Chapter 22

After returning to the city from fishing at the lake, Uncle Qiu invited the father and daughter to dinner at Chen Yiji. Wen Zhenni and Jiajia had eaten so much that their stomachs were too full, so they barely ate dinner.

After arriving home, Wen Zhenni took a hot shower, yawned, and crawled into the warm bed feeling tired.

After a day of hard work, it wasn't much easier than going to work. But the process was quite interesting and worth sharing with you.

With that thought in mind, she grabbed her phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and finished editing a post. Just minutes after sending it, Ciheng's video call request popped up.

"Going fishing with Dad?"

The screen lit up. A man had just emerged from a banquet, standing in the center of the corridor, a glass curtain wall behind him. The city's nightscape outside shone like a galaxy, framing his tall, slightly aloof figure.

"My dad insisted that I go." Wen Zhenni snuggled in the quilt holding her cell phone, her tone a little helpless.

Just as she was about to say that, she suddenly realized, "Wait, were you peeking at my Weibo?"

On the other side of the screen, Ciheng raised her eyebrows slightly, "Your Weibo isn't just visible to you."

While watching the video, he had already clicked on each picture to take a closer look.

When he was young, he had participated in special training with the children of the Zhuang family. He had always had a keen eye, so when he caught sight of the back of a familiar elder, his fingers paused. "Uncle Qiu is there too?"

Wen Zhen hummed, "Uncle Qiu also mentioned you and praised you for being so great."

Ci Heng snorted and laughed, "It's a fact that I'm powerful."

This man is not humble at all.

But it also fits with the pride in his bones.

That feeling of manipulating people's hearts...how to put it? Even someone like her, who has been in the world of fame and fortune and has seen a lot, would knowingly do something wrong and favor his pride and arrogance.

Wen Zhenni propped up her chin, leaned on the pillow and swung her legs back and forth, "Aren't you coming back tonight?"

Ciheng: "Well, no reply."

With his eyelids drooping and a slightly drunken tone, he unbuttoned his suit with one hand and paced from under the light into the darkness.

As she sat down on the sofa, a pair of slender fingers holding a paper cup came into the camera.

The hot drink was handed to her, and the woman's soft voice was filled with fragrance. "Ah Heng, the drink is cold. Have some honey water."

The mole on the back of her hand caught her eye, and there was no one else but Jiang Lin.

Although his wife is not around, he has no shortage of beautiful women and can enjoy the happiness of having two wives anytime and anywhere.

An inexplicable feeling of dissatisfaction was growing darkly at this moment.

Wen Zhenni gritted her teeth and raised her voice: "Husband, you are severely allergic to honey, so don't touch honey water."

Her tone was exaggeratedly coquettish, but her expression was angry.

The abnormal situation is unbelievable.

Ciheng was confused. She wondered how come he didn't know he was allergic to honey?

I couldn't figure out the reason for her change in tone, but I didn't take the glass of honey water either.

He waved his hand to reject Jiang Lin's kindness and his eyes returned to the screen.

The person trapped in the mattress turned over, and when she supported herself on her elbows, her pearly white silk nightgown slid down her curves.

She really suits pearls, but no other pearls can embellish her and take away her brilliance.

I don’t know if I wasn’t noticing, but the camera moved half an inch and stopped just below.

Just one glance, and it feels like tens of thousands of years in the human world.

Ciheng's Adam's apple slid in front of the camera.

"Put on your clothes, I'm outside." He put his fist to his lips to remind her to pay attention to the occasion.

Wen Zhenni didn't understand his hint as he reminded her in some way.

She thought she was asserting her sovereignty, but in fact she was acting like a spoiled brat in front of everyone. "It's time to go to bed. This is how you dress in the bedroom."

She wanted to lie on her back and roll around on the bed, but the front camera was suddenly briefly held down by something, leaving only a suggestive sound on the screen.

The embarrassment of speaking out is fully reflected at this moment.

For a moment, the entourage all looked away awkwardly.

Ci Heng held his forehead, seemingly calm and ignoring the people around him, but in fact, his heart was already in turmoil, "My dear, you did it on purpose."

"I don't!"

Wen Zhenni claimed to be innocent. She said that she accidentally twisted her waist when she turned over, and her cell phone hit her chest heavily.

She complained to him, "Honey, I twisted my waist and it hurts."

After all, she was a young lady who had never suffered much. She was immersed in the world of sensual pleasures and did not know how to please those in power. Her affluent life did not allow her to submit to anyone lower than her.

Perhaps she herself has not realized that her advantages are natural and do not need to be embellished or refined.

Ciheng didn't know when it started, but she was afraid that she would break if she bumped into something, and afraid that she would fall if she held her in her hands, so she carefully protected this precious innocence and straightforwardness.

"Sorry, I need to step aside."

He was not yet so generous as to allow others to observe his and his wife's fun.

He stood up calmly and raised his hand to stop the senior executives from various departments who came to watch.

Watching the straight figure blend into the darkness of the corridor and walk away in the safe passage with green light, Jiang Lin still held the cup of honey water that had long been cold in her hand.

"Mr. Jiang, are you in the mood for another drink?"

Someone extended an invitation to Jiang Lin, breaking the silence.

The god of the home court has left, and the faces of the business world have been revealed again unscrupulously.

Jiang Lin, who was still in a daze, was forcibly dragged back to reality.

Being small and of low status, she couldn't refuse, so she forced a wooden smile and said, "It's my honor."

Just now she was sitting half an arm's length away from Mrs. Ciheng, and could not see the true face of Mrs. Ciheng on the screen, but her watery voice fell clearly into her ears.

And that gentle and affectionate call of "good boy" with a lingering aftertaste shattered her proud determination.

“…It’s so embarrassing.”

Wen Zhenni was also slow to realize. When she saw the crowd of people through the camera, she realized that her embarrassment had been heard by everyone else.

The society is dead, how will others look at her in the future!

Wen Zhenni sobbed and punched the pillow a few times. With a red face, she pulled up the quilt, buried her head in it, and pretended to be dead like an ostrich.

Instead of comforting her, the man laughed at her, "Now that you know how to save face, aren't you more relaxed about being a spoiled brat with your husband?"

Wen Zhenni stuck half of her face out from under the mattress, biting the quilt with a resentful look, "Why didn't you remind me? You made me lose face."

This pot is too big for Ciheng to bear. "I reminded you to put on your clothes."

She took off her cufflinks and threw them onto the marble table. Ciheng rolled up her shirt sleeves, sat on the sofa, and teased her without mercy, "Little ancestor, do you think that everywhere you go is your territory?"

Once in private, his sharp tongue was exposed. She wanted to take back all the praise she had given him.

Wen Zhenni angrily lifted the quilt and said, "I'm sorry, there will definitely not be a next time."

When I stood up, the movement was too big, and the collar of my nightgown was pulled to the side and slid down to my shoulders.

When the warm light spreads, a masterpiece that is about to be broken is brought out.

Being tempted by beauty is a low and common thing to do. He was confident that he would not do that, but his throat still felt itchy.

"That..." He rubbed his brows and tried his best to control his tone to remind the other party, "The clothes are torn."

The silk dress was already smooth, and when the crystal buttons fell off, the soft lace dress underneath was revealed.

It reminded him of a famous work by a certain Chinese painting master, in which white lotus flowers stood gracefully on the lake, worried that the wind and rain would cause them to fall and the pure white petals would not be able to withstand the ravages.

Beautiful treasures should be hidden away and appreciated in private.

Wen Zhenni saw it from the front camera, cursed "hooligan" under her breath, and took the pillow into her arms with a red face.

"I'm just kindly reminding you not to embarrass yourself like you did just now."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and smiled, but the smile was not enough, and his tone was still vicious and asshole-like, "Fortunately, this is my territory, you can continue to be presumptuous."

It was as if she was deliberately seducing him.

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense." Wen Zhenni became so excited and her blood rushed to her head that she turned red.

She bit her pillow and sobbed, "You bullied me."

The man on the other side of the screen looked at her like this, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up. "What a pity, I'm too far away to really bully you."

Listen, does this sound like human language?

"Ciheng, you've become a bad person."

The man crossed his legs and unbuttoned his shirt to the last button. "Then I'll give you the initiative. I'll let you bully me."

Compared with his sharp tongue, letting your temper run wild and coaxing her into saying nonsense is the most hateful.

But Wen Zhenni was the most easily bewitched by his few words, and he didn't need to put in much effort to easily control her.

Those who make the rules will never compromise themselves and do whatever they want.

Ciheng knows exactly how to make himself and others feel comfortable.

Even through the screen, he could bully her calmly.

Ciheng was a monster in the world of romance, but never before had she been like last night, when she had turned her heart upside down and into a complete mess without lifting a finger.

But when I touched the empty bed, I actually felt a little uncomfortable with his absence.

Wen Zhenni's withdrawal reaction was stronger than she had imagined.

On the way to the auction hall, she was dragged by Xi Miao, feeling dazed and listless.

Originally, she didn't have to make this trip in person, but there was a ruby ​​necklace among the items auctioned that Xi Miao liked. She wanted to see it first, so she dragged Wen Zhenni onto the plane.

The necklace that was bought for two million was beautiful, but Wen Zhenni was not interested in it at all.

Anyone could tell that she didn't sleep well.

After getting her manicure done, while eating at a French restaurant, Xi Miao looked at her and said, "Ci Heng didn't come back, what were you doing last night? You looked like you were drained."

"Isn't it that I've been squeezed dry?" Even when the fox is not at home, he can still make people's hearts turn red.

Wen Zhenni poked at the snail meat on the plate and selectively told her about the embarrassing incident last night. She sobbed, "Miaomiao, my heart is broken."

Seeing her disappointing look, Xi Miao found it funny. "Why don't you be brave enough and bully him too? It's rude not to reciprocate, understand?"

"How can I beat him?"

She answered truthfully, earning a cold stare from her best friend.

"Sister, can I prepare a dish for you one day so that you, a decent woman, can broaden your horizons?"

Wen Zhenni lifted her heavy eyelids and glanced at her, "You really are trying your best to lead me astray."

She was chewing the snail meat dryly, and when the phone next to her vibrated, she grabbed it almost excitedly.

Xi Miao glanced at the note, his eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on his red lips, "Someone is here to check on me."

Her tone rose at the end, her eyes gleaming with gossip, "It feels like a long time since we last met... Are you two really dating?"

Wen Zhenni's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly denied it, "We are already an old married couple, why are we still in love?"

Xi Miao held his chin and watched Wen Zhenni swipe the answer button, the teasing in his eyes almost overflowing, "Hurry up and answer it!"

Wen Zhenni put the phone to her ear and said, "Good morning, husband."

"Where?" A low and slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver. No emotion could be heard, but it was full of natural control.

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