"Then I'll put it back in, you guys continue chatting."

The moment she reached for his chopsticks, Wen Zhaoye casually picked one up, popped it into his mouth, and gazed at her with a slight smile, saying:

“Being a picky eater is not a good habit, but thankfully you corrected it for me. Now I love to eat everything.”

Wen Jiaojiao didn't look at him, but a slight smile appeared on her lips: When this person isn't talking nonsense, he seems quite likable.

The next second, her slender hand, resting on her lap, felt a familiar, warm, enveloping touch.

As the people around continued their conversation, Wen Jiaojiao lowered her eyes and glanced at them discreetly; it was Wen Zhaoye's hand that was gripping hers.

Wen Zhaoye noticed her gaze, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and continued chatting with the people around him, but the large hand that was holding her slender hand tightened a little.

Wen Jiaojiao glanced sideways at Wen Zhaoye and the people around him chatting animatedly.

Little did they know that this scene between the two would evoke a myriad of emotions in the eyes of another person.

Song Yan picked up the bottle of white wine on the table, downed it in one gulp, and her beautiful eyes unconsciously reddened.

Why?

He wasn't like this before.

After several rounds of drinks, Zhou Jinyan, his handsome face flushed, looked at Wen Zhaoye and sighed:

"Time flies. When we first met, we were just kids. Now we're all grown up, and you're getting married soon."

Wen Zhaoye chuckled softly. He picked up a piece of pork rib, removed the layer of fat, and placed it in Wen Jiaojiao's bowl with utmost ease, without delaying his reply:

"You could try finding someone too. It's really boring to always be alone."

Wen Jiaojiao lowered her long eyelashes and looked at the ribs in the bowl. She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.

Everything around her seemed to be filtered, all noise disappeared, and after a long pause, she sighed softly:

It seems that no matter what choices we make in the future, even the slightest deviation will lead to chaos.

Wen Zhaoye had achieved some success in his career, had his best brother by his side, and his beloved was with him for the future. Thinking of these things, he was in a very good mood and drank quite a bit.