Chapter Ninety-Three Jealousy
Song Nian'an has become increasingly clingy lately, calling out to Wen Jing whenever he's not around.
In the evening, after closing the bedroom door and comforting Xiao Zhihua, Wen Jing wanted to look at the company's reports in the study.
A moment later, he heard Song Nian'an calling him from inside the house.
Without thinking much, he pushed open the bedroom door and stood there, frozen in place.
Song Nian'an looked extremely angry, not like she was joking.
His face darkened considerably, his eyes blazed with fury, and his lips were bitten until they turned white.
The kind that explodes at the slightest touch.
Wen Jing had never seen him like this before, and for a moment she didn't know how to react. After hesitating for a moment, she saw her phone in his hand.
What can be on a mobile phone?
He walked over, wanting to retrieve his phone and see what it was for.
The result was that it couldn't be pulled out, which made the little guy even more annoyed.
Song Nian'an switched hands, gripped the handle tightly, and even raised it up.
Wen Jing wanted to laugh. Although she didn't know what she had done wrong, she had to maintain a good attitude.
However, this action...
Even if Song Nian'an held the phone above her head, Wen Jing could reach it without even stretching his arm out.
I have no idea what my wife is confused about.
I remembered something I searched online a couple of days ago: how to win over a woman who's good at fishing.
One sentence left a deep impression on him.
Flirt with him, flirt with him relentlessly.
Kiss him, kiss him passionately.
Wen Jing put down her phone, stood in front of him, and hugged him.
Those tiny fists, as if they had no flesh at all, pounded on Wen Jing's chest.
It's more like a kitten being affectionate.
[What a jerk! He's already getting tired of me before the seven-year itch is even over!]
So, just anyone can message you now? Does the fact that you haven't blocked them mean you want to chat with them?
Wen Jing: ? ? ?
[You even used violence against me! I'll go learn boxing sometime and see if you can still hug me so fiercely then. I'll beat you up!]
Wen Jing: ? ? ?
Wen Jing was completely bewildered by what all this was saying.
Song Nian'an sat on the bed, with Wen Jing standing beside her. Her face was pressed against his chest, and she could feel the person in her arms relax. Finally, she spoke.
Song Nian'an said angrily, "Who are you chatting with? Explain yourself! Otherwise! Otherwise I... I'll make myself so angry."
Is there such a way to threaten someone by making themselves angry to death?
Wen Jing reached out his hand.
Song Nian'an turned her head.
Helpless, Wen Jing said, "You have to let me know who it is."
Song Nian'an was about to cry; he felt so wronged.
"Three times a day, good morning, good afternoon, and good night. I don't have the habit of checking your phone, but you can't chat with other people like this! That's emotional infidelity, you know?! There's no trust between us anymore! You've completely destroyed our trust!"
Wen Jing: ....
She's jealous.
Wen Jing almost burst out laughing.
"You're still laughing! You're still laughing!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Wen Jing laughed even louder, "Our baby is so cute when he's jealous, eat more."
【Eat more? What do you mean?! Are you going to chat with even more people to annoy me?!】
Song Nian'an looked up, her eyebrows furrowed in a deep V-shape. "You... I'm even angrier now! How could you be this kind of person!"
Wen Jing looked down at the aggrieved look in her eyes and said, "Look at the nickname on this number. If you're really angry, just delete it, block it, do whatever you want!"
Song Nian'an reopened her phone, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Xiao'an?"
Wen Jing smiled and said, "Yes."
"This is a smart AI chatbot that our company just developed. If you reply with 'Xiao An, Xiao An, I want to know the summary of today's meeting,' it will succinctly summarize the content of today's meeting, which is better than what an assistant secretary can do. It can even help you write papers and revise PPTs."
Song Nian'an gave it a try.
He didn't stand on ceremony at all, saying: "Please tell me Wen Jing's underwear size."
Xiao An quickly replied: XXXL.
"How does he even know your underwear size?!"
"....."
Wen Jing didn't stand on ceremony at all, and directly pulled Song Nian'an onto the bed, pressing himself against her without saying a word.
Song Nian'an took a bite.
Instead of relenting, Wen Jing became even more gentle.
A few days later, the company officially launched the Smart Xiao An software, which greatly reduced the workload for employees.
In Wen Jing's office, Song Nian'an was reading a book by the window.
At the beginning of this semester, most students chose to take the postgraduate entrance examination or go directly to internships.
Song Nian'an declined Professor Huang's invitation and formally wrote "Wen's Group" in the internship company section.
He just wanted to go to and from get off work with Wen Jing every day and eat together.
Song Nian'an isn't clingy; nobody in this world is clingy.
Before long, the chair where Song Nian'an was reading became Wen Jing's lap.
An assistant knocked on the door: "Mr. Wen, Mrs. Wen, dinner is ready."
The office was quiet; no one seemed inclined to get up and get their lunch.
They didn't say anything, just sat there embracing each other.
Wen Jing rested his chin on Song Nian'an's shoulder and said lazily, "Should I eat dinner, or eat you?"
Song Nian'an looked down at his hand as it slid down restlessly, and jumped up in fright.
"Let's eat, let's eat!"
Wen Jing's hands are truly beautiful—fair, slender, and the more you look at them, the more you like them, but...
Every time I touch certain indescribable places, the contrast is always huge; my slender fingers become fierce weapons.
With work always piling up and now a troublemaker around, Wen Jing has long lost interest in politics.
After get off work, I strolled around the streets for a bit, and by the time I got home it was already nine o'clock.
In just one night, my phone received hundreds more messages and more than a dozen missed calls.
Wen Jing didn't plan to watch it, but he still had to go to the study to handle some trivial official business that he hadn't finished in the afternoon.
He thought for a moment and decided to let Song Nian'an do a live stream for a while, and then play some games with her after he finished his work.
Song Nian'an agreed.
A press conference will be held to announce the industrial land use plan for the land that was won in the last bidding.
This project had caused everyone countless nights of overtime, and while the result was good, the process was something no one wanted to recall.
Unfortunately, I had an accident during the project's construction phase and had to leave for a while.
This caused the project to be delayed.
However, the implementation plan for industrial land use required by the government must still be arranged and implemented as scheduled.
Therefore, some tasks have been accelerated.
While I was looking at the project proposal, Jin Chu called me.
Jin Chu has been busy looking for Wen Siyan lately, which is quite strange.
“Wen Jing, I have a feeling this matter is not simple,” Jin Chu said.
It's truly remarkable that they managed to escape from the Criminal Investigation Team's vehicle and remain undetected for so many days. The sheer number of people and interests involved is beyond imagination.
Wen Jing pressed his throbbing temples and calmly said, "If it were you, who would you hate the most, and would you hide from them after escaping?"
This is the most worrying thing.
Everyone knows that Wen Siyan is a madman.
After more than a decade of planning, all efforts were in vain.
Jin Chu said worriedly, "You should bring more people with you these days and be careful. We will also increase patrols here and keep an eye on you from the shadows."
They're all sensible people; Wen Siyan's target is Wen Jing and Song Nian'an.
A fight to the death.
After exchanging pleasantries, Jin Chu started joking.
"Have you managed to appease your partner? If not, and you're considering divorce, just let me know."
“We’re inseparable.” Wen Jing hung up the phone.
All he knows is how to fart.
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