The queen's wife is too sultry

It was mid-sun and the sun was shining into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Feeling the light on her face, Ye Zhen pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

However, within three seconds, the phone on the bedside table vibrated crazily.

Ye Zhen endured it for 5 minutes, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She reached out from under the blanket to touch the phone, looked at the screen, and said, "Hello!"

Sister Fei is her manager, a typical strong woman who walks and speaks vigorously.

Sister Fei was on her way, when the steady and rhythmic voice of high-heeled shoes came from the other end of the phone, "What's going on? I heard that you twisted your foot?"

Ye Zhen touched her ankle with her bird's nest head on her head.

"It was accidentally twisted."

"You're lucky, the variety show you don't want to go to has been postponed, and I've pushed the next events for you. Is the one-week gap period enough for you to heal your injuries?"

Happiness came so suddenly, Ye Zhen raised her voice unconsciously, "One week?"

Since her debut, her schedule is almost full every day, and she has only a handful of holidays a year. She can be said to be the best model worker among actresses.

"Well, "Emperor" is about to start filming. You should take a good look at the script while recuperating. By the way, do you have medicine for sprains?"

Ye Zhen glanced at the ointment on the table, it was bought by Jiang Jingting when he sent her back to the apartment last night.

"Have."

"Okay, you take care of your wounds, I'm dead."

It wasn't until Sister Fei hung up the phone that Ye Zhen noticed something unusual. Sister Fei was not with her yesterday, how did she know that she was sprained?
Could it be Ruan Yun?
Feeling sleepy, Ye Zhen yawned and continued to sleep before she had time to ask Ruan Yun.

She didn't sleep well last night and had a nightmare.

In the dream, Jiang Jingting looked at her with eyes as cold as ice, and said that even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would not let her go, and then he turned into a bloody mouth and chased after her.

She woke up three times a night with fright and didn't fall back asleep until five o'clock in the morning.

Just less than five seconds after she closed her eyes, the phone rang again.

Ye Zhen threw off the quilt, her eyes were bloodshot, she took the phone, saw that there was no note, thought it was a illegitimate meal, and hung up decisively.

The call came back after three seconds from the screen, and she hung up again.

Hit again, pull black.

Unexpectedly, another number called again.

Ye Zhen took a deep breath and connected the phone.

"Which one."

The other party did not speak for a long time, Ye Zhen's patience was completely exhausted, and when she was about to block the number, a middle-aged man's voice came with a bit of urgency, "Zhenzhen, it's Dad."

Ye Zhen said indifferently: "My father died a long time ago, who are you?"

The other party didn't care about her cold attitude and vicious words, and said very gently: "Father heard that you sprained your ankle, is it serious, have you been to the hospital? Do you need to—"

Before Ning Hongjing finished speaking, the phone was hung up again. When he dialed back again, he found that the number had been blocked again.

Ye Zhen threw away the phone, put her hands on her knees, and buried her head in the quilt.

She no longer remembered that this was the first number of Ning Hongjing's calls she had blocked.

One night four years ago.

Ye Zhen and Ning Hongjing met for the first time.

She had just debuted, and she was still a relatively unknown newcomer. At a dinner party where big shots gathered, she had just returned to the hotel after filming, but she ran into a man in the elevator.

It is widely rumored in the industry that Ning Hongjing, the founder of Ning Group, has a close relationship with Tang Meng, a famous actress in the entertainment industry.

For Ning Hongjing, Tang Meng faded out of the screen in the third year after winning the Golden Deer Award, willing to quit the circle to make soup for him.

However, in the elevator, Ning Hongjing stared at a young and beautiful actress without hesitation for a full minute, and even missed his own floor.

He said to the actress: "Miss, you look like an old friend of mine."

Ye Zhen sneered, "Sir, such an old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation has long since ceased to work."

The elevator door opened, Ye Zhen ignored Ning Hongjing's furrowed brows, and walked out of the elevator stepping on her high heels.

However, just as the elevator door closed, she couldn't take another step, and stood there in a daze.

Is this the man who ruined his mother?
The years have treated him very well, the man has no trace of middle-aged fat, handsome and elegant.

The photo of him in the elevator is not much different from the photo that his mother hid.

It's just that Ning Hongjing in the photo is young and youthful, and standing beside her is his mother Ye Qi, the man hugs her and smiles sweetly.

Standing in front of her was Ning Hongjing, who was mature and stable. He was Tang Meng's husband, and they were a loving and beautiful couple.

Ye Zhen remembered the days before meeting Jiang Jingting.

The shabby and damp rental house, Ye Shu, who was seriously ill in bed, and the domineering landlord.

And kneeling in front of the bed, holding Ye Qi's hands and crying.

Desperate and helpless, it seems that there will never be an end in sight.

The hotel staff saw that she looked strange and asked her if she needed help.

She shook her head with a wry smile, and staggered back to the room, feeling that reality was so absurd for the first time.

The phone rang again, bringing Ye Zhen back to reality from the memory.

Ye Zhen turned on the phone, it was Ruan Yun.

"Hey, Zhenzhen, it's me, I've been knocking for a long time, open the door for me!"

Ye Zhen opened the door, and Ruan Yun stood at the door with a big bag in her hand, her eyes were like seeing a ghost.

"Did you go to disco last night? Why are you so haggard?"

Ye Zhen wanted to take what was in her hand, but Ruan Yun waved her hand away, "I'll just do it myself."

"How did you come?"

"I'll come and see you. It's rare to have a vacation. I'm afraid you'll spoil yourself. How are your feet?"

Ruan Yun sat down on the sofa with an unusual look of joy on her face.

Ye Zhen poured her a glass of water, met her malicious eyes, and felt a little apprehensive, "Why are you staring at me?"

Ruan Yun was worried about her ankle injury, helped her to sit down, and smiled ambiguously, "What's the matter with you and that Jiang Jingting?"

Ye Zhen twitched the corner of her mouth, showing an expression of "I knew it", "We didn't—"

"Huh?" Ruan Yun squinted her eyes, revealing a dangerous atmosphere.

Seeing that she couldn't hide it from her, Ye Zhen sighed lightly and said helplessly, "He is my ex-boyfriend."

Ruan Yun stared at the boss, "You still have an ex-boyfriend? I thought you were gay. I never saw you bring a man home."

".Thank you for your concern. If nothing else happens, I should only like men in my life."

Ruan Yun cut up the fruit she brought and fed a piece to Ye Zhen, "Then how do you know each other?"

Ye Zhen lowered her eyes and let her go around behind her to comb her long unkempt hair, recalling the first meeting with Jiang Jingting.

"Ten years ago, I saved him."

Jiang Jingting was only 18 years old at that time.

He accompanied his grandfather to the hospital to visit his comrades. He got out of the car first and just walked to the entrance of the hospital. A patient on the fifth floor lost his mind and threw the vase out of the window. Coincidentally, the window was right above Jiang Jingting's head.

Ye Zhen, who was taking medicine for Ye Qi, passed by, thinking about how to pay off the huge amount of medical expenses owed, and accidentally saw the movement of the patient on the fifth floor, and at the critical moment, she rushed towards Jiang Jingting.

"Bang—" There was a loud noise.

The vase was shattered.

The medicine given to Ye Qi was spilled all over the floor.

Ye Zhen put her hands on the ground and looked at the fragments less than one meter away from the two of them. She was still in shock, panting heavily, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Jingting looked at Ye Zhen, the fragments of the vase splashed and scratched her fair and tender cheeks, he raised his hand to wipe the blood stains off her face.

"I am fine."

There was a warm touch on her face, Ye Zhen then looked down at him, only to find that the young man was too handsome, the moment her eyes met, she saw her own reflection in his eyes.

The patient who committed the crime was taken away, and the onlookers gradually dispersed. The dean was full of panic, and kept bowing down to apologize to the old man and Jiang Jingting.

Ye Zhen picked up the dropped medicines one by one, and was about to leave, but was stopped by the boy.

"I haven't thanked you yet."

Ye Zhen's eyes are cold, and she has a precocity that does not match her appearance.

The scratches on her cheeks had scabbed over, she lowered her head and counted the medicines in the bag, "It's a little effort, thank you."

"My name is Jiang Jingting, what's your name?"

"Ye Zhen."

"Ye Zhen." He repeated earnestly, "Is it Ye Zhen Zhen?"

"Ah."

Later, in order to repay her for saving Jiang Jingting's life, after learning about Ye Zhen's difficult situation, the old man offered to help her mother with medical treatment, and promised to send her to London to study together.And because of her mother's illness, she accepted the Jiang family's help.

Ye Zhen was 15 years old that year.

"wtf???!!" Ruan Yun opened his mouth into an O shape after listening.

"Have you known each other for so long? What about breaking up? Why?"

"I wanted to drop out of UCL and return to China, but he disagreed, so I broke up."

Ruan Yun suddenly realized, "No wonder you were so sad when I saw you at the airport four years ago."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were overcast clouds, raindrops poured down on the windows, Ye Zhen felt mixed feelings.

For four years, she would remit a sum of money to the Jiang family every year as compensation for the Jiang family's financial support for her studies and mother's medical expenses.

But all of them were returned by the same route.

What the man said in the car last night suddenly sounded in her mind.

"You owe me, do you really think you can pay it off?"