Chapter 28 Come and chase after them!

Upon receiving this message, Shang Chen was somewhat puzzled.

He couldn't figure out what Wen Zan wanted to talk to him about. Did she want to discuss a company collaboration with him?

Although confused, I still went out to look for it.

From a distance, he could only see Wen Zan with his back to him.

Wen He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a tree trunk, his expression blank.

He had just walked over and hadn't even spoken when Wen He glared at him angrily and punched him in the face. Caught off guard, Shang Chen was knocked back and staggered, his face filled with disbelief.

Touching his stinging face, his fingertips stained with blood, his lip cut, Shang Chen clenched his fist, then gripped his collar, demanding sharply, "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

Wen He showed no fear: "If it weren't for the fact that my sister still treats you like a human being, I would have beaten you half to death for kissing her without any status or relationship. One punch would be too lenient."

Shang Chen, who had been so aggressive, immediately became embarrassed upon hearing this, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. He released his grip on Shang Chen's collar and remained silent.

He did act impulsively, but he doesn't regret it, and he deserved the punch.

After glancing at Wen Zan's back, who was wearing Bluetooth headphones and seemed indifferent, Shang Chen knew that Wen Zan had tacitly agreed to the situation. Now that the score was settled, it was none of Wen Zan's business. So Shang Chen glanced at the two brothers one last time before leaving without looking back and heading towards the infirmary.

You can still faintly hear Wen Zan's feigned surprise: "Hey, Brother Shang, why did you leave without saying a word? Xiao He, are you teasing someone again?"

随后是温贺那依旧欠揍的语气：“大哥，我哪敢啊，人家可是首富之子，万千女生的梦中情人，我可不敢。”

Shang Chen: "..."

Ouch, my mouth seems to hurt even more.

Once everyone had left and he was sure he couldn't hear them talking anymore, Wen He jumped up happily and punched the air a few times: "Damn, that felt so good! I love seeing him want to beat me but not be able to. It'll make him furious!"

Seeing his expression, Wen Zan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She took off her Bluetooth headset and then asked about his performance: "Are you bleeding?"

Wen He raised an eyebrow: "It's just a little cut on the corner of your mouth, it'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

“I’m not worried about that,” Wen Zan said. “You should think about how to explain this to Lingling.”

Wen He was still confused: "What do you mean, 'tell my sister'?"

…

Wen Ling couldn't refuse Chen Yao, so she packed a few changes of clothes and left the dormitory with her to stay at her older brother's house for a few days.

I had just reached the dormitory building when my phone rang again.

She finally had a moment to look at the photo, and when she saw that Shang Chen had sent her a picture of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, along with a pitiful comment about how painful it was, Wen Ling couldn't sit still any longer: 【How did this happen?】

"I bumped into something, Wen Ling, can you blow on it for me? It'll make the pain go away."

He thoughtfully added, "Send me a voice message to blow on it."

No perfunctory wording allowed.

The next second, the real person appeared in front of him.

"...Ah." Shang Chen didn't react in time, clutching his wound in a daze, "You...how did you get here?"

"Didn't you send me?" Wen Ling looked at him strangely.

Shang Chen glanced at her still-injured foot, her temple throbbing: "That's not what I meant, what I meant was—"

Wen Ling sat down next to him, leaned in, removed his hand, gently blew on it, and frowned slightly: "Is it better now?"

"..."

It seems to have gotten a bit more serious.

The chair was long, and Shang Chen gripped it, sliding a little distance away: "Much better..."

From his angle, he could see the three members of the Wen family standing neatly in front of the infirmary. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

He just wanted to take advantage of the injury to get some benefits.

I didn't want to hurt myself further.

Wen Ling was about to raise her hand to gently touch it.

Shang Chen reacted strongly by grabbing her wrist, but when they met the gazes of the people at the door, he immediately let go as if he had touched a hot potato.

Wen Ling sighed helplessly and turned around to look: "Big brother..."

Wen Zan looked up at the sky and then at the ground, but finally couldn't resist his sister's gaze. He put his arm around his wife and left with his brother, reminding her, "Lingling, don't chat for too long, it's time to go back for lunch."

"Okay."

The sound of suitcase wheels rolling outside the door gradually faded into the distance.

Wen Ling looked at him and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell on you. I just accidentally said it while I was chatting with my sister-in-law."

Shang Chen found her thought process quite amusing and chuckled, "Shouldn't I be the one apologizing to you? Why are you saying it to me instead?"

Wen Ling scratched her head and explained, "This matter has been over since the day you returned to China, and I didn't intend to bring it up again."

Shang Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a little itchy. Knowing that he probably wouldn't see her for the next few days, he glanced warily at the door before making his request in a hoarse voice: "Can we hold hands?"

Wen Ling's face flushed again: "No...no, that won't do."

"Okay." Shang Chen couldn't hide his disappointment. "You're going to stay at your brother's house, right? Does that mean we won't be able to see each other for several days again?"

Don't sound so aggrieved...

She's just going to rest for a few days; it's not like she's not going back to school.

Why are you making it sound like she's not coming back?

Wen Ling looked at him and nodded.

Shang Chen clasped his hands behind his head and sighed softly, "Okay, I understand."

Wen Ling frowned; he knew what was going on.

"Your brother is so outstanding, he must have a lot of talented young men around him. With a troublesome and difficult suitor like me, he will definitely try to make those people outshine me and make them stand out in front of you. It would be best if one of them was someone you liked."

Wen Ling looked surprised: "Shang Chen, what... what nonsense are you talking about? Big brother wouldn't do that, he wouldn't do anything to make me unhappy."

Shang Chen pouted, seemingly hurt: "Who knows? After all, I failed so badly. In their eyes, I'm no longer a good person."

Wen Ling didn't know how to comfort him.

She was the one being pursued, yet she had to comfort her suitor. Wen Ling opened her mouth and hesitated for a long time before finally stammering, "Don't... think like that."

Shang Chen remained dejected: "That's the truth."

Wen Ling could only patiently explain, "My older brother thinks I'm still young and wouldn't consider these things for me too early."

Shang Chen turned to look at her, his eyes seeming even redder: "So, I'm completely hopeless too, right?"

"..."

Wen Ling had no idea what to say to him. She suddenly stood up, annoyed with herself, and said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. You're so annoying."

Shang Chen lowered his head dejectedly, without refuting, "Okay."

Wen Ling: "..."

She has never been good at handling these kinds of things; she only knows how to run away from them.

She had already reached the door when she thought of Shang Chen's aggrieved expression, and her heart ached. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned back.

She sat awkwardly next to Shang Chen.

I didn't see the corners of his lips that were secretly curling up.

Wen Ling reached out and gently hooked his little finger, whispering, "I've always been afraid of strangers getting close, and interacting with people makes me feel very strained. Shang Chen, you're different from them. Don't always say things that don't make sense. It makes me very sad. Before all this happened, I really considered you a good friend, but right now my mind is a mess."

"It's not that I don't want to give you an answer, I just haven't figured it out yet. Can you give me a little more time?"

"good."

The two of them kept their little fingers intertwined.

It wasn't until Wen Zan urged her at the door that she blushed and broke free.

Wen He thought the matter was over.

Once in the car, they chatted for a long time, but Wen Ling didn't participate. Only then did he realize that Wen Ling seemed genuinely angry.

"sister?"

Wen Ling gave a muffled "hmm".

He leaned closer and said, "You're really angry with me because of him?"

Wen Ling looked at him, her nose stinging with tears: "You broke his lip."

Wen He felt a pang of sadness and snorted, "Then I'll go back tonight and have him call me back, okay?"

Wen Ling glared at him, turned her head away, and refused to speak to him.

Like an elementary school student, Wen He turned his head to look at the other window and kept quiet.

Chen Yao was amused by the two clowns: "Hey, honey, I think we should postpone having a second child. We already have so many kids who never grow up, it's enough to keep us from having a second one."

Wen Zan nodded in agreement: "I think it's okay."

Wen He snorted, as if he had only just realized Wen Zan's cunning scheme: "Big brother, do you think you're not naive? You could have handled this yourself, but you had to tell me. You just wanted me to take action so that my sister wouldn't be angry with you."

Wen Zan smiled without saying a word, while Chen Yao mocked mercilessly, "Xiao He, isn't it too late for you to realize this now?"

"You're all ganging up on me."

Wen Ling was about to soften her heart and make amends, but then she heard him say, "I'm going to ask my girlfriend for comfort."

"..."

…

When I was finally able to walk normally.

Wen Ling returned to school and went to class with her roommates. Before she even reached the classroom, she could sense that there were several suspicious girls lurking at the classroom door.

They pushed each other.

"You go in first."

"Go in, I'll go in if you go in."

"Hurry up, stop dawdling. Do you still want to see the handsome guys? If the teacher comes, none of you should come in."

These words emboldened the group.

He rushed inside and found an empty seat.

Yang Lan was still wondering, "How come I didn't know there was such a handsome guy in our class?"

Zhong Yuting was about to politely say that everyone has different aesthetic tastes when she suddenly caught sight of a man sitting by the window in the second-to-last row, resting his head on his hand and idly twirling a pen.

She immediately whispered a few times, her face beaming with excitement: "Isn't that Shang Chen?"

"ah?"

Wen Ling looked up in shock.

The man seemed to sense something, and at that moment he raised his eyes. When he saw her, his originally gray eyes seemed to be instantly filled with light, dark and bright.

He raised his hand, which was twirling the pen, and waved it at her.

After not seeing him for several days, the emptiness in her heart was finally relieved. She took small steps over, first checking the wound on the corner of his mouth, which was almost invisible, before suppressing her excitement and asking, "Why are you here?"

Shang Chen raised an eyebrow: "Come and chase after someone, huh?"