Chapter 6 Questioning: "Judging from Miss Qiao's expression, she seems to have figured it out..."

Ever since Qiao Yunzheng left the law firm, Wen Hong has had a cold face every day.

Even the cleaning lady at the law firm knows that the boss has been in a bad mood lately, so it's best not to mess with him.

That evening, because the company had won a very successful lawsuit, they had a dinner party at a nearby restaurant.

When Wen Hong, the boss, appeared, the originally lively scene suddenly turned cold.

He said nothing, just sat quietly in the corner, exuding a dangerous aura that kept strangers at bay.

His good friend Song Nanchen shared the same plight. Song Nanchen had a falling out with his "white moonlight" (a term of endearment for someone who is unrequited love), and this usually calm and reserved man became so unrestrained for the first time that he got completely drunk.

After the party ended and colleagues left one by one, only Wen Hong and Song Nanchen remained in the private room.

Wen Hong lit a cigarette, stared at Song Nanchen for a long time, and then sneered, "Worthless."

He put the cigarette in his mouth, expertly pulled out Song Nanchen's phone from his pocket, easily unlocked it, found the girl's number, and decisively dialed it:

"Hello, Miss Shen, I am Wen Hong."

The woman's voice on the other end was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up: "Who are you?"

"I am Junyu's boss. We met at the party earlier."

Wen Hong easily hoisted Song Nanchen onto her shoulder and walked towards the parking lot.

The girl was clearly unhappy to receive his call: "What's up?"

Wen Hong took a few puffs of his cigarette and said casually, "Ah, it's nothing. It's just that Song Nanchen drank too much and has nowhere to stay, so I'm asking you to come and take him away."

The girl was amused and annoyed: "What does it matter to me how much he drinks? Besides, don't you have rooms in your office?"

Wen Hong opened his eyes wide and started to lie: "I'm going to stay in that room for a few days." Facing the girl's barrage of questions, Wen Hong remained calm and composed. "Cleanliness obsession? I don't have that. It's just that I'm very stingy... That's right, the richer people are, the stingier they are... What? You don't care? It's okay. If you don't come to pick him up, I'll just leave him at the entrance of your community."

After decisively hanging up the phone, Wen Hong did exactly as he said, stuffing Song Nanchen into the back seat of the car, dropping her off on the side of the road at the entrance of the girls' residential area, and then driving away.

He parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine.

The phone on the center console remained silent, as if it were broken.

Wen Hong grew increasingly agitated. She picked up her phone, opened the chat window, and found the message she had sent during the day still lying there alone, without any response.

"Miss Qiao, what's your decision?"

“Fine, Qiao Yunzheng,” Wen Hong said, his hands gripping the steering wheel, veins bulging. “You’re really something.”

He glanced at the time on his phone screen; it was already 10 p.m.

Finally, a figure emerged from the residential area.

The girl looked around and finally saw Song Nanchen, who had been "thrown" unconscious by Wen Hong by the roadside.

Wen Hong watched all of this quietly from inside the car; he could even read the girl's lip movements.

It was mostly a merciless curse against him, this heartless capitalist.

Wen Hong only started the car after the two figures, one tall and one short, entered the residential area.

There are less than two hours left until the end of the day.

There were no updates on Qiao Yunzheng's WeChat Moments. It's unclear whether she had blocked him or if it was simply not her birthday.

As the car passed a dessert shop, Wen Hong stepped on the brakes. After the car had slowly passed the intersection a short distance, she nodded and turned back.

He walked into the dessert shop and, with the enthusiastic recommendations of the staff, chose a six-inch birthday cake.

The wait wasn't long. During that time, a staff member came out and asked, "Is there anything you specifically want written?"

Wen Hong's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say it.

"No need, you can eat it yourself."

When the shop assistant heard this, they looked at him with a hint of sympathy.

After the cake was finished, the words "Happy birthday" were still written in the center.

Wen Hong's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

The shop assistant handed him the packaged cake, then looked up at him, and even packed an extra dessert for him: "Sir, happy birthday!"

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, his deep eyes seemed to melt away like ice.

He smiled at the shop assistant and said, "Thank you for her."

The car drove all the way back to the residential area, but there was still no reply from Qiao Yunzheng.

Wen Hong put the cake in the refrigerator, sat back on the sofa, and sent two more messages to Qiao Yunzheng.

If Qiao Yunzheng hadn't added him on WeChat in front of him, Wen Hong would have even doubted whether the person on the other end of the account was actually Qiao Yunzheng.

This feeling of irritability persisted until the evening of the following day.

Song Nanchen skipped work for a whole day, a rare occurrence in a millennium. When he pushed open the office door, Wen Hong was slamming his phone onto the table.

"Go find whoever provoked you. What's with taking your anger out on your phone?"

Song Nanchen knew, of course, the reason for his unusual behavior, but he still insisted on making fun of him.

Wen Hong glanced at her disdainfully: "Stop talking nonsense! Have you forgotten how you looked yesterday when you were drunk and searching the world for your white moonlight?"

Compared to yesterday, Song Nanchen looked much better, but she still pretended to be angry and asked him, "How could you be so heartless as to leave me on the street so late at night? Capitalists really are all black-hearted."

Wen Hong showed no guilt whatsoever, glancing at him sideways: "So you froze to death?"

Song Nanchen, who always spoke slowly and deliberately, cleared his throat and seemed to be in a good mood: "Old Wen, things are different now. We're not on the same track anymore."

Wen Hong heard about it early in the morning. The usually serious Song Nanchen had acted out of character last night, not letting his boss down. He had used every trick in the book to sneak into his white moonlight's house at lightning speed. This highly unusual move of his caused a sensation throughout Junyu.

Song Nanchen was somewhat grateful to him. If it weren't for Wen Hong helping him to quickly resolve the mess, he wouldn't know how to get along with his sweetheart. So, to return the favor, he straightened his expression and said, "Old Wen, you are sharp and decisive in other people's affairs, so why can't you see things clearly when it comes to your own?"

Wen Hong naturally understood his good intentions, but still stubbornly retorted, "You're the boss and I'm the boss. Do you need to lecture me?"

Song Nanchen wasn't annoyed. He continued, "Just say what you're thinking. Why be so conflicted?"

Wen Hong rolled her eyes at him: "You know something now?"

Just then, Wen Hong's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID; it was his sister, Wen Miao. Just as he was about to answer, a familiar name popped up at the same time.

Wen Hong decisively hung up on Wen Miao's call and opened WeChat.

He waited two days, and when the call finally came, Wen Hong was inexplicably nervous.

"Hello?"

The moment the call connected, Wen Hong heard some background noise.

When I looked up, I realized it was raining outside.

Did it rain in Kunming too?

Although the person on the other end of the phone didn't speak, Wen Hong seemed to sense her emotions from the silent radio waves.

"Qiao Yunzheng?"

After a long while, Wen Hong finally heard her voice, which was unusually hoarse: "Wen Hong."

"Yes, it's me." Even Wen Hong himself didn't realize that when he spoke, there wasn't a trace of his usual eccentricity and arrogance.

“I know,” Qiao Yunzheng said. “Let’s meet!”

Kuncheng is not far from Shencheng; it's only a 40-minute flight away.

Qiao Yunzheng spent the night in a daze, dreaming of many things from the past: running hand in hand with Wen Hong in the mountain wind, lying on the grass, awkwardly responding to the passionate boy's kiss, her father's gentle smile, and even his trembling hands stroking her face at her bedside...

Countless emotions surged forth, pulling and tearing at her.

Qiao Yunzheng didn't know when she woke up, nor did she know why, as dusk fell again, she found herself standing in front of the Kuncheng Airport terminal.

It started raining in Kunming, and the rain, mixed with the cold wind, seeped straight into her collar.

Wen Hong arrived quickly. When the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her, what came into view was Wen Hong's face, which was colder than the rain.

Qiao Yunzheng felt a little numb from the cold, and her mind was also a bit sluggish.

She came to Shencheng filled with anger and resentment. She should have slapped Wen Hong across the face the moment she saw him and demanded: Why did you threaten her? Why did you help Qiao Zhenhuai against her?

But she was too cold, so cold that she felt sluggish and numb.

Wen Hong jumped out of the car, quickly wrapped a long men's trench coat around her head, and awkwardly shoved her into the passenger seat.

Only when the air conditioner blew in the warm air did Qiao Yunzheng feel a little more alive.

Because of the annoying weather, the airport was completely jammed. Wen Hong slowly drove out of the airport with a cold face. He didn't even look at her, clearly extremely angry.

Qiao Yunzheng noticed his work clothes and realized she had caused him trouble. After thinking it over, she spoke first to break the silence: "I'm sorry, Attorney Wen, I didn't mean to bother you."

Wen Hong snorted coldly, his expression unreadable: "Although it's been a few days, Miss Qiao doesn't need to be in such a hurry to see me. If you catch a cold, I'll suffer an unnecessary disaster."

Wen Hong was always sharp-tongued, and Qiao Yunzheng moved her lips but didn't say anything in rebuttal. After all, it was her sudden idea that had wasted his precious time, and that was a fact.

Just then, Wen Miao called again.

Wen Hong hung up without thinking. She called again, but Wen Hong simply turned off her phone.

The car quickly merged into the traffic and arrived at the entrance of Wen Hong's residential area about half an hour later.

Qiao Yunzheng glanced at the entrance of the residential compound and asked knowingly, "Where are we going?"

Wen Hong raised an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly, "My home."

Feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, Qiao Yunzheng tried her best to make her question sound calm: "Isn't it inappropriate for us to discuss business at your private residence?"

Wen Hong had already driven the car into the underground parking lot.

He leaned closer, and under Qiao Yunzheng's shifty gaze caused by the sudden closeness, he casually unbuckled the passenger seatbelt, saying meaningfully, "Between you and me, haven't we done enough things that aren't quite right?"

Qiao Yunzheng had no choice but to shut up.

Following Wen Hong into the room, Wen Hong casually took a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet and tossed them to her feet before walking in herself.

Qiao Yunzheng stared at the pair of purple slippers, bit her lip, and had no choice but to put them on and follow them inside.

Wen Hong poured Qiao Yunzheng a glass of warm water, then leisurely sat down opposite her and asked, "Judging from Miss Qiao's expression, has she figured it out?"

Qiao Yunzheng clenched her fist, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Wen Hong, yesterday was my birthday."

Wen Hong was surprised by her abrupt remark, but she didn't show it on her face: "Oh, sorry, I forgot. If you mind, I'll make it up to you with a birthday present later?"

Qiao Yunzheng couldn't help but chuckle.

Even she herself didn't realize that the way she sneered was exactly the same as the man opposite her.

"Wen Hong, even though we've broken up, it doesn't seem very ethical for you to threaten me like that on my birthday, does it?"

"Hmm?" Wen Hong was genuinely puzzled this time.

She wondered if her coming to see him in the rain was, in a tiny way, a way of remembering their past relationship.

Wen Hong's heart sank instantly. He stared at her face for a long time. "What did I do?"

"Besides, five years ago, you didn't even ask me a single question, you broke up with me abruptly, dumping me like I was trash, and you think that's morally right?"

A note from the author:

Thank you to the little angels "Corn" and "Sunshine" for the nutrient solution! Love you both! Mua!