Chapter 16 Chapter 16 "Sweetheart?"
"Do you really think Xie Zhizhi did this?"
"What else? What do you mean by asking this? Don't you believe me?"
Feng Wen didn't say anything.
Is this a question of belief or not?
He put the wine glass on the table, making a crisp sound.
Feng Wen raised his eyelids, and his eyes, appropriately filled with a bit of doubt and concern, fell on Wen Xuyan, the little omega boyfriend that Shen Che was hugging.
This was their first formal meeting.
To show his friendliness, he even raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked gently:
"Archer is worried about you. How is your injury? Is it serious?"
Wen Xuyan didn't expect Feng Wen to suddenly talk to him, so he said softly, "No, it's not serious."
"That's good." Feng Wen nodded. "Xie Zhizhi seemed quite well behaved. It's really unexpected that he would do something like this."
Wen Xuyan lowered his eyes somewhat awkwardly: "Um... yes, yes."
The gleam in his eyes, which he had not been able to hide in time, fell into Feng Wen's eyes without any error. He chuckled almost inaudibly, lowered his head and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box.
It’s not difficult to guess what Wen Xuyan is planning.
No matter how much Shen Che and Xie Zhizhi quarreled, they had not cancelled their engagement on the surface. This time they returned to the Shen residence thinking they could sever their past ties, but ended up returning empty-handed, and no one was happy.
In other words, in a sense, Xie Zhizhi still carries the title of Chen Che's fiancée, so it's natural for Wen Xuyan to want to trip her up.
However, the method is not very clever.
Feng Wen took a puff of cigarette and thought about Xie Zhizhi chatting happily with the pink-haired wolf next door, and he felt inexplicably bad.
Sweetie baby?
Feng Wen licked his canine teeth. Normally, he would be too lazy to expose these little tricks, but now he suddenly felt like doing so.
"How did he do it? Tell me about it." Feng Wen spoke slowly, his tone almost irresistibly gentle and kind, as if he felt deeply sympathetic towards his childhood boyfriend, who had been murdered by someone he knew. "I'll help you... uh, teach him a lesson, ok?"
"I..." Wen Xuyan stammered.
"What's wrong?" Feng Wen asked.
Shen Che couldn't bear it any longer: "Can you please stop forcing him?"
Feng Wen turned to look at him in surprise: "Ache, why do you say that? I didn't."
He met Shen Che's dissatisfied gaze and explained sincerely:
"I just wanted to help."
"Haha, I don't believe it." Shen Che didn't understand why Feng Wen suddenly became so nosy, but he still said with a little intention of protecting his boyfriend:
"Okay, I'll tell you."
Feng Wen didn't pick it up, and he changed into a comfortable sitting position and said leisurely: "Well, go ahead."
Shen Che smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and patted Wen Xuyan's thigh soothingly.
"You know the old man arrested me and locked me up and wouldn't let me go."
Feng Wen nodded.
Chen Che got angry when he thought about this, and grabbed his hair in annoyance: "I don't want to get into that kind of broken marriage, and I don't know what the relationship between Xie Zhizhi and the old man is. I just..."
"All?"
Chen Che paused awkwardly, not daring to utter the word "kneeling": "Anyway, I begged the old man to cancel my engagement immediately, but he refused to agree. I even saw them meeting when I left."
"Fuck you, you don't even know the old man... I never knew his face could smile like that in my life!"
"That guy surnamed Xie was acting like a complete nobody in front of me. I totally believed his lies. He and the old man are definitely in cahoots!"
Feng Wen couldn't help but laugh and took a puff of cigarette under Shen Che's gaze.
"Really? This is too despicable. How long ago did his car leave the Chen residence? And he immediately took Xu Yan away. How could such a coincidence happen without prior investigation? What's more, I heard Xie Zhizhi's voice with my own ears! How could I be wrong?"
"Oh - there is no other possibility?" Feng Wen flicked off the ash from his cigarette.
"There's no other possibility!" Shen Che said firmly.
Feng Wen seemed to be lost in thought, with the minty aroma of black ice lingering in his mouth, but his nose was still sharp enough to detect a faint, familiar smell in the air.
Not pheromones.
It's a home fragrance with a minty aquatic scent.
So he suddenly raised his hand and put out the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray.
"What are you laughing at?" Shen Che looked puzzled.
"I……"
"Shen Che——"
Feng Wen was interrupted.
A flat and unremarkable voice came from far away.
Feng Wen tilted his head slightly as if sensing something, and saw a fair-skinned hand with red marks reaching out and taking away the unfinished whiskey he had placed on the table.
The ice cubes in the cup had not melted yet, and when it was shaken, they collided with the cup wall, making a pleasant crisp sound. The condensed water wet the fingertips of the person who came in.
"Who?" Shen Che was in a bad mood and spoke angrily.
Xie Zhizhi didn't intend to respond.
With a quick flip of his wrist, the cold amber wine exploded on Shen Che's face.
Shen Che was caught off guard and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Xie Zhizhi withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and knocked the empty wine glass heavily on the table.
He tried his best to suppress his anger, and his voice was relatively steady:
"Chen Che, can you please use your brain a little bit when you are out there and stop saying stupid things?"
He thought that what he said was not particularly harsh. After all, even if Shen Che was shameless, he still wanted him to.
"What?"
Chen Che looked up in astonishment, staring at the black-haired beta who had appeared out of nowhere, his tone a little bewildered.
There are really few people in this world who would dare to throw wine on Chen Che like this.
"I say."
Xie Zhizhi glanced at the booth and recognized the other two people Zhang Siyi mentioned. They turned out to be Wen Xuyan and Feng Wen.
His gaze met those smoky gray eyes briefly before quickly looking away.
"Could you please not go out without your brain?"
Amber wine dripped down, Shen Che wiped his face and finally reacted.
"Why the hell are you here!?" His expression was distorted and he looked like he was going crazy.
"Is Shang Huan yours?" Xie Zhizhi sneered, "You're saying such nonsense so loudly, and you expect others to hear you and pretend not to hear?"
"You dare to do it, and you're still afraid of what others will say? Do you know what Xu Yan's hands look like now?! If I hadn't been there earlier, who knows what you would have done?"
What can you do?
Xie Zhizhi pursed his lips and his gaze slid right to Wen Xuyan's wrist.
There were only a few scratches on it.
Xie Zhizhi raised his gaze again, looking into Wen Xuyan's eyes, which had tears welling up in them, and asked slowly, "What about you? Just let him say that?"
He asked this question because he actually hoped that Wen Xuyan would open his mouth, at least to make him feel that the person he rescued from the "kidnapper" was not an idiot.
But Wen Xuyan didn't say anything.
"What the hell? I asked you to see his injuries, did you see them?" Shen Che said coldly.
Xie Zhizhi let out a sigh of frustration. He really didn't want to make things too awkward.
The question is why are they all so eager to disgust others?
The booth fell into a brief silence.
Beside him, Feng Wen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
"Zhizhi, what happened to your hand?"
In full view of everyone, he naturally reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Xie Zhizhi's wrist, as if he had just suddenly noticed the wound on the other's hand.
Only Xie Zhizhi knew that Feng Wen's warm fingertips were carefully rubbing the inside of his wrist, as if to comfort him.
What's the meaning?
Xie Zhizhi tilted his head to look, and Feng Wen mouthed to him:
Feel sorry.
?
He looked so furious now that even an alpha like Feng Wen was scared enough to apologize to him?
Xie Zhizhi struggled lightly and got out easily.
Only then did Shen Che take everything in.
The bruises and red marks on the pale and thin wrist bones were crisscrossed and looked extremely conspicuous, but it was indeed the first time he had seen it.
"How..." What happened?
Before he could finish his words, Xie Zhizhi slapped him in the face.
It was the right cheek again, and the familiar pain crept up slowly and densely. Shen Che was dazed for a moment and could not react.
"After thinking about it, I still can't bear it." Xie Zhizhi said coldly, "If you want to fight back, let's go outside and find a place where there is no one to fight."
But this guy has a bad record of pheromone suppression. If a fight really breaks out, he will definitely knock Chen Che down first and then run away.
Anger surged up his forehead, and Shen Che turned his face away: "Come on, damn it! Anyone who doesn't come is a coward!"
As he spoke, he rushed forward—but he couldn't act impulsively.
Feng Wen took a long step forward and quickly grabbed Chen Che's waist, preventing the stupid dog from going crazy.
"Fuck! Feng Wen, why are you stopping me?"
Shen Che was harder to press than a pig during Chinese New Year: "Xie, if you have the guts, come here for real!"
Feng Wen closed his eyes, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your brain is just for show, right? You still don't understand what's going on?"
Shen Che roared: "What the hell? He provoked me!"
Xie Zhizhi thought to himself, why not go up and give him a try, as there might not be such a good opportunity next time. However, before he could step forward, his waist suddenly tightened and a strand of pink hair brushed across the corner of his eye, making him feel itchy.
Zhang Siyi watched the excitement for a long time before finally arriving, pulling the person back and looking at the chaos with a half-smile.
He can pretend not to see it if his lead singer is beaten up by someone out of humiliation, but he can't really destroy his place. Otherwise, he will not be able to continue his business.
"Calm down, sweetheart."
After a casual remark, the three people opposite suddenly fell silent.
As Shen Che and Feng Wen stared at each other with different thoughts, Zhang Siyi tilted his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"
A second later, he suddenly smiled understandingly: "You still want to fight? How about this, I have a boxing gym, you and sweetheart can try it there, how about it?"
"Sweetheart?" Shen Che's expression was grim. "Are you familiar with each other?"
Xie Zhizhi licked his lips nervously for some unknown reason, subconsciously avoiding Feng Wen's powerful gaze, and then calmly pulled down his arm that was around his waist.
...I should have forced Zhang Siyi to correct her from calling him sweetheart all the time.
"Of course." Zhang Siyi was very happy to watch this kind of fun, and asked curiously, "What's wrong? What's your relationship with Tianxin?"
fiancé.
Although it was true, but... Shen Che couldn't say it.
“It’s okay,” Shen Che said.
"Oh, I see." Zhang Siyi smiled.
"Would you like to go to the lounge and freshen up? I'll have the waiter bring you some clean clothes later, and I'll pay for your drinks tonight."
Shen Che glanced at him coldly, without comment, pushed Feng Wen's hand away and strode away.
If we can exclude Wen Xuyan, who has always had little presence, there are only three people in the booth now.
Xie Zhizhi obviously noticed Feng Wen's burning gaze on him, so he lowered his eyes inexplicably.
Dare not look at each other.
Although it seems... there is no reason not to dare.
Zhang Siyi took it all in, his eyes dark and evil, and said slowly, "Baby, shall we go back too?"
On purpose. Xie Zhizhi was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes and whispered, "I went to the bathroom and the wine spilled on my hands."
He immediately controlled his gaze so that it would not waver even a little, and walked out as naturally and appropriately as possible.
In short, he very deliberately ignored everyone and ran away.
So it's hard not to seem contrived.
The two of them didn't pass each other. The large gap between them was large enough for Zhang Siyi to squeeze in, but Xie Zhizhi still heard Feng Wen's voice, slowly coming over with the low-frequency heartbeat of deep house music:
"sweetheart?"
declarative sentence?
Rhetorical question?
Xie Zhizhi didn't dare to look back.
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