Chapter 68

Wen Zhenni turned around at the sound. She had a bun on her hair, a denim skirt, and a white T-shirt, looking fresh and simple. Although her face was covered tightly with a mask and sunglasses, Wen Zhenni still recognized her from her voice: "Xiaoyu!"

Tang Yu took off his sunglasses and sat down opposite Wen Zhenni with a look of joy in his eyes. "When I saw your back just now, I thought you looked like me. I didn't expect it to be true."

She was a little excited. She pushed the cup of hot milk she had just bought in front of Wen Zhenni, her eyes fell on her plastered arm, and asked with concern: "Is your hand okay? I just heard you say in the group that it was fine..."

"Very well, I'm really fine now."

Wen Zhenni said a word of comfort, then noticed her assistant standing nearby and was a little surprised. "Aren't you filming a variety show in Nanbu? Why are you back?"

Tang Yu pursed her lips and smiled as she explained, "I accepted a perfume endorsement last month, and I came back specifically to participate in the brand's event. I just happened to be passing by here and suddenly wanted some dessert, so I came in. I didn't expect to run into you."

Wen Zhenni also smiled and looked her over carefully. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight. "It's only been a while since we last met, and you've lost weight. Is your work schedule very busy?"

Tang Yu nodded sheepishly. "Since the variety show started, my popularity has increased, and the number of job offers has suddenly increased several times."

Tang Yu followed her mother to remarry when she was young. Her stepfather treated her and her mother badly and would beat them if he was not happy with her.

Perhaps influenced by her upbringing, she's a bit cautious, always afraid of failing, and therefore puts in a hundred times more effort than others. This was especially true during the group's debut year, when she feared she'd be eliminated from the company due to her lack of skills. She practiced frantically for nearly 20 hours a day, only getting two or three hours of sleep.

Later, the group became popular and gained financial strength, and their lives gradually became better, but the internal friction that had penetrated deep into their bones could not be changed.

"That's a good thing." Wen Zhenni was genuinely happy for her. "It seems like Sister Haoran is cultivating you with all her heart."

Tang Yu's face flushed, with shame in her eyes, "If you hadn't terminated the contract, all these resources would have been yours."

"You're saying such depressing things again." Wen Zhenni glared at her. "Look at the resources I got from my previous company. Weren't they very bad?"

Tang Yu scratched her face embarrassedly. She understood this principle, but she always felt that she owed the other person.

She hesitated for a moment and began hesitantly, "The program team arranged for a guest to invite a good friend to help out. The first person I thought of was you, but your hand is injured..."

She doesn't have many close friends, and their schedules often conflict, so I'm afraid she really can't find the right person right now.

Wen Zhenni's eyes lit up when she heard this. "Why didn't you call me? I'm almost suffocating at home and I'm worried about not being able to find a reason to go out."

She agreed almost without hesitation: "I'll tell my agent that I can help you with this."

Tang Yu was a little surprised by the straightforward response: "Is it really possible?"

Wen Zhenni nodded: "I'm just sitting around doing nothing at home anyway, so I'll just take it as a way to relax."

Seeing that she had already agreed, Chengzi couldn't help but interject, "Sister, your hand is still in a cast, how are you going to record a variety show? If you bump into something, you won't be able to explain it to anyone."

Tang Yu quickly explained, "We're a slow-paced lifestyle variety show. We just chat and interact with each other. There's absolutely no hard work involved. It's very relaxing. Even if there's work to do, I won't let her do it."

Seeing how anxious and serious she was, Orange couldn't bear to pour cold water on her anymore.

"Little Orange, please don't think I'm so delicate, okay?" Wen Zhenni smiled and waved her uninjured hand. "One hand can do a lot of things."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Tang Yu and asked, "How many days will the recording take?"

Tang Yu raised her finger and said, "It's about three to four days, just recording one episode."

"Okay then." Wen Zhenni said without hesitation, picked up her phone and clicked on Qin Qing's WeChat. "I'll tell my agent right now. She'll definitely agree."

She is currently on a break from work, and this variety show is both relaxing and allows her to show her face, so I believe her agent will not refuse.

As expected, Qin Qing said that she would consider it and contact her when the time comes.

"I've already told my agent, and I'll contact your agent once it's confirmed." She told Tang Yu the news.

Tang Yu's eyes couldn't help but become sore: "Thank you, you always help me."

Wen Zhenni waved her hand: "Why are you being so polite to me? You've helped me a lot before."

The two of them met again after a long separation, and they seemed to have endless things to say. They chatted for a long time until Tang Yu's assistant came over to urge them to leave, and then they reluctantly said goodbye.

Not long after she left, the car to pick up Wen Zhenni arrived quickly.

In the afternoon, Ciheng accompanied Wen Zhenni to the hospital for a follow-up examination. The doctor reviewed her recovery and commented that it was progressing well. He urged her to maintain her condition and return for a follow-up examination in a week. If her condition stabilized, the cast could be removed and replaced with a brace. This news brought a sigh of relief to both of them.

Xi Miao called her in the evening to ask how she was doing and whether she could attend the pool party at the end of the month.

Wen Zhenni said it was no problem: "I agreed to help my friend, and I happened to be going to Nanbu to record a program those days."

Then, she excitedly told Xi Miao about her promise to record a variety show with Tang Yu.

"You really can't sit still."

Xi Miao asked again: "Does Ciheng agree?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. I'll tell him when it's confirmed."

Wen Zhenni heard the running of water in the bathroom stop, and lowered her voice and hurriedly said into the microphone, "I'll talk to you about the details when we meet at the birthday party tomorrow."

She quickly hung up the phone and put the toothbrush filled with toothpaste into her mouth.

Ciheng emerged from the bathroom, his face dripping with water. As he dried his hair, water droplets slid into the collar of his bathrobe and snaked down along the lines of his chest. His skin, freshly bathed in heat, was so sexy it made his face flush.

He walked over to get the hair dryer, and as he passed by, Wen Zhenni seemed to smell the scent of shower gel mixed with water vapor.

Her throat rolled, and by the time she realized she was still brushing her teeth, the cherry blossom-flavored foam had already been swallowed.

“…Cough! Cough cough!”

Hearing her cough, Ciheng turned around. Seeing her gulp down a few gulps of water, he raised his brows slightly and teased her amusedly, "What's up? Didn't eat enough tonight? Are you grabbing toothpaste for a snack?"

Wen Zhenni hurriedly put the toothbrush and water cup back in their original places, then blushed and confidently put the blame on him, "It's your fault for not dressing properly. It distracted me."

To avoid embarrassment, she quickly fled from this place.

Ciheng lowered her head and glanced at the bathrobe that was tied tightly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

He looked up at the door, shook his head, and turned on the hair dryer to blow dry his hair.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Zhenni was leaning against the headboard, playing with her phone. When she saw him come in, she threw her phone aside, enthusiastically patted the empty seat next to her, and invited him: "Mr. Ci, do you want to sleep together tonight?"

Seeing that he didn't respond immediately, she blinked and pretended to be pitiful: "You've been sleeping on the sofa for several days. You can't keep doing this, right?"

Ciheng didn't respond. She walked silently to the bed, lifted the quilt, and sat down on her right.

Just like in the past few days, he skillfully lifted up her right hand and helped her massage her stiff fingers.

Wen Zhenni looked at his focused expression, and a warm feeling passed through her heart. But at the same time, she pursed her lips in disappointment: "Ever since this hand was injured, I've lost the benefits I deserve as a wife... Am I too miserable?"

Ci Heng's hands continued to move, gently kneading her forearm. He glanced at her calmly, "When have I ever treated you unfairly? When have I ever failed to meet your needs?"

Judging from what he said, it seems like there's a chance.

Wen Zhenni pressed the issue, "So you're fulfilling your marital obligations?"

"No," the man refused ruthlessly. "Let's remove the plaster first."

It would take several days to remove the plaster, and Wen Zhenni couldn't wait that long.

She raised a finger, trying to bargain: "Just touch it, okay? Otherwise, I'll be itching and can't sleep."

"I can't understand how you lived without me." Ciheng was defeated and pulled her left hand and pressed it on his chest.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. Who would go back to eating coarse vegetables after having tasted all the delicacies from land and sea?"

Wen Zhenni said this with a clear conscience, reaching into the slightly open collar of his bathrobe.

After touching that piece of skin as he wished, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Stop drooling." Ciheng lowered his eyes and watched her rub her skin unscrupulously until it turned red and hot, his tone inevitably feeling a little helpless.

I really underestimated her. I thought she would rest peacefully after being injured.

Unexpectedly, as long as this hand can still move, she can prove with her strength what greed is...

Wen Zhenni secretly thought she'd been gentle and restrained last night. But the next day, while changing clothes, her eyes swept across Ciheng's chest, and when she saw the pale red scratches, she paused, "..."

"Um...you cut my nails before." She shirked responsibility guiltily, "It can't be me who did it."

The man had already put on his shirt and was buttoning it. He paused when he heard her, looked up at her and asked her with amusement, "So you mean, I caught these myself?"

Wen Zhenni hesitated and changed the subject abruptly: "I need to change my clothes, please help me get them."

She had been wearing loose, everyday clothes these days, but today she was going to attend the Wen family's birthday party, and the occasion was formal, so she had to dress appropriately.

The clothes she was going to wear had been prepared long ago. It was a sleeveless dress that didn't require sleeves, which was very convenient for her.

Ciheng took the skirt out of the closet, squatted down, and gestured for her to lift her feet. Wen Zhenni supported him and lifted her legs to get in.

He helped her zip up the side of her dress and tidied her hair. Then he turned around, opened the jewelry drawer, and took out a black velvet box.

Wen Zhenni watched him take out a string of pearls from the box and couldn't help but be surprised: "Is it repaired so quickly?"

She took the bracelet and looked at it carefully. The original necklace had been made into a double-loop bracelet, and the intact blue morpho butterfly main stone was perfectly inlaid in it.

"I asked Lin Nuo to take it back to the workshop yesterday and changed it into a bracelet according to your request."

Ciheng picked up the bracelet and put it on her, fastening the clasp.

Wen Zhenni turned her wrist, but it was too loose and slipped off with the slightest movement.

She frowned: "It seems to be a little bigger."

Ciheng was helpless: "You were unwilling to give up any beads, so they could only preserve as many as possible, and finally made it into this size."

"...It's really embarrassing." Wen Zhenni thought about it, and then an idea came to her mind. She pulled his hand over and put the bracelet on his wrist.

Not to mention, the bracelet looked even more beautiful on his wrist, and the size was just right.

"Three circles are too tight, and two circles are too loose. It fits you just right." She looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

Ci Heng raised an eyebrow: "You stare at it like it's the apple of your eye. It's so precious, and you just casually put it on my wrist like that?"

"It's the same if you wear it." The more Wen Zhenni looked at it, the more she felt it matched his temperament. She simply ordered in a domineering manner, "Don't take it off."

Although Ciheng's face did not quite agree, he still did not take it off: "Let's go."

He naturally took her hand, and they went downstairs together and got in the car to Wen's Winery.