was completely focused, his eyes staring straight ahead, as if he was staring into the eyes of some terrifying existence, and he would lose his life if he was not careful - but at the same time, his face was expressionless, even more gloomy than when he was pretending to be disabled.

At first, Ye Kong wanted to ask him why he was forcing himself so much. He had a driver and could completely stop driving from now on. But after thinking it over, she gave up. She felt that this must be Wen Can's competitive spirit.

Although she didn't know who he was competing with, Ye Kong thought that maybe there was no need to ask. She just needed to accompany him. She didn't think about the madness behind this, that she didn't care about sacrificing her own life.

It was clearly many years before she understood what love was, but it did not seem to affect her from thinking of herself as a great love guru as soon as she stepped into the threshold of enlightenment - she was so used to being a genius that she thought the same was true in love.

But at this moment, looking at Wen Can's cold yet still handsome profile that perfectly suited her preferences, and looking at the pair of eyes that were always staring straight ahead without even a glance for her, Ye Kong gradually felt uneasy.

This feeling of uneasiness was rare for her - she had never felt uneasy even when she was trapped in South Port many years ago, let alone being uneasy about a person's mood.

She thought about it for a few seconds and felt that her uneasiness was mostly due to the unknown, so she chose to ask directly.

"Will you be unhappy?"

"..." It took Wen Can two seconds to react. His tone was still gentle, but like flowing water in the dark night, "What?"

Ye Kong hung up Qu Wu's phone, put away his phone, turned around, stared at him and asked, "What did you think of the questions I asked Wen Rong during the live broadcast just now?"

"..."

Wen Can smiled slowly, his eyebrows and eyes looked a little helpless, "If you ask that, I don't know how to answer you."

"Just say it directly. Tell me what you feel." Ye Kong was very serious.

"Feeling..." Wen Can grabbed the steering wheel with a faint smile on his face, "No feeling... Are you afraid that I will be unhappy? I won't be unhappy. I know you are trying to help me. Otherwise, you don't have to participate in this kind of live broadcast, and you don't have to act with people you hate, and say so many things against your will. If you have to say how I feel... I'm sorry to drag you into this situation. Getting along with Wen Rong is disgusting anyway."

"It's okay, because you were holding my hand the whole time, so I didn't feel uncomfortable. All my attention was diverted." Ye Kong added, "And I hope you don't say thank you or sorry to me, because it makes us seem very distant. You are my boyfriend, so it's my duty to help you. Besides, Teacher Chi is my fan."

"Then you should thank me." Wen Can said with a smile, "Don't think that you don't need to say thank you and sorry just because the relationship is close enough. Such expressions are essentially saying 'I'm watching you' and 'I know what you've done for me', which will only make the relationship warmer."

"..." Ye Kong was a little stunned, "You, what you said seems to make sense."

"right?"

"You look like a teacher."

"You can call me Teacher Wen."

"Teacher Wen." Ye Kong really called out, and stared at Wen Can's face for a moment before looking away.

She had doubts in her heart, and even though she got the answer, the uneasiness still did not dissipate.

She lowered her head and continued to look at her phone. Seeing the popularity rising across the Internet, she couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to know how effective this live broadcast was?"

"Ok?"

"Wen Rong has become famous. He is now on the hot search list."

Ye Kong pointed his finger at the screen quickly: "And the few videos he posted also went viral on several video websites. The Wen Group's account was also hacked. Everyone is shouting that pure love is invincible."

She was pleased with the effect she had created.

So no one noticed that Wen Can's hands gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly, and his expression looked strange for a moment.

"I guess he won't let go of this opportunity." Ye Kong said, "There are still two days before the shareholders' meeting. He still has time to continue to hype himself up... Speaking of this, I really can't understand why someone like him, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, would be so obsessed with fame."

Then she turned to look at Wen Can: "What do you think?"

"Who knows? I don't understand either."

"Perhaps this is another form of narcissism, thinking that one should be the center of the world, that one should be admired and admired by millions of people, so one takes care of and cares for one's image as if it were a golden statue, and will not tolerate anything that is not decent."

"..."

Ye Kong said slowly: "It's a pity that he is too incompetent. There is a mass of mud inside the golden body. When the outer shell is broken, the person who is most unable to accept the contents should be himself. Now just wait..."

Before he could finish his words, a sharp brake sound suddenly rang out.

The tablet slipped out of his hands and his body suddenly leaned forward due to inertia and was pulled back by the seat belt.

The back of Ye Kong's head hit the back of the chair, and the empty tree-lined road ahead was reflected in his dazed eyes.

The wind rustled the leaves.

She turned her head sharply, but only saw the man's back as he opened the door and got out of the car.

He rushed down without closing the car door, and after getting on the sidewalk, he leaned over the tree trunk and made dry retching sounds in the bushes.

The sound was carried into the car by the wind and reached Ye Kong's ears. It was like waking up from a big dream. She felt a strange sense of falling.