Chapter 571 So Clingy

Ji Wan changed his shoes, walked over, hugged his strong waist from behind, and put his cheek against his broad back.

"Are you so clingy today?" Chi Wenyan turned off the fire, turned around, held her in his arms, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, "What good thing happened?"

"I invested in a project today." Ji Wan raised his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh?" Chi Wenyan looked at her with interest. "What project can make our President Ji so excited?"

"An AI project, called Xiaoban." Ji Wan briefly explained Feng Lou's plan, including his obsessive determination to break through the wall.

She rarely talked about work in front of Chi Wenyan, but today, she had a strong desire to share.

Chi Wenyan listened quietly without interrupting, but gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.

"I told him that my return standard is not to become a unicorn in some industry, but to have him stand on the Nasdaq bell ringing platform." After Ji Wan finished speaking, he looked at Chi Wenyan like a child waiting for praise.

Chi Wenyan smiled.

His smile spread from his eyes, full of pampering and appreciation.

"You are worthy of being my woman, Chi Wenyan."

He pinched Ji Wan's nose and said, "The pattern is just different."

"Do you think this project will succeed?"

"I don't believe in the project." Chi Wenyan's eyes were focused and affectionate. "I believe in your vision."

He paused, his tone full of self-righteous arrogance.

"Besides, what if it doesn't work?"

"If I lose, I lose."

"I, your husband, can still afford the trial and error costs my wife incurred in her career."

Ji Wan's heart was instantly filled.

People outside say that she is the queen of the business world, decisive and invincible.

But only she herself knows that Chi Wenyan's unreserved trust and support is her strongest armor.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed the man on the lips.

"Chi Wenyan."

"Um?"

"It's so kind of you."

The hot steam from the noodles filled the air and melted the sharpness in Ji Wan's eyes.

A simple bowl of plain noodles can soothe her stomach and heart better than any delicacies from land and sea.

After the two finished their meal, Chi Wenyan cleaned up the dishes while Ji Wan leaned on the sofa, enjoying this rare leisure time.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the quiet night view of the villa area, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside the office window and brings the tranquility of home.

"I was wondering," Chi Wenyan walked out of the kitchen after drying his hands, sat down beside her, and naturally took her into his arms, "Is it time for Nian Nian and Yao Yao to start early childhood education? My friend's child, who is half a year younger than them, has already started cognitive classes."

He spoke lightly, as if he was discussing tomorrow's weather.

Ji Wan's body stiffened instantly.

The woman who was leaning lazily in his arms a second ago suddenly sat up straight, and the relaxation in her eyes disappeared.

"no."

Her voice was cold and decisive.

Chi Wenyan was a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at Ji Wan's tense profile.

"Why? It's just early childhood education, not some rote learning. It can help them develop..."

"I said, no."

Ji Wan interrupted him, his tone becoming even stronger.

"Chi Wenyan, how old are they?"

She turned her head and stared at him with burning eyes. "Their lives have just begun. I hope their childhood will be filled with grass, sunshine, and toys, rather than a packed schedule and the so-called anxiety of 'not losing at the starting line.'"

"I will not let my children become tools to satisfy my parents' vanity."

The last sentence, like a needle, accurately pierced into the deepest and most untouchable corner of Chi Wenyan's heart.

His face visibly darkened.

The warm and charming atmosphere in the air completely dissipated, replaced by a suffocating silence.

Chi Wenyan's hands on the sofa tightened silently, and his knuckles turned white.

He thought of his childhood.

He remembered his extremely paranoid mother, who, in the name of love, filled all his time with courses and so-called training, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Those memories were nightmares that he never wanted to look back on.

"That's not what I meant." He said, his voice dry and hoarse.

He just didn't want his kids to fall behind.

But after Ji Wan's words, these words seemed so pale and powerless.

He didn't explain any further.

Chi Wenyan let go of Ji Wan, stood up, and walked straight to the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room.

He opened the cabinet door, took out a bottle of whiskey, poured half a glass without adding ice, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned his throat and numbed his chaotic mind for a moment.

Ji Wan looked at his back and felt a tightness in his heart.

She realized that her words might have been too harsh, and she also noticed the sadness and alienation that suddenly rose from him.

She stood up and walked behind him.

"Chi Wenyan, what's wrong with you?"

She asked tentatively, her tone softening, "I'm not targeting you, I just..."

The man didn't look back.

He just poured himself another glass of wine, put down the bottle, turned around, and there was no expression on his face.

"fine."

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a depth that she couldn't understand.

"It's getting late, and you're tired today. Go upstairs and rest early."

The words "Go upstairs and rest early" were like an invisible wall, instantly separating the two people into two worlds.

Ji Wan stood there, not moving.

She looked at Chi Wenyan's lonely and upright back. He stood in front of the wine cabinet, drinking one glass after another with neat movements and without any pause.

That's not wine tasting.

That's irrigation.

It was like trying to suppress something with strong liquor.

The only sound in the living room was the crisp, cold tapping of glasses on the marble countertop.

With every sound, Ji Wan's heart tightened a little.

Time passes by every second.

The hands of the wall clock move silently, but they are like heavy hammers, hitting people's hearts.

Chi Wenyan didn't speak again, and neither did Ji Wan.

The silence stretched and expanded between the two of them, almost squeezing the air out of shape.

Finally, Ji Wan moved.

She walked over step by step, her high heels making a dull sound on the floor.

She walked behind him, stretched out her hand, and placed it on the hand holding the wine glass.

His hands were cold and his knuckles were pricking.

"Stop drinking."

Her voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Chi Wenyan's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't turn around or put down his wine glass.

"You have a bad stomach."

Ji Wan increased the strength of his hands, trying to take the cup away from him.

The man didn't move at all, and the veins on the back of his hands became more and more obvious due to the struggle.

A nameless anger rose from the bottom of Ji Wan's heart.