Chapter 89: Take the photo and make it public

Wen Yan returned to her home after Qi Yuan recovered from his injury.

The next day, Qi Yu'an moved his things over without stopping. He even wanted to move directly into Wen Yan's house, but Wen Yan disagreed. He could only put his things obediently across the street with a feeling of grievance.

Although Dongxi failed to enter Wen Yan's house, others sneaked in.

So except for working and sleeping, Qi Yu'an stayed in Wen Yan's house and refused to leave.

After Shen Qi knew about this, he didn't say anything, but just reminded him to be careful when going out. He has been very popular recently and the paparazzi are following him closely. It would be very troublesome if he was photographed.

Wen Yan glanced at Qi Yu'an who was staring at her on the sofa.

"Don't worry, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Yu'an hurried over and asked, "What did Shen Qi say?"

There was nothing to hide, so Wen Yan told him, "Brother Qi said he had an interview and will be back to work in a few days."

Qi Yuan immediately replied: "I'll go with you."

Wen Yan looked at him doubtfully: "Your company went bankrupt and you don't have to work anymore?"

Qi Yuan said boldly: "I have so many people under me, the company will still function even if I don't go there."

Wen Yan didn't want to pay attention to him and refused directly: "You don't have to go, Brother Qi and I can go."

Qi Yuan was annoyed: "Why?"

Wen Yan explained: "Why are you coming with me? Just now Brother Qi told us to be careful and not to be photographed by paparazzi."

Qi Yuan said as a matter of course: "We will make it public if we take the photo."

Wen Yan looked at him without saying anything.

Qi Yu'an felt more and more guilty. He and Wen Yan had been together for three years, so it was impossible that they had not been photographed. Although Wen Yan did not say anything at that time, she still hoped that Qi Yu'an would give her a legitimate status every time.

But no, Qi Yu'an usually asked people to buy the photos. They were only published once, and in the end there was no explanation. It just disappeared as the popularity faded.

Now it was Qi Yuan's turn to try his best to gain a status in front of outsiders, but Wen Yan was unwilling.

Qi Yu'an forced himself to smile: "If I take the picture, I'll have someone buy it. It won't affect you."

Wen Yan said calmly: "No need, we just need to be careful not to be photographed."

Qi Yu'an felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't say it, and the two of them fell silent.

In fact, Wen Yan was not talking about dwelling on the past. He was a person who always looked forward. Since he had decided to forgive Qi Yu'an, all the past events were over for him.

He was unwilling to make it public because he felt that there was no need for it for the time being. Although he and Qi Yu'an had reconciled, he was still unsure of what the outcome would be. If everyone knew about it in the early stages, then if they broke up in the future, it would be a hot topic on the headlines again.

Seeing Qi Yu'an hanging his head and looking sad with a guilty expression, Wen Yan guessed that he must be thinking about the past.

Wen Yan originally didn't intend to explain, but Qi Yu'an looked like he had been abandoned, so he softened his heart and took the initiative to sit next to him.

"Don't think too much. I just think it's not time yet."

Wen Yan took the initiative to explain, and Qi Yu'an's eyes lit up again. He knew that he was a little anxious, but he was also really scared.

The fact that Wen Yan could explain it showed that she at least cared about him. No matter whether their restart was out of sympathy or love, it was enough that Wen Yan still cared about him.

Qi Yu'an comforted himself: "Well, I know, I'll go cook for you."

Wen Yan looked at the people busy in the kitchen, with mixed feelings in her heart.

The only designated heir of the Qi Group, who has been extremely wealthy since birth, would actually cook for just one person.

Even the Wen Yan of the past could only cook some stomach-nourishing porridge and soup.

But Qi Yu'an said that he had learned it specifically so that he could cook a meal for him one day.

Wen Yan refused at first. He felt that Qi Yu'an should not waste his time and energy in the kitchen. After all, he could create more value during this time.

But Qi Yu'an said that he was not wasting time, he just wanted to take care of his lover.

Wen Yan's ears turned a little red, and she just let him do whatever he wanted.

Qi Yu'an asked for a kiss and went into the kitchen, and actually made two dishes and a soup.

Wen Yan tasted each one, and Qi Yu'an asked him expectantly, "How does it taste?"

Wen Yan was not stingy with his praise, not to mention that it tasted really good.

Qi Yu'an then untied her apron, casually placed it on the back of the chair, and smiled contentedly: "As long as you like it, you can tell me what you want to eat."

Wen Yan responded softly, “Yeah.”

After that, Qi Yu'an took it upon himself to prepare breakfast and dinner every day. For breakfast, he would hang a slip of paper on Wen Yan's door, and for dinner, he would go directly to the supermarket after get off work to buy groceries and cook for Wen Yan at his home.

He even wanted to come back every day at noon to make lunch for Wen Yan before going to work, but he gave up after Wen Yan sternly refused.

After eating and washing the dishes today, the two sat for a while. It was originally time for Qi Yu'an to go back, but Qi Yu'an happened to receive a phone call. Qi Yu'an didn't want to leave so soon, so he hurriedly picked up the phone, pretending not to understand Wen Yan's expression, and hid on the balcony.

Wen Yan ignored him and went into the room to take a shower.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Yan came out after taking a shower and drying her hair, she saw Qi Yu'an still sitting in the living room.

Wen Yan: "Why didn't you go back?"

Qi Yu'an only saw Wen Yan wearing a simple bathrobe, with water dripping from her hair. Wen Yan was wiping her hair with a towel in her hand, with her arms raised, and the scenery under the bathrobe was vaguely visible.

He did not answer Wen Yan's question, but just stared in amazement.

In fact, he had just hung up the phone not long ago, and he was sitting here just wanting to say "good night" to Wen Yan before going back.

But he had never expected to see such a beautiful view. Forgive him, he couldn't move at all now.

Wen Yan saw Qi Yu'an's reaction and realized the current situation: "I'll go change my clothes."

"Wen Yan." Qi Yu'an's voice had a deep and sexy tone.

Wen Yan felt a numbness in his spine when he heard this. He stopped and stood there without moving.

Qi Yu'an walked up to him, took the towel from his hand, and led him to sit on the sofa. He knelt on one leg on the sofa and continued to wipe his hair: "Why don't you blow dry it before coming out."

Wen Yan let him do what he wanted: "I usually just wipe it, blow-drying my hair is too troublesome."

Qi Yuan's mother said the same thing: "This is not good. It will give you headaches when you get old."

His voice was hoarse, and one could tell that he was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

Wen Yan stopped talking.

When they were almost done wiping, Qi Yu'an asked, "Where is the hair dryer?"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment: "It should be in the closet of the bathroom."

Qi Yu'an seemed particularly polite: "Can I go in and get it?"

Wen Yan looked at him steadily: "Qi Yu'an, do you want to stay?"

Qi Yu'an didn't know how to answer. It would be too hypocritical to say that he didn't want to, but if he honestly answered that he did, it would seem that he had ulterior motives for doing this.