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I opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit.
"Mr. Song," he said, looking at Song Wenlin, "the old man sent me to take you back."
" uncle Wang," Song Wenlin replied gently, "please tell my father I'm sorry. I want to be a little willful for a while longer."
"But..."
"The noodles need to be cooked until soft," he said, turning towards the kitchen. "Would you like to join me for a meal?"
I watched his back and suddenly understood what it meant to be composed.
After dinner, uncle Wang left.
As I was clearing the dishes, I asked him, "Aren't you afraid your father will be angry?"
"Of course," he leaned against the sink, "but I'd rather be a happy wandering artist than a lonely heir."
My hands paused. His words seemed to resonate deeply within me.
"Ding—" My phone lit up.
It was a message from Lu Heng's assistant: "Miss Xu, manager Lu wants to see you."
Song Wenlin saw the message and gently held my hand. "Do you want to meet him?"
I shook my head and deleted the message. "Help me taste the noodles and see if they're too salty."
He smiled, but there was a hint of an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't comprehend.
That night, I had a dream.
I saw Lu Heng standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Lingyun Club, telling his assistant, "No matter what it takes, bring her back."
"Marry me."
I was watering the flowers when I heard those words, and I nearly dropped the watering can.
Song Wenlin leaned against the balcony railing, his expression serious enough to suggest he wasn't joking.
"What? Are you out of your mind?"
"It's a fake marriage," he explained. "My dad sent someone again recently. He said if I don't go back soon, he'll send someone to keep an eye on me."
I set down the watering can. "So?"
"If I'm already married, they won't be able to force me to go back," he said, his eyes sparkling. "And you want to completely cut ties with Lu Heng, right?"
The proposal was both crazy and tempting.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Anyway," he shrugged, "we're all just people running for our lives."
The next day, we went to the civil affairs bureau.
"Did you bring your photos?" the staff member asked.
Song Wenlin took out his camera. "Is it okay if we take them now?"
"Sure, go over there to take them."
He pulled me to stand in front of a white wall. "Come on, strike a pose."
"What pose?"
"Just..." He suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Like this."
With a click, the camera captured that unexpected kiss.
My face instantly turned red. "What are you doing?"
"For backup," he laughed, pointing at the camera on the ceiling. "I need my dad to believe this is real."
The moment we received our marriage certificate, we both smiled.
In the photo on the red booklet, we looked like a truly loving couple.
"Honey," I teased him deliberately, "what should we do now?"
"Of course," he took my hand, "you should treat your husband to a nice meal."
At the opening of the Beicheng Art Museum, the place was bustling with people.
"I heard the star of this exhibition is a reclusive genius painter."
"They say his works are highly sought after at international auctions."
I stood in a corner of the venue, watching Song Wenlin speak on stage.
He was dressed in formal attire, revealing for the first time his noble demeanor.
It turned out he was the internationally acclaimed young artist, Lin Bi.
"Thank you all for coming to my exhibition," his voice remained warm.
"The pieces on display are all my recent works; I hope they can bring some emotion to everyone."
I wandered through the gallery, admiring the paintings on the walls.
There were sunrises over our small town, the jujube tree in our yard, and... my silhouette in the kitchen.
"I'll take this painting."
A familiar voice sounded behind me.
I turned around and saw Lu Heng standing in front of a large oil painting.
The woman in the painting sat by the window, bathed in a golden hue from the setting sun.
That was how I looked when I was working late at the Design Company.
"I'm sorry," Song Wenlin said, having approached us without my noticing, "but this painting is not for sale."
"Name your price," Lu Heng replied, his voice carrying an air of pressure. "I'll offer one hundred million."
"One hundred million?" Song Wenlin laughed. "But my wife is priceless."
As he spoke, he took my hand.
The wedding rings on our ring fingers sparkled under the light.
Lu Heng's expression darkened instantly, "Xu Xinyan, you!"
" manager Lu," I said calmly, "we are already married."
"Impossible," he scoffed. "How long have you two been registered?"
"Long enough," Song Wenlin said, "long enough for me to fill an entire exhibition hall with my paintings."
At that moment, Lin Wan walked over.
She elegantly linked arms with Lu Heng.
"The painting is truly beautiful," she said as she gazed at the artwork. "No wonder Lu Heng recognized you."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
" manager Lu, Miss Lin," Song Wenlin said politely, "My wife and I have guests to attend to, so we must excuse ourselves."
We turned to leave, and behind us came the sound of a glass shattering.
"Are you alright?" Song Wenlin asked.
I shook my head but noticed my hands were trembling slightly.
He suddenly embraced me. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
That hug made it hard for me to discern whether this was all just a sham marriage.
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