Chapter Ninety: The Buddha said, "It is not permissible."

Day one of abstaining from pornography.

Song Nian'an got up early, wearing a loose white shirt that covered her buttocks.

Cooking noodles in the kitchen.

The steaming heat made his little face turn red.

Wen Jing walked down the stairs, watching the delicate figure from behind, and swallowed hard.

"Are these new clothes?" Wen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, composed herself, and asked.

Once the boy's alluring body was stained with a white shirt, his face became even more prominent.

She was young, shy yet sexy, and her hair had grown much longer, making her even more alluring.

Song Nian'an ruffled her hair and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm downstairs, I'll come in later."

Wen Jing withdrew his gaze, stopped moving his neck, and said dryly, "What I want to eat... isn't noodles."

Song Nian'an deliberately unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, and when she raised her hand, her legs were faintly visible.

He coughed lightly, his gaze shifted to the side, then he couldn't help but glance upwards again, and said calmly, "I'll go take care of some company business first."

Wen Jing was furious. How could they play like this so early in the morning?

He is feeling very unwell right now, especially in a certain unspeakable area.

This little vixen is openly seducing me.

"Oops, how did the chopsticks fall?" With a metallic sound, Song Nian'an bent over, revealing her complete buttocks.

He bent down to pick up the item.

"Song Nian'an!" Wen Jing called out to him.

When Wen Jing called him by his full name, Song Nian'an always felt like he was about to get beaten up.

"Go ahead and beat me up if you dare! Do you dare to act recklessly before Buddha?!"

Wen Jing remained silent.

"I.."

My phone started receiving a constant stream of pop-up notifications; new messages kept popping up on WeChat and Weibo.

Wen Jing sat on the sofa with his back to Song Nian'an and began to deal with the situation.

Jin Chu: So, did you manage to appease her?

Wen Jing: Kitten Knocking on its Head (JPG).

Jin Chu: Really? Even President Wen has his moments of being outmaneuvered. Do you want me to teach you a couple of tricks?

Wen Jing: Say.

Jin Chu: Drug them, knock them unconscious, handcuff them, stun them with a stun gun, drag them out and beat them up.

Wen Jing: ....Blocked.

Wen Jing locked the screen, embodying the revolutionary spirit of "if you're going to do something, do it all; whoever tolerates it is a coward," and took on the responsibility of supporting Song Nian'an.

All that could be heard was the slender legs of the person on top of him thrashing about wildly, and a cry rang out: "The Buddha said, it is not permissible."

The way the little deer jumps around is quite cute.

This made Wen Jing laugh, and rightly so.

He has always liked the adorable Song Nian'an.

What child doesn't mess around with these things? Oh well, let him have his way.

Wen Jing placed him on the dining table and, watching him kick and act spoiled, asked, "Did Buddha say whether it's for relatives?"

Song Nian'an cupped her face and pressed it against him, saying, "A kiss is for kissing."

With a powerful leap, he jumped off the table, brought the food over, and began to eat.

"Meow~" (My cat food is gone, what are you going to eat?!)

Zhihua rubbed against the legs of the two little masters under the table, and Song Nian'an picked her up in one go.

"What's your name? You've already eaten a bowl, isn't that enough?!"

"Meow!!! Waaah!!!" (Brother, I'll grow up, I'm growing!)

It's amazing that the cat's meow sounded like a dog's bark.

Song Nian'an carried him to the storage room, found a can of fish, opened it, and placed it on the ground.

Zhihua's eyes were as round as small basketballs.

He whispered into the cat's ear, "Tell me, is it possible that your dog soul has been transferred into a cat's body?"

"Meow meow meow." (Report: My little master is out of his mind.)

The boy was in a great mood when he returned; he was really feeling better.

The company that Wen Jing bought from Song Changran was a fairly large media company.

At noon, the two drove to Song Nian'an's old house, hoping to find more of her mother's belongings in the storage room.

At the entrance, I ran into Song Zheng.

"Song Nian'an, as long as I don't die, I will..." Song Zheng couldn't care less about anything else. His overwhelming emotions made him grab a small knife and stab forward.

Wen Jing suspected that Song Zheng was mocking his abilities.

He grabbed Song Zheng's arm with one hand, easily removed the knife, and then held it in place with his other hand.

His knee was kicked hard, and he fell to his knees.

Wen Jing said coldly, "Get out of here, take your filthy past and behavior with you, and get as far away as possible, otherwise..." He tightened his grip, and Song Zheng winced as she pressed her head to the ground to relieve the burden on his arm.

"Otherwise, if someone loses an arm or a leg, it's hard to say what might happen."

"Song Nian'an, you really are a lucky person blessed by heaven. You have a good mother, a good husband, and a good life..."

Despite her reluctance, Song Zheng had no choice but to leave.

Without Song Changran and Yang Xiao, he's nothing.

A person whose fate was predetermined from beginning to end, manipulated by Yang Xiao into becoming a bargaining chip for Song Changran's divorce, and living in comparison and shadow with Song Nian'an.

Is he pitiful?

No, there is no real concept of fate; it's just that Song Zheng believed from the very beginning that this was destiny.

After chasing Song Zheng away, Song Nian'an went into the house.

Seeing that his previous room was covered in dust, and even the corners were covered with cobwebs.

That's truly appalling.

In the basement storage room, the mother's photo frame was used as a table cushion.

Wen Jing bent down to pick it up.

"No wonder you were born; your mother looks so gentle and lovely."

Song Nian'an hugged her mother's photo frame and cried, "I've come to pick you up, Mom."

Occasionally, fragmented memories would surface, making Song Nian'an unable to help but think how happy she would be now with her mother and Wen Jing if it weren't for those two scumbags...

Wen Jing reached out and hugged him and the photo frame in his hand.

“I’m trying to talk to Song’s mother,” Song Nian’an said, snuggling close to his chest as she listened to the man say, “I told Song’s mother that I will take good care of you. You are a very remarkable person. You are very good at designing and drawing, and you will definitely be a successful designer in the future. The sketch of me is also very handsome, and I like it very much.”

“I really want to tell him, 'Your son is amazing, wonderful, and you can rest assured.'”

Song Nian'an was startled.

The acknowledged achievements, the inferiority complex brought on by the spotlight, and the missing emotions all seemed to have been soothed.

A gentle smile, and an eager kiss.

After recovering, Song Nian'an gathered some old photo albums, took Wen Jing's hand, and locked the door of the house.

"Where are you going?" Wen Jing asked gently. "Want to go out for a meal?"

"Okay, but I still have some work to do."

I hadn't had a chance to visit the guesthouse after work, and the last time I talked to Cheng Letian, I only said a few words at the door and left.

Since I have nothing else to do right now, I'll go take a look.

Song Nian'an settled into the passenger seat, opened a bottle of mineral water, and drank it down quickly.

She let the water droplets drip from her mouth onto her neck, slowly sliding down her neck.

He laughed and whispered in Wen Jing's ear, "Do you want a drink?"

Wen Jing had already started the car, holding the steering wheel with one hand and reaching out with the other.

They remained suspended in mid-air for a long time, but no water came.

"I was going to feed you with my mouth, but forget it."

Song Nian'an pursed her lips.

A sudden stop, a glance.

Wen Jing pulled the handbrake and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I swallowed the last bite, there's no more water to feed you."

As the horn behind them sounded, Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing with an innocent expression.

[I was just teasing you, not serious, are you mad?]

Wen Jing: "...Song Nian'an, you have no heart."

[I saw a handy guide to finding a wife online yesterday, and it's actually quite useful.]

After returning home, Wen Jing started searching on Baidu for tips on how to woo a woman who's good at seduction...