Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Ji Hang seemed to understand why she was hesitating, his index finger slowly slid down her smooth face, and clasped it on her slender neck, his lips pressed against her ear, "Why, are you scared?" His smile There is a charm and cruelty that she can't understand, "I let you stay under the table for so long, just to let you see clearly - I, Cheng Jihang, am not a soft-hearted person, I will retreat to advance, I will show off, I And bully the weak."

"I am cold, I am harsh, I am a person who has worked hard step by step in the law of the jungle with blood and sweat. There is too much darkness behind me, but this is the real me. I don't want to follow what Jiang Yun said. I did something like 'slow down, it suits your rhythm, it's not good to be in a hurry'. I cut myself open from head to tail with a knife, so that you can see the black blood and ugly cysts under the skin, So..." His voice became softer, "Do you still love me?"

Does she still love him?

This question is so light, but every word hit her hard in the heart.

If time goes back six months, she will definitely answer without hesitation, "Love!"

At that time, she was hopelessly looking up at the stern young man in front of her, fascinated by his every movement, sharpness was sharpness, meanness was cleverness, impatientness was determination—but now, everything had changed, she She has stayed in the entertainment industry for too long, and she has seen too many "smart people". She is already tired of guessing the deep meaning behind every action, and has no strength to appreciate those black tricks anymore. One's eyes can see the heart.

She... only wants ordinary and small happiness.

Perhaps because her silence was too long this time, Ji Hang finally lost the calmness he had always been proud of. The thumb and index finger that clasped her neck slightly lost strength, pinching her in a backward posture. There was a hint of hotness in his tone, "You can refuse, but you should understand that I never accept rejection."

His pressing only made Wanwan feel more and more nowhere to go, she supported his solid chest with both hands, turned her head to avoid the scorching and frightening gaze, "Ji Hang, the gap between us is too big, I... I can't keep up with your footsteps, maybe we are not suitable."

"Can't keep up?" Cheng Jihang sneered, not accepting her excuse, "What do you mean by not being able to keep up? As long as I, Cheng Jihang, can still stand up, I won't let my woman suffer. My hand is Your hands, my legs are your legs, I will hold you, carry you, pull you, let you go forward with me. Even if I can't stand up, I can still move forward with you on my back Come on, tell me, what does it mean to be unable to keep up?!"

This confession was too eager and direct, and Wan Wan was almost overwhelmed by the deep love in it, but, but no, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, "Don't you understand? I don't love you at all, at least, right now No! Even if you don't accept it, I will tell my true thoughts. Yes, yes, you can force, you can threaten, you can make me say those three words, but what's the point? You You can get too much willing love, why do you have to twist this unripe melon?"

Gu Wanwan took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, "Ji Hang... don't let me underestimate you."

Cheng Jihang's dark eyes were complicated, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened up slowly and let her go.

"Is that your answer?"

Wanwan sat stiffly on the desk, covered her face with her hands, and shook her head wearily, "I don't know, I really don't know, Ji Hang, please give me some time to think about it."