Chapter Two: I Want to Marry You
The biggest reason Song Nian'an persevered in reading this melodramatic novel wasn't the melodramatic love story between the male and female leads, but rather the charming older man who was portrayed in great detail throughout the book!
The male lead's uncle is incredibly handsome, a wealthy, good-looking, and charming business star, and the 31-year-old head of the Wen family, Wen Jing!
Aside from the terrible plot and female lead, the author's writing is still excellent. Although the male lead doesn't appear often, his charm is fully displayed in just a few appearances, making Song Nian'an completely infatuated.
He also collected a lot of fan art from famous artists, and would admire the "old man's" divine looks every night before bed.
Tonight's business banquet is a charity gala hosted by the Wen family, and also a share transfer event for the Wen family. Wen Jing will become the largest shareholder of the Wen family and the true head of the family!
Seeing the real person was like a windfall for Song Nian'an, and he certainly wouldn't give it up. He immediately looked towards the area surrounded by people.
Amidst the bustling crowd, he caught a glimpse of that divine face. Just one glance left Song Nian'an speechless. He had only ever seen it in pictures before. This immense impact, breaking through the boundaries of the two-dimensional world, moved him to tears.
Song Nian'an was standing at the back, craning her neck and looking on, when suddenly a huge force came from behind her!
With such strength, he couldn't stand up straight and stumbled into the crowd, finally crashing headfirst into a solid chest amidst the uproar!
"Young Master Song, are you alright?"
Her waist was steadied, and a sexy, slightly magnetic voice came from above. Along with the voice, she heard the vibration of his chest and the frantic pounding of Song Nian'an's heart.
He froze completely. He knew without a doubt how melodramatic and awkward the scene was, but...
Song Nian'an gently rubbed the firm, taut chest muscles under his palm, and sighed inwardly, "They are indeed very hard."
Good heavens! I wish there were more of these melodramatic farces!
"Young Master Song... you've gained your footing."
The voice above her head paused slightly and sounded questioning. Song Nian'an calmed herself down, pretended to be perfectly normal as she got up, but looked closely at Wen Jing's face, which resembled the goddess Nuwa's.
Song Nian'an felt a little short of breath. "Sorry, I lost my balance and bumped into you. I'm really sorry."
He spoke with his head down, and only a small tip of his nose and thick, trembling eyelashes could be seen. There were also wine stains on his clothes, which made him look somewhat aloof. The lively and witty demeanor he had just displayed, who was now arguing with others, was completely gone.
The moment Wen Jing saw him, he heard the man's inner monologue. These four words caused a noticeable crack in his expression, but when he glanced at the man's reddened earlobes, his deep-set eyes smiled, and he returned to normal.
"It's alright, I've had someone prepare a change of clothes, Young Master Song can go and get ready first."
Without giving Song Nian'an a chance to refuse, he called someone to take him upstairs.
Song Nian'an was so excited that her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, and she was deeply moved.
Look how thoughtful my husband is! He's truly the best in the world!
Without thinking, she reluctantly followed him upstairs, turning back every few steps.
As the person went upstairs, a strange light flashed in Wen Jing's bright eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and he continued to answer the questions from the reporters present.
Of course, Wen Jing's impeccable gentleness and thoughtfulness will undoubtedly become a topic of conversation for many.
Upstairs, after changing his clothes, Song Nian'an sat obediently on the sofa. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that the group of bodyguards at the door wouldn't let him leave, saying they had to wait for his boss to return.
Song Nian'an immediately understood who the young master he was talking about was. Although she felt a little strange, she was still looking forward to seeing her "husband" again.
Perhaps it was her mood, but Song Nian'an exuded a sunny and cheerful aura. Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and she looked like a jubilant little deer that made you want to rub her cheeks.
This was the scene that Wen Jing saw when he entered the room. He walked over, loosened his suit and tie, and said to Song Nian'an, "This suit suits you very well."
Song Nian'an was captivated by his gesture of loosening his tie when she heard this. She paused for a moment, then calmly said in a low voice, "Thank you. You're the star of the day, and you look so handsome too."
After saying that, he regretted it. Oh no, he couldn't control himself.
Inner monologue: [My husband is so considerate and handsome! He praised me, so it's only right that I praise him back.]
If Song Nian'an were given a pair of wings right now, he would definitely be so beautiful that he could fly off the Earth.
Wen Jing paused almost imperceptibly as he loosened his tie, then poured two glasses of wine with a playful expression, handing one to Song Nian'an. "I'm very sorry for the poor hospitality at my banquet that led to this incident. I apologize to you."
Looking at the large, well-defined hand holding the cup, Song Nian'an felt a little distracted, but pretended to be calm as she accepted it.
Just as Song Nian'an touched the cup, Wen Jing suddenly let go, and the entire cup of wine spilled onto Song Nian'an's newly changed clothes, the glass landing on the silk carpet with a dull thud.
Song Nian'an froze for a moment, his dark eyes staring blankly at Wen Jing. He seemed to have seen "husband" let go of him a second before he took the item. What happened...?
"Oh, sorry, I accidentally let go and got your clothes wet again. What a pity." Wen Jing's tone sounded regretful, but his face held a playful smile.
He reached out and pulled out a few tissues, carefully wiping Song Nian'an's wet clothes. He seemed to get closer and closer, until their breaths were almost mingling.
Wen Jing was much taller than Song Nian'an, thus casting Song Nian'an entirely in his shadow.
Song Nian'an was completely frozen, her mind blank. But looking at the exquisitely beautiful face so close to her, she instinctively thought: Ah, my husband, my handsome and charming old man.
"Pfft."
Wen Jing couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Coupled with his raised eyebrows and youthful exuberance, he didn't look like a 31-year-old "old man" at all.
But his pupils were dark and deep, as if they could suck people in.
That smile was so beautiful that Song Nian'an was both stunned and puzzled.
Because of the close proximity, Wen Jing could see the fine, soft downy hairs on his face. Seeing his dazed expression, she suddenly wanted to tease him and asked softly, "Am I handsome? You like me?"
Warm breath brushed against Song Nian'an's face, and he nodded as if bewitched.
Wen Jing was satisfied and continued, "Then how about staying by my side... and playing some role-playing games with me?"
"Ah...ah?" Song Nian'an's pupils contracted, her head almost nodding instinctively before she stopped herself in time, her face flushed, and she asked in a daze and trembling voice, "Doctor, nurse, or...bunny girl?"
Amidst the shock, Wen Jing took a sip of his drink and was quite satisfied with his reaction. He was indeed someone who easily showed his emotions. Deciding not to tease him any longer, he added:
"A wedding dress, is that alright?"
What I mean is, I want to marry you.
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