Chapter Sixty-Three: A quick calculation reveals what you're thinking now...
Wen Jing and Song Nian'an sat at the main table with the elders of the Wen family.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, making Song Nian'an very uncomfortable.
The conversations among the elders were nothing more than subtle hints that Wen Jing had no heir and that the Wen family still needed Wen Siyan.
Song Nian'an lowered her head and stole glances at Wen Liansheng. Fortunately, the old man just listened without offering any opinions or showing any subtle changes in his expression.
Throughout the entire process, no one showed any concern for Grandma.
Wen Siyan led Shen Zhuangyue to the main table to offer toasts, starting with Wen Liansheng.
When it came to Wen Jing and Song Nian'an, there were four pairs of eyes and four different expressions.
Wen Siyan was always polite in front of his elders. He raised his glass and smiled, "Uncle, Aunt, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my engagement banquet."
Shen Zhuangyue displayed some of her acting skills, deliberately showing off the egg-sized diamond ring on her hand and putting on a professional smile, "Uncle, Aunt, please take care of me in the future."
The glasses clinked, and they drank it down in one gulp.
Wen Siyan had his arm around Shen Zhuangyue's waist, but he never looked at her directly.
Having just drunk some alcohol, Song Nian'an's face was flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, which captivated Wen Siyan.
His clear eyes, slender wrists, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank—all exuding a youthful innocence and naivety—were incredibly captivating.
That was someone Wen Siyan could once reach, but now he turned around and pounced on Wen Jing.
He couldn't describe the emotions in his heart at this moment. He hated his current life and despised the woman next to him who only used vanity and material things to package herself. But at this moment, he had no choice but to endure it in this way.
Only darkness can tolerate the existence of secrets.
Only by resorting to any means necessary can one break free of their shackles as quickly as possible and take a desperate gamble.
Therefore, all the sacrifices now are worthwhile, as long as the heir and Song Nian'an belong to him in the end, that's enough.
Thinking of this, Wen Siyan stopped smiling, and his eyes became even sharper.
Song Nian'an subconsciously turned her head away, feeling pressured by the gaze.
I want to leave, I want to go home...
At this moment, Song Nian'an felt Wen Jing's embrace tighten a little, and he called out "Wife" in a deep voice.
That one word, "wife," gave him a great sense of security.
Wen Jing didn't want to continue the socializing, so he stood up, toasted everyone, and then left the banquet with Song Nian'an under the pretext of business.
Back in the car, the two had drunk a little, and the driver opened the windows a bit to let them breathe in some fresh air.
Wen Jing rested his chin gently on the top of Song Nian'an's head in the back seat, a gesture that conveyed a powerful sense of dependence, as if he were protecting his own precious treasure.
"It's alright, I'll protect you. He can't do anything to you, because you're mine now. In this life and the next, you'll always be my wife."
Song Nian'an's eyes stung, but she still smiled and said, "Wasn't it in our past life?"
Wen Jing shook his head. "If we calculate based on age and birth, I might have been your junior in your past life when you were still alive. Otherwise, I wouldn't be ten years older than you in this life."
"You're talking like it's the truth. Can you even tell fortunes and know how long you lived in your past life?" Song Nian'an found him strange, making himself seem like a charlatan. "If you're all-knowing, do you even know what I'm thinking right now?"
Wen Jing hesitated for a moment, then said, "I've done some calculations, and you want to sleep with me right now."
Song Nian'an said almost without hesitation, "You guessed right."
The driver coughed lightly, wanting to remind his boss not to leave him in a precarious situation!
Wen Jing pulled an Airport phone out of his pocket and tossed it to the driver. "Put it on, listen to music, turn the volume up all the way."
driver:.....
One by one, the streetlights were lit, their dim light and fine rain pattering against the windows, creating a hazy halo.
A young couple outside said with a smile,
Man: "Look, why buy such an expensive car? The performance is still bad. It's not even stable on flat roads, and it's bound to cause an accident on the highway."
Woman: "Maybe it's just a minor car problem. It's a Maybach, after all, which is better than your little Toyota!"
Man: "Don't look down on Toyota, it's great value for money! Finding a car is like finding a man, you have to look at practicality, you know?"
Woman: "Hiss, but this car is strange. What kind of problem could cause it to be so slow and vibrate so much..."
Inside the car, Song Nian'an was exhausted from all the commotion. She bit Wen Jing's shoulder, begging for mercy, "...Don't move!"
The driver overheard this at an inopportune moment, thinking he was being told to stop the car, so he braked and replied, "Yes, madam."
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Sudden braking?
Wen Jing frowned. "Didn't I tell you to listen to music?"
The driver replied, "A song just ended... there was a long pause..."
...
After safely delivering the boss home, the driver got out of the car and smoked a pack of cigarettes to recover.
He searched for 24-hour car washes on his phone.
As soon as Wen Jing and Song Nian'an opened the door, the kitten raised its paw and scratched Song Nian'an's trouser leg, seemingly preparing to stand up and cling to him.
Song Nian'an understood Zhihua's feline behavior as a desire for a hug.
Wen Jing sighed, turned on the light, and sat down on the sofa.
Song Nian'an took off his shoes and, barefoot, prepared to pick up Zhihua.
But who knew that this cat was so cunning, it burrowed right into Wen Jing's arms.
"When did we become so close?" Song Nian'an turned around and picked up a cat toy, trying to coax Zhihua over, but Zhihua simply curled up into a ball and huddled on Wen Jing's lap!
[This is my designated spot! You cat demon! Get down here!]
Song Nian'an bent down, intending to take Zhihua out of Wen Jing's arms.
Wen Jing, sensing Song Nian'an's jealousy, looked at him with a mischievous grin.
What goes around comes around, and you too will have your day of being jealous of your cat.
He may have underestimated how obese the cat was, because he couldn't pick it up and was instead pulled back by Wen Jing, causing the two of them to sink into the sofa.
When Song Nian'an's weight pressed down on it, the kitten flew away with a whoosh, escaping this place of trouble.
Song Nian'an forced an awkward but polite smile, "Don't let his weight fool you, he's quite quick and efficient..."
Wen Jing tightened his embrace.
Song Nian'an opened her mouth, her heart pounding in her chest, but the intimate contact pulled her mind back to the exciting scene in the car.
His face turned red.
Wen Jing asked playfully, "Is your wife blushing because you want to get in, or are you reminiscing about my amazing performance in the car just now?"
[To hear such blunt and slightly vulgar words come out of President Wen's mouth, it's kind of sexy...]
"No, no, never mind, I'm going to take a shower." Song Nian'an found her slippers, put them on, and went upstairs.
Song Nian'an was particularly sleepy today. In his hazy state of mind, he vaguely remembered Wen Jing kissing and hugging him without restraint.
Despite this, Wen Jing still got up and went for a morning run the next day.
Song Nian'an is almost paralyzed on one side.
What a hypocrite!
Years later, Song Nian'an casually asked Wen Jing,
What belief allows you to stick to your daily morning run?
"In the early morning, the earth absorbs the yang energy from all things. When you run, the oxygen you inhale can better mobilize the body's cells, thus absorbing the essence of the earth. In short, it replenishes yang."
"....."
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