Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

"Xinyu, apologize." His voice was calm but cold, an order that could not be disobeyed, no longer the usual mild indulgence. Wu Xinyu looked up in disbelief.

"Why?"

"If you do something wrong, you must admit it."

"It's my birthday today, Brother Yu, you can't treat me like this." Wu Xinyu's voice was a little choked, her eyes were red, but there was still a sense of unyielding arrogance in her eyes.

“If you don’t apologize, don’t look for me again, and don’t call me anymore. From now on, in the Wu family, I will not recognize anyone except Grandpa Wu, including you.”

"No need." Wen Shiyun buried her head in Song Liren's chest, her small hands clutching his white shirt, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I shouldn't have come in the first place."

These words reminded him of something. A dark light flashed in Yu Zeyu's black eyes. His aunt...didn't come. He didn't meet the person he wanted to introduce her to, and instead she fell into such an unexpected disaster and suffered injustice.

"What else are you talking about? Let's go." Song Liren's expression was unclear, he just stared at her without blinking, "If you want something, you might as well ask me. I can give you just as much as he can."

The light shone on the man's deep face, which was decadent yet arrogant. The man who was extremely confident was also full of charm at this moment.

Wen Shiyun looked at him in a daze, and for a moment she forgot her sadness. She let Song Liren's big hand wrap around her hand and pulled her out.

The motorcycle was parked at the door of the villa. The man lifted her up with both hands and put her directly behind the motorcycle. He asked her to put her hands on his waist and abdomen. "Are you scared?"

This was beyond her expectations, the man actually arrived on a motorcycle, but it was consistent with his character.

She pressed her cheek against the man's back, her fair and delicate hands tightly grasped his shirt, and she shook her head gently, being extremely obedient.

He couldn't help but relax his brows a little and chuckled softly, "Have you sat here before?"

"No."

"Try it, you'll love it." After starting, the motorcycle roared and rushed to the end. This was the villa area for the rich. The terrain was spacious and there were few people, which was perfect for them at the moment.

The strong wind slapped her face, and all her pores were stretched in the wind. Wen Shiyun couldn't help but screamed loudly, "Ah——"

She couldn't help but tighten her grip, from grabbing his clothes to tightly clasping his waist and abdomen. She could even feel the distinct muscle texture under her hands. "Thank you, Song Liren."

The woman's hair was tangled around his face as the wind blew, causing an indescribable itchiness.

Song Liren chuckled, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, but he didn't say anything.

After driving for more than half an hour, the man brought her to a large riverside hotel.

The hotel is built near the river. The railings are all decorated with small lights. The light shines through which you can clearly see the river water below and even the ripples on it.

"Are you feeling better?" Song Liren leaned lazily on the railing and lit a cigarette. The gray smoke overflowed from the corner of his lips, looming like mist.

She had to admit that he was indeed a very charming man. Even something as uncouth as smoking looked handsome on him.

Wen Shiyun nodded, looking a little stunned.

The man looked at her through the smoke, "Are you done venting?"

Wen Shiyun finally came to her senses. How could she not know why the man was driving so fast just now? The stuffy feeling in her chest had indeed disappeared for the most part after she shouted just now.

She imitated the man and leaned against the railing, not far from him, with a slight smile on her lips. "I feel much better now. Thank you so much."

She turned to look at him, "Aren't you going back tonight? Where is this place?"

Song Liren's voice was slightly hoarse, and he chuckled, "You only think of asking these questions now, aren't you afraid that I will kidnap you somewhere?"

Without hesitation, she shook her head, "You won't."

Men are careless most of the time, but when faced with problems, they are never afraid, and are confident and assertive. Thinking of this, Wen Shiyun couldn't help but curl her lips, "If I could kidnap you, I would have been kidnapped the first time we met."

The woman's eyes through the smoke seemed to be filled with spring water. Song Liren was stunned for a few seconds and looked away uncomfortably.

"You just said that you want to try to pursue what you want. What is it?"

"Dancing." The light cast on the woman's curled eyelashes, making them flutter like cicada wings, revealing her somewhat uneasy mood. "Actually, I... am doing a live broadcast."

"What? Why can't you say it? Are you not confident?" The man's voice was low and mellow, and his tone made her feel much more at ease.

"Because many people are still prejudiced against live streaming, especially those like us who accept gifts from viewers. I'm afraid you'll look down on what I do..."

"Who has the right to laugh at dreams?" His voice lowered considerably. "On the contrary, I envy you. At least—you can do whatever you want."

Song Liren exhaled a cigarette, his voice becoming ethereal. "People like me have no right to laugh at those who pursue their dreams."

Wen Shiyun whispered, "You are already very good. I... have never met anyone like you."

"Such a person..." The man raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her, "What kind of person?"

"Wild and free, bold and unrestrained, spiritually rich, experienced, and...very protective." She said seriously, "Even Brother Zeyu...has to judge right and wrong, and then weigh the gains and losses."

"No, that's not right. Maybe it's because I'm not yet within his range."

"Do you really want to be someone in his circle?" Song Liren raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face not reaching his eyes. The joy he had just felt when he heard her praise him disappeared in an instant.

Wen Shiyun shook her head, a little amused, "I was praising you, you missed the point."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to turn around and walk back to the motorcycle, "No more talking, let's go back."

Song Liren grabbed her hand with his big hand and took a step back, just against the railing. His big hands rested on the stone poles on both sides of her, pinching her from both sides, almost like a wall-dong, trapping her on the railing with a strong posture.

The two pairs of eyes met and were silent for a while. Their breath brushed against each other's faces, and they could clearly feel each other's eyelashes trembling.

After a long time, his Adam's apple moved slightly and he looked away. "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

Originally, he wanted to book a room for her to stay for one night, but...

He changed his mind.