Showed off her identity as Er Sha's wife for once

  An Lan and Du Xi were originally going to take the bus back after parting ways at the entrance of the new world, but as soon as she arrived at the subway station, the Art Center called her, saying that she had been absent from class too many times recently, and many parents of violin classes were clamoring for a refund, asking her how to handle this matter.

  Because she was the only teacher for the violin class, and she had delayed it for several days before her marriage, now after marriage she can't attend classes, so it's natural that parents of students have opinions.

  She thought about it and finally went to the art center, after all, this was a problem caused by her personally. If she refunded the parents of the students, then it would mean that the art center would suffer losses.

  The head of the art center saw her go and called the parents of those violin improvement classes to come over, and everyone discussed this situation together.

  After a lot of debate, an agreement was finally reached to refund the parents, and this refund would naturally be borne by An Lan alone, as it was caused by her, and the art center could not bear such losses again.

  Fortunately, the money wasn't much, each child only paid over 3,000 yuan, and Anlan only accepted six students, a total of 20,000 yuan was refunded. Anlan had taught these children several classes, not only didn't receive a single penny, but also lost 10,000 yuan.

  After finishing this matter, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening. An Lan had just walked out of the Art Center building when Yi Shuihan's phone call came.

  As soon as I pressed the answer button, before I could even say "hello", Yi Shuihan's voice came through: "Gu Anlan, get up and open the door for me!"

  "Open the door?" An Lan was slightly stunned before reacting and asked tentatively: "Are you back from work?"

  "Where else can I go if I don't go home?" Yi Shuihan's impatient voice came: "Hurry up and open the door for me, it's daytime, you sleep so dead?"

  "I wasn't at home," An Lan carefully explained: "I finished hanging up the phone a bit late, and then there were some things on this side of the art center, so I came over..."

  "Where are you now?" Yi Shuihan's slightly dissatisfied voice came from the phone.

  "I'm over at the art center," An Lan hastily reported: "I've finished up all my work, now I'm getting ready to take the subway home..."

  "Don't take the subway, just wait for me there," Yi Shuihan quickly cut off her unfinished words: "I'll drive over right away, it's already 7 o'clock in the evening. If you take the subway back and cook dinner, what time will we eat? Are we not going to have dinner tonight?"

  An Lan hung up the phone and walked to the front of the Art Center Building, standing by the large square. Since he let her wait, she would wait. The second rule for a qualified rich lady was absolute obedience. She still remembered that, and besides, she didn't want to quarrel with him over such a small matter.

  Standing by the road, feeling a bit bored, so I started to look around at my surroundings. Actually, there's nothing much to see, except for the endless stream of cars on the road and the uneven, layered concrete buildings.

  And these buildings by the roadside, mostly on the first and second floors, are shops or restaurants. Diagonally across is a high-end club, which is exactly where people keep walking towards its entrance.

  Anlan wasn't interested in the men and women entering the club, just glanced at them before withdrawing her gaze. However, in the instant she looked away, she suddenly noticed a young woman dressed in a somewhat coquettish manner embracing a man in his fifties as they walked towards the entrance of the club.

  The woman's back was slightly familiar, she walked to the side and looked again, it was indeed familiar, and it turned out to be her half-sister Gu An Yu.

  It just so happened that the pedestrian light was green, she quickly ran over and shouted at the back of the pale pink dress: "An Yu!"

  The woman's footsteps, just about to step through the doorway, came to a sudden halt. She slowly turned her head around and when she saw who it was, she was taken aback for a moment. Then, with an air of familiarity, she said something to the elderly man beside her before swaying her slender figure over.

  "Haha, Second Young Master's wife is also here at the club... to pass the time?" An Yu's face was clearly filled with mockery: "Could it be that after just getting married, Second Young Master can't satisfy you? Or, doesn't even want to satisfy you?"

  An Lan was so angry that she almost vomited blood, and couldn't help but grab her wrist and say: "Come with me, you're still young, why aren't you studying hard? What's always on your mind?"

  "Follow you?" An Yu shook off An Lan's hand and sneered, "What am I to you? What right do you have to control me?"

  An Lan was taken aback for a moment, suddenly unsure of how to respond. But An Yu didn't even wait for her answer and had already turned around to rush towards the entrance of the clubhouse to meet her old man.

  An Lan was about to catch up again when her phone rang. She took it out and looked at it, and it was indeed another call from Yi Shuihan.

  "Didn't I tell you to wait by the road? Where did you run off to?" Yi Shuihan's voice came with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Can't you even stay put for a few minutes?"

  "I'm across the street, I'll be right there," An Lan replied and quickly hung up the phone to rush over. As she crossed the pedestrian crossing, she saw his brand new Audi Q7 parked by the roadside.

  "What's with the IV drip and not going home to rest? You're running around alone?" Yi Shuihan finally spoke up after An Lan got in the car and he drove onto the highway, turning his face to look at her, his eyes clearly showing dissatisfaction: "Don't you know that your pneumonia isn't completely cured yet? Not staying in the hospital is one thing, but not resting either... did the doctor tell you today that you're completely fine?"

  An Lan lightly bit her lip before saying in a low voice, "I met a colleague from school at the hospital entrance, and after we went to eat together, the art center just happened to call..."

  "Can't you go deal with the art center's matters in a few days?" He was truly fed up with her: "Is your body more important or is dealing with the art center's matters more important? You're such a big person, can't you tell what's lighter and heavier?"

  An Lan stopped talking, and coincidentally it was rush hour, so I didn't know if there was a car accident ahead or not. At first we were still moving at the speed of a bicycle, but later on we gradually slowed down to almost the pace of a snail.

  "This car doesn't know when it will arrive, or you can sleep for a while and I'll call you later," Yi Shuihan no longer blamed her for running out, turned his head to look at her and said softly: "There is a button next to the seat, press it with your hand, slowly lean back, and the chair can be lowered."

  "Uh-huh," An Lan responded, quickly finding the button and lowering the seat by a significant amount according to his instructions. She then chose a comfortable posture and gently closed her eyes.

  Maybe it's because my body hasn't recovered, or maybe it's the effect of the antibiotic drip I had this morning. Just now at the art center, I didn't feel it, but now that I'm lying down, I realize my whole body is still a bit weak and powerless.

  Anlan originally thought she was just resting her eyes, but somehow she dozed off and fell asleep. After falling asleep, she seemed to have returned to Toronto five years ago.

  At that time, Yi Shui Han always rode his knockoff Ferrari, taking her through the streets and alleys of Toronto, searching for the delicious food left on the streets and the wandering music.

  At that time, her favorite thing was to sit in the back of his fake Ferrari, with both hands wrapped around his strong waist, and then press her entire face against his back, feeling his heartbeat following the rotation of the wheels.

  Since Yishuihan had that knockoff Ferrari, they two have been completely cut off from public transportation. From then on, no matter where they went, Yishuihan would take her there in his Ferrari.

  Anlan was in a daze, dreaming that it was a sunny summer day and she and Yi Shuihan were chasing each other on the beach of Toronto's lake. She held onto a fish that kept slipping away, panicking and shouting: "William, I can't hold onto it, it's too slippery, it wants to struggle free from my palms..."

  He came over and took the fish from her hand, then slammed it to the ground with force, picked it up again. The fish was either dead or fainted, anyway, when he put it back in her hand, the fish was motionless and she could squeeze it as hard as she wanted.

  "To grasp the fish firmly, first you must either kill it or stun it," Yi Shuihan instructed her patiently: "When it can no longer move, even if you let it go, it won't be able to run."

  It was winter again, and she stood face to face with him in the snow-covered field, his face dark and eyes red, while her face was pale and trembling all over. After drafting for a whole night, when facing him, her lips moved for half a day but couldn't say anything.

  One day, she returned from a performance in Vancouver, and he excitedly spun her around like a child, pointing at the rows of different-sized dumplings on the dinner table: "Anna, I've finally learned how to wrap dumplings! These are your favorite leek and egg-filled ones!"

  Leek and egg filling dumplings?

  "Dumplings... leek and egg..." An Lan murmured to herself, her body stirring slightly, but in an instant she felt a slight tremble, and then suddenly woke up completely.

  She sat up straight, outside the window was already a dark piece, surrounded by neon lights, not far in front of her was the first building of Bincheng, Akatsuki 100, and the car she was sitting in had stopped, the man beside her turned off the engine and turned his head to look at her.

  "It's not that I'm in good spirits, how can I sleep like a pig as soon as I get on the car?" Yi Shuihan gave her a white eye, and then said lightly: "Don't you get off the bus, are you still hungry?"

  Hungry? At his reminder, she suddenly felt her stomach growling with hunger.

  She pushed open the car door and got out, took out her phone to take a look, damn it, she remembered that when she got in his car, it was just over 7 o'clock, how come now it's already over 9 o'clock? From the Art Center to Xuri 100, even if you walk, it would be at most an hour, he actually drove for more than two hours?

  "Has it been stuck for a long time?" She got out of the car and saw the fast-moving traffic on the road, and couldn't help but ask.

  "Just for a little while," he replied truthfully: "Only about ten minutes."

  "What a crappy car is this? It's even slower than walking, isn't it just like a snail?" An Lan said as she couldn't help but kick the wheel with her foot.

  Can you blame her? It's all because he drove slowly. If they had arrived earlier, they could have eaten already.

  Yi Shuihan's mouth twitched slightly as she walked towards the restaurant, saying lightly: "Isn't this my brand new car? The running-in period hasn't even passed yet, I have to drive slowly and patiently. What if I drive hastily and scratch or bump it, and my mom finds out, wouldn't that be the death of me?"

  An Lan couldn't help but burst out laughing upon hearing this, and her slightly gloomy mood instantly lifted. It turned out that the saying "one thing can subdue another" was indeed reasonable, and even Yi Shuihan had someone he feared.

  "Are you happy that someone can calm me down?" He looked at her with a small, self-satisfied face and muttered.

  "Are you hungry? Where are we going to eat?" An Lan dodged his question and countered with another one.

  "Take the Wàn Lǜ Hú Cāi Guǎn in front of us," Yì Shuǐ Hán pointed to the restaurant diagonally opposite, "this is authentic Hakka cuisine. You're sick and need something light, aren't you? I couldn't possibly take you for Sichuan hot pot?"

  It's already passed the peak hour for dining, and there are plenty of seats available at Wanlv Lake. The lobby manager has a keen eye and immediately recognizes Yishui Han, hastily offering to arrange a private room, with VIP suites available upstairs.

  Yi Shui politely declined, saying that the window seat would be fine. The private room had poor air circulation and his wife wasn't feeling well, so she needed to dine in a place with good ventilation.

  Wanlv Lake mainly serves Hakka cuisine. Yishuihan ordered two famous Hakka dishes, poached chicken and fermented tofu, as well as the waiter's recommendation of Wanlv Lake's native mandarin fish and wild vegetables.

  Because it was past the peak dining hours, there were very few people eating in the restaurant at this time, so the dishes came up quickly. An Lan and Yi Shui Han were indeed both hungry, so they buried their heads in eating and didn't make much conversation.

  Dinner was conducted in silence, during which Yi Shuihan's phone rang twice. Yi Shuihan didn't avoid An Lan and answered the call directly in front of her.

  Yi Shuihan's phone didn't leak any sound, so An Lan couldn't hear what the other person was saying. But she did hear Yi Shuihan say "uh-huh" twice, and then he said softly, "I'm busy, there are a lot of things to do, you should get some rest and not think too much about it."

  Such a gentle voice, such intimate words, no need to ask who the person calling him is, only can't understand why he has to compromise himself to accompany her when he loves Ling Yuwei so deeply?

  Perhaps she wanted to maintain the image of the president of Haimi Mobile? She quickly found a reason for him, and then secretly reminded herself not to think wildly, the current Yi Shuihan was no longer the William in Toronto five years ago.

  The mind that was once confused gradually became clear and calm again, eating with peace of mind, thinking that from now on, she and he would have to spend some time in this loving life.

  Unexpectedly, when it was time to pay the bill, Yi Shuihan's hand reached into his pocket and then he said with a frown: "Damn, I forgot my wallet, it should still be in the office drawer."

  An Lan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, I have my wallet with me, just swipe the card you gave me, after all, it's still your money."

  Yi Shui's mouth twitched slightly, then she looked at her as she handed over the affiliate card he had given her. Her face was calm and composed, as if to say, "Look, I'm showing off my young mistress identity."

  It was already 10:30 when she came out after buying the ticket. The night was dark, and there was no moonlight tonight, but stars suddenly appeared in the sky, which is extremely rare for a modern city like this. She couldn't help but take another look.

  "Why don't we go to the 100th floor of Asahi to stargaze?" He couldn't help but make a cheerful suggestion, seeing her walking with her head tilted upwards, gazing at the sky.

  She smiled and shook her head: "I'm not going, I still have to go to the hospital for a drip tomorrow afternoon. If my condition worsens, the doctor will scold me again."

  He only then remembered that she was still a patient, if not for her insistence on being discharged, she should have been in the hospital ward. So he didn't force it and quickly took her to his car.

  On the way home, the car is no longer crawling like a snail, but quickly heading towards Yipin Jiangnan. There's no traffic jam, and it takes less than 10 minutes to cover the few kilometers of distance.

  As soon as he got home, Yi Shuihan's phone rang several times again. This time, he directly chose to hang up and not answer, but the person who made the call was not giving up, and called back after a while.

  An Lan finally couldn't take it anymore and immediately showed the magnanimity of a wealthy young madam: "If you have something to attend to, go ahead and take care of it first. I'll be fine staying home alone."

  He gave her a white eye, too lazy to care about her, turned around and went straight into the bedroom, took pajamas from the closet, then walked straight into the bathroom, and 'bang' shut the bathroom door.

  An Lan stared blankly at the bathroom door, let out a bitter laugh and shook her head. She tossed the paper bag Du Hai had given her onto the sofa and then curled up on it, not wanting to move at all.