There were tears on Tang Yili's face, and she hugged him back tightly. On her unpainted eyebrows, there was a shallow double eyelid fold line, which slowly smoothed out.
Xun Lang looked at her tenderly, hugged her from behind with his arms, and touched the top of her hair with a kiss.
In order to protect her, what he gave up were his past dreams, the future, and new dreams. At this moment, she was held in his arms and cried until she fell asleep.
Xun Lang was mostly awake from the wine, and he lowered his eyes to outline his small face. There were still tears hanging on his long black eyelashes. He looked at it for a long time until the tears dried up.
He called her softly, "Ali."
"Retirement is not a sacrifice, nor is it a separation of love, because..."
"You are the love of my life."
…
Tang Yili woke up early, moved a little, and found an arm under his neck, and a solid chest behind him, in a protective posture, which made people's hearts beat inexplicably.
She was stunned for several seconds, slowly looking back on last night, remembering the tears she had cried and what she had said to Xun Lang, and then she was convinced that Xun Lang's retirement had become a fact.
She leaned sideways from the carpet, reached for her phone, checked the relevant information, and found that the popularity of this news had been reduced to the lowest level. Unless she actively searched for it, she could hardly see the words Xun Lang and retirement in the sports section.
This is very similar to the Ji family's powerful style.
Tang Yili thought about it and turned to look at Xun Lang. Seeing that his brows were furrowed in his sleep, he couldn't help but kissed his straight lips with distress.
Xun Lang woke up, his eyes half-opened, a little confused.
"Morning." He said, subconsciously putting his hand on his forehead.
Tang Yili asked: "Do you have a headache?"
Xun Lang nodded.
"Then sleep more." She stood up obediently and returned the occupied arm.
Xun Lang changed his position, turned over and continued sleeping.
Tang Yili got out of bed and helped Xun Lang tuck in the quilt.
She returned to the third floor and briefly freshened up. She was not in a good mood. She asked Wang Jian for leave and would not go to the company today.
Wang Jian was probably playing with his mobile phone on the way to commuting, and he replied with an OK message in seconds.
Tang Yili went downstairs and Uncle Qiu asked her what she wanted to eat for breakfast. She shook her head and told Xun Lang to cook some porridge for him to eat when he woke up, then went out alone.
Wearing yoga pants and a big T-shirt, this outfit can only be worn when walking in the back of your house.
Tang Yili walked along the golden morning light on the Juli runway and walked slowly upward.
Speaking of which, she doesn't like sports, and she has no love for sports after getting together with Xun Lang. But today, it was nothing special. She walked two or three kilometers, broke out in a thin sweat, and seemed to feel relaxed all over.
The depression that had been building up all night dissipated a little.
Just in time, she walked to the door of Zhai Mansion.
I don't know when the guard came in to report. Aunt Yue ran over and said with a surprised smile: "Why is the young lady here? Where is the young master?"
Tang Yili: "He is still sleeping."
Aunt Yue nodded, did not ask any more questions, and asked Tang Yili enthusiastically if she wanted to go in for breakfast.
We have all come this far, and we have alarmed the people in the house. It seems a bit unreasonable not to go in.
Tang Yili followed Aunt Yue in.
This was her second visit to Zhai Mansion. The furnishings and atmosphere had not changed, but the restaurant was empty. She was a little bored eating alone, but she got used to it.
After eating a bowl of wontons, Tang Yili wiped his mouth and saw Zhai Qingpeng boxing in the yard through the large open window.
Tang Yili was curious, walked over in small steps, stood not far away along the corridor, and stared blankly.
Zhai Qingpeng's boxing is very powerful. It's not the Tai Chi style of stopping with stillness, but a serious boxing style. I don't know what it's called, but it's a tiger-tiger style that creates wind and punches to the flesh.
Looking at Tang Yili, I was a little surprised.
After holding back his fist, Zhai Qingpeng took the towel and wiped his sweat, then turned his head and asked with a smile: "Girl, why did you get up so early today?"
Tang Yili smiled shyly: "I couldn't sleep, so I got up."
Having stood in a turbulent political situation all his life, Zhai Qingpeng is old, but he is absolutely sharp.
"Is it because of the news last night? Xun Lang was sad last night?"
Tang Yili nodded.
Zhai Qingpeng threw the towel away and waved away the people serving around him. He and Tang Yili were the only ones left in the small pavilion.
"It's all his father's fault. He insists on inheriting his father's legacy. He uses people Xun Lang likes to manipulate him and forces his son to this point. Humph! One day he will regret it."
It was rare that this family was not covered by Ji Nanyun's hand. Tang Yili was a little happy, thinking that he saw hope, so he asked.
"Grandpa, don't you... also want him to retire? Then can you help Xun Lang?"
Zhai Qingpeng tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
"I helped him."
There was a big question mark written on Tang Yili's face.
Zhai Qingpeng: "Yesterday's news was arranged by me. It not only provides an explanation to the public, but also allows him to disappear from ordinary people's sight as soon as possible."
Tang Yili: “…”
"It turns out that you also want him to retire... and you don't want to help him at all." Tang Yili muttered in a low voice.
Zhai Qingpeng was not deaf at all. He laughed when he heard the suspected complaint, because Xun Miaoyun also complained about him.
Zhai Qingpeng still said the same thing.
"If Xun Lang doesn't quit, who will hand over such a big family to the Ji family? Anyway, he has already won the Grand Slam. He will quit sooner or later, so it is better to quit early."
Tang Yili pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "You are right."
Zhai Qingpeng smiled.
That day, Ji Nanyun forced Xun Lang to choose between Fengtang and swimming.
Xun Lang found Zhai Qingpeng that night. He also knew that the only person who could control his father was his grandfather. With just one word Zhai, he could compete with the huge Ji family. That was his only hope.
"But I can't help you fight against the Ji family."
Zhai Qingpeng's gray hair was a little messy. He had already fallen asleep and was woken up by the servant calling. He was not tired, but his eyes were bright.
The first thing he said when he saw Xun Lang was this.
"Your father, Ji Nanyun, is my son-in-law. I have entrusted him with all my life's accumulation. The Zhai family name and the Ji family have long been integrated. I cannot help you openly fight against the Ji family."
"But, I can help you with a favor."
Xun Lang finally gave up hope and looked at this all-powerful old man silently with his painful eyes.
Zhai Qingpeng: "You can postpone your retirement for a month until you marry your sweetheart before making it official."
"By then, the Olympics will be over and the wedding will be completed. I will help you keep the intensity of this matter to a minimum."
Xun Lang: "Grandpa, aren't you afraid that I will regret it? Aren't you afraid that after I get the money and help Fengtang out of trouble, I will continue to swim?"
"Oh? After so much, can you still swim as focused as before?"
Zhai Qingpeng laughed so hard that the clouds and wild cranes were wandering, but his words touched people's hearts.
"In the swimming pool, everyone who swims in front of you will be surpassed by you; in real life, anyone who hinders you will also have your arm broken."
"For the sake of the little girl of the Tang family, you are already preparing to change the Ji family's dynasty, aren't you?"