Chapter Nineteen is utterly devoid of any charm.
Song Nian'an was hit on the head by the sudden sharp turn. Before he could even think, he saw the car behind him chasing after him again, blatantly trying to push them off the curve. The feeling of being thrown off by gravity made him feel even worse.
The car was going too fast, and the wind was blowing fiercely into the car, making it almost impossible to turn the steering wheel. Song Nian'an looked in the rearview mirror and saw that it was the car that had followed them out of the villa!
The rear of the car was hit violently again, and Song Nian'an was made dizzy.
After several impacts, the mucus in his stomach surged up from his throat, stinging his nasal cavity and nerves, and he couldn't stop vomiting.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
The two cars were so close that it made you want to close your eyes.
Song Nian'an was terrified, afraid that because of his appearance, the tragedy of the avalanche would turn into a car accident ahead of schedule.
Fear and anxiety took over his mind.
Wen Jing could only hear the screeching sound of the vehicle's tires and Song Nian'an's terrified scream.
No matter how panicked Song Nian'an was, he didn't actually shout out to distract Wen Jing.
Suddenly, after the next bend, there was a straight road. Wen Jing's delicate features were slightly misty. He widened his eyes and shouted, "Hold on to the handrails and close your eyes!"
Song Nian'an obediently curled up, gripped the handrail tightly, and closed her eyes. With a sharp turn, the vibration of the car reached her fingertips, and her whole body trembled slightly.
The car came to a sudden stop.
Wen Jing turned the steering wheel to the left, stopping directly in the middle of the road.
When Song Nian'an opened her eyes again, Wen Jing unbuckled his seatbelt, slammed the car door, and drove off. He glanced at the rearview mirror; Wen Siyan was only centimeters away from their car.
Wen Siyan in the book is indeed ruthless, otherwise he wouldn't have taken away the title of Wen family heir in the end.
It was only when something really happened today that Song Nian'an truly realized how dangerous this person was.
No, I should say he's a madman.
Thinking about it this way, the original avalanche must have been related to him.
"Are you crazy?" Wen Jing's face darkened.
He glanced at Song Nian'an, who was terrified inside the car, a hint of ruthlessness creeping into his eyes.
Wen Siyan, however, still wore that fake smile as he slowly walked to Song Nian'an's passenger side.
"I just wanted to tell my aunt."
As he spoke, he raised his head, still with that superior air, looking at Song Nian'an who was slumped in her seat, his eyes full of determination.
"It doesn't matter who they belong to now, but who they will belong to in the future is uncertain."
A strong smell of alcohol wafted through the air.
Song Nian'an immediately understood.
No matter how outrageous Wen Siyan's criticisms are, he will never openly break ties with someone.
Now it seems he was drunk and impulsively chased after us.
Wen Jing frowned and warned in a deep voice, "Starting tomorrow, you will have no right to inquire about any projects or work of the Wen Group."
Wen Siyan laughed loudly, glaring fiercely at Wen Jing, "You think you've secured your position as the young master of the Wen family?"
As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head and reached out to touch Song Nian'an's face.
Before he could even touch it, a sudden pain in his jaw caused him to stagger back several steps.
hiss.
Blood seeped from the cracked corner of her lip.
Wen Siyan regained some of his senses, but covered his mouth and glared fiercely at Wen Jing without saying a word.
Wen Jing clenched his fist and stood next to Wen Siyan. He was about four centimeters taller than Wen Siyan.
His aura was like that of an ancient emperor, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Meeting Wen Jing's icy gaze, Wen Siyan realized what outrageous things he had just done.
He forced a smile. "Why is Uncle so concerned? I just want to see if Aunt is hurt."
Wen Jing took in his slight panic and then sneered.
"If you do this again, I won't hesitate to kick you out of the Wen family."
This was the first time the two had a falling out and were at loggerheads.
Wen Siyan's face paled for a moment, but then returned to normal.
He forced a smile, unable to utter a single word.
Considering that Song Nian'an was still in the car and her condition didn't look good, Wen Jing gave Wen Siyan a cold look, then started the car and drove away.
Wen Siyan's smile faded, his face turned gloomy, his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and he clenched his fists, his face full of resentment.
Aside from being frightened, Song Nian'an in the car was actually unharmed.
But Wen Jing was still worried. Seeing that Song Nian'an was still somewhat shaken, he tried to keep his voice down.
"Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?"
The startled fawn blinked, and there were some tear stains under its eyelashes, indicating that it had just wiped away its tears.
"It's nothing, I just ate too much...I feel like throwing up..."
A burst of laughter reached her ears, and Wen Jing joked, "Does your husband usually starve you?"
No...no.
It just so happens that today's dishes are all my favorites. Besides, what's the point of just sitting here if I'm not eating? The way they're looking at me is like they're looking at a zoo animal. Am I supposed to just stare back at them without eating?
Suddenly someone hugged him tightly and held him close.
Wen Jing really couldn't do anything about him; he couldn't utter a single truth.
After an unknown amount of time, the person in my arms began to breathe steadily.
Once he was sure he was asleep, Wen Jing reclined the car seat.
Wen Jing suspended all of Wen Siyan's accounts and removed him from his position at the company.
Only then did I feel at ease enough to drive home.
Suddenly struggling to wake from a nightmare, Song Nian'an opened his eyes abruptly, only to be met with Wen Jing's incredibly handsome face. After a moment of confusion, he rubbed his eyes and realized he was already lying in bed.
Wen Jing lay down by the bed, holding his hand as she fell asleep.
The clothes covered in vomit had been changed, and her body was clean and refreshed, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Could it be that Wen Jing wiped it for him?
He pulled back the covers and saw himself looking like a skinned wildcat, even his underwear had been changed. A blush rose to his face.
My mind started playing out a little drama: Oh my god, they must have seen everything!
The scene must have gone like this: Wen Jing carried me upstairs, helped me undress, then filled a basin with warm water and gently wiped my body, trying to change my underwear. But seeing my snow-white skin and flushed cheeks, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, the room light casting a perfectly warm yellow hue on our position, I leaned against him, softly murmuring his name, and then Wen Jing kissed me all over, even...
Song Nian'an couldn't help but cover her face and laugh out loud.
"You're awake?" Wen Jing's voice interrupted the little movie in Song Nian'an's mind.
That's right, Wen Jing couldn't listen to it anymore.
Song Nian'an was a little confused. He didn't know if he was infected by the images and fantasies in his mind, but his ears also started to burn rapidly.
"That was the first time I'd ever taken someone else's clothes off..." Wen Jingshen put his arm back and pressed down on Song Nian'an.
"Ah..." Song Nian'an was about to get up when Wen Jing grabbed her again, startling her.
The man rolled over, and two burning hot hands wrapped around his waist, pressing him down to sit on the man's lap.
This seemingly harmless boy's face, his pitiful, pleading look at Wen Jing, and the little movie that had just been playing in his head—it was driving Wen Jing crazy.
Song Nian'an looked down at her handsome husband, her eyelashes fluttering, her pink eyes seeming to be teasing him. However, wasn't her seat a little inappropriate?
The cotton fabric couldn't block the sensation of friction at all, and Song Nian'an's cheeks turned bright red in an instant.
Could it be that this frigid old man has regained his youth? Or should we just go all in and get on board?
Wen Jing panicked, pushed him away, and sat up. He was really playing with fire.
Unexpectedly, Song Nian'an recalled the scene in her mind and involuntarily pounced on him, sitting on him again. Wen Jing's hand, which was hanging in mid-air, paused for a moment before being grabbed and placed on his waist.
He tentatively touched Wen Jing's lips lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
As she left, Song Nian'an glanced up and noticed that Wen Jing's eyes were full of surprise. His deep black pupils seemed to hold a hint of something, and his lips, which she had just kissed, were unconsciously slightly parted.
He didn't expect what would happen next; he just wanted to seduce Wen Jing as a prank.
The sudden kiss, delivered so close together, made Wen Jing's heart skip a beat for a moment, but he quickly regained control.
Wen Jing pressed down on Song Nian'an's neck, turning from lying flat to lying on his side, pulling him into his chest, their breaths mingling in the air.
Is it coming?! This time it's definitely for real!
I can feel my heart pounding so hard I don't even need to hear it.
With eyes closed, I offer my fragrant lips, waiting, waiting.
Huh? There's nothing here!
-38.5
Why didn't you say you had a fever?
Wen Jing wrapped Song Nian'an in a blanket like a caterpillar, placed her on the bed, and went downstairs to get hot water and fever reducer.
Song Nian'an frowned deeply, her lips pressed into a thin line, and she was even angrier inside.
【What the heck?! That's it! Hey! I'm not running a fever, I'm just horny! Wen Jing, you really have absolutely no sense of romance!】
After a long time, Wen Jing went upstairs to get the medicine and feed it to the patient. "It's a holiday these days, so come with me to the company after you've rested."
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