After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

The place where Feng Yun and Cheng Qian met was an old cafe on the streets of Rome.

The path outside the cafe is narrow and winding. Under the dim light of old-fashioned street lamps, it gives people an illusion of time and space transformation.

When the wind chimes at the door rang again and again, Feng Yun withdrew his gaze from the window.

A tall and thin figure appeared in his line of sight.

Cheng Qian was wearing a black coat, carrying a black backpack on his shoulders, his eyebrows and hair were black, only his skin was almost pale, which was very eye-catching.

When Feng Yun saw him, he also saw Feng Yun, and walked towards him directly.

The cafe is small, the orange lights are warm, and there are many people sitting or standing drinking and chatting.

Feng Yun and Cheng Qian sat in the corner, feeling out of place with the people around them who came out to enjoy life after a busy day's work on a cold winter night.

Cheng Qian's brows and eyes showed a slight look of lethargy, and his skin was pale, which was very different from what Ning An saw in Australia.

Now he looks very calm, even lacking the vitality that his age should have.

The temperature in the room was very high. After he put away his coat and backpack, he raised his eyes to look at Feng Yun: "Boss Feng is looking for me, what's the matter?"

Before Feng Yun could answer, he smiled again: "Oh, you said it on the phone."

Then he asked, "I saw that on the Internet, can you tell me who you are here for?"

"I'm here for Ning'an, Teacher Cheng." Feng Yun said softly, his tone was very clear: "I know that something similar happened to you, so I came to ask you for help on his behalf."

He had a good impression of Cheng Qian, and in Cheng Qian, there was a little vague figure of Ning An.

Not much, not much.

Because Ning An may be more positive, but Cheng Qian seems to have covered himself in a transparent hood, which is difficult to touch.

But that little bit of similarity was enough to make him like him.

Holding the cup in both hands, Cheng Qian lowered his head and took a sip of coffee.

Hearing Feng Yun's words, his hands trembled imperceptibly, and the coffee splashed out, leaving a dazzling mark on his beige cashmere sweater.

"Don't call me Teacher, right?" He said, "You can just call me Cheng Qian."

Feng Yun nodded.

His expression was calm and gentle, his eyes were sincere, he put away all the sharpness on his body, and sat quietly opposite Cheng Qian like a simple big boy.

Make it easy for those in front of him to let their guard down.

He handed the tissue to Cheng Qian, but Cheng Qian looked down at the coffee stains on his chest, then shook his head: "It's useless."

His eyes were still on the coffee stains, but he had already changed the subject: "Can you tell me what your relationship is? You can run around for him, it should be a very close relationship?"

"He is my lover." Feng Yun said.

"Oh?" Cheng Qian was slightly taken aback, the smile on his face gradually became real and vivid, and his eyes gradually brightened and softened.

Then he said, "So it's him? Are you engaged? I don't seem to have read any reports on this? I thought..."

He thought of that night in Australia, when Ning An and Wang Rong stood together like two shining pearls, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"We've been married for more than a year. Because of his career, we haven't made it public yet." Feng Yun also laughed, subconsciously caressing the wedding ring on his left ring finger with his right thumb.

Then he asked, "Have you followed me before?"

Cheng Qian didn't speak, and followed his movements to look at his wedding ring, then pursed his lips and smiled: "Did the old man choose it?"

At the same time, Feng Yun was also asking: "Is it because of Mr. Wang? Because I am his half-boss?"

The two questions overlapped and were very messy, but they could hear each other clearly.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yun first laughed: "I chose, I didn't like him at that time, and wanted to disgust him on purpose."

Then he wrinkled his nose: "I'm a bad person."

"And then?" Cheng Qian also showed an interesting and curious look, but he didn't answer Feng Yun's question.

For some reason, after Feng Yun finished saying "he is my lover," the atmosphere between them changed.

Like old friends reunited after a long absence, they opened their hearts to each other.

The fate between people is really strange sometimes. Under the warm yellow light, their eyes met, and there was a little smile in their eyes.

"Then it didn't take long for me to realize that I actually liked him very much, but I didn't dare to confess to him, and I always liked to torment him," Feng Yun smiled. He rarely told people about his love life. At this moment in a foreign country, suddenly There are people who can talk, and he unexpectedly found that he has the desire to talk, the happiness in his heart is like fireworks, it bursts so big and beautiful, he wants to share it with the world: "But he is very good, he rarely cares about me, Always let me."

His gaze was very gentle, and he turned to the ring again, and smiled softly: "Actually, I know it all in my heart."

Cheng Qian sat opposite him and looked at him quietly, with complicated eyes and a smile on his lips.

Feng Yun suddenly stopped talking, because that smile was both envious and desolate, making one's heart a little sour.

The coffee has been refilled, and a wisp of hot air is separated between them like light smoke.

In the dilapidated coffee shop, under the warm lighting, it seemed that they were separated into two completely different worlds.

Cheng Qian didn't comment on anything, seeing that Feng Yun didn't say anything, and didn't ask any more, he lowered his head and took two sips of coffee, sighing softly: "That's great."

I don't know if it's lamenting coffee, or something else.

They chatted casually for a few more words before turning the topic back.

Cheng Qian thought for a while before saying, "Actually, I haven't thought about what happened that year for a long time, but I haven't forgotten it, and I still dream about it occasionally."

He looked down at the time: "I'm going to fly to New York tomorrow. I can tell you all the details I can think of today. If you have anything to add later, you can call me."

Feng Yun nodded: "Do you mind if I record it?"

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay, we can record it."

"Before that incident, the three of us have been very good. He...Zheng Wenze and Wang Rong are college classmates, and I met him because of Wang Rong."

"Nine years. At that time, we were still very young. I was only 21 years old, two years younger than them. We were not well-known, but we all had some works of our own. Except Wang Rong Apart from following Mr. Brad, Zheng Wenze and I both have our own companies."

"We share the same interests, often exchange works with each other, and even go in and out of each other's bedrooms, without any precautions, and use each other's computers, thinking that we will be friends for life,..."

"Until that small designer joint show, I was accused by Zheng Wenze's assistant Hu Dong of plagiarizing Zheng Wenze's work on the spot, I..."

Feng Yun turned on the recording, did not interrupt, and listened quietly.

Cheng Qian sighed softly: "Every time I go back to that day in a dream, I always feel that maybe it was a dream, how could it be, without any warning, just a few minutes ago backstage, I was tidying up for the models. When I was getting dressed, Zheng Wenze still hugged me, saying that I am so good, that I will definitely succeed..."

"I still don't remember how the show ended at that time, and how the designers and staff present looked at me."

"But at that time, I still had some hope in my heart, because there were some things in my computer that could prove my innocence, but after I went back, I found out that those key evidences had been deleted by someone, and I didn't know when it was deleted. Know."

"After Wang Rong came back from the United States, Zheng Wenze explained to him that there was a misunderstanding, which was caused by his assistant. However, the whole circle already knew about this matter, and I couldn't prove myself."

"I became a plagiarist, experienced the betrayal of my closest friends, and no one believed me wholeheartedly," he smiled, maybe he had thought about those things too many times, and the pain was numb, so there was no expression on his face. What a painful look, he just lowered his eyes and said softly: "Later, I had no choice but to leave."

"I have stayed in the United States for more than a year, and I want to start again, but it is still difficult to get out of the past. I often use alcohol to drown my sorrows. Later, I accidentally hurt my hand after drinking too much," he spread his right hand to give Feng Yun looked at that hand, which was slender and smooth from the back. It was very beautiful, but there was a hideous scar in the palm, which was still shocking after so many years. Cheng Qian stroked the scar and said softly: "It hurts the nerve."

He was silent for a moment before continuing: "Later, I realized that I probably couldn't continue to make costumes. I couldn't bear it both mentally and physically, so I resolutely left the United States and came to Italy to study again. restart."

Cheng Qian's skin was pale, his eyes were pitch-black, and there was a kind of gentleness coming from his body, he was a handsome man with a touch of classical beauty.

Maybe because of his good looks, Feng Yun felt very nervous after hearing his words, feeling sour and astringent.

Like a sad feeling.

"Didn't Teacher Wang look for you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't help asking: "Don't he believe you?"

Cheng Qian was silent, Feng Yun thought he would not answer, and felt sorry for his presumptuousness: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Cheng Qian smiled, his brows furrowed, and it took a while before he laughed at himself: "I just don't know what to say."

"Does he believe me?" There seemed to be some doubts about this sentence, and it seemed to be affirmed with doubts. After saying this sentence, he fell silent again.

It seems to be really thinking about how to express it.

Then he opened his eyes wide, as if holding back tears: "But he also believes in Zheng Wenze."

"He felt that there was a misunderstanding between us, because Zheng Wenze kept saying in front of him that I did not plagiarize, but," he took a deep breath, "Wang Rong will not delete the evidence in my computer. I have been in contact with it, and I should know that he is a real gentleman. Besides me and him, Zheng Wenze is the only one who has access to my computer. If those evidences have not been deleted, maybe I also believe Zheng Wenze, but it is true. It was deleted. He stabbed me, but he was a good person in front of Wang Rong, and everything was pushed to his assistant."

"Zheng Wenze even issued a statement, saying that I did not plagiarize, and that his assistant was causing trouble, but no one believed it. Everyone only thought that Zheng Wenze was a saint. Because of his good relationship with each other, he swallowed his grievances to excuse me. , He calculates people's minds so accurately, how can someone as stupid as Wang Rong not believe him?"

"So he believed both in me and in him. He thought there was a complete misunderstanding between us. His hope was very good. He hoped that after the misunderstanding was resolved, we would slowly find evidence and clean it up slowly, or he would protect me for the rest of my life."

His words became messy, he put his palm on the brow bone, blocked his eyes, and only showed his tightly pressed lips. After a while, he said softly: "Wang Rong has been begging me to go back and find evidence for me, but I I can’t find any evidence for myself, how could he have it? My reputation has been ruined, I can’t even prove myself, what should I do when I go back?”

"Confront Zheng Wenze? He'll just say that I didn't plagiarize. I can't say anything. As soon as I open my mouth, I'm the ignorant one, the narrow-minded one. Do you understand?"

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and nodded, Zheng Wenze's move was really fucking bad and cruel.

So even if Ning An tried his best, he would pull him down.

"And I gradually couldn't face him anymore. When I saw him, I would think of those painful memories." Cheng Qian said softly: "After I left the United States, no one told Wang Rong, and he couldn't find me. gone."

"Until the past two years, because of my achievements in curating, many people may have seen me again." He smiled bitterly: "That's why you can find me."

Feng Yun was silent for a long time, the coffee in the cup was completely cold, he couldn't bear to look at Cheng Qian's face soaked in sadness, so he turned his head to look out the window.

There was a wind blowing outside the window, and the passers-by covered their coats, their hair blown up by the wind.

"Then later, didn't you continue to investigate this matter?" After a long silence, Feng Yun still asked.

"No, I gave up at that time. For a while, I wanted to start with Hu Dong, but Hu Dong was fired by Zheng Wenze because of that incident, and there was no news." Cheng Qian said: "Later, when I was curating activities Zhong accidentally learned that Hu Dong changed his name and surname shortly after that incident, and his family immigrated to Canada, but at that time I had no energy and I didn’t want to continue the investigation.”

"I just don't know why, I have been paying attention to him, so I also know that he returned to China two years ago, lived in City B, and opened a chain supermarket." Cheng Qian smiled: "It just went bankrupt not long after. , life is not good now."

When Feng Yun and Cheng Qian parted ways, it was already past 11:[-] pm local time.

At the entrance of the cafe, Feng Yun called Cheng Qian to stop, and told him that they already had evidence that could directly prove Ning An's innocence.

The reason why I came to him was to completely pull Zheng Wenze down so that he could no longer hurt others.

Cheng Qian was slightly distracted, and smiled for a while: "The reason why I am willing to expose my scars is also because I don't want anyone to repeat my tragedy."

"No more, Cheng Qian." Feng Yun said firmly: "Not only Ning An will be innocent, but you will too."

Cheng Qian just shook his head when he heard the words, as if he really didn't care anymore.

Feng Yun lowered his head and fell silent, Cheng Qian smiled: "Goodbye, Feng Yun."

"Cheng Qian," Feng Yun called him, "Are you planning to go back?"

"No...won't you go back?" Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Feng Yun to ask this question, but then he replied: "It's been so many years, although I know that Wang Rong was cheated , he is a bit silly sometimes, but I still dare not go back because..."

"You just said you were bad, right?" He smiled: "That's because you haven't seen how bad I am. If I go back, I may torture Wang Rong all the time, so I can't go back."

He said softly: "I hate him so much!"

His voice was too soft, scattered by the night wind, and disappeared around the corner with his back.

Feng Yun was walking through the narrow alleys in Italy, his eyes were sore from the wind. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the tiny stains on Cheng Qian's sweater, which was splashed by coffee, and Cheng Qian's soft voice. "It's useless."

The more pure and clean something is, the less it can be contaminated with dust, and even a little bit of it can completely destroy that piece of purity.

Those who are ugly are easy to break, and those who are bright and bright are easy to stain. Cheng Qian has both. If no one protects and pampers, this life is doomed to be more bitter than sweet.

He went back to the hotel and took a shower to wash away his exhaustion.

In the early hours of the morning, it was more than seven o'clock in the morning in China, and Ning An usually got up and had breakfast.

Feng Yun leaned against the bed, made a video call to him, and told him that he had booked a ticket for the next day and would fly directly to City B to see Hu Dong.

Things were going smoothly, whether it was Zhang Qi and some other people's support for Ning An in China, or Cheng Qian's unreserved tearing of the scars and restoring everything in front of him.

When he was about to hang up, Feng Yun called Ning An again.

The phone was placed on the stand, and Ning An was sitting in his seat in the restaurant eating breakfast.

The sun hit his side cheeks, and his long eyelashes formed a light halo.

It made him look warm and soft, as if he hadn't suffered much.

Feng Yun looked at him for a moment, and Ning An occasionally glanced at him, chewing with puffy cheeks.

He remembered the silhouette of Ning An counting money with his head down when he was in the most difficult time, his eyes suddenly became moist, he called his name, and said with emotion: "Ning An, no matter what happens in the future, I will face it with you , even if you are wrong, I will only protect you and not blame you."

Just as Ning An picked up the small plate containing the fried eggs, he couldn't help but raise it a little bit higher. From the viewing angle, the plate blocked half of his face, only revealing his dark eyes.

Those eyes showed some worry first, Ning An asked him: "Did something happen? Feng Yun?"

Feng Yun shook his head: "No, I just miss you, I miss you very much."

Immediately afterwards, those eyes bent into a beautiful arc: "Feng Yun, I miss you too. You have always been with me, accompanied me to face, and helped me share the burden."

Then he moved closer and said, "I love you, Feng Yun."

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-2119:54:46~2019-12-2216:22:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 ordinary person Li;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gray sauce, Beisi, Suiyu; 3 bottles of Qinyuan; 1 bottle of warehouse keeper;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!