Chapter 64

Wen Zhenni thought Ciheng would make trouble for her, but he simply clung to her all night, without any unnecessary actions. He only pestered her for half an hour in the morning, just before dawn.

By the time Wen Zhenni finished her nap, Ciheng had already gotten up. She stretched, put on her slippers and went to wash up.

When I went downstairs, Ciheng had already returned from his morning run. He was wearing sportswear and preparing breakfast.

Seeing that she was indeed wearing a tutu, a smile appeared in his eyes: "Come over and prepare to eat."

The man cooking was quite attractive. Without formal attire, he looked like a man easily seduced. Wen Zhenni sat down at the table, her chin in her hands, and watched intently.

Ci Heng waved his hands in front of her eyes: "What are you looking at? Are you full just by looking at me?"

Wen Zhenni smiled so hard that her eyebrows curved: "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

The man who was praised was as proud as ever: "There are still many things you don't know."

Wen Zhenni's eyes fell on his sportswear: "You are so busy at work every day, how can you still find time for running and fitness?"

"The body is the capital of revolution." Ciheng looked at her meaningfully, "I see you like it too. You can't get enough of touching it."

Wen Zhenni pursed her lips and smiled.

She had to admit that she really liked it.

They had porridge for breakfast, and Ciheng cooked lunch himself, with Wen Zhenni helping him.

The afternoon was long, and the two of them snuggled up on the sofa in the living room and put on a movie.

It was a very touching love movie. Wen Zhenni was deeply moved and burst into tears. She sat down at the piano and played the theme song of the movie.

"You're so easily moved." Ciheng listened to her on the sofa and laughed at her bluntly, "You're crying like a puppy."

Wen Zhenni wiped her tears with a tissue and glared at him, "Aren't you moved? You have no heart."

"Why do I have no heart?" He walked over and pulled her up from the piano stool.

Wen Zhenni thought he was going to express his emotions, but he ended up playing a song with great vigor... "Strengthening the Army and Building the Nation."

Wen Zhenni: "..."

The painting style is very unique.

After she finished playing, he asked her, "Do you feel more energy?"

Wen Zhenni was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but burst into laughter: "I'm quite touched."

Ciheng patted her thigh and motioned her to sit down. Wen Zhenni didn't want to go over because of the inconvenience caused by her skirt.

"What? You're so open and honest when you take the initiative, touching and biting me. But when I take the initiative, you hesitate."

Ciheng was too lazy to waste time with her, so he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Wen Zhenni sat down on the back of his hand, her puffy skirt spread out on his legs like a flower that suddenly bloomed.

"You're so annoying." Wen Zhenni bit his neck in revenge.

The two of them tangled together like this. When they stopped, Wen Zhenni's lips were swollen and she hugged his neck, gasping for breath.

She meant to say enough was enough, but what came out was, "What's for dinner?"

Ci Heng smiled: "How about the buns?"

Wen Zhenni obviously didn't believe it: "Can you do it?"

"I can. I'll teach you." He lowered his head and bit her chin, her neck. "It's free teaching. No one is cheated."

Her dress was a square-necked tube top, and the evening light and shadow cleverly outlined the undulating contours of her figure. Ciheng took one of her hands and stroked her collarbone.

"When making buns, first knead the dough. Remember to knead it into a ball as hard as you can. Once it has risen, roll it into small pieces..."

Wen Zhenni thought it was a cooking lesson, and combined with his actions, all that remained in her mind were a lot of inappropriate verbs.

He also said that soup dumplings are more delicious if you absorb the soup. He put her hand on her heartbeat and encouraged her: "Follow what I say and review it yourself."

Wen Zhen couldn't hear anything else she was saying. She gripped his strong arms tightly with both hands, digging her nails into them. She was about to cry, "I don't want it."

A large mirror stood to the side, illuminating the two of them with incredible clarity. From her perspective, she could see her own blushing face, the neatly dressed man's back, his blooming skirt, and his high heels, the toes of which touched the ground.

As time goes by, the color of the dark gray trousers gradually deepens.

Wen Zhenni was so ashamed and angry that she repeatedly asked to go back to her room, so Ciheng had to pick her up.

When they reached the stairwell, he couldn't help but kiss her passionately, all the way to the bedroom, where he pushed her against the sideboard.

She had a toned body, well-proportioned buttocks, and beautiful back grooves... He lowered his head and sucked her back, while his hands were not idle either. He reached forward to grab the black bag and shook out a small piece of cloth.

“Why are there more…” Didn’t I wear them all last time? Why are there still black stockings?

Ci Heng smiled solemnly: "Look carefully."

Wen Zhenni looked at those things again.

Low waist, two straps, very thin black stockings, T-back design, accurately and completely depicts the shape, it is a men's style.

It's not even as big as the palm of your hand, at best the size of the bottom of a bottle. Is it wearable?

What are those belts... they look like bondage gear.

Ci Heng turned her around, facing her, and trapped her between his arms: "I don't know how to put it on, help me."

As long as it wasn't her, Wen Zhenni's psychological pressure was greatly reduced.

However, it was still a big challenge for her to put on the bondage outfit herself.

Wen Zhenni's face was bare and her hands were shaking.

He was tall and strong, and it took her a lot of effort to put his clothes on.

Her standard inverted triangle figure was restrained by several leather belts, and I couldn't even look at her.

As a good student, Wen Zhenni repeated the instruction with a red face. Finally, she was too tired to move. She clung to his neck like a koala and buried her face in his shoulder.

Ciheng kissed her lips and unzipped her skirt.

Without a zipper to restrain me, in just a moment, there was nothing left on my body.

"It hurts here, it's uncomfortable." She pointed to a place.

Ciheng rubbed her body as if to comfort her, bent down and kissed her, but felt it was not enough, so he turned her away.

He pressed his hand against her back and reached forward. The ring on his finger was too hard and hurt. Wen Zhenni said it was uncomfortable and placed her hand on the back of his hand, trying to pull it away, but was suddenly released and bounced.

Hearing the heavier breathing, the man raised the corner of his lips and put his nose against his earlobe: "Look at me."

"Look at me."

Following the man's command, Wen Zhenni turned her face away like a possessed person. The next second, her lips were covered by a burning breath, stealing away her thoughts...

It was a very confusing and disorienting night. In Wen Zhenni's confused memory, she only remembered that she didn't eat dinner and didn't sleep much the whole night.

Overall, this anniversary was so special that it’s hard to describe.

Xi Miao asked her out and asked for feedback. Wen Zhenni gave a blank review: "It's hard to comment."

A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a long period of heavy rain. Wen Zhenni went home to spend the holiday with her elderly father, and later took her grandmother to Zijin Bay to spend the holiday together.

There are three days of holiday by law including weekends, so the Xie family packed up and sent Xie Xincheng over as well.

The weather was still bad after the holiday, so there wasn't much to do. Feng Zhen hosted a party at the nearly 10,000-square-meter luxury club in Zijin Bay. He invited all his childhood friends and close friends to play cards and ball games.

The purpose of celebrating a festival is to have fun. Those who have fun in the circle are all of similar age, so they all come with their families.

Hearing that there were many children going, Wen Zhenni took Xie Xincheng with her as well.

She and Ciheng arrived late, and Feng Zhen and his group had already played several rounds of mahjong.

"I've been waiting for you two, Brother Heng, Zhenni. I'm late."

Feng Zhen asked the replacement to step down and make room for him. "Hurry up and sit down. I'm incredibly lucky today. It would be unreasonable if I don't beat you a few times."

Someone had been smoking in the chess and card room. As Ciheng walked in holding Wen Zhenni's hand, a smell of cigarettes hit them in the face.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of him, brushing away the smoke. He glanced at the people in the room and asked, "Isn't there anyone else who hasn't arrived yet?"

"You mean Brother Wen?" Feng Zhen chuckled. "Sister Xue is pregnant and resting in the next room. He rubbed it twice and then couldn't sit still anymore, so he ran to take care of Sister Xue."

"Sister Xue is pregnant!" Wen Zhenni also just found out. She let out a low cry, let go of her hand and went to the next room, "I'm going to see her."

Ci Heng took a seat in the vacant seat, stacked the chips in front of him, and looked up at the man with dark circles under his eyes. "You look like you haven't slept in a few days. Are you ready to give me some money?"

Jiang Zhuofan reached out and touched a card, then replied unconvincedly, "We'll know who wins and who loses after we play."

Feng Zhen laughed with joy, and while playing cards, he asked, "Isn't your troublemaker Xie Xincheng here too? Where is he?"

Ciheng focused on the cards in his hand: "Just like those kids in your family, playing with your dog outside on the lawn."

Feng Zhen was stunned for a moment: "These troublemakers are together, don't make trouble."

After the first round, Jiang Zhuofan won.

When Wen Zhenni and Zhong Xue came in, chatting and laughing, the mahjong machine had just placed the new tiles for the second round. Feng Zhen called out to Wen Zheng to play, and Wen Zheng didn't refuse, switching seats with another player and joining the game.

Wen Zhenni and Zhong Xue sat at the card table and watched the game with great interest.

After playing five rounds in a row, Ciheng and Jiang Zhuofan won two hands respectively, but Feng Zhen, who was claiming to have good luck, didn't win a single hand.

Wen Zhenni felt itchy as she watched from the side, and thought that she could do it too, so she wanted to give it a try.

She asked Zhong Xue, "Sister Xue, can we both go down and do a couple of laps?"

Zhong Xue readily agreed: "Okay, rubbing it twice is fine."

Seeing that she was eager to try, Ciheng gave up his seat and moved to the sofa area with Wen Zheng to chat about business.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Zhenni sat down at the card table, the cards she got were extremely bad, and she lost two games in a row.

"What? Why do I lose as soon as I play?" She was really at her wit's end. "If I keep losing like this, I'll lose all my holiday red envelopes."

"Alas, Jiang Zhuofan is possessed by the God of Gamblers. Even if we three join forces, we can't beat him." Zhong Xue shook her head and smiled, giving Wen Zhenni some advice, "Go ask Ciheng to look at the cards. I don't believe Jiang Zhuofan can always win."

Ciheng wanted to laugh when he heard this. He stood up, put his arm around the back of Wen Zhenni's chair, and actually helped her look at the cards.

Although Jiang Zhuofan looked like an old monk in meditation, he still protested: "You can't ask for help off the court. This is a foul."

Feng Zhen had lost his temper and said leisurely, "Well, we're all family members, no one is different. It doesn't matter who goes up."

Facing the three inhumane families above, Jiang Zhuofan could only mutter: "... the world is becoming more corrupt, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be."

Ciheng commented in a quiet voice, "You've learned idioms quite well."

With the help from outside the field, Wen Zhenni's luck on the cards finally turned around and she easily won back a game. She suddenly felt refreshed, comfortable and open-minded.

"No more fighting, no more fighting. My waist hurts from sitting." After winning, she stood up contentedly and pounded her stiff shoulders. "You guys fight. I'm going to go out and look for Xie Xincheng."

As soon as she left, everyone in the room started saying they were tired and didn't want to play anymore. They discussed going to the billiard room to play a few games of billiard to stretch their legs.

The billiard room is much more spacious and offers a wide view. Across from the floor-to-ceiling lattice windows is the forest park, and the small hillside next to it is very close, looking at the lush greenery, which is very soothing.

After playing a few rounds in the billiard room to kill time, Jiang Zhuofan was called away by an urgent phone call. The others didn't want to play anymore and sat by the window to rest.

Feng Zhen opened a bottle of mineral water and was drinking it when his eyes inadvertently swept out the window and suddenly stopped.

He rubbed his eyes doubtfully and asked the others uncertainly, "Hey, look, is that Zhenni? Why is she going over to the mountain?"

Ci Heng stood up upon hearing this and walked a few steps to the window. Looking out from the French window, it was indeed Wen Zhenni, walking alone towards the hillside.

At this moment, a girl from the Feng family suddenly ran in, out of breath, crying, "Uncle, it's bad... Xiao Yezi and Xie Xincheng are missing!"

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "They were playing with cotton candy, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared. Aunt Wen asked someone to check the surveillance footage, and they saw them heading towards the hill. Aunt Wen and the security guard went looking for them separately, and asked me to come and tell you..."