Chapter 28 Uncle, do you have a partner?
"Yanxi, she said so." Wen Qimin looked at him calmly, "What do you think?"
“…” Wen Yanxi was silent for a moment, the shadow of his drooping eyelashes covering the surging emotions in his eyes.
After a long while, he raised his eyes again, frowning slightly and said, "You didn't tell her...about my physical condition?"
Wen Qimin sighed heavily, wrinkles forming between his brows. "That kid Wen Qing was there, so I couldn't say anything."
Even Wen Qing was unaware that Wen Yanxi had a physical problem and could not have children.
After all, this is a matter concerning a man's dignity. Even though it is a family member, Wen Qimin knew the limits and did not say it out loud.
Besides, Wen Qing is still a young boy. What if he gets excited chatting with his comrades in the army and tells others about this? Wouldn’t Wen Yanxi have any face left?
"Besides..." Wen Qimin's voice suddenly softened, his tone filled with helplessness: "This is your own business. I won't say a word without your permission."
Wen Yanxi's lips were pursed into a pale straight line, his eyes drooped, and the air in the office seemed to freeze.
Wen Qimin's gaze lingered on him for a long time, as if he wanted to see through his straight military uniform and see the turmoil in his heart.
"How about..." After a long while, the old general spoke slowly, his tone tentative: "How about you two have dinner together tonight?"
He paused, tapping the table lightly with his knuckles. "If you have anything to say, you young people can chat among yourselves."
Wen Yanxi's Adam's apple rolled slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he finally nodded: "Okay."
The voice was low, as if it came from deep in the chest.
The two discussed for a while before Wen Yanxi left the office.
Wen Qimin looked at his back and murmured softly, "If the two of them could really become one...it would be a wonderful thing."
Anyway, he also likes that little girl Chen Zhaoyue. If nothing works out between them, he might as well adopt her as his granddaughter!
It can be considered that I have lived up to my friend's trust.
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In the evening, Wen Yanxi finished his training early, went home to take a shower, and changed into a clean military uniform before coming to Wen Qimin's courtyard.
He paused at the door, raised his hand to adjust his collar, and showed a rare sense of nervousness.
As soon as you enter the house, the aroma of food hits you.
Wen Qimin specially asked the kitchen staff to prepare a table full of delicious dishes today, including braised pork, steamed fish, and pickled cabbage...all of them were delicious and tasty.
Wen Qing sat opposite Shen Zhaoyue, staring at her.
"Uncle!" Wen Qing stood up immediately when he saw Wen Yanxi coming.
Chen Zhaoyue, who was sitting opposite, lit up her eyes when she saw Wen Yanxi.
After not seeing each other for a day, Wen Yanxi looked more handsome in military uniform than in casual clothes, and more to her liking.
"Uncle, please sit down..." Wen Qing greeted him warmly.
But before he could finish his words, Shen Zhaoyue interrupted him: “Sit here, uncle, sit next to me!”
"Hey, my uncle won't sit with a capitalist lady like you!" Qing stuck out his neck, looking like a wolf cub with its fur standing on end.
Chen Zhaoyue scoffed lightly, twirling her fingertips around the ends of her hair: "If I don't sit with me, am I going to squeeze in with a brat like you?"
The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a hint of pride.
"Who are you calling a brat?" Wen Qing gritted his teeth in anger.
"Whoever responds gets to speak!" Chen Zhaoyue smiled proudly.
It's quite funny to see this little boy get angry when he's teased.
“You…!” Wen Qing couldn’t win the argument, and couldn’t take action either, so he could only stand there helplessly and furiously.
"Uncle, come here quickly." Chen Zhaoyue had already turned to look at Wen Qingxi.
Hot and expectant eyes stared at him, waiting for him to make a decision.
Wen Yanxi paused slightly, was silent for two seconds, then walked over and sat down next to Shen Zhaoyue.
"Uncle, you..." Wen Qing's eyes widened with disbelief.
Is this still his uncle?
He, the uncle who was known as the "living devil" in the army, was actually sitting obediently next to this unruly girl at this moment?
Apart from that troublesome face, Chen Zhaoyue also has a temper so bad that it can piss off an entire reinforced company. Could it be that his uncle has been put under a spell?
Seeing Wen Yanxi sitting over, Chen Zhaoyue looked at Wen Qing proudly.
When she raised her head, her neck formed a graceful arc, like a proud swan.
Although he didn't say a word, Wen Qing was so angry that his temples were throbbing and his fists were clenched under the table.
If he hadn't been concerned that the other party was a girl, he should have let this girl see the fighting skills of the army.
"Tsk!" Wen Qing squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "My uncle just saw that you were a guest, so..."
Before he could finish his words, a gaze as sharp as an ice blade slashed across at him, and he immediately shut up like a cat with its neck pinched.
"Wen Qing, where are your manners?" He also knew that Chen Zhaoyue was a girl and a guest, and yet she spoke so rudely. Where did all the things she learned in the army in the past few years go?
Wen Qing: “…”
He couldn't control it, it was because Chen Zhaoyue was so irritating!
Chen Zhaoyue did not miss these small details and looked at Wen Yanxi with joy.
It seems that her uncle is not completely indifferent to her.
“Uncle, you…” Shen Zhaoyue leaned forward slightly, and was about to start a chat.
Wen Qimin stepped into the hall in the twilight. When his eyes swept over the two people sitting side by side, his sharp brows instantly relaxed, and even the corners of his mouth, which had been tightly pursed for years, loosened a lot.
"Are you all here?" His voice was unusually cheerful. "Let's eat."
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After the meal, Chen Zhaoyue tapped the table lightly with her fingertips and cast a look at Wen Yanxi: "Uncle, shall we go to the front yard to digest the food?"
Although Wen Qimin didn't say it directly, she knew that this dinner tonight was to create an opportunity for her and her uncle.
Of course she has to seize the opportunity!
Wen Yanxi paused slightly while clearing the dishes, and the porcelain bowl made a slight "tapping" sound when it touched the wooden table.
He raised his eyes and met Chen Zhaoyue's expectant eyes, which were reflected by the light and were astonishingly bright.
What’s more, Chen Zhaoyue suddenly moved closer, lowered his voice, and the ending tone was like a small hook: “I didn’t even have a chance to talk to you just now.”
Wen Yanxi looked away uncomfortably and nodded silently.
The two walked towards the front yard. Just after taking a few steps, they heard Wen Qing's anxious footsteps behind them.
"Wait! I..." Before he could finish his words, Wen Qimin grabbed the back of his collar.
The old commander glared at him: "You little bastard, you're everywhere!"
He doesn't want this engagement, but he's still making trouble here. What a bastard!
"You will be responsible for washing the dishes today!" Wen Qimin said as he stuffed the apron into his arms.
“…”
Under pressure from his grandfather's bloodline, Wen Qing had to start clearing the dishes, but he would look up at the yard from time to time while clearing.
So frustrating!
His wise and brave uncle must not fall into the trap of that capitalist lady!
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On the other side, two people walked to the front yard one after the other. The night was a little cool and the moonlight stretched their shadows very long.
Shen Zhaoyue glanced quietly at the tall figure beside him, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
Wen Yanxi always kept a distance of about one step, walking in silence, with no intention of speaking.
If this continues, when will we be able to confirm the relationship?
"Uncle," Shen Zhaoyue walked for a while, then suddenly stopped, turned around and asked directly: "Do you have a partner?"
This sentence was like a stone that suddenly broke the originally calm surface of the lake.
Wen Yanxi paused, tilted his head slowly, and his Adam's apple rolled twice before he uttered two words: "No."
"So what do you think of me?" She stood on tiptoe to shorten the last ten centimeters of height difference. Her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and the light in her pupils was like two dancing flames.
This straight shot made Wen Yanxi's breathing slow down, and his fingers in his pockets curled up unconsciously.
Silence is like stretched malt sugar, so sticky that you can pull it into threads.
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