Chapter Sixty-Two: Is it my legs that are more comfortable, or the sofa?
After Wen Jing brought Song Nian'an back to the company, they disappeared without a trace.
Song Nian'an was diligently designing a guesthouse in his office. This seminar was quite fruitful for him, as he gained more exposure to the design models and ideas of leading designers and researchers in the industry than the theoretical knowledge he learned at school.
After working for about two hours, Song Nian'an started to feel sleepy.
He groggily turned off the computer, his eyelids barely open, and lay down on the sofa for a nap.
When I woke up again, my WeChat was full of messages from Cheng Letian.
Come on, let's play a game!
"Let's relax for a bit, then I'll show you how tough I really am!"
"I've reached the King rank! I look so cool!"
"Oh right, what about that girl from last time? She invited us to come play together."
Song Nian'an sent a panda rolling its eyes emoji and replied, "You're not looking to play with me, you're looking to play with Sister Xiaowu."
He glanced at the clock and realized it would probably be a while before Wen Jing finished his work, so he sent a WeChat message to Xiao Wu, asking her to come to the office with him.
Three people are playing together.
As expected, Song Nian'an was the MVP on the losing side in every single game.
From the initial chatter and mutual instructions on drafting and banning, to the final silence that lasted the entire game.
Cheng Letian explained, "Sister Xiaowu, you see, my hands are just too sweaty, so my phone isn't working properly."
At that moment, Xiao Wu remembered Song Nian'an's words on the plane...
Reluctantly, for the sake of the team's harmonious development, Song Nian'an ordered two companions to play games on the app.
"Hello boss, I'm Shi Chao, the Chinese server's top-ranked player specializing in armor."
"Hello boss, this is Lan from the Chinese server, my name is Bai Sheng."
Before the game started, Song Nian'an emphasized again, "Our mage, ID 'Optimist,' is really terrible. Everyone in the same game just now was criticizing him so badly his voice cracked, saying he was still picking mushrooms in the jungle even after his base was destroyed..."
The companion didn't laugh out loud, but the laughter in her breath could still be heard through the microphone.
Cheng Letian yelled, "Don't I have any dignity?!"
Brother Lan said, "It's alright, follow me, I'll show you the map first."
And so, they adjusted their positions.
Shi Chao went to play the marksman role, and Xiao Wu followed along, playing support.
Bai Sheng plays jungle, while Cheng Letian plays mage and roams alongside him.
Song Nian'an played solo top lane, left to fend for himself. He found this arrangement perfectly reasonable and spent the afternoon in high spirits.
Although Cheng Letian is really bad at the game, with a record of almost 0-10-? in every match, it doesn't affect his ability to carry others to victory.
Moreover, the companion's conversation is incredibly funny; every word she utters can make everyone laugh. You know, someone even funnier than Cheng Letian truly has some talent.
A moment later, Bai Sheng asked, "Boss, are you single?"
All three were speechless.
My silly friend was the first to step in and smooth things over: "He's not single, I'm single!"
Bai Sheng replied, "What a coincidence, me too."
Bai Sheng's lips curved into a smile, and as he brushed his hand across his eyes, he couldn't hide the smile in them.
He originally intended to ask Boss Song first, and then this optimist, but the optimist was more proactive than he expected and confessed without being asked.
Xiao Wu's keen senses detected the clue, and she instantly understood. She covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "There are no chopsticks that can't be bent, only wrenches that don't try hard enough."
Cheng Letian didn't understand. "What chopstick wrench? Tell me what you want to design. We make these kinds of things. Do you need to use a wrench to bend them? You need to have a lot of strength. I'll just give you a bent chopstick!"
Song Nian'an's friends on the voice call were almost bursting out laughing. Seeing that it was almost time, Song Nian'an prepared to leave the team and rest for a while.
"Wait a minute, boss, why don't you create a group chat and add us in? We can call you whenever we want to play games."
Cheng Letian stepped in front of him again, "He can't add you guys, add me, add me! I'm free! Take me out to play sometime, I feel like I've improved a lot this afternoon!"
Bai Sheng was overjoyed and didn't even need a wingman; he added them directly on WeChat.
Cheng Letian eventually created a group chat, but he didn't let Song Nian'an add the boy's WeChat separately, because he was afraid that Wen Jing might accidentally hurt him.
Xiao Wu's eyes darted around. This afternoon, she not only fulfilled her ultimate dream of working: getting a high salary while slacking off, but also gained the WeChat of a top-ranked online gaming companion.
Around five o'clock, Wen Jing returned to his office. His little deer was lying on the sofa playing on her phone, smiling as she watched them chat in the group.
Under the light, his eyelashes were translucent, and when he smiled and blinked, it was as if they brushed against Wen Jingxin's heart.
"What did you do this afternoon? You seem to be in such a good mood." Wen Jing took out a broken piece of chocolate, popped it into Song Nian'an's mouth, and glanced back at Song Nian'an on the sofa. "Is it sweet?"
Song Nian'an's light brown pupils shimmered with starlight under the setting sun. He raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head, and took the initiative to kiss Wen Jing's lips.
"Do you think it's sweet?" Song Nian'an asked in a low, slightly nasal voice, as some chocolate dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing that Wen Jing remained silent, Song Nian'an was quite pleased with herself.
"Is the white peach toothpaste sweeter this morning, or this chocolate? Honey." Song Nian'an, as if possessed, mustered her courage and looked at Wen Jing with alluring eyes.
Wen Jing pressed Song Nian'an's legs down, making him sit on his lap, his arms naturally resting on his lower back. Wen Jing felt his clothes slightly open, revealing his fair collarbone.
Song Nian'an, who had been taking the initiative, suddenly became embarrassed. Her ears turned red quickly as she felt certain changes in her body, with heat spreading to every cell.
"Is my leg more comfortable, or is the sofa more comfortable?"
"That must be... my husband's leg."
The sofa is comfortable, but your legs are too stiff; it hurts to hold them in place.
The sudden voice made Wen Jing's flirtatious heart turn cold.
Wen Jing found it both funny and infuriating. He grabbed Song Nian'an's hip and put him back on the sofa, without taking any further action.
【Huh? That's it? That's all?】
"Yeah, that's all," Wen Jing replied casually.
"Who are you talking to?" Song Nian'an frowned.
Wen Jing said somewhat guiltily, "No, you must have misheard."
Just then, the project manager knocked on the door, holding a draft document for Wen Jing to look at.
Song Nian'an picked up a cushion and covered her legs with it, curled up in a corner of the sofa with her knees bent, and lowered her head slightly.
Wen Jing carefully examined the document line by line.
Seeing Song Nian'an's awkward expression, the manager asked, "Madam, are you cold? Let me turn up the air conditioning for you. The weather changes quite quickly; it can change in a flash."
Wen Jing coughed twice, wanting to laugh.
[How could I be cold? Are you trying to make me melt in the office by turning up the air conditioning?! Don't you have any common sense, colleague?]
The tension caused by Wen Jing's slip of the tongue eased a little.
It was almost time. The two changed into their formal attire in the office, got off the elevator, and found it was very windy outside.
The engagement banquet was held at the Seven Star Hotel, which is under the Wen Group. Song Nian'an saw a long red carpet and black-clad bodyguards on both sides in the distance.
It was a grand affair.
Like a celebrity walking the red carpet.
The only difference is that it's completely sealed off, so not even a mosquito can get in, let alone a paparazzi.
After Wen Jing got out of the car, he put one hand in his pocket, and Song Nian'an naturally took his arm.
The bodyguards bowed in unison and said in a loud voice, "Welcome, Young Master Wen and Madam Wen."
Song Nian'an felt that the voice sounded like the instructor shouting slogans during military training.
Enter the main hall.
Everyone warmly congratulated Mr. Wen. Anyone with eyes could see that the important task of continuing the Wen family line could only be entrusted to Wen Siyan.
Both sides were filled with flowers, and the live cello and piano performance in the main hall added a lot to the romantic atmosphere of the entire engagement banquet.
Soothing and melodious music filled the air, gently drifting through the spacious banquet hall, where rising business leaders and political giants exchanged pleasantries while holding wine glasses.
Song Nian'an felt a little uncomfortable and tightened her grip on Wen Jing's arm.
At that moment, a middle-aged man saw Wen Jing, exchanged a few pleasantries with the surrounding guests, and casually picked up a glass of wine and slowly walked over.
"President Wen, it's been a long time." His eyes unconsciously lingered on Song Nian'an.
"Mayor, hello, it's been a long time." Wen Jing picked up a glass of wine next to him and brought the glass closer.
Upon hearing the title "mayor," Song Nian'an's first reaction was to pull his arm away and bow respectfully.
I never expected the mayor to come and toast with Wen Jing in person. My husband is definitely more than just good-looking!
Wen Jing grabbed Song Nian'an's hand tightly, saying, "This is my lover."
[You only call someone your lover after being married for over ten years! How can you just casually say the word "lover"...]
Song Nian'an was so moved by this word that she almost froze.
The word "lover" sounds like a stereotypical, old-fashioned romance, open and resolute.
The mayor maintained a kind smile, showing no sign of shock.
Song Nian'an also picked up her wine glass and obediently followed Wen Jing's example to offer a toast.
There were five or six such big shots coming and going, and each of them had to be introduced as a lover.
Some people gossiped behind their backs, but most of the people who came were prominent figures who had seen a lot and wouldn't be overly gossipy.
Suddenly, the entire room fell silent.
Wen Siyan, holding Shen Zhuangyue's hand, gracefully approached and appeared before the guests.
Shen Zhuangyue, dressed in a bright red floral cheongsam and with her hair simply and elegantly styled in an updo, stunned everyone.
The moment the two appeared, they became the focus of the entire banquet hall.
Shen Zhuangyue was beaming, her eyes sparkling, and her brows revealing an undisguised smugness. The day she had meticulously planned had finally arrived.
So what if Song Nian'an married Wen Jing? Without a Wen family heir, he could never have a higher status than her.
She stared intently at Song Nian'an with the air of a victor, her reddened eyes revealing an undisguised ferocity that sent chills down one's spine.
At the same time, Song Nian'an's fiancé was also staring at her.
When he went up on stage and saw Wen Jing and Song Nian'an holding hands, Wen Siyan stared straight at him, his dark pupils filled with a chilling possessiveness.
The couple's emotions were brought back to normal when the emcee announced that the bride and groom would kiss each other.
Wen Siyan smiled, but there was no love in his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed Shen Zhuangyue's chin, his fingertips gripping her tightly. He smiled teasingly and kissed her.
The host smiled and said, "They are so loving! Let's congratulate this soon-to-be-married couple."
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