Wen Jiaojiao felt extremely uncomfortable under his doting gaze, and she huffed and puffed:

"what?"

Wen Zhaoye's expression remained unchanged as he stated bluntly:

I want to kiss you.

Wen Jiaojiao choked, and struggled to stand up:

"I just kissed that guy at the hospital this morning, don't you think I'm dirty?"

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye pulled her to straddle his lap, wrapping his arm tightly around her:

“I used to think that you were married to Xu Dajun, and I never looked down on you.”

Wen Jiaojiao was unable to break free from the restraints and had no choice but to let it go.

Wen Zhaoye did not kiss her, but buried his handsome face in her neck and remained motionless.

As the sun began to set, Wen Zhaoye clung to her for a long time, reluctant to let go.

Wen Jiaojiao pushed him and said:

"I have to go to the film set after I finish eating."

Wen Zhaoye pulled her close and lay down on the sofa, saying:

"Let's sleep for a while and talk about it later."

Wen Jiaojiao was forced to lie on top of him, the long arm binding her waist was strong and powerful. She looked up and was about to speak when a large hand clasped the back of her head and gently pressed it against his chest.

His voice was low and hoarse: "I'll let you go after you sleep with me for a while."

Wen Jiaojiao shifted her body slightly, her voice booming:

"I'm still busy."

Wen Zhaoye's voice deepened, as if he were suppressing something:

"If you manage to trigger a reaction, you won't need to go tomorrow."

Wen Jiaojiao froze, then lay on him with an unprecedented level of obedience, but in her heart she repeatedly cursed him with the most exquisite Chinese verses.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's lips:

"That's a good boy/girl."

The next day.

Wen Zhaoye looked at the headline in the newspaper: "The Eldest Daughter of the Jiang Family Shops Lingerie with a Mysterious Man."

This content only includes a solo photo of Wen Jiaojiao; even her back is not shown.

He smiled with satisfaction: "You came out quickly, it was worth the long walk I took yesterday."

But he didn't know that Jiang Peitian had people overseeing all the news about Wen Jiaojiao, and that Li Zhu had specifically replaced the photos of the two of them together.

Wen Jiaojiao was filming until the early hours of the morning and hadn't gotten up yet. Wen Zhaoye opened her door, lay down next to her, and didn't disturb her.

After a long while, Wen Jiaojiao slowly opened her eyes and saw Wen Zhaoye staring at her with a light smile in his eyes. She subconsciously raised her hand and pushed his face away.

What are you doing so early in the morning?

Wen Zhaoye proudly handed the newspaper to her and said:

“Look, Jiao Mei, we’re in the newspaper.”

Wen Jiaojiao knew what it was without even looking. After being so high-profile yesterday, it was impossible for her not to be photographed. Looking at the photos that only showed her alone, she murmured:

"That's strange. Logically, it should be a group photo, so why isn't your face in the picture?"

Wen Zhaoye: "Who knows? I guess it's because the hospital specifically instructed us not to reveal your rumored boyfriend."

Wen Jiaojiao didn't think much of it. She put down the newspaper, went to the dressing room to change her clothes, and said:

"I need to go to the hospital later."

Wen Zhaoye joked:

"Tsk, my wife has started reporting her schedule to me."

Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. After finishing her breakfast, she went to the hospital carrying her black nightgown.

"Here you go. We're not that close yet, and I hope you can be mindful of boundaries."

All the gifts from the past few days are placed here. The roses have withered, so I converted them into cash and put them inside.

Wen Zhaoye looked at the bag she had placed on the bed. A cigarette dangled from his lips, his handsome face exuding a roguish sexiness. Without a word, he took out another gift and tucked it into her hair, writing:

"Don't feel guilty. If you're unhappy because of the gift I gave you, how about I give you a few days off?"

"No need. But I want to go back first today." After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao groped her way to the door without waiting for his reply.

Wen Zhaoye didn't stop her. After she walked out the door, he had A Long take the things back again.

Three burly men were squatting by the roadside, smoking. One of them said:

"That Miss Jiang, Ah Long is always following her around. Can we handle her?"

Another person said:

“We can use deception. As long as the two of us are separated, we can find an opportunity.”

Just then, Wen Jiaojiao walked out of the hospital first, followed by A Long carrying some things.

Just as she was about to get into the car, a motorcycle sped past, followed by a tightening sensation around her waist.

The man on the back of the motorcycle lifted her up in mid-air.

Wen Jiaojiao's pupils trembled slightly, her eyes filled with tears, and she struggled frantically, saying:

"Help, Ah Long!"

Ah Long's heart tightened, and he chased after him with all his might, shouting with eyes like a hawk:

"Stop right there."

The motorcycle was extremely fast, weaving through the streets and alleys, and quickly disappeared from sight.

The three people on the roadside were dumbfounded.

"Boss, someone's stealing our job."

"And their equipment is far superior to ours."

"Idiot, hurry up and retreat, go back and report."

The three of them slunk away.

Ah Long chased after him to the corner, but couldn't see him anymore. He pulled out his phone, panting heavily.

"Miss...Miss has been kidnapped by a group of people."

Wen Zhaoye paused as he stepped out of the hospital. His large hand unconsciously tightened around the phone, and he said nervously:

"Do you know which group they are? Do they want money or something else?"

Ah Long: "I don't know yet, but I can call the boss and ask him to send someone to check."

"No need, I'll contact him myself." Wen Zhaoye hung up the phone and, while driving, anxiously called Jiang Peitian with his other hand.

Jiang Peitian was in a meeting when he heard the phone ring. He frowned slightly, glanced at the phone, and when he saw it was Wen Zhaoye calling, his expression visibly brightened. He casually said:

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