Chapter 334: Daily Life

The reason Wei Lan couldn't sleep was also very simple; it was too exciting.

The marriage that was already on the schedule was a little exciting, but it was far from being a big excitement. Because she had thought about it before, no matter what, whether they could or couldn't, whether they had bought a house or not, she would get married this year. The house wasn't important; just like she thought before, with the money in her hands, plus her parents' support, and then counting the stable earnings Wang Yan had now, no matter the size, they could definitely buy one. She didn't have such high requirements; she didn't even care if they bought an apartment.

And before, she had secretly discussed it with her parents, expressing this meaning. Wei Qinglin and Li Juan agreed. Although they had only met once for a short time, Wang Yan, besides his poor family conditions, was good in every other aspect, and they were satisfied. And they also knew that with Wang Yan's ability, buying a house was only a matter of time. So, in a situation where they could guarantee their daughter's future life, they had nothing to refuse. Anyway, they only had one daughter, and sooner or later, everything would be hers.

As for Wang Yan's parents paying, Wei Lan, who had visited their home, had never thought about it. Of course, she also knew that wasn't something she needed to worry about; if there was a need, Wang Yan would have opened his mouth himself, right?

What she thought was that Wang Yan earned too much now. This next month it was three hundred thousand, and the month after it could be four hundred thousand; how much would he earn in the future? If the two of them lived together for a long time, the gap would be too big, which would inevitably lead to one side's attachment, and that wouldn't be an equal marriage, ruining their feelings.

Being too rich wasn't good either; she was a little unconfident.

Wei Lan couldn't help but sigh, rolling back and forth, thinking about the relationship between the two, thinking about countless possible futures...

Not tossing and turning was not tossing and turning, but the thoughts and mentality of the person beside the pillow must be taken care of. Wang Yan turned over, reached out, and hugged Wei Lan in his arms. In the darkness, the two faced each other, their breathing blowing on each other's faces, itchy.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just suddenly couldn't sleep."

"Forget it, you sleep sounder than anyone every day, what's so sudden today." Wang Yan whispered: "Is it because I earn too much money? Think I'm too excellent, not worthy of me, and feel inferior?"

"Pah, shameless." Although she thought so to a certain extent, Wei Lan certainly wouldn't admit it.

After being spat at, Wang Yan didn't take it to heart, opened his mouth, bit her little nose, and tapped it lightly. Feeling the pain, Wei Lan screamed and threw a round of turtle punches.

After making a scene for a while, it became quiet again. Wang Yan said: "Actually, it's nothing, you have to change your perspective. When I was nothing, you discovered my excellence in the vast sea of people and tricked me into your hands with persistent pursuit. Before starting the company, you also said it didn't matter if you lost money, you would support me. We've been through bitterness together, so we should share the sweetness from now on; don't let your imagination run wild."

"Nonsense, what do you mean by my persistent pursuit? Besides, what bitterness have I been through with you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was the one with persistent pursuit, is that okay? What bitterness did you want to eat? Isn't it just that meaning? Don't you understand the spirit? Now that material goods are abundant, and we can both earn money, unless we don't do anything and go to the street to beg, that counts as bitterness; otherwise, what else do you want to eat? You have to argue with me."

Wei Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yes, yes, yes, everything you say is right."

"Are you just humoring me?" Wang Yan patted her little butt: "My meaning is, don't let your imagination run wild when you have nothing to do. In the future and now, the only difference is that our feelings are getting deeper and deeper, and nothing else. Isn't it said that men become bad when they have money? Hurry up and learn finance management or something, and when the time comes, you'll be the housekeeper, and I'll still be able to become bad?"

"Forget it, can you really control it if you really become bad? Without this bit of trust, what kind of life are we living?"

"Sigh, it's right to think this way. With money or without money, isn't it the same life? Thinking wildly all day, worrying about things that haven't happened, or even won't happen, is not good, not wise."

Comforting was, of course, useless; Wei Lan still had to figure out the truth herself, and it still depended on what Wang Yan did in the future. A temporary trick couldn't solve the problem.

"You have to do what you say, I tell you, if you dare to treat me badly in the future, I'll castrate you." Wei Lan snorted coldly, then suddenly shouted: "Watch my monkey stealing the peach."

Wang Yan's reaction was, of course, far stronger than hers, but he didn't resist, just let her do it. Of course, being pinched at the vital point, he couldn't not fight back, so he immediately turned his hands into claws and reached out at lightning speed: "Eat my dragon claw hand."

It was fine originally, and they had agreed to sleep plainly, but after such a scene, the indoor temperature rose, and their bodies instinctively became hot. It was the entanglement of love when the feelings were deep, the interweaving of saliva, the deep and shallow, the heavy breathing, and the sweating profusely.

It was the cat and dog being sleepy to death, wanting to sleep but couldn't. Past experience told them that it was best to be honest at this moment, not to make noise and disturb people's good deeds; getting beaten up was really not worth it...

When they slept, it was already the second half of the night, and after tossing and turning for a long time, it was already dawn when they finished.

After cleaning up the battlefield and doing the aftermath, Wei Lan, whose passion had faded, finally couldn't hold on anymore, sent a message to her leader to ask for leave, and then slept soundly.

Wang Yan took the dog out for a stroll, ate breakfast downstairs, sent a message in the group to tell his subordinates not to go to work, and only then returned home to sleep soundly with Wei Lan. He hadn't slept for a day and two nights, although it wasn't a big problem, it wasn't necessary; sleeping soundly with his wife was better than anything.

At noon, Wei Lan, who was dizzy from sleeping, opened her eyes confusedly, looked at Wang Yan who was sleeping soundly beside her, and kicked him awake unhappily: "Get up, it's noon already, stop sleeping."

Wang Yan wasn't angry, rubbed his eyes, and gave a big stretch with his limbs spread out: "Slept so soundly."

"It's all your fault, I said sleep plainly, but you insisted on moving your hands and feet. Look, it's noon after waking up from this sleep, what else can we do? Really, annoying..."

"Hey, you're too unreasonable. You didn't refuse either, it can't be all my fault, right? After being comfortable, you turn your face and don't recognize people? If I had known you were such a woman, I wouldn't have let you get me no matter what."

"Shameless." Wei Lan slapped Wang Yan on the chest: "Get up and cook, I'm hungry."

Wang Yan rubbed the dog's head, which had run in by itself after hearing the movement and was sticking its tongue out, and looked at the cat standing at the door meowing and scolding: "Since we've asked for leave, there's no food at home, so let's not eat at home. Let's go out to eat, and then go shopping and consume heavily."

"That's settled, I'll go wash up, you hurry up and feed the cat and dog, look at how hungry they are." Wei Lan nodded in affirmation, suddenly slapped the quilt: "Oh my, speaking of the cat and dog, I have to see how the video you made yesterday is doing."

Wang Yan, who only wore a pair of underwear, waved his hand nonchalantly: "Boss Wang has personally taken action, how could it be bad? You look down on people too much."

Wei Lan pouted, her movements of fiddling with her phone didn't stop, her little mouth gradually opened wide: "Guess how many views? How many likes?"

"It's been twelve hours, with my level, with the accumulation of the cat and dog before, the views should be over a million, right? Likes one to seventy or eighty, two or three thousand shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"No fun..." Wei Lan instantly closed her mouth, losing the joy of sharing a small surprise: "Views 1.4 million, likes more than twenty thousand, hurry up and go feed the cat and dog!"

"After spreading for a while and diffusing, it will be about two or three hundred thousand likes in the end, not as good as your previous results. It's fine, don't be depressed, you still have room for improvement."

Wei Lan couldn't help but pout, showed her little fist to drive him away, watched Wang Yan jump out, and burst into laughter, but didn't get up to wash up, instead flipping through the comments, which were pleasant and interesting, making her happy.

She wasn't stupid, of course she knew Wang Yan was comforting her. After all, she had been diligent before, basically updating one every day or two. From the beginning to now, she had posted more than a hundred, but only two or three had reached hundreds of thousands of likes. The most popular video recently was when they came back from the New Year a few months ago and picked up the cat and dog from the pet shop.

Now it was Wang Yan using her stock videos, plus some videos taken yesterday morning, casually editing them, and it reached her previous level in just three hours. After it exploded, it might even exceed her, and this was only with one video. If Wang Yan updated as often as she did, what the results would be, she couldn't even imagine.

Comparing people really makes one angry, but fortunately, this man belongs to her, just thinking about it makes her happy...

The two tidied up, went out laughing and talking to a nearby restaurant, ate and drank heavily, strolled around the mall a few times, and finally bought a set of clothes each, without high consumption, totaling less than five thousand. Of course, this consumption was relative to the current income. If it were when he was making harassment calls before, this would be more than half a month's income, and he wouldn't have spent money like that. Now this is called consumption; if it were back to the past, it would be called squandering.

Happily spent the afternoon, and when they came back in the evening, Wang Yan didn't work, but guided Wei Lan on how to shoot, what light and shadow, what angles, etc., and led her to edit another video hand-in-hand. Of course, it wasn't the style of Wong Kar-wai, but changed to another director. Anyway, Wei Lan liked it, so just play along; otherwise, he wouldn't have the heart to spend more than seven years learning this. This thing is technology on one hand, but the most critical thing is the understanding of beauty, which Wei Lan has. Maybe she can't edit to his level, but it's roughly the same meaning, which is much better than before.

Of course, in his view, Wei Lan really should learn finance and management, otherwise, without participation, she would be even less confident. Wang Yan knew Wei Lan was a confident and independent person; she really couldn't stand sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor, and her heart would panic.

But it's still too early to say those things. After all, his company doesn't even have a finance person, let alone anything else, it's still very early. The most critical thing is that he's not afraid of losing money. Like cultivating people before, he directly let her sit in that position, and if she loses, she loses; sooner or later, she will be able to lose it up. So now she can do whatever she wants, it's no problem.

In the following time, life returned to its original appearance.

During the day, they each went to work, and if they had to work overtime, they both did. If not, after a warm dinner, the two of them would walk outside with the cat in their arms and the dog on a leash to digest their food. Afterward, back home, Wei Lan would fuss over the cat and dog, filming them exactly as she wanted, and then sit opposite the clattering Wang Yan, busy editing a fifteen-second video. A minute was really too much to ask; she couldn't do it. She could only make it shorter, the kind with dynamic music and fast transitions. Finally, after Wang Yan took the time to offer guidance and changes, it was posted.

After finishing these, she would sit opposite Wang Yan to read and study, which was some things about company management, courses she found herself, and she was really serious. Now shooting the cat and dog and then editing were all recreational activities; she didn't want to sell pet supplies anymore. She wanted to be Wang Yan's help, didn't want to be a burden, didn't want to be a vase. And although she was quite confident in herself, her figure was good, her looks were enough, but to say she was a vase might still be a little short, she had to be progressive.

Wang Yan's life was, of course, the same, rewriting data early and late every day, taking time to solve problems for his subordinates, tricking people into buying medicine with harassment calls as usual, and going to the house he rented later to rub pills every now and then.

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Yan, who was focused and typing away in his small workshop, received a message transmitted by the system.

"Zhu Kaishan in 'Chuang Guandong': Homeland."

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, then frowned and recalled everything about 'Chuang Guandong' in his brain. He had watched this TV series before, but according to the time, that was four hundred years ago, and he had long forgotten it completely. What came to his mind were serious history, which had nothing to do with the TV series.

Shaking his head, Wang Yan tilted his neck from side to side, making a cracking sound that left his four working subordinates envious, and they couldn't help but start shaking their own necks too...

Wang Yan didn't care, saved the file on the computer, opened the video software, and searched for 'Chuang Guandong' to watch.

'Chuang Guandong' had fifty-two episodes in total, mainly talking about...

The job of rewriting data, because there was too much, would take another two months to finish. Being in a hurry was useless, so he simply gave up, took it slow, and sat there watching the TV series directly, watching for a whole day.

In the afternoon, he received news of Wei Lan working overtime again. Wang Yan made the harassment calls as usual, successfully sold five bottles of Strength Pill, ate with his subordinates, didn't work overtime, and returned home directly. After feeding the cat and dog, he turned on the big TV at home, lay on the sofa, touched the kitten, and watched it fully...

Past nine o'clock, Wei Lan, who was working overtime, opened the door and returned home, touched the dog's head that was jumping around with its tongue out, walked into the room, and rarely saw Wang Yan back before her. Knowing it was the monthly movie and TV show watching activity, she asked: "What are you watching?"

"'Chuang Guandong'!"

"'Chuang Guandong'?" Wei Lan was puzzled: "The one Li Yunlong acted in? It must have been more than ten years ago, right?"

"2008."

Wei Lan said "En," put her things away, took her change of clothes into the bathroom to remove makeup, wash up, etc., and it was past ten o'clock when she came out, which was about the normal time.

She didn't shoot videos. Usually at this time, she would be clingy with Wang Yan, watching for a while if she liked it, and watching for a while if she didn't like it before going to do her own things, which was a quite good habit.

She took two drinks from the refrigerator, handed one to Wang Yan, and sat beside him: "I remember this was the end of the Qing Dynasty, right?"

"En." Wang Yan took the iced drink and drank it happily.

"Sigh, then is your family the one that went to the Northeast to 'Chuang Guandong'?"

"Yes." Wang Yan nodded: "I also asked my dad when I was in school before, but he didn't know where they came from; that was all the business of my great-grandfather's generation, too far away."

Wei Lan nodded, touched the dog's head sitting beside her, watched along, discussed the plot from time to time, and watched quite well.

For this "Homeland" mission, Wang Yan understood it very simply: it was Shandong, it was the Northeast, it was China. And the timeline in the play only reached the pre-September 18th period. Zhu Kaishan probably didn't see the back, only saw the little Japanese poisoning the Divine Land and slaughtering the Chinese people. So his mission center should be to let Zhu Kaishan live until the founding of the country, and if possible, it would be best to see it with his own eyes. For him, this was no problem.

What troubled him was whether he could do more with the time in the play, which was the end of the Qing Dynasty, 1904. Countless heroes emerged in the Chinese land in modern history, countless great achievements, and mountains and rivers stained red with blood. With his ability, doing some big things was no problem, but the big problem was how big he could do it. Because when some very good ideas flashed through his mind, he felt a great power in the dark, not letting him jump around.

Hmm... historical nihilism is not desirable...

Watching like this for nearly four days, it happened to catch up to Sunday evening, and after checking some data, he fiercely, appropriately, arranged Wei Lan, whose menstrual period had just ended.

After she fell asleep, he didn't wait any longer, quietly got up to go out and drink a cup of water. This time the cat might be tired and didn't come up to join in, looked at the cat and dog sleeping soundly, turned around, walked into the study, and gently brought the door.

Without hesitation, Wang Yan pulled out the panel and operated the selection.

With the blue light flashing, he disappeared... ===== CHAPTER 335 =====