Chapter 57 Did Xiao Song eat too much hot pot and chili peppers? Is he getting a sore throat?
A strange sense of unease.
"Isn't Huainan Road where you want to go?" the driver asked. "Then we'll take a detour and stop up ahead. You can decide for yourselves whether to walk there or change your destination."
Song Nian'an froze instantly, then frantically called Wen Jing with her phone.
The sight of Wen Siyan here on a snowy day, and the avalanche mentioned in the book—connecting these keywords, he couldn't help but wonder...
Did the avalanche turn into a car accident?
Beep beep beep... I made several calls, but the line was always busy.
Song Nian'an's lips twitched, and her mood immediately plummeted.
Xiao Wu noticed that something was wrong with Song Nian'an. "Don't worry, her phone might be out of battery."
Meanwhile, Wen Jing was listening to his assistant's report in the conference room.
"Mr. Wen, those reporters' accounts have recently received multiple unexplained incomes, and the amounts are substantial."
"Here are the documents, please take a look."
As he spoke, he handed the documents in his hand to Wen Jing.
"Ziyang Garden, Building B, Room 401".
Heh, that's interesting.
Wen Jing's lips curled into a cold smile as he tossed the file aside. "Has this place been investigated?"
The assistant adjusted his glasses, his expression calm. "I've checked. There's only one single woman living there, around forty years old."
Then, as if remembering something, she added, "But five years ago, she worked as a nanny for the Wen family, taking care of the young master's daily life. Later, she was fired for some unknown reason."
Wen Jing paused, "Where is Wen Siyan now?"
The assistant was taken aback. "I didn't know that, but I heard that he recently attended an academic seminar and is also going on a business trip to discuss project issues."
Wen Siyan's position has been suspended, so there shouldn't be any projects that require him to travel for work.
For some reason, Wen Jing suddenly thought of a project he was about to put out to tender.
Wen Jing pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, you can go now. If you find any other clues, notify me immediately."
"yes."
He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then turned his head and suddenly saw fourteen missed calls on his phone—his beloved wife.
He dialed the number immediately, and it was answered almost instantly.
"How are you? Where are you now? Are you alright?"
A series of questions made Wen Jing chuckle, but he didn't dare laugh because he heard soft sobbing on the other end of the phone.
His expression tensed. "I haven't even left the company yet. Something came up and I was held up. What happened?"
Upon hearing this, Song Nian'an breathed a long sigh of relief.
He then told Wen Jing everything in detail.
After hearing this, Wen Jing felt a warmth in her heart. "Don't worry, your husband won't get into trouble so easily."
The sound traveled through the microphone to Song Nian'an's ears... and also to Xiao Wu's ears.
Xiao Wu touched her nose and pretended not to hear.
Song Nian'an blushed and said, "See you at the restaurant later."
After speaking quickly, he hung up abruptly.
I covered my phone, my heart pounding.
The avalanche did not turn into a car accident.
But the ending in the original book still hangs like a sharp blade over our heads.
After the call ended, the driver laughed and asked, "Were you on the phone with your girlfriend? I didn't expect young people these days to be so caring."
Song Nian'an remained silent.
After getting off the bus, he saw that Wen Jing was already waiting for him at the door.
She rushed over and threw herself into Wen Jing's arms, as if only his real warmth could dispel her worries.
Xiao Wu, feeling incredibly envious, said, "Tsk tsk tsk, boss, let's go inside first."
Wen Jing found a private room in a hot pot restaurant.
Xiaoya and Xiaowu sat to one side, heads down, drinking their beverages. They didn't dare to look up and stare directly at their boss as they talked about love, and they were almost getting cervical spondylosis from it.
They made an excuse, saying they couldn't eat spicy food and wanted to go for a walk nearby, and left the hot pot restaurant that reeked of the sweet and sour smell of romance.
When the waiter came in to serve the food, he kept looking at them with strange eyes.
Having seen a lot in modern society, it's hard to discern the relationship between this boss and the student based on their physique and demeanor.
Curiosity aside, the waiter still greeted us with a friendly smile, brought over the hot pot base, and asked, "Which side do you put the tomato broth on, and which side do you put the spicy broth on?"
Wen Jing said, "The tomato broth is facing me, thank you." Then she nodded politely to the waiter.
The waiter was caught off guard by Wen Jing's sudden gentleness. His cheeks flushed from the steam, and he couldn't help but linger on the god-like man for a few more seconds. In just a moment, his eyes met Song Nian'an's.
That look gave him goosebumps; it was like a cat whose owner had been stolen asserting its dominance.
[What are you looking at? It's not your property! There's someone sitting next to him, understand?! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!]
The waiter quickly bent down and added vegetables to the pot.
When Wen Jing heard his usually gentle darling suddenly say something like gouging out eyes, he was so shocked that he dropped his water glass and spilled it all over his pants.
The waiter quickly brought a towel to help wipe it off.
Song Nian'an's icy gaze and imposing aura once again swept over the waiter. "Give it to me."
Where else do you think you're going to touch? Your hand will be chopped off!
Wen Jing coughed twice and said casually, "Give it to my wife, he can handle it."
Song Nian'an adopted the air of an empress, holding the towel as if she had obtained the imperial seal, and waved her hand: "You can go down now."
Waiter: My eyes feel a little sore, and my hands feel a bit weak...
Wen Jing chuckled softly: "Are you jealous?"
Song Nian'an shook her head, feigning composure: "No!"
[I'm so jealous! From now on, I'll lock you up at home and make sure you have a sign hanging outside saying "Married!"]
I almost burst out laughing. Is he going to keep me as a male concubine? How can his baby be so cute?
Cheng Letian has a special ability to always interrupt the romantic atmosphere of their time together, without making a fuss.
"Hey, Anzai. It's snowing and there are students everywhere here. My professor and I still haven't found a place to eat. Where have you been? Let's order takeout together when you get back!"
"My husband and I are having dinner."
"Mr. Wen, you can have this."
Cheng Letian's voice filled the entire receiver, so loudly that Wen Jing could hear it even through the phone.
He leaned his face close to the phone receiver, almost touching Song Nian'an's lips.
“You brought the professor here for dinner, and we got a private room. I’ll have Xiaoya greet you at the door.”
"Okay, thanks, Boss Wen!"
Song Nian'an was clearly unhappy. Wen Jing picked up a piece of meat and fed it to him, saying, "You need to maintain a good relationship between professors and students. It's just a meal together. Just think of it as if you're on a business trip. This is all interpersonal communication that you'll need to learn in the future."
"Okay, let's eat together." Song Nian'an said, looking aggrieved. "But how am I supposed to introduce you to the professor?"
"That depends on what Madam says."
When Xiaoya met Cheng Letian at the door, she felt he was like a silly dog.
Sisi drooled, her eyes widening as she saw the meat hanging by the door.
The store entrance was already crowded with customers, and the queue number had been called up to 100 or more.
The senior student asked, "It must be hard to book a private room here. Song really had foresight and booked a table in advance."
When Xiaoya led them in through the door, Song Nian'an was sitting upright with her lips swollen.
Professor Huang asked, "Did Xiao Song eat too much spicy hot pot and get a sore throat?"
Song Nian'an nodded shyly.
Xiaoya and Xiaowu pounded their fists on their legs with loud thuds.
Cheng Letian looked at Xiaoya and asked, "Does your leg hurt? I'll take you for a massage later!"
Xiaoya:......
Song Nian'an stood up, gave the seat facing the door to Professor Huang, and sat on the other side of Wen Jing.
He picked up a teacup and filled it for the professor, introducing him as he said, "Professor, this is my... boss, Wen Jing."
Wen Jing understood that Song Nian'an didn't want to go public, and he would accept whatever she said without any resentment.
I was just about to pick up my teacup and clink it against the professor's.
"He's also my...husband."
Everyone present was taken aback.
The girls who shipped the couple clutched their pants legs tightly, Cheng Letian's jaw dropped in shock, the senior students blinked like squirrels, and Wen Jing looked at Song Nian'an in disbelief.
Professor Huang was the calmest; he blew on his teacup and took a sip.
"The tea is good, quite nice."
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