Chapter 164
Because of Wen Qimin's slap, Wen Yanxi's originally confused face showed a hint of understanding.
But his expression did not relax just because he figured out the problem. On the contrary, Wen Yanxi's expression became more solemn and serious.
Wen Qimin also felt guilty for misunderstanding Wen Yanxi and slapping him. Seeing Wen Yanxi's serious expression, he thought he was still wondering why Shen Zhaoyue asked him such a strange question.
Originally, Wen Qimin wanted to help Wen Yanxi solve the problem as a person with experience, but he had never interacted with young girls before, and after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know what to say.
Not only did he not know what to say, he also misunderstood that Wen Yanxi had a bad character. Forget it, in the future, this kind of work that requires using your mouth should be left to the political commissar.
Wen Qimin frowned, trying to recall. "Before I married your aunt, she seemed to have gone through the same ups and downs... Perhaps she's just a little bit afraid of marriage? After all, the transition from an unmarried girl to a new bride means that Yueyue will have to face more problems and bear more responsibilities than before she got married. She's definitely going to feel pressured."
Wen Qimin paused, sighed softly, and continued, "Yueyue's identity is sensitive. She is thoughtful and considerate. As the wedding date draws closer, she will inevitably be anxious and worried. You should be more tolerant of her."
Wen Yanxi nodded in agreement.
As he was speaking, a report came from outside the door. Wen Qing hurried in with a telegram and handed it to Wen Qimin: "Chief, urgent telegram from the border."
Wen Qimin took it immediately and looked at it carefully.
Wen Qing glanced at Wen Yanxi, who stood tall and straight like a pine tree beside him.
Wen Qimin probably finished reading the telegram, rubbing his brow in annoyance, and just waved his hand at Wen Yanxi: "Go away, go back to what you need to do. There's unrest on the border again... Take care of your own business!"
Wen Yanxi saluted, turned around and strode out. Wen Qing was stunned for a second, then hurried to follow.
Outside, Wen Qing caught up with Wen Yanxi in a few steps. He lowered his voice, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, showing his seriousness: "I just heard it. What fear? Uncle, what did you do? How could you make Chen Zhaoyue afraid before the wedding? Doesn't she want to hold the wedding banquet so soon? If it's not possible, let's wait and see!"
“…” Wen Yanxi turned his head to the side, his cold gaze falling on his face.
The office was not big, and the movements and conversations between him and Wen Qimin in the office just now could be heard clearly at the door.
He knew that Wen Qing was not eavesdropping on purpose. After all, anyone passing by the door would be able to hear their conversation.
Wen Yanxi's voice was not loud, but every word struck Wen Qing's eardrums, chilling him to the bone: "Wen Qing, I know you have some thoughts about Shen Zhaoyue, but she is your aunt now, so be careful with your words."
Wen Qing's blood rushed to his head, his face flushed red, and his lips trembled a few times. He wanted to refute, but when he met Wen Yanxi's all-seeing and oppressive black eyes, he couldn't utter a word. Only the rapidly rolling Adam's apple revealed the embarrassment and panic of being exposed.
The three words "little aunt" - like a poisoned ice cone, precise and ruthless, instantly pierced through all of Wen Qing's futile disguises and accumulated courage.
His throat seemed to be blocked by hot sand and gravel, and he couldn't utter a word. His cheeks and neck were burning. It was shame, embarrassment, unwillingness, and the excruciating pain of being completely pierced and nailed to the pillar of morality.
Wen Qing suddenly turned his face away, staring at the corner of the wall, and muttered in a very low voice, as if he was unwilling to accept it, but also as if he was trying to make amends for himself: "...Originally, I was the one who was engaged to her, she should have been my wife..."
"Hmph," Wen Yanxi snorted coldly, showing no mercy. "You said it was true. Didn't you dislike Chen Zhaoyue the moment you saw her, because she was the daughter of a capitalist family, and you were always finding fault with her? Didn't you think she was too pretentious and worried that others would know that you had a fiancée who was betrothed to you when you were young, so you quickly broke off the engagement with her?"
"I..." Wen Qing froze suddenly, blood rushed to his head, then receded in an instant, and his eardrums buzzed.
Wen Yan turned his head to the side, his eyes sweeping across Wen Qing's face, which had suddenly flushed and then suddenly turned pale. He slowly and deliberately added the final blow, each word clear enough to hear the crisp sound of ice chips hitting the ground: "You were the one who proposed to cancel the engagement. No one forced you to make a choice. Now that the engagement is canceled, don't think about it anymore. Now that you regret it and think Chen Zhaoyue is good, she has no obligation to stand there and wait for you."
Wen Yanxi walked forward, the heels of his military boots tapping the ground with a steady and oppressive thud, and every syllable crushed Wen Qing's violently beating heart, "Don't be a bitch."
Those three words fell lightly, yet they weighed more than a thousand pounds.
Wen Qing stood there, watching the cold, hard figure disappear into the shadows around the corner. His broad shoulders seemed to slump under the weight, then tensed again. He slowly raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, his fingertips cold. The sharp pain and suffocation in his chest lingered for a long time.
The corridor was dimly lit and footsteps echoed. Wen Yanxi's mind kept turning over his uncle's words "pre-marital fear", and then he thought of Wen Qing's unwilling eyes and Shen Zhaoyue's hesitant look last night. An inexplicable restlessness was fueling the fire, surging in his chest.
That night, the moon was as cool as water, quietly splashing on the window lattice.
Chen Zhaoyue was leaning against the bedside, reading a medical manual under the desk lamp, her profile soft.
Wen Yanxi came in after taking a shower, all damp and steamy.
He turned off the headlights and walked straight to the bed, and shadows instantly fell.
Chen Zhaoyue subconsciously looked up, but before she could see his expression, her wrist was firmly grasped by a warm, rough hand. The force was not light, and it was so strong that it would not allow her to break free.
Chen Zhaoyue took a breath and the manual fell on the quilt.
Wen Yanxi leaned over, his other hand resting on the edge of the bed beside her. His dark eyes gripped her, churning with emotions she had never seen before. His voice was so low that every word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth: "Yueyue, I'm going to forcefully kiss you now."
He had been thinking about doing this for a day.
What about pre-marital phobia and anxiety? He has plenty of ways to keep her mind occupied with all those messy things.
A look of surprise flashed across Chen Zhaoyue's pretty face, but soon, her eyes were filled with smiles, and her soft hands gently stroked the inside of his wrist: "Uncle, if you tell me, it's not a forced kiss anymore."
After saying that, without waiting for Wen Yanxi to move, Chen Zhaoyue suddenly raised her head and pressed her soft lips against his slightly cool lips that tasted of mint toothpaste.
A cunning light flashed in Chen Zhaoyue’s eyes, and she smiled and said, “That’s called a forced kiss!”
Wen Yanxi's eyes darkened and he deepened the kiss.
After the kiss, Chen Zhaoyue leaned in Wen Yanxi's arms, panting, "So you didn't say much all night just thinking about forcing a kiss on me?"
Wen Yanxi hugged Chen Zhaoyue tightly and said in a deep voice in her ear: "Yueyue, you... don't be afraid, don't be anxious, I will definitely treat you well. Besides, my parents are both dead, so you don't have to deal with the complicated relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."
"I have an allowance, so you don't have to worry about making money to support your family. If you like working at the health center, you can continue to shine in your field. If you don't like working at the health center, you can resign. Whatever you choose, I support you."
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