Chapter Seven: Here's six million, leave Brother Wen~

Suddenly, a triumphant voice reached his ears. Wen Jing turned around and saw his grandmother and Li Wanru, the second daughter of the Li family. The person next to him was tightly gripping his arm, looking like a little deer declaring war on its territory.

He chuckled, then reached out and put his arm around the man's shoulder, pulling him slightly into his embrace.

Song Nian'an felt the taut muscles under the suit jacket, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, shyly touching her nose.

The sight of the newlyweds so sweet was truly enviable. Li Wanru took a deep breath, composed herself, and, arm in arm with Grandma Wen, stepped forward. Ignoring Song Nian'an, she spoke sweetly to Wen Jing.

"Brother Wen, you're back! You don't know how much Grandma missed you. She's been waiting for you to come home."

【Oh, Brother Wen~ Brother Wen~】

Song Nian'an felt a strange mix of emotions and sarcasm, completely ignoring the friendly demeanor she deliberately displayed in front of him.

Wen Jing heard everything clearly, his eyes filled with a deep smile. Completely ignoring Li Wanru, he introduced her to the dignified old woman, "Grandma, this is Nian'an. We just got married today."

He leaned closer to Song Nian'an and whispered, "Wife, call her Grandma."

The way he called her "wife" was both sweet and tingling, and full of doting affection. Song Nian'an hadn't expected to pull this stunt in public. The way he was called made her feel like the sea of ​​love was rippling, and she blushed so much that she had an urge to go to Mount Everest to cool off.

Still feeling dizzy, I greeted the person in front of me with "Hello, Grandma".

Grandma Wen didn't care about inheriting the family business. Seeing her grandson finally bring home someone he liked for his wedding, she was arguably the happiest person present besides the two people involved. She quickly pulled them aside and chatted about this and that, being incredibly affectionate.

At noon, the group naturally ate lunch at the Wen Family Garden.

Right after finishing their meal, Wen Jing was called away to discuss something, while Song Nian'an, under Li Wanru's death stare, was pulled along by Grandma Wen for a chat for a while longer. Finally, Grandma Wen was reminded that it was time for her to take a nap, and she reluctantly went upstairs.

Soon, only Song Nian'an and Li Wanran, who was still staring intently at him, remained in the living room on the first floor.

Song Nian'an had no interest in being used as a target. He got up, gave a haughty snort, and went out to wander around. However, he didn't expect Wen Jing's house to be so big, and since he was terrible with directions, he naturally got lost.

Afraid of disturbing Wen Jing's business conversation, Song Nian'an only sent a text message telling him that he was lost at "Qinxin Pavilion" and asked someone to come and pick him up before sitting down to rest.

"As expected, they've never seen the world; everything seems new and exciting to them."

A sound came from behind him. Song Nian'an didn't need to look to know who the sarcastic voice was. He rested his chin on his hand, looked at the colorful fish in the lake, and retorted listlessly, "I think Miss Li has seen quite a bit of the world, but she still didn't marry into the Wen family."

Li Wanru was hit where it hurt; her long nails almost dug into her flesh as she strode over angrily in her high heels, looking arrogant and haughty.

"Song Nian'an, right? I'm warning you, get away from Brother Wen right now. So what if you're married? Brother Wen is destined to find a woman of equal social standing. You'll divorce sooner or later anyway, so you might as well get out of here!"

This person looks like a spoiled, pampered young lady, and she even said, "I'm warning you." Song Nian'an laughed; anyone can say such things.

Since he had nothing better to do, he continued, "Divorce isn't something I can decide on my own. Besides, I finally managed to get on the good side of such a handsome and rich guy, and you're just telling me to leave like this? Who would be willing to do that?"

Li Wanru knew immediately that this person couldn't keep up the act anymore. "Isn't it all about the money?"

She said sarcastically, taking out a black card she had prepared beforehand from her small bag and slamming it onto the stone table with an air of dominance. "Here's six million. Get away from Brother Wen and go as far away as possible. Seeing you is annoying me."

Song Nian'an: "..."

He was stunned when he saw the card, feeling a mix of emotions. It wasn't that the money was particularly shocking, but rather that he would never have imagined that the classic, melodramatic scenario of "pay up and leave" would happen to him in the past.

only.....

"Miss Li, you're so stingy. Wen Jing is in the top 100 of the global rankings, and you only think he's worth six million?"

Song Nian'an absolutely would not allow anything to lower her husband's status. She picked up the black card, looked it over, and said disdainfully, "Using a black card for only six million? Is it really necessary? What are you pretending for?"

Li Wanru: "......"

She truly hadn't expected someone with no money or connections to be so arrogant, and she gritted her teeth in anger, "Song Nian'an, don't be ungrateful! You're just a toad trying to eat swan meat, who do you think you are!"

"I'm practically your brother Wen's wife," Song Nian'an said with a smile, without a hint of anger.

"Nian'an, what are you talking about?"

A pleasant and familiar voice came from behind them, and Wen Jing was walking towards them.

Li Wanru panicked for a moment when she saw the person, and reached out to take back the black card from Song Nian'an's hand, but Song Nian'an dodged it and she missed.

The next second, Song Nian'an, holding the card and beaming, ran up to Wen Jing and said without batting an eye,

"Brother Wen, this is a gift of six million from Miss Li. I said I didn't want it, but Miss Li insisted on giving it to us, saying it was a blessing for us!"

As he spoke, he turned back to look at Li Wanru as if asking a question, and winked with a smile, "Am I right, Miss Li?"

Li Wanru: "......"

To you!

Her expression was almost about to collapse, but seeing Wen Jing's probing gaze, she forced a smile and said with a pained expression, "That's right, congratulations on your wedding, Brother Wen."

After saying that, she glared at Song Nian'an and stormed off, saying she had other things to do.

After everyone left, Song Anran's smile faded slightly, and she stuffed the black card into Wen Jing's arms, saying, "I don't want it, you can have it."

Wen Jing looked at the person in front of him as if he were looking at a dejected little deer, and asked knowingly, "This is a gift of money, why don't you want it?"

On her first day of marriage, Song Nian'an had to deal with her husband's extramarital affairs. She felt uneasy about it and didn't intend to hide it. "What wedding gift money? This is money to get rid of me."

As he spoke, he sat down at the stone table again, staring at the fish at the bottom of the lake. Wen Jing looked at the person throwing a tantrum with a sense of novelty.

Regardless, in the vast city of S, no one dared to throw a tantrum in front of him. He stepped forward and, still feigning ignorance, asked, "Are you angry?"

Song Nian'an lowered her head and said, "No."

That's right.

The contradictory voices in his heart amused Wen Jing more and more. He sat down in the seat next to her and tapped the table with his fingers, making Song Nian'an a little flustered.

He wondered if Wen Jing was too gentle with him, which made him a little "spoiled and arrogant". In fact, he couldn't figure out how tolerant his new husband was. Seeing that Wen Jing didn't say anything, he was afraid that he would be unhappy. Just as he was about to say something to coax him, his temple suddenly felt soft.

Wen Jing kissed him again.

Wen Jing smiled and leaned closer, his dark eyes fixed on him as if trying to bewitch him, "I'll coax you, so you won't be angry."

Song Nian'an was stunned. Her cheeks flushed red with rapid bloodshot eyes, and she saw stars.

[God! Tell me! Why are older men so good at flirting?!]