On the day of breaking off the engagement, I got married to my ex-uncle

Chu Xixi sat in the passenger seat, her slender and nervous hands tightly gripping the handles, her knuckles slightly white. She stared out the window at the winding, unknown country road, her heart beating like a drumbeat against her chest. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the road, coating it with a layer of golden mist. The originally clear road signs seemed to be swallowed by the hazy light and became blurred, just like the unpredictable future ahead.

Song Yian drove the car steadily, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips that spread quietly like ripples, forming a subtle echo with his deep gaze. His left hand firmly grasped the steering wheel like a sculpture, accurately controlling every turn, while his right hand seemed quite naughty, gently resting on the gear lever, occasionally touching Chu Xixi's fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, as if conveying a silent teasing.

"Xixi, you confused little thing, have you led us to the 'Peach Blossom Spring' again?" Song Yian pretended to be angry, but there was a warm current of playfulness flowing in his voice, as if even the rebuke carried the sweetness of honey.

Chu Xixi's cheeks instantly flushed with shyness, and she lowered her eyes, trying to hide her inner panic. She slightly awkwardly withdrew the hand that Song Yian had touched, and gently stroked the map in her hand with her fingertips, as if trying to find the lost direction from those lines and symbols: "No way, I remember I should go south..."

Song Yian did not stop smiling because of her explanation. Instead, a cunning light flashed in his eyes: "So that's why. No wonder the scenery along the way became more and more unfamiliar. I thought this pastoral painting was weaving a new dream for us." He pretended to be surprised, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his smile swayed in the evening breeze.

"Song Yian!" Chu Xixi finally couldn't hold back anymore, and called out his name half angrily and half coquettishly, with a playful spark flashing in her eyes, "If you keep making trouble like this, I'm going to grab the steering wheel!" Although her words carried a hint of threat, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed the sweetness in her heart.

Song Yian's cunning eyes lit up instantly. He seized this excellent opportunity, his tone full of teasing and expectation: "Okay, as long as you are willing to give me a sweet kiss as 'parking fee', I will immediately give you the driving rights." His eyes were full of smirks, as if he had foreseen the beautiful scene that was to follow.

Chu Xixi's face was made more beautiful by the blush of shyness. She lowered her eyes slightly and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She seemed to be struggling with the courage deep in her heart. Finally, as if she had mustered up her lifelong determination, she tilted her head slightly with an almost pious caution. Her soft hair slid gently down her shoulders with the movement, like a string of silent notes, adding a bit of poetry to the tense and delicate atmosphere.

At this moment, Chu Xixi's cherry lips left a kiss on Song Yian's fair cheek. At that moment, time seemed to freeze between the two of them, with only the drumbeats of each other's heartbeats echoing in the silence, which were the ripples of emotion, quietly spreading until they touched the softest corner of each other's hearts.

Song Yian obviously did not expect Chu Xixi to respond to his teasing so boldly. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then quickly turned into a spark of surprise. He slammed on the brakes, and the car, which was originally speeding, suddenly stopped sideways on the empty and lonely country road. The tires rubbed against the road and made a sharp hiss, as if cheering for their intense emotional collision at the moment.

Song Yian turned his head, his deep eyes locked onto Chu Xixi. He lowered his head slightly, and his handsome face looked more three-dimensional and angular under the moonlight. His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to carry a unique magic that went straight to people's hearts: "So you are so reserved. In this case, why don't we have a deeper exchange and let each other's heartbeats interweave into an irresistible symphony."

Chu Xixi's heartbeat was as violent as a drum, almost breaking free from the restraints of her chest and jumping to her throat. Song Yian's breath was like a hot tide, sweeping over her world in an instant, bringing his unique masculine charm, which she could not resist. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if telling of her inner anxiety and expectation. The next moment, a warm and eager force covered her lips. It was Song Yian's affectionate kiss, like a turbulent sea, instantly stirring up the long-dormant waves in her heart. She was immersed in this passionate lingering, forgetting to breathe, forgetting time, and only wishing to sink into this boundless love with him.

However, the cold wind intruded through the half-open car window at an inopportune time, bringing with it the chill of a winter night, abruptly severing the strong and inseparable love between the two. Chu Xixi woke up as if from a dream, and vaguely noticed something strange. She slowly opened her eyes, only to see Song Yian holding up his phone grimly, his deep eyes now showing a thin layer of frost.

Xu Yuanmo's voice came through the receiver of the phone, mixed with anxiety and uncontrollable threats: "Song Yian, what are you doing? You must bring the documents back to the company within ten minutes, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" The severity and urgency in his words were like a thunderclap, instantly breaking the charming atmosphere in the car.

Song Yian's face suddenly became solemn. He glanced at Chu Xixi, and a trace of barely perceptible guilt flashed in his eyes. He replied softly, "Hey, I got it. I'll be there soon." After hanging up the phone, he looked at Chu Xixi deeply, and his eyes contained apology, helplessness, and some indescribable emotions. Then, he restarted the car, and the engine roared, breaking the moment of silence.

The air in the car is still filled with unfinished ambiguity and unspoken secrets, which interweave with the cold wind to form a complex and subtle atmosphere. Chu Xi looks at the night passing by outside the window, with mixed feelings in his heart, while Song Yian holds the steering wheel tightly with a firm look in his eyes, as if silently making a promise. The story between the two is like the ruts on this country road. Although it deviates from the established track for a short time, it returns to the right track under the pressure of reality, leaving endless reverie and expectations.

The car started moving again. The night outside the car window was as dark as ink, and the halo of neon lights intertwined colorful patterns on the glass. Chu Xixi sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring at the road stretching ahead, as if an unknown fate was hidden at the end. On her shoulder, Song Yian was as calm as water. Although he looked calm, there was a trace of imperceptible thoughts between his eyebrows. His thoughts and Chu Xixi's thoughts intertwined and drifted in the silent air, like stardust blown away by the wind in the night sky. They looked at each other from a distance, but they were both lost. They didn't know when they would be able to find their way home in the maze of life.

Song Yian was facing a flamboyant opponent at the moment. He had a proud and arrogant smile on his face, and his deep eyes sparkled with confidence, as if he had everything under control. Facing the provocative gaze of the other party, Song Yian remained calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was relaxed and firm: "I'm really sorry, I have already sold the work you like to someone else. However, I have other equally outstanding works of art here. If you are interested, let me show you a few."

The opponent's face changed slightly. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he still maintained a false politeness on the surface and said indifferently: "In this case, please let me feast my eyes, Mr. Song, just as a learning experience." Song Yian nodded slightly, and his words revealed an unquestionable demeanor: "Wait a moment, I will get it."

Chu Xixi stayed alone, feeling mixed emotions, full of confusion and curiosity about this sudden mysterious figure. As his figure gradually approached, Chu Xixi could clearly feel her heartbeat suddenly accelerating like a drumbeat, a palpitation she had never experienced before. Song Yian appeared at the right time, with a gentle smile on his face like a spring breeze. That smile seemed to have magic power, instantly dispelling the cold and hard atmosphere in the room, making people feel warm, as if the buds of spring bloomed in an instant, bringing fragrance to the room.

"Sorry for the long wait." Song Yian's voice was like the notes flowing on the strings of a musical instrument, low and magnetic. "This is the original creator of the painting you admire - Chu Xixi. It is worth mentioning that she is not only my partner, but also my nominal wife." While speaking, Song Yian's eyes always stayed gently on Chu Xixi. The deep affection did not need words, it had quietly permeated the air.

Upon hearing this, the other party's eyes instantly fell on Chu Xixi, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. Then he nodded politely and praised: "The beauty of the painting is already amazing; but the beauty of the person is even better than the painting." He took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Chu Xixi gracefully, saying sincerely and temptingly: "This is a gift for you. If you are willing to create a painting for me alone, I am willing to pay a higher fee."

Chu Xixi took the check with mixed feelings. She looked up at the other party, a hint of teasing flashed in her bright eyes, and she replied softly: "Thank you very much for your appreciation and generosity, but I am afraid I will disappoint you. Although this invitation is indeed attractive to me, I am sorry that I cannot accept it. After all, I am worried that my clumsy writing will make your handsome face too 'real', and if so, wouldn't it be a waste of your kindness?" After the voice fell, Chu Xixi raised a sly smile at the corner of her mouth, cleverly defusing the tense atmosphere with humor, and also tactfully rejected the other party's request.

"Just kidding, I just like your neither humble nor overbearing personality." The business partner, who was free and easy-going and had a wise look in his eyes, gently pushed the carefully filled check in his hand to the table with a faint smile. The ink on it had not yet dried, just like his expectation for this cooperation. He locked his eyes with Song Yian, and his calmness and confidence seemed to tell him: This trust comes not only from money, but also from the appreciation of each other's personality charm.

Song Yian was slightly startled, and glanced at Chu Xixi beside him. She remained as calm and indifferent as ever, and the gentleness between her eyebrows was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, ripples moving slightly, but not causing any waves. He retracted his gaze, calmly put the check into his arms, and took out a beautifully bound calligraphy and painting as a return gift. It was written by him personally, and the smooth brushstrokes contained his interpretation of his attitude towards life and his expectations for the future.

The man took the calligraphy and painting, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, obviously he was quite satisfied with the gift. He smiled and took out a jade bracelet from the brocade box he carried with him. Its texture was as delicate as fat, and its color was bright and moving, just like the new green breaking through the ice in spring, full of vitality. "I heard that you and Xixi are husband and wife, so this bracelet is my gift to you two, please be sure to accept it." His voice was mellow and sincere, and every word seemed to be inlaid with sincere blessings.

Before Chu Xixi responded, Song Yian took the bracelet first, and stroked its smooth surface with his fingers, feeling the refreshing coolness. He smiled slightly and said firmly: "Of course we have to accept it as husband and wife, thank you." When the man turned and left, Song Yian's face suddenly darkened, and his deep eyes flashed with a complex light.

"Why don't you ask me?" He looked at Chu Xixi awkwardly, with a hint of blame and helplessness in his words. He didn't understand why she could always be so indifferent, as if all the troubles in the world could not shake her inner peace. "Why didn't I tell you in advance just now?" He emphasized his tone, expecting her explanation.

Chu Xixi looked at Song Yian's serious expression and couldn't help laughing. The laughter was like the sound of spring water, crisp and pleasant, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere in the room. "How is it? I like the gift you gave me very much." She gently raised the jade bracelet, and the sunlight shone on it through the window lattice, reflecting the crystal clear brilliance. Her eyes were gentle as water, and her smile was full of joy, as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on this bracelet at this moment.

Seeing this, Song Yian's gloom instantly dissipated, replaced by joy and relief. "As long as you like it." He whispered in a low voice, his voice full of pampering and satisfaction.

The journey ended, the night faded quietly, the eastern sky was pale, and the glimmer of dawn covered the earth with a hazy golden veil. Song Yian sat in the car, looking at the scenery gradually moving away outside the window with a longing look, his heart full of reluctance to part with this wonderful time. However, Chu Xixi interrupted his thoughts at this time, patted his shoulder gently, and said softly: "I'm so tired, I'm going to rest."

She stretched lazily, her long hair fluttering in the wind, the scene was as beautiful as an oil painting. She turned to look at Song Yian, her smile as bright as the rising sun, and waved gently, saying, "Have a nice weekend!" After that, she got out of the car gracefully, and her figure disappeared in the morning mist, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette, as well as Song Yian's endless thoughts and expectations.

Song Yian had a gentle smile on his face as he watched Chu Xixi walk away until she disappeared from his sight. He raised his hand and waved gently, sending out a sincere blessing: "You too, have a nice weekend." However, just as the car carrying Chu Xixi drove out of the alley and merged into the busy city traffic, Song Yian's smile froze instantly, like mist blown away by the cold wind, dissipating without a trace.

"Have a nice weekend." He cursed in a low voice, his tone mixed with undisguised resentment and bitterness. Song Yian turned his head away from the empty parking space, as if Chu Xixi's spring-like smile still remained there, piercing the softest part of his heart. He adjusted his breathing, trying to dispel the lingering melancholy, and then drove his car and slowly parked it in a corner of the garage parking lot.

Just as his car had just been firmly inserted into the parking space, a roar of an engine came from far away, and a dazzling Porsche rushed over like a nimble cheetah and parked accurately in the parking space next to him. Song Yian's heart tightened, he knew that the owner of the car was Chu Xixi's new love.