Chapter 12 I Can't Control My Desire for You



"Are you really going to marry Qin Hemian?"

That's interesting. She raised an eyebrow: "Isn't this what you all want?"

“You can refuse!” Wen Qinian stared at her, his eyes unreadable, with a hint of anger between his brows.

Are you blaming me?

Are you worthy?

"Wen Shengsheng, don't make me angry. It's best to put away any thoughts you shouldn't have as soon as possible."

Wen Shengsheng's gaze lingered on him, as if to say, "A leopard can't change its spots."

She leaned lazily against the doorframe: "First of all, the shares were given to me by Wen Baizhan. Secondly, you two were the ones who helped me get together with Qin Heming. You clearly wanted to gain more benefits from me, and then you turned around and lectured me. Wen Qinian—you're actually a perfect male slut!"

Wen Qinian's fascinating facial expressions were all observed by Wen Shengsheng. She smiled gently and slammed the door shut.

There was a loud knocking on the door, accompanied by Wen Qinian's cursing. Wen Shengsheng went to the bathroom, and after she finished washing up, it was quiet outside again.

She lay down comfortably and went to sleep.

Before going to bed, Wen Shengsheng received a text message from Shen Shu. Besides saying hello, Shen Shu did have something important to discuss with her.

This concerns the issue of incense making.

I'll contact you again after I've found a suitable studio location.

Sister-in-law, you must help your brother take off! Let's grow our business and become rich together.

Wen Shengsheng tossed her phone aside, and sleepiness gradually crept in!

In the night.

Mo Hui Mountain Villa.

Qin Heming, in his study, glanced at the incense in the incense burner. The scent was off. His subordinates had bought hundreds of different kinds of incense, but none of them smelled the same as Wen Shengsheng's, not even a similar one.

Most importantly, Wen Shengsheng's fragrance can relieve his headache; it's a good medicine!

He instructed his subordinates to move the incense burner out. A moment later, the subordinates came in and reported, "Mr. Qin, there's a call from the old mansion. The old man wants to ask about Young Master Ji. It sounds like he's angry."

Ji Wensheng must have gone to the Qin family to complain.

Qin Heming, behind his desk, continued flipping through books without moving an inch, not even looking up: "Ignore it."

He appeared to be flipping through a book, but he was actually looking at the chat history on his phone.

The next day.

Wen Shengsheng arrived at Mohui Manor early.

She arrived at the perfect time, not the early one.

Qin Heming is having breakfast!

There were many breakfast dishes laid out on the table, with a wide variety of options, which made Wen Shengsheng a little envious.

She didn't eat breakfast at the Wen family's house, fearing she might be poisoned!

After receiving a look from Qin Hemian, the maid stepped forward and pulled out a chair, which Wen Shengsheng then sat down.

"The Wen family isn't feeding you?"

Qin Heming wiped his fingers, then frowned as he stared at Wen Shengsheng, who was cleaning up breakfast. She looked up and said truthfully, "I don't like eating with them."

Her relationship with the Wen family was never good.

Qin Heming didn't respond. He kept staring at Wen Shengsheng. Even with her thick skin, Wen Shengsheng couldn't stand Qin Heming's unbridled gaze. She would get indigestion if she ate any more of this meal.

The air was filled with Wen Shengsheng's scent; it smelled wonderful.

His head felt comfortable.

This slightly improved Qin Heming's mood. Soon after, the designer appeared, and Wen Shengsheng realized the trouble had begun. She endlessly changed clothes, listening to the designer report to Qin Heming on the alterations—

In the end, one hundred cheongsams were sold.

From now on, he will become Wen Shengsheng's exclusive designer of custom-made cheongsams. Wen Shengsheng said in disbelief, "Mr. Qin, you really don't need to spend so much." It's too extravagant, but she likes it so much.

Qin Heming didn't miss the joy in her eyes; she was a cunning little fox who said one thing but meant another.

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