Chapter 9
Wen Zhenni drove very fast and got out of the elevator. The entrance sensor light came on and her eyes subconsciously went to the depths of the shoe cabinet.
When I saw a pair of men's handmade leather shoes placed neatly in their right place, a sense of relaxation silently slipped from my tense shoulders and neck, and the heart that had been hanging all the way was finally half relieved.
There was a night light on in the master bedroom. After taking a shower, Wen Zhenni turned off the light and tiptoed towards the person on the bed.
The man was already fast asleep, one hand resting behind his head. He was wearing silk pajamas, and his already broad shoulders were now taut from his constant fitness.
One hand couldn't hold him, so she leaned half of her body over to barely hold him.
Perhaps the movement was too big and woke her up. Ciheng turned his head to the side, without opening his eyes, and took her into his arms.
"Did it wake you?"
"Hmm." The man hummed, his voice slightly nasal. "Anything to say?"
Wen Zhenni held his face and gently stroked it, her tone unusually serious, "I saw the trending searches, the situation is not good, the stock price may fall."
"Employee leaks, coupled with divorce rumors, caused market sentiment to deteriorate rapidly, leading to panic selling in the secondary market and an inevitable drop in stock prices."
"Are you worried?" Ci Heng rubbed her shoulders and soothed her, "It's just temporary, it's nothing serious."
Wen Zhenni couldn't help him, so she hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "How about we make our marriage public?"
"It's not necessary."
The man was very sleepy and just wanted to sleep, "Sleep."
He had grown the overseas company step by step in just three years, and his abilities had long exceeded her expectations.
All she could do was believe that he could solve any problem.
Since he said no, Wen Zhenni stopped asking questions, leaned into the man's arms, and closed her eyes with peace of mind.
Maybe it was because she had slept in the man's body all night, and her sleeping posture made it convenient for the person next to her, so she was woken up by a kiss early in the morning.
She was sleepy and tired last night and had nightmares. When the dim morning light shone into the room, Wen Zhenni opened her eyes with a somewhat confused expression. After her vision focused, she could clearly see the man's face in front of her.
The bedroom in the early morning was so quiet that she could clearly hear the breathing, and she was immersed in the gentle morning light.
Wen Zhenni's cheeks and ears suddenly became congested, and she unconsciously pursed her lips.
“…”
It seems that last night's worries were unnecessary. He was in the mood to do this kind of thing, so it seemed that the situation was not that serious.
"Ciheng, I have to go to the set."
She kicked her legs and told him to get up quickly.
Ci Heng held her legs firmly, with a businesslike expression, "Make up last week's homework. You can continue sleeping, it won't delay you."
Even though he is like this, she can still continue to sleep. She is really heartless.
"No, I'll be late."
Director Zhong has a bad temper and scolds everyone he meets. She can't stand it.
Wen Zhenni pushed his chest, but the man was as heavy as a mountain and did not move at all. He even freed one hand to hold her wrist.
The slightly cool lips immediately pressed against the side of her neck, with irresistible force, again and again, leaving a burning mark.
He is not someone who would compromise himself. There is no room for negotiation on what he wants to do.
This domineering nature has only intensified since marriage. Normally, he can restrain himself somewhat, but when he's alone, his willfulness is unleashed without reservation. It's fine when they're not together, but when they are, he seems to have endless energy, constantly coming up with new and exciting things.
"Ciheng, below the neck is not allowed... the neck is even more not allowed."
She reminded him with an unsteady breath, "We have to wear makeup when filming, it can't be covered up."
What would people think when they see it?
"So where do you want to be, you say?"
Ciheng's low voice contained a deliberate teasing tone. Although the force between her teeth was strong, she still obediently left the kiss mark in an invisible place.
Wen Zhenni: "..."
The man who took off his glasses seemed to have released the seal of his reserve and self-respect. His eyes were deep and his expression was lazy. His facial features were so impactful at such close range.
Only at this moment did Wen Zhenni realize that her will was not as strong as she had imagined. The seductive appearance was so close that it easily broke down her defenses.
The sound of rejection died on her lips, and her fingertips unconsciously sank into his hair, inadvertently tightening their grip.
The slight pain of his hair roots being pulled made him gasp, and his hoarse voice carried a hint of helplessness, "Ancestor, please be gentle, don't pull out all your husband's hair."
Wen Zhenni pushed his shoulder and said, "Then get up."
Ci Heng turned a deaf ear to her and focused on his own affairs. During this time, he even had the mind to ask her, "You said you don't like it?"
“…”Can she say no?
When his palm passed over her knees, Wen Zhenni suddenly closed her legs together to prevent the next move, staring at him innocently, "You weren't like this before."
“What was it like before?”
Ci Heng clamped her chin, with a lazy smile under his gentle appearance, "It's not the first day you know who I am."
Faced with the dangerous aura that was still lingering, she knew not to provoke it.
But she really had to go to work.
When the alarm clock stubbornly rang for the third time, she almost cried, "They are really coming soon."
"So we have to race against time. The more you struggle, the more time you waste." The man's voice was hoarse and low. As he spoke, his arm had already firmly grasped her knees and lifted her up into the air.
Wen Zhenni struggled with her legs, but this man was like a solid wall. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't budge at all. Instead, she was held even more tightly in his arms.
"Ciheng, why didn't I realize you were so hateful before?"
"Is it wrong to fulfill my obligations?"
He patted her hip gently, saying confidently, "And it was Grandma's idea. She repeatedly told me to spend more time with you to make up for my three years of absence. You know, I always listen to her."
Is that what the old man meant?
"Humph, you just use grandma as a shield."
Her strength was like scratching an itch. The more she struggled, the more it aroused his inherent desire for control.
The hot kiss spread like raindrops from the side of her neck. The arms around her waist tightened inch by inch. Wen Zhenni could only lie in the almost suffocating shackles, letting the loss of control sweep through every inch of her senses.
"Sister, are you still sleeping?"
The sudden questioning voice from the living room startled her and made her back tense up.
"Hiss." Ciheng let out a gasp from his throat, complaining in a half-truthful tone, "Can't you be a little gentler? Do you really think I'm made of steel?"
Wen Zhenni angrily accused the culprit.
The footsteps outside the room were still approaching. She grabbed Ciheng's arm and punched it a few times, lowering her voice to a very low tone, "Don't talk."
After a few painless thrusts, the man remained motionless. Instead, he chuckled softly, his chest shaking slightly, with a hint of the unbridled satisfaction of a successful prank. "What are you panicking about? We're a legitimate couple, and we're not doing anything shameful."
He calmly adjusted his posture, holding her more steadily in his arms, as if he was waiting calmly for someone to open the door.
"Sister Zhenni, are you in the room?"
Orange didn't hear a response and turned the doorknob with a suspicious look on his face.
The master bedroom is locked and I can't get in.
It's strange, because usually she is the only one who goes upstairs in the morning, and Sister Zhenni won't lock the bedroom.
She had no choice but to raise her hand and knock on the door, "Sister, are you in there?"
"I-I'm here."
The voice that came out was a little hoarse, which startled her heart and made her almost bite her tongue. "I'm taking a shower, right away."
"Take a shower?" Ci Heng's warm breath brushed the corner of her lips, and he looked at her flustered expression with amusement, "I'll help you."
"No, I can do it myself." Wen Zhenni was afraid that he would do something else, so she made a fuss and wanted to go down.
Ci Heng half coaxed and half threatened, "Hold it tight, or I will carry you out now."
Wen Zhenni, who was completely controlled, instantly wilted. She shut her mouth in frustration, hugged his neck tightly, and urged him in a muffled voice: "Then hurry up."
Ciheng stopped teasing her and carried her into the bathroom, turned on the shower and helped her wash off the sweat.
After the moisture on her body was absorbed by the bath towel, Ciheng wrapped her in a large bath towel, picked her up by her legs and carried her into the cloakroom.
"Underwear?" He asked with his eyes lowered.
Wen Zhenni tiptoed and pointed to the middle drawer.
Ciheng freed one hand and picked up a set of underwear.
He helped her put it on and fastened the buckles neatly. He was very well-behaved throughout the whole process and did not overstep the line in the slightest.
Wen Zhenni was also surprised.
Noticing that she was distracted, Ci Heng stopped, pinched her cheek and slowly approached her, "Why, you don't plan to go to work?"
Wen Zhenni blushed, grabbed the down jacket and ran out as if escaping.
Chengzi always felt that Wen Zhenni was acting weird today.
Not only did she lock the bedroom in the morning, but when she changed her shoes, she also saw a pair of men's leather shoes in the shoe cabinet.
She also pays special attention to trending searches, and during breaks, she holds her mobile phone to read the news.
Chengzi couldn't help but ask, "Sister Zhenni, are you worried about something?"
Is it that obvious?
Wen Zhenni's eyes wandered, "No, I'm just looking around."
I have been following Taihua's stock price for a day. It has dropped by 5%, which has little impact and can even be ignored.
She closed her Weibo account and casually asked, "Xiao Chengzi, are there any melons to eat today?"
Chengzi thought for a moment and said, "Sister Wan Lei's limelight has almost faded. She recently started to get involved in new business, but was snatched away by Yu Lanfei."
"I don't know what Yu Lanfei's background is, but he's got tons of marketing and resources, and he's even got endorsements from a lot of top artists."
This is nothing new.
Wen Zhenni yawned with a lack of interest, "That's it?"
"Isn't this amazing?"
Chengzi's expression was exaggerated. "Even a rich girl like Dai Li doesn't have such resources and treatment."
These are the things that go on in the entertainment industry. To be honest, there is nothing to be surprised about.
Wen Zhenni was bored, so she opened Ciheng's chat box and asked him where he was and what he wanted to eat tonight.
Ciheng: [Jinhuang Night Banquet, Feng Zhen's drinking party, do you want to come?]
It’s Feng Zhen’s business, so I can go over and have a meal there.
"Orange, give me the notice."
Wen Zhenni asked Chengzi for the notice.
There aren't many scenes left, so we can wrap up early.
"When we're done working, you can go home. I'll go back by myself."
Usually when she says she's going home, she probably means she's going out to have fun.
Orange couldn't control her, and said with a bitter expression, "Then you should control your diet a little."
"knew.
Wen Zhenni pinched her chubby face and continued filming.
After work, go directly to Jinhuang Night Banquet.
It was the private room that Feng Zhen often used for parties with his friends.
It covers an area of 1,000 square meters, is in a secluded location, and has great privacy.
Everyone who came tonight was Feng Zhen’s friends, and Wen Zhenni knew them all.
As soon as she appeared, everyone started to make a fuss.
"Wow, our big star is here."
"Sister Zhenni, long time no see, I hope you are well."
There was a huge crowd of people. Some looked at Ciheng who was sitting in the upper seat, while others gave up the seats next to Ciheng with a wink.
Wen Zhenni greeted everyone and sat next to Ciheng.
Feng Zhen ordered the waiter to serve the dishes and immediately handed her the dessert menu. "Sister-in-law, don't worry about them. Order what you like."
The desserts here are expensive, but they are really delicious and you can choose them blindly.
Wen Zhenni ordered raspberry cupcakes and gold foil macarons.
"I can't eat more than that, so let's just have these two."
Feng Zhen: "Eat as much as you can."
The dishes were all served. Ci Heng put some food on her plate and said, "Staying up late will damage your blood. Just try some fresh desserts and drink more soup to replenish your nutrition."
Wen Zhenni: "No, my father taught me not to waste food."
"puff--"
Feng Zhen grinned happily, "That's easy. If you can't finish it, let Brother Heng pack it up and take it back."
"Brother Feng, are you serious? The word 'packing' is too niche."
All the people present here are rich kids who spend money like water. They won’t feel bad if they don’t eat a bite of dishes that cost more than four figures per person. So who would really pack up the food?
So everyone just took it as a joke.
Ci Heng ignored him and placed the bowl of soup in front of Wen Zhenni. "Drink the soup."
This set of movements is smooth and easy to perform.
Feng Zhen couldn't help but glance at it several times, then turned to Wen Zhenni and said, "This clear-boiled turtle soup is a new dish we developed. Come and try it. Isn't it very delicious?"
Wen Zhenni took two bites out of courtesy and found it was indeed good.
The soup is delicious, rich and very refreshing.
Jinhuang Banquet mainly serves Chinese food. The chef team is composed of well-known chefs hired at high salaries from all over the country. They have their own specialties in the eight major cuisines, ensuring that every dish retains the most authentic taste.
Every time Wen Zhenni comes here, she orders his signature dishes: tea-roasted pigeon and lemon-fried ribs.
It would be unsightly to eat these two dishes by yourself, so usually you ask the waiter to help you pick them out.
Feng Zhen said, "I'll have them pick the fish before serving it."
"Goodbye, the bones you didn't pick yourself have no soul."
Wen Zhenni put on disposable gloves and started to pick the ribs.
The ribs are fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a layer of oil on the surface. When you take a bite, the fresh and rich juice spreads freely in your mouth.
Wen Zhenni was chewing on the ribs while listening to others talking and occasionally interjecting a few words.
The food was delicious, but unfortunately her eyes were big but her stomach was small. She really couldn’t finish the whole table of food, and all the dishes on the plate ended up in Ciheng’s stomach.
The snacks were untouched and all clean, so she asked me to pack them up and take them home to eat.
Feng Zhen was shocked: "It's really packed."
Ciheng glanced at him and wiped his hands slowly, "Whatever's left is mine."
Feng Zhen's eyes were suddenly filled with infinite sympathy. "...Now I really believe it. You two can't be a fake couple."
Whose plastic husband is willing to be his wife's kitchen waste bin.
Feng Zhen made jokes and accompanied the couple out of the private room. The staff happened to bring a Samoyed over.
The moment she saw the dog, Wen Zhenni opened her arms and rushed over, "My lovely marshmallow!"
Marshmallow is Feng Zhen’s favorite pet, a big snow-white dog that runs like a dandelion and jumps into Wen Zhenni’s arms.
She hugged Marshmallow, buried her head in the fluff and sucked it hard.
"Hubby, let's get a dog, or a cat."
After returning home, Wen Zhenni suddenly had an idea and suggested raising a dog.
In view of her short-lived enthusiasm, Ciheng refused without mercy, "The family can only have one, you choose it yourself."
Wen Zhenni didn't give up, "But I love cats and dogs so much, can't I have one?"
"Do you understand how to raise it?"
Ciheng unbuttoned his coat with one hand, took it off, and asked her, "Didn't I tell you not to keep it? Do you have time to take care of it?"
"Every day you have to feed and walk the dog, take it to the hospital if it's sick, and clean up its hair and poop. Can you do that?"
Wen Zhenni argued softly, "Don't we still have my aunt at home?"
Ciheng rubbed his forehead, "So, is it you who keeps the dog, or is it Auntie who keeps the dog?"
Wen Zhenni: “…Humph.”
What a disappointing man.
Spring is the time when dogs shed their fur. When she hugged Marshmallow, a lot of dog hair got stuck on her body.
Ciheng sighed and pointed at her, "Change your clothes."
Wen Zhenni said "Oh" and went to take a shower.
I changed into my pajamas, returned to the master bedroom, and forgot about it.
Ciheng never mentioned it again after that. She continued filming from morning till night and fell asleep as soon as she got home.
Time flies, and before she knew it, it was mid-April and her drama was successfully completed.
Wan Lei’s scandal is over and she has started appearing at brand Gaozhu events.
At the same time, the members of sweety have renewed their contracts with JY Entertainment one after another, and both the official and the studio have issued announcements.
In other words, except for Wen Zhenni, all other members have confirmed that they will continue to cooperate with the company. Therefore, the question of her future has become a hot topic.
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I really like my first draft, but I can't say it. [Poor]
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