[Be betrayed again and again, is it because of credulity or because I am a beta? 】

There are only a handful of people in this world who care about me. Master counts as one, but unfortunately my life is not good, and I have only five years of mentoring and apprenticeship with him.

Now that I am getting married, I have a few invitations in my hand that I have nowhere to post. After thinking about it, I brought a bottle of Erguotou to the cemetery.

According to my memory, I found the tablet of Master and Mistress. I placed the opened Erguotou in front of Master's tomb, and took out a packet of cookies made yesterday from my coat pocket and placed it on Mistress's side.

My wife was only in her twenties when she passed away. In order to make it look like the two were still on the same page, the master specially instructed before his death that the photo on the tombstone should be taken when he was 20 years old.

It is indeed a pair, like a young couple.

When Master passed away, Xiang Ping and I were playing in France, and it was very unpleasant. After returning to China, Xiang Ping refused to let me attend Master's funeral, saying that I was not worthy. When Master was buried, I could only watch from a distance, and then come forward to pay homage when everyone left.

The weather was nice and sunny, but I felt cold for no reason. It seems that the sun can no longer shine on me, and the rest of my life is only cloudy and bleak.

After thinking about it, it may be a relationship that God will give me back that little "warmth".

I knelt down in front of the tombstone and kowtowed to Master three times. The last blow was too hard, and there was a double impact in front of my eyes. It was as if an invisible force was pressing against me, breaking my spine, pressing me into the mud, and preventing me from getting up again.

I knelt there, with my forehead on the ground, and said, "Master and Mistress, I'm sorry, I hit level...but I don't regret it."

He said, "Master, I promised you to bring the trophy back, but I'm talking big, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for not seeing you one last time."

"Sorry for making you uncomfortable."

"Sorry..."

At the end, only the empty and heavy word "I'm sorry" was left.

I forgot how many times I said it, I just remember that when I looked up again, the original bright sunshine was only the afterglow of the sunset.

"Master, I'm getting married." I lit the invitation card in my hand, and slowly watched the flames swallow the festive red little by little, "I will burn an invitation card for you and my wife, come or not. It's up to you. I have more here, and I will burn them together for you, and see if there are any friends coming."

Four pieces were burned in a row, causing the grave to be filled with smoke. I fanned my hands in front of my eyes, and I was so fascinated by the smoke that I couldn't help but cry.

In the still cold air in early spring, the gray mist flutters, like a silk ribbon with life, suddenly condensed and suddenly dissipated.

Coughing twice, with tears in my eyes, I saw a figure approaching from a distance, my eyes narrowed, and I immediately took a breath.

The road to the enemy is narrow, I burned a wedding invitation, and I was able to meet Xiang Ping on the narrow road.

I saw the other party, and the other party saw me.

He walked towards me with a flat face, a bag of things in his hand, and half a bunch of incense sticks out of the bag.

I hurriedly got up, not wanting to confront him head-on, and planned to leave from the other side.

"Ning Yu!"

I took a step and looked back at Xiang Ping.

Xiang Ping has a serious national character face, like Master, but unfortunately his personality is completely different from Master.

"Please don't come again."

He looked down at the wine and cookies in front of the tombstone, and swept them aside with the bag mercilessly.

The wine bottle broke and the cookies shattered.

He said: "They are my parents, not yours. I don't want to see you here again."

I don't know where the hatred for me came from.

The fingers in the pocket of the coat tightened, I tried to reason with him: "I just...I want to visit Master occasionally."

"No need." Xiang Ping was impatient, "I don't welcome you."

I looked at him and nodded.

"Line..."

I turned around and left, giving up reasoning with him. Anyway, the door of the cemetery is open to anyone, unless he is crazy enough to prevent me from sweeping the grave for the master and the wife to move the grave, otherwise I don't believe that I can meet him every time I come.

Time flew by, and the day before the ceremony with Song Bailao, Ning Shi sent a car to take me back to Zhu's house.

From the moment I got in the car, I was very uncomfortable, and when I arrived in front of the familiar luxury mansion of the Zhu family, this discomfort reached its peak.

I even felt like I could vomit on the spot with just a little stimulation.

Ning Shi said that my room was reserved for me. I opened the door and saw that the room was still the same room, but the furniture inside was completely changed. It was only then that I realized that when Ning Shi said the room was reserved, he really meant it literally, and he reserved a guest room for me.

But that's fine too, so I don't have to bring back bad old memories because of a familiar environment.

I said I wanted to rest, I slept in the room in the afternoon, and when I woke up, the uncomfortable feeling subsided a lot.

During dinner, the servant knocked on the door and asked me to go downstairs, saying that Zhu Yunsheng and Zhu Li were back.

After seven years, I saw the Zhu family again.

As if I had never left, Zhu Yunsheng greeted me kindly and let me sit on his left, Ning Shi sat beside me, and Zhu Yunsheng, who always dined quietly, sat opposite me glass.

As in the past, he is beautiful and elegant, and he is the existence that both beta and alpha will dream of. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a bite-proof collar inlaid with red diamond-shaped gems around his neck, which made his skin paler.

If it is true that he has been marked as Ning Shi said, then this collar has no effect other than a decorative effect.

During the meal, Zhu Li didn't make eye contact with me from beginning to end, and didn't even say a word. He didn't seem to see me at all, and he seemed to treat himself as an invisible man at the dinner table.

Although Ning Shi has been with Zhu Yunsheng for more than ten years and has become the official "Mrs. Zhu", it has only been a month. At this time, it is the newly married Yan Er, and I can't stop her from having such a big light bulb. Zhu Yunsheng was always attentive and secretive, wishing to share every bite of food with her husband, which made me very embarrassed.

"I'm done." After Zhu Li finished eating the half-bowl of rice in her own bowl, she put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhu Yunsheng looked at him lightly: "Then go back to your room and rest."

Zhu Li nodded, didn't say hello to the others, and turned upstairs.

In the battle with Ning Shi, he was completely defeated, and even his relationship with Zhu Yunsheng was left out in the cold. Now that he can sit and eat together so calmly, I still admire him.

After a tormented meal, Zhu Yunsheng still wanted to let me drink tea, but I declined because of my physical discomfort and fled back to the room.

The wedding ceremony will be held tomorrow, I don't know how busy it will be, and the live broadcast will definitely not be able to go on these two days. I brought Ben the Little Prince from home and wanted to be a children's book anchor again.

I opened the mobile app and logged in to my live broadcast room. There were already more than fifty people waiting online.

"Sorry, I have some things to do these two days. I will read "The Little Prince" to everyone today, take a day off tomorrow, and try to resume the live broadcast the day after tomorrow."

After saying this, the number of people online dropped to the 30s, and there were some complaining comments, saying that I have taken too many leave recently, do I have to find another way out.

"No, it's just that I have to be present for this matter, so I can only ask for leave."

Someone started asking me what I was going to do.

"Just... get married."

Comments were silent for a moment as if they were stuck, and soon erupted in a blowout.

Everyone is congratulating me and wishing me a happy wedding.

How could they have thought that I didn't know I was going to get married two months ago...

The next morning after five o'clock in the morning, the servant knocked on my door and came to dress me up.

In front of the full-length mirror, three people and six hands are busy and orderly putting on shoes, tying ties, and taking care of their hair.

I tossed and turned all night and didn't fall asleep last night, and when I closed my eyes, many images of the past flashed through my mind, which was very disturbing. I was drowsy in front of the full-length mirror and a little sick to my stomach when they were messing with me. Unlike yesterday's psychological nausea, this time it was a physiological nausea.

The maid applied hairspray for me, pushed up the bangs that covered my eyes, and revealed a blue-white face. The other party frowned, walked away for a while, and came back with a box of rouge in his hand, which he would wipe on my face without a word.

I avoided it and blocked it with my hand: "Don't..."

At this moment, Ning Shi's voice came from the door: "All go out."

The servants immediately stopped their movements and filed out silently.

Ning Shi came to my side and behind, put her hands on my shoulders, and exposed half of her body in the mirror.

In this way, we still look alike, especially the eyes, the wrinkles are not obvious, the ends of the eyes are long and narrow, and they look a little indifferent, not so "simple".

Ning Shi smiled and asked me: "Are you nervous?"

I looked at her in the mirror and asked cautiously: "Can you... let me see his picture?"

She frowned slightly, moved her hand away, took out her mobile phone from her small bag and handed it to me.

I took it nervously, seeing the child's face completely and clearly for the first time.

He stood there ignorantly, staring blankly at the camera, his face was very delicate, and his eyes had the characteristics of the Ning family, all slender and long.

It doesn't look like that person at all...

I rubbed the child's facial features with my fingertips across the screen, and my voice trembled: "What's his name? What's his blood type?"

Ignoring my nostalgia, Ning Shi pulled her phone back from my hand.

"It's a beta," she said. "Take your time, you have to lose your chips a little bit, and don't be too greedy."

In order to control me with her child, she even used his name as a bargaining chip.

I feel really angry and sad, but helpless.

"How slow?"

Ning Shi reached out and brushed my bangs: "Look at your performance, dear son."

This was originally a business marriage, and it was naturally impossible for Song Bailao to come to welcome the marriage in person. But fortunately, he also sent a car, so as not to make the scene too ugly.

The ceremony took place in Song Bailao's villa on the Victoria King Hill in Xiangtan. The whole mountain was bought by him a few years ago. He has only one house on the mountain, hidden among the pinnacles. There is a large lawn in front of the house and behind the house, and you can play golf directly.

As a result, the alpha can no longer wear a bite stop that gets in the way.

Zhu Yunsheng and Ning Shi followed the wedding car to the top of the mountain with me. Zhu Li was not there. I don't know if Zhu Yunsheng felt ashamed and didn't let him come, or he didn't want to come.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, in front of the arched flower door, Song Bailaohou in a black dress was there, stretched out his hand to me, even with a relaxed smile on his face, Acting skills can be described as higher than people.

I saw Liang Qiuyang in the crowd, he waved to me desperately, trying to get my attention, I couldn't help showing him a sincere smile.

Crowds on both sides cheered and fired the gun salute, and the orchestra played the wedding march. I smiled reluctantly, and walked towards Song Bailao stiffly, almost on the same foot in the last few steps.

A few steps away, he grabbed my hand and pulled me firmly beside him. Then they took me up the red carpet and walked to the ceremony pavilion decorated with flowers and white gauze.

My palms were sweating uncontrollably, Song Bailao felt it, and turned his head to look at me.

"Nervous?"

I glanced at him quickly, looked ahead and said, "It's okay."

He leaned closer to my ear and chuckled, "Yes, it's all fake anyway."

My smile froze, and the discomfort in my stomach became more pronounced.

He went through many tedious steps, signed each other's names on the marriage certificate, and finally came to the link of exchanging rings. Jietong was Song Bailao's son Song Mo. He carefully walked towards us with a velvet cushion in his arms, his expressionless face extremely serious. In the center of the cushion lay two plain rings, so ordinary that they were unremarkable.

I put the ring on Song Bailau and then replace him. When the silver plain ring passed through my knuckles and was about to reach the root, he suddenly paused and took about two seconds to complete the action. Unabashedly, his struggles are fully demonstrated.

After the ceremony, the cold meal will begin.

Song Bailao hugged my waist and greeted the guests and the media one by one. The smile on his face did not diminish at all, and he showed me what a real acting school is with his actions.

I'm a little fortunate that I didn't sleep all night, so that the physical discomfort surpassed the psychological, and I didn't have time to take into account the fear of facing the crowd.

"Song...Mr. Song."

I felt the hand on my waist stiff for a moment, and Song Bailao looked at the timid voice together.

Wearing a collar around her neck, with long black straight hair tied into a ponytail, moist eyes and pale lips, she is a male omega that I feel pity for. I think he looks familiar, but I don't remember where I met him.

Song Bailao obviously knew each other, but just didn't like this kind of encounter: "I don't remember inviting you."

The man bit his lip, showing a look of tears.

"I want to see you one last time."

The hand on his waist loosened, Song Bailao walked towards the other party and stayed beside him for a moment: "Come with me." He walked past him and walked into the room.

The omega had a smile on his face and hurriedly followed him away.

I was left in place by myself, a little confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Liang Qiuyang held me and stuck out his tongue at me.

He approached me mysteriously: "That was Huo Shu, right?"

I don't understand: "Huh?"

"It's the one who spoke to you just now."

I think about why the omega just now looks familiar. He is Huan Shu, a famous movie star in the past two years. I also accompanied Liang Qiuyang to watch a youth love movie starring him.

I didn't expect him to have a entanglement with Song Bailao.

"Probably."

Liang Qiuyang didn't pay much attention to my answer, and happily continued to share with me the various celebrities he recognized on the court.

"Is it Song Bailao's father who is talking to your mother and the others?" He suddenly raised his chin behind me, "It's good for rich people to take good care of them, they look so young, they say they are with Song Bailao. Brother, I believe it."

I turned to look behind me, Ning Shi and Zhu Yunsheng were talking to the same tall alpha, although the face of the other was still young and handsome, the gray hair on the temples still revealed his true age.

"It is said that Song Bailao and his father have a bad relationship," Liang Qiuyang shared with me the gossip he had inquired, "The property over the Luo family may be handed over to Song Bailao's son, who is the Your stepson inherits. I don't know if he still lacks a son, but I can."

When Luo Qinghe divorced and remarried with his first wife, Song Bailao was already quite old. No one would be happy when his family encountered such a thing.

Today, Song Bailao dragged me around in front of the media, but did not speak to a Luo family member. Their relationship might be worse than rumored.

"You are so unprincipled." I was amused by Liang Qiuyang's words, "How has your training been recently? When will you debut?"

Liang Qiuyang smiled: "It is expected that next month, my first original single will also be released simultaneously. Then you will give me a big red envelope!"

"How much did you pack today? I'll pay you back with an extra 100 yuan."

Liang Qiuyang rounded a pair of almond eyes: "You are married into a wealthy family, why are you so stingy!"

Because I have no money.

Ning Shi gave me a check for 20 million, but I am not going to cash it.

Liang Qiuyang and I stood in front of the glass guardrail and chatted, with green grass beside me, and a modern city made of reinforced concrete as far as I could see from the foot of the mountain.

The sky turned dark little by little, and the lanterns gradually lit up on the venue, illuminating the grass like day.

It may be related to drinking some champagne, my stomach is getting more and more uncomfortable, twitching to express my desire to vomit.

Holding the toilet, I threw up and flushed my face with cold water. After I felt better, I went out. I didn't expect to meet Luo Qinghe halfway.

I saw that he was at a loss for a moment and was hesitating what to call him, so he spoke first.

"See Burrow?"

I can't say that he and the little lover left, so I shook my head: "No..."

He frowned: "Find him and let him come to see me."

He used the command style, and didn't give me a chance to refuse, he turned around and left.

It's really father and son. I sighed helplessly at Luo Qinghe's back.

I searched inside and outside the house, and finally found Li Xun who was guarding there in front of the stairs leading to the roof, thus confirming that Song Bailao should be in the roof garden.

I said I was looking for Song Bailao, but Li Xun hesitated for a while or moved on.

I slowly stepped up the steps, all the way up, and when the exit was in sight, I heard a faint cry.

I stopped there, wondering if I should keep going.