Untamed Passionate Kiss

After finishing her conversation with her mother, Yin Miao turned around and found Bian Yu staring blankly at his phone.

Like a clay Buddha, with its heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys hollowed out.

"What's wrong?" she asked, leaning closer.

Bian Yu suddenly woke up with a start, only then remembering to breathe.

He abruptly flipped his phone over and slammed it face down, forcing a smile as he said, "It's nothing, just a New Year's greeting."

Yin Miao felt it wasn't that simple, but Bian Yu took the initiative to start a different topic.

"Want to go shopping?"

"Um."

As soon as I got down to the first floor, I could feel the bustling atmosphere.

There were too many people, so Bian Yu reached out and considerately took Yin Miao's hand.

Yin Miao noticed that his arms were trembling slightly and asked him if he was cold.

Bian Yu nodded, completely bewildered.

Yin Miao suggested getting her coat from the car, but was refused.

Bian Yu: "No need, we'll just stroll around for a bit and then leave."

The temple was bustling with people, filled with the stench of incense, and marked with signs of prayer everywhere. There were also vendors selling everlasting lamps.

Yin Miao bought about ten lamps and wrote the names of his family members and Bian Yu on them all.

Further on, there's a small garden party that exhibits many things related to ancestral temple culture.

Yin Miao had seen some of them before, while others were more local and she didn't understand them, so she patiently listened to Bian Yu's explanation.

After walking around for a while, Yin Miao finally felt a bit tired and suggested going home.

Bian Yu called his parents and asked them to bring the Yin family downstairs.

When they returned, they were escorted by police cars, making quite a show of force.

The tourists looked at Yin Miao with envy and a sense of envy that she deserved it.

Who can blame them when Bian Yu is so capable, and Yin Miao is so awesome?

A man like Bian Yu deserves to be married to someone of equal social standing.

It's not about economic compatibility, but about spiritual compatibility.

If Bian Yu were to find a beautiful but brainless A-list celebrity, he might not even receive the blessings of the general public.

His choice was so rational, so excellent, so impeccable.

So much so that Bian Yu's alma mater uses him and Yin Miao as role models.

"The best kind of love is when both sides strive for excellence."

Bian Yu listened, unmoved.

Clearly, that's what he thought back then too.

Back at the lakeside villa, Bian Yu tidied up briefly and said he was going out for a run.

Aren't you tired?

Yin Miao looked at him and asked, as if trying to see into the deepest part of his being.

Bian Yu: "During holidays and festivals, the excitement makes it easy to have insomnia. If I don't go for a run, I probably won't be able to fall asleep tonight."

He already had difficulty falling asleep.

Yin Miao had no reason to object, and simply pouted, saying, "Be careful."

Bian Yu nodded.

Remembering something, she added, "Qin Yuan has invited you tomorrow night, and you're bound to drink a lot. You'd better not stay up too late and get some rest."

"I know what I'm doing."

This villa is not located in a residential complex; it is built within a scenic area.

Just a few minutes' walk from outside is the sightseeing boardwalk.

After running a lap around the boardwalk, which is about ten kilometers, Bian Yu ran most of it in one go.

He maintains a regular training regimen and also practices free fighting, so his physical strength is much better than when he was younger.

Otherwise, if he had taken that last breath, he would definitely have been crippled.

Although his lungs didn't explode, he was still feeling unwell.

At the rest stop on the boardwalk, Bian Yu sat hunched over, panting heavily.

My mind is filled with Meng Yang's official announcement on WeChat Moments, it's like waves crashing in my heart.

Bian Yu was like a small boat on the sea, tossed about restlessly.

After catching my breath for what seemed like an eternity, I still couldn't hold back.

He pulled out his phone and frantically examined the photo of the little girl bending over backwards.

Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he does resemble Liang Yutang quite a bit. But that doesn't prove it's Liang Yutang.

A ridiculous and absurd thought popped into Bian Yu's mind, making him act like a clueless seventeen or eighteen-year-old, trying every possible way to find clues.

For example, you could put a photo of Liang Yutang as an adult and a photo of her as a little girl into the AI ​​and ask a question.

"Compare these two people to see if they are the same person."

AI analyzes for five seconds and then responds:

Although they are in different age groups, their facial features and basic facial characteristics are not significantly different, making them highly likely to be the same person.

Key similarities: Both have round almond-shaped eyes and oval faces. They have slender frames and gentle nose bridges.

……

Bian Yu looked at that confident analysis and felt a pain in his brow.

Completely forgetting that this was a tool she herself had trained, she rattled off a string of responses:

"She's excessively thin, where's the oval face? Are you blind? You're an artificial idiot."

AI response —

"I apologize, but based on your feedback, I conducted a more in-depth scan and analysis, and they are indeed the same person. Furthermore, according to publicly available information, this girl is Liang Yutang, the eldest princess of the Liang Group. The second photo of the girl appears to be a previously unreleased childhood photo of her. Below are Liang Yutang's public social media accounts. If needed, you can click the content below to confirm."

Then I'll send you a link to Weibo.

Bian Yu didn't know what he was thinking, but he clicked on it as if by some strange impulse.

It's the same familiar page, even the design style hasn't changed.

For eight years, he restrained himself from stalking her and never visited her homepage again.

Unexpectedly... he got what he asked for.

Liang Yutang just posted a social media update.

Because the news was so explosive, it has been forwarded over a thousand times.

The content is the photo Meng Yang posted.

Some online media outlets even prioritized reposting the story, with captions like: "Oh no, it's a mutual declaration of love."

Liang Yutang never publicly announced Bian Yu's relationship with him.

For some reason, he suddenly became a little angry.

Recalling the past, he deliberately showed off his affection on Douyin, but failed to get any interaction from Liang Yutang.

Now she and Meng Yang have made their relationship public in a high-profile manner.

Bian Yu was furious; there was none of the magnanimous blessing he had imagined.

I know that the evil personality inside me is about to surface again.

Bian Yu quickly got up, shook his head, and walked towards home.

However, when he got home and took a hot shower, it didn't help; he didn't feel tired.

My heart was pounding, I wondered if it was because I had been running for too long.

With no other option, Bian Yu got up, found the melatonin that Yin Miao had put away, poured out about ten pills into his palm, and swallowed them in one gulp.

It seems the drug has developed resistance; even after swallowing it for a long time, it showed no sign of closing its eyes.

Bian Yu got up, wanting to increase the dosage. He then collapsed again, only to find the bottle empty.

Suddenly, a surge of madness and anxiety welled up in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe, and he even considered venting his frustration by smashing, breaking, and cursing.

Fortunately, he still retained his senses and glanced at the time; it was early morning in the United States.

He couldn't wait to call the psychologist he knew.

"YU, what's the emergency? It's Chinese New Year, isn't it? Happy New Year!"

The person on the other end spoke fluent English.

Bian Yu didn't even have time for pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Sorry to bother you at this hour. I'm out of medicine."

"Didn't Miss Yin say that you've almost given it up? My advice is also to stop taking it; the side effects are severe."

"I felt it," Bian Yu answered bluntly, "but I couldn't do anything about it."

"YU..."

Before the psychologist could offer any further advice, Bian Yu continued to probe.

"I reasonably suspect that my body has developed a tolerance to this medication. I would like to ask if there are any other, more potent meal replacement products?"