Chapter 163
The action of eating rice stopped, and the chopsticks in Wen Yanxi's hand scraped across the bottom of the aluminum lunch box, making a short and harsh sound. It seemed that it could not withstand the force of holding it, and broke with a click.
Wen Yanxi raised his eyes and looked at Chen Zhaoyue thoroughly. A hint of doubt flashed across those eyes that always seemed overly calm, like a stone dropped into a deep pond, which died away before ripples even formed.
This wasn't the first time she'd asked such a hypothetical question, nor was it the first time he'd heard such a bizarre-sounding question.
He knew that Chen Zhaoyue felt insecure, but her problem now was not just a lack of security. She seemed a little anxious?
Wen Yanxi placed the broken chopsticks on the table, making a slight crisp sound.
"There's no such possibility." Wen Yanxi looked at Chen Zhaoyue seriously, his tone flat, as if stating a law of physics. "My personal innocence cannot be violated by anyone. As long as I don't want anyone to get close to me."
Wen Yanxi paused, his eyes sweeping across her slightly tense profile, "Who would do such a thing?"
Looking at Chen Zhaoyue, Wen Yanxi tried to read something from the subtle shadow, "Why do you suddenly ask such a strange question?"
Chen Zhaoyue avoided his scrutiny, lowered her head and picked up a piece of braised tofu with her chopsticks. Her strength was a little out of control, and the tofu was broken into pieces.
Chen Zhaoyue forced a short laugh, "Nothing, just... just asking."
Wen Yanxi's gaze stayed on her lowered head for two seconds. The doubt did not disappear, but that was all.
In fact, even if Chen Zhaoyue said nothing, Wen Yanxi had a vague guess in his heart.
A face that made him feel sick flashed through Wen Yanxi's mind. If it was really Liu Siyu who dared to do that to him, he would never let Liu Siyu go.
In this day and age, strict separation between men and women is a big deal. Not to mention doing something as intimate as kissing in public, even holding hands outside will result in people pointing fingers at you.
Even if he wanted to be intimate with Chen Zhaoyue, he would only kiss her, hug her and lift her up after he got home and closed the door.
If Liu Siyu dared to forcefully kiss him and ruin his innocence, he would sue her for being a hooligan and give her a pure copper peanut!
It seems that Liu Siyu's existence and her actions during this period have affected Chen Zhaoyue's mentality. Although Chen Zhaoyue said that he didn't take Liu Siyu seriously, he actually still minded her.
Chen Zhaoyue cares about him!
This thought made Wen Yanxi feel sweet in his heart, as if the food in his bowl at this moment was not pork ribs stewed with potatoes and braised tofu, but honey.
Wen Yanxi picked up a new pair of chopsticks and continued eating.
The air became silent again, leaving only the faint sounds of the two people eating.
The dinner ended in a tacit silence.
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The next morning, Wen Qimin's office.
Wen Qimin sat behind his desk and pushed a document in front of Wen Yanxi.
"The process has been refined again, and this is the final version. Let's take another look at it. There's still a week left, so there's still time to raise any ideas." Wen Qimin's voice carried the usual calmness of someone who has been in a high position for a long time, but his speech speed was a little faster than usual, revealing the importance he attached to this marriage.
Wen Yanxi picked up the document. Every step of the wedding, the precise timing, the personnel arrangements, the process was not complicated. He quickly scanned it, his eyes sweeping over the handwritten regular script words—welcoming guests, oaths, toasts... Everything was perfect, in line with the theme and requirements of this era.
"No problem." Wen Yanxi put the document back on the table, his voice as steady as always.
Wen Qimin nodded, leaned back in his chair, and folded his hands on the table: "What about Yueyue? Is everything confirmed? Girls tend to get a little emotional at the last minute, so you should comfort her."
Mentioning Chen Zhaoyue, the scene at the dinner table last night suddenly popped into Wen Yanxi's mind. Her glint in his eyes, that abrupt, almost absurd question. He almost ignored it, but perhaps it was his uncle's mention of "little emotion" that triggered it. Wen Yanxi paused and, for once, spoke up.
"She's been asking me some strange questions lately..." Wen Yanxi chose his words carefully.
"Oh?" Wen Qimin raised an eyebrow, showing some interest, "For example?"
Wen Yanxi looked conflicted, as if she found it difficult to speak. "Last night at dinner, she suddenly asked me what I would do if I was forcibly kissed by a woman other than her."
The office suddenly became eerily quiet. Even the sparrows on the branches outside the window stopped chirping, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
The relaxed look on Wen Qimin's face instantly evaporated. He stared at Wen Yanxi, his gaze so sharp that it almost peeled off the expressionless surface of Wen Yanxi's face.
After a few seconds of dead silence, the old man suddenly stood up from his chair, leaned forward, and raised his hand without warning across the large desk.
“Bang!”
A heavy and crisp Tathagata Palm slapped Wen Yanxi's shoulder.
The force was so great that Wen Yanxi was caught off guard and lost his balance. He staggered and almost fell.
Wen Yanxi felt a burning pain on his shoulder. He steadied himself, pressed the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, and raised his eyes to look at the furious Wen Qimin.
For the first time, astonishment was clearly reflected in the depths of his usually calm eyes, but more of it was a kind of cold confusion.
"Uncle?"
"You still have the nerve to ask!" Wen Qimin's chest heaved as he pointed at him, his fingers trembling slightly with anger. "Why would she worry about this for no reason?! Huh? Wen Yanxi, what else is on your mind all day besides your training? Did you get close to some shady woman and let her know?!"
Wen Yanxi's jawline tensed for a moment. He stood up straight and looked at Wen Qimin. The astonishment in his eyes faded away and was once again covered by an icy calmness. However, under this calmness, there was a crack of disbelief.
"You still don't believe in my character?" Wen Yanxi's voice was lower and deeper than before, each word piercing the stagnant air. "Don't you know who I am? If I could get along normally with other women, I wouldn't have waited until now to get married, and my wife wouldn't be Chen Zhaoyue."
The enraged Wen Qimin seemed to be jolted by these words, frozen in place. He gasped, glaring at his nephew's impassive face, seemingly weighing his options vigorously.
In the nearly frozen silence, the rage in Wen Qimin's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deeper, more complex scrutiny. He knew this nephew well; his almost cold rationality was indeed his greatest quality.
Loyalty is something engraved in Wen Yanxi's bones.
The old man's tense shoulders slowly slumped, and he sat back down in his chair with a dull thud. His anger died down, but something heavier weighed on him. He waved his hand, exhausted, "...Yes, I know you wouldn't."
Wen Yanxi stood there, his shoulder burning with pain. He didn't know if it was his uncle's slap that had shattered some bones.
He just took off the sling on his arm a few days ago. Will he have to put it back on again?
But he promised Chen Zhaoyue that he would be a handsome groom and leave no regrets on their wedding.
The slap from his uncle was like a red-hot needle, which unexpectedly pierced through the barriers of his usual thinking and suddenly nailed Chen Zhaoyue's seemingly nonsensical question and those flashing eyes from last night into the depths of his consciousness.
It's not ridiculous.
Not casually.
A huge crack suddenly appeared in the frozen rationality, and the icy chill wrapped in an unprecedented fear suddenly grabbed Wen Yanxi's heart - that was not some meaningless fantasy.
It's her reminder!
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