[Charismatic Protagonist + All Male Leads are Pure + Ambiguous Flirting + Rational Young Lady]
The female lead won't be abused; she doesn't like to compete but has her own methods.
Chapter 80 What This and That
Wennian?
Jiang Tingwan frowned slightly and walked towards the man in riding boots.
She stopped two steps away from Wen Nian and looked at him calmly.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm working here, sister."
Wen Nian gave her a well-behaved smile and handed her the iced lemonade.
He was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt today, which made him look even more youthful.
He hadn't originally planned to come over, but seeing the man's restless hands, he couldn't help but come over, and as a result, Song Zhi rescued her.
"Working here?"
Jiang Tingwan took the cup and her fingertips touched the condensed water droplets on the wall of the cup.
She took a sip thoughtfully, the sweet and sour lemon aroma spreading on her tongue.
Wen Nian changed the subject without leaving a trace:
"Sister, I just saw you riding a horse, it's amazing."
His gaze passed over Jiang Tingwan's shoulder and briefly met Song Zhi who was standing not far away.
The two men's eyes met in the air, and undercurrents surged.
Jiang Tingwan noticed something strange and turned back following Wen Nian's gaze, just in time to see Song Zhi turning and leaving.
"Sister, who is he?"
Wen Nian withdrew his gaze and asked casually.
Jiang Tingwan took another sip of lemonade and said, "Client."
"You are amazing, sister. You can tell at first glance that he is very rich."
Wen Nian suddenly smiled, his eyes curved into crescent shapes.
He swiftly supported himself on the fence with one hand and flipped over, his movements as light as a leopard.
The hood of his sweatshirt swayed slightly when he landed, revealing a few strands of disobedient gray hair.
"Sister, shall we have dinner together tonight?"
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows.
"Aren't you at work?"
"I didn't dare to come to you until I finished my work."
He blinked, and his expression suddenly became aggrieved, like a puppy neglected by its owner.
"Where are we going to eat?"
Jiang Tingwan turned and walked out of the horse farm, talking as she walked.
"Didn't you say you have no money?"
Although she had just experienced the accident with Song Zhi, she felt relieved when she thought about the five projects she had successfully won today, and she agreed to him.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft filter on Jiang Ta's profile.
Wen Nian looked at the corners of her lips that were slightly raised, and was a little dazed for a moment.
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Wen Nian said there was no food at home and insisted on taking Jiang Tingwan to the supermarket.
Normally, she would definitely not be happy about it, but she was in a good mood today and did not refuse.
The two walked into the supermarket one after the other.
Wen Nian pushed the shopping cart while Jiang Tingwan followed nonchalantly beside him, occasionally reaching out to take something and throw it in.
They were so good-looking that they attracted many passers-by's attention along the way.
Jiang Tingwan was thinking about Song Zhi's frustrated look, and also thought about how Zhou Luoyao would laugh when she found out, so she didn't take it seriously.
Wen Nian seemed to enjoy the feeling of being watched, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he would approach her from time to time and ask:
"Sister, do you want to eat this?"
"What can you do?" Jiang Tingwan glanced at the ingredients he threw into the car and asked casually.
Wen Nian sighed:
"I can do everything, sister. My father never cared about me since I was a child, and my mother never came home. I started to do it myself when I was eight years old..."
"Come on." Jiang Tingwan was too lazy to listen to his pity talk and interrupted him directly, "Then I'll just take whatever I want."
Wen Nian choked, watching her throw a few things into the shopping cart, and muttered softly:
"Sister, you picked up all my favorite foods. We two are really..."
Jiang Tingwan didn't even raise her head: "Oh, that's perfect."
When checking out, the cashier was a young girl. While scanning the code, she blushed and whispered to Jiang Tingwan:
"Your boyfriend is so handsome, little puppy."
Behind Jiang Tingwan, Wen Nian immediately pretended to organize shopping bags, pricked up his ears, and waited for her reaction.
"This is my son, what nonsense are you talking about, little girl?"
Jiang Tingwan sneered and continued talking nonsense without changing his expression.
"I'm 40 now and I'm looking for a daughter-in-law."
The cashier was shocked: "Sister, you are so well maintained, aren't you?"
Jiang Tingwan wanted to continue talking nonsense.
When she turned her head, she found Wen Nian pursing his lips and staring at her with resentment, like a bullied puppy.
She paused and stopped making up her story.
When she thought about signing five orders today, and seeing Song Zhi's frustrated look, she felt particularly happy, and even found Wen Nian's aggrieved look interesting.
Wen Nian didn't say a word the whole way until he left the supermarket. Jiang Tingwan then noticed his silence and asked with a smile:
"So stingy? I paid for this, you can't even say a few words?"
Wen Nian suddenly stopped, staring at her intently, with a bit of resentment in his tone:
"Sister, but I don't want to be this..."
Jiang Tingwan subconsciously asked: "Then what do you want to be?"
Wen Nian lowered his head, and spoke in a very low voice, with a hint of grievance:
“I want to be that…”
What this and that, you are crazy...
Jiang Tingwan glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him, and walked forward.
Wen Nian stood there, staring at her back for two seconds before quickly following her.
Back in the car, Jiang Tingwan caught a glimpse of Wen Nian, still carrying the shopping bags in a depressed mood, and felt helpless.
"Why, do you still want me to coax you?"
Wen Nian turned to look at her, his eyes dim: "Sister, you just said I was your son."
"Well, then what?"
“…”
Wen Nian held it in for a long time, and finally uttered, "...I'm angry."