Chapter Eighteen: They've Gone Mad! Who's Hitting Wen Jing's Car?!
The Wen family dinner may seem like a social gathering involving toasts and conversation, but in essence, it is an exchange of value between people.
Song Nian'an thought it would just be a simple chat with her grandmother, but she never expected to encounter such a grand Wen family banquet.
Although he is very young, he knows a little about basic dining etiquette. The drinking culture is a kind of social contest.
When Song Nian'an appeared in the banquet hall arm in arm with Wen Jing, everyone was already seated, and only the two of them remained.
At the large round table, Wen Liansheng sat in the main entrance seat, with his grandmother to his right, while the seat to his left was empty.
Wen Jing pulled Song Nian'an over and gentlemanly helped him carry out a stool. After Song Nian'an stood in it, he moved the stool back.
The grandmother, watching from the side, was very gratified; her beloved grandson had finally shown some concern for others.
Grandma used to worry that Wen Jing, who was so focused on his career, would be too lonely without a home after she passed away.
Now it seems I was overthinking it.
The elderly people standing nearby felt uneasy seeing Song Nian'an's arrogant and spoiled attitude.
One of the old men, with a white beard and an unfriendly smile, said to Song Nian'an, "Wen Jing's wife, you haven't even toasted or kowtowed to the elders of the Wen family since you entered the family. What kind of marriage is this? You have no manners. Why don't you take advantage of today to toast and kowtow to all of us, and then you'll be considered a member of the Wen family?"
Upon seeing this person sitting next to Wen Siyan, Song Nian'an realized that he must be a supporter of Wen Siyan's faction, and his ill intentions were quite obvious.
He was holding his wine glass and about to stand up when Wen Jing's large hand pressed his knee down.
Wen Jing picked up his wine glass and said to Wen Liansheng and his grandmother, "Grandpa, Grandma, my marriage to Nian'an was indeed rushed. Please forgive me for any impropriety. Nian'an is new to the Wen family and doesn't understand some of the rules. Please be understanding. I will teach him slowly in the future."
Wen Liansheng picked up his wine glass, nodded, and the two of them drank the wine.
The old man's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected to be ignored by Wen Jing.
From beginning to end, Wen Jing did not respond to him at all, but only explained to Mr. Wen and his grandmother, completely ignoring him.
Song Nian'an lowered her head, her fingers gently stroking the cuff of her sleeve.
Everyone at the table ate their meal quietly, but the meal felt like torture, with every second stretching out indefinitely.
He watched as the roast duck, chicken soup, foie gras, and salmon came and went on the turntable, and he couldn't wait to eat them.
So he made a firm decision, adhering to his ultimate motto: "A person who works hard is a person of great character; if you work hard, you'll be a superior person."
He quickly grabbed some food, stuffed his mouth full, and swallowed it down with a gurgling sound.
He calmly ate his meal amidst the obvious and subtle stares of those around him.
Someone at the table whispered, "Outrageous! What kind of table manners are these? It's truly unseemly."
"That's right, Wen Jing doesn't keep an eye on him at all."
Upon hearing this, Grandma smiled and said, "Nian'an is still growing. Eating more is a blessing, and it will bring good fortune to her husband. Don't you all want Wen Jing to be well?"
Wen Jing watched Song Nian'an eat with great interest. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had been neglecting him at home; he probably wouldn't have this kind of appetite even if he hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. Besides, he was just making this "meal" meaningful; what value did he have if he didn't eat his fill?
The banquet hall had no overhead lights on, so the light shone on the tables, casting a layer of fine golden light that contrasted sharply with Song Nian'an's skin tone.
At this moment, Wen Siyan stood up, holding a glass of red wine, and walked towards Song Nian'an and Wen Jing.
"Uncle, Aunt, congratulations on your marriage."
Song Nian'an looked up and saw Wen Siyan staring at him with a serious expression, as if he were reciting a book. His tone was gentle, but it seemed to be threatening.
It didn't sound like a sincere blessing at all.
"Professor Wen...no," Song Nian'an's voice trailed off, the situation was truly awkward.
He couldn't bring himself to say it, but Wen Jing picked up his glass, clinked glasses lightly, and said thank you.
This massive hellish scene weighed heavily on Song Nian'an's heart like a boulder. In an instant, her mind went numb, her legs went weak, her toes curled up, and every cell in her body wanted to burrow into the ground.
He just wanted to eat properly and be invisible.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Nian'an felt a wine glass appear in front of her. The fingers holding the glass seemed to be bearing a lot of force, and she felt that the glass would be crushed in her palm at any moment.
He had no energy left to think and instinctively clinked glasses with Wen Siyan.
The sudden panic made Song Nian'an's voice sound strange: "Thank you."
After saying that, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The elderly people at the table looked at him with utter disdain: "What a clueless young man who doesn't know anything about wine. I don't know what Wen Jing saw in him."
Looking at Song Nian'an's unusual behavior, Wen Jing became even more certain that his relationship with Wen Siyan was not as simple as that of a professor and student, and he couldn't help but have doubts.
After lunch, Grandma wanted to take Song Nian'an for a stroll in the garden and chat for a while.
Song Nian'an had just swallowed that mouthful of wine too hastily and in a panic. She wanted to burp, but because of her pride, she swallowed it back.
Suddenly, my stomach churned violently, and I felt a burning pain.
Seeing his face gradually turn pale, his lips turn purple, and he clutch his stomach, covered in sweat, Wen Jing pulled him aside to say goodbye to everyone and go home.
Wen Siyan, who was sitting in the sandalwood chair in the central living room making tea, saw them leave hand in hand and said goodbye to the elders: "Mr. Wen, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle and all the uncles, I have some things to take care of at school, so I will go back first today. Let's get together another day."
His tone was sincere and very humble.
Amidst everyone's praise, Wen Siyan strode out after them.
The villa is located in a very secluded spot, nestled in a secluded and tranquil mountaintop.
To descend the mountain, you must walk along a winding mountain path.
Wen Jing opened the window to let Song Nian'an get some fresh air to sober up and ease the tense atmosphere from before.
He could hear Song Nian'an's inner turmoil and knew that this emotion was related to Wen Siyan.
As the car entered the curve, the two sat quietly inside.
"Husband..." Song Nian'an was about to say something.
The car was violently struck, and Wen Jing turned his head to look in the rearview mirror.
A black car rammed into them again.
Wen Jing swerved the car around, dodging left and right, and shouted in a low voice, "Sit tight."
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