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The newlywed wife, who had rushed back to her hometown without even finishing her meal, arrived home late at night. When Jin Yanzhi received a message from the driver informing him that they were almost home, he immediately got up and went to the kitchen to bring out the chicken soup that had been simmering in a clay pot.
On the table were the yellow croaker wontons he had brought back that evening, fresh out of the pot. The person who entered had her makeup ruined by crying, and her expensive cheongsam was covered in dust, but she seemed to care less about that after running around for many days. The figure who had taken off her shoes and run into the dining room suddenly threw herself into his arms.
Looking down at the familiar scent in his arms, President Jin, who was usually unfazed by any crisis, suddenly felt flustered. His heartache mixed with helplessness and anger churned painfully in his chest.
“I noticed you hadn’t eaten enough last night, and luckily someone delivered some fresh matsutake mushrooms today, so I asked Sister Qiao to make matsutake chicken soup.”
We just made some wontons at home. I've been waiting for you and I'm hungry too. Let's eat something together.
He left the banquet midway through and returned home in a sorry state in the middle of the night.
This husband, who is usually extremely controlling, was remarkably tolerant of today's out-of-control situation and didn't ask any questions. He simply led her to the table, ladled out the chicken soup, and made sure it was cool enough to drink before placing it in front of himself.
After taking the first sip of soup, the person who had opened their appetite and started eating heartily seemed to have finally recovered a bit. The grievances and sorrows from their hometown, and the anxiety on the way home, all turned into a surge of hunger at this moment, which was swallowed whole along with the sweetness in their mouth.
Only after she finished everything in front of her did the person beside her seem satisfied. He quickly finished the food in his bowl, then took his wife's hand and hurried upstairs. A hot bath was the best way to wash away fatigue and bad mood. Lin Zhen'er took off her clothes, stood under the shower, closed her eyes, and covered her face with her hands. The liquid that flowed from between her fingers was a little salty. She restrained herself and did not cry out a sound.
The man, who had left the bedroom, returned from the balcony after the sound of running water in the bathroom had been heard for a while. He hadn't smoked like this in a long time.
In the past, he would only smoke several cigarettes in a row to vent his emotions when he encountered some difficult problem. But tonight, he had already smoked an entire box, numbing his senses with one placebo after another, when finally a message popped up on WeChat:
"We've made the arrangements here. Let's detain him for fifteen days to teach him a lesson. The maximum detention time for gambling is now."
The warm light from the bedside table shone on his handsome face, which was pursed in anger. His thick eyelashes trembled, casting shadows on his face. After a long while, he finally sent his reply. The concise "good" was filled with his unwillingness, yet it also betrayed his helplessness.
"I went home today and had a few words with my mom, so I came back late."
The woman, emerging from her shower like a child caught doing something wrong, hurriedly explained why she was late. She looked at him cautiously, her slender white fingers nervously fidgeting with the straps of her bathrobe, causing her fingertips to turn slightly red.
Mr. Jin, who immediately stood up, looked at the water droplets dripping from the wet ends of her hair, sighed heavily, got up and fetched a hairdryer. While drying his lover's hair, he lowered his head and kissed her fair earlobe, softly replying:
"It's alright, Zhen'er, I'll wait for you no matter how late it is..."
These days, she has gotten used to sleeping in her lover's arms. She dried her hair peacefully under his care, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into the slippery quilt. The body temperature of the person next to her was hot, and the high-thread-count bedding felt very comfortable.
In the darkness, a faint scent of cedar lingered around my nose, and not far away, a puppy that had been brought up earlier was purring contentedly.
The surrounding environment was warm and luxurious. At this moment, she suddenly felt like a starving homeless person who had escaped from a refugee camp. In her most helpless moment, she stumbled into the most luxurious palace and suddenly had everything she never dared to dream of.
As dawn broke, she still had to attend the wrap-up celebration for the new drama on time, and she also needed to work hard on the sequel. Thinking of this, the person who had completely relaxed in her lover's arms finally closed her eyes wearily and quickly fell asleep.
"My neighbor told me this morning that several shady gambling dens in Xijiang have been raided, and that bastard was caught red-handed gambling inside."
This time, we'll lock him up for over ten days. He'll probably behave for a while after he gets out, and we can have some peace and quiet then.
Her mother's messages were always so untimely. Sitting in the car on her way to an event, Lin Zhen'er glanced at the "good news" that was hard to call good news, and then turned her head warily to look at her husband who was working.
Seeing that the other party's expression remained normal, without even raising an eyebrow, he breathed a sigh of relief. Today's events were too coincidental. Although the government had been cracking down on gambling in recent years, he had just experienced extortion last night, and the next morning his father, a biologist, was detained—it was hard not to be suspicious.
She was afraid that the people around her would find out something, but she didn't know what she was afraid of.
It was indeed not her fault, but after spending these days together, something in her heart began to grow uncontrollably like weeds. Among them were an uncontrollable concern for her new husband and an unexpected dependence on him, and the rest was all a sudden awakening of self-esteem.
It turns out that falling in love with someone really can make you feel inferior. Jin Yanzhi is too much like the god she created in the book; from every angle, he seems too perfect. So much so that when she stands next to him, thinking about the terrible things happening at home, it's hard not to feel ashamed of herself.
The celebration was more crowded than usual, with the investors and lead actors of the drama all making time to attend, a rare occurrence for the project's success. As the largest investor, the Kim family was naturally seated at the head table, where, carrying the dual identities of Mrs. Kim and a key member of the production team, the contract for the second sequel appeared right on time.
Lin Zhen'er stared blankly at the contract she wanted for a while, then immediately took out her small bag and carefully signed and stamped it on the table full of fine wine and delicacies.
"Yan Zhi really has a good eye. None of the projects I invested in following his lead have lost money."
So I specifically instructed that today's dishes be prepared with care. This pigeon swallow's nest is something he's loved since he was a child. Mrs. Jin, you've had this in Xijiang before, haven't you? Did you enjoy it?"
The person who had just picked up a spoon to drink the soup almost laughed when she heard this. Jiang Chengjing, dressed to the nines again, was standing behind her in a lace dress covered in rhinestones, watching the smug new screenwriter with a glass of red wine in hand.
"The soup today has a bit of a fishy smell, not as good as the partridge and swallow soup we usually drink. You should tell the team to pay more attention."
Just as he was about to get up to protect his wife, the small figure in front of him interrupted him, so he had no choice but to remain seated at the table, watching the situation unfold. He liked her increasingly courageous demeanor, no longer the timid and hesitant woman she had been when they first got together.
"I loved reading when I was a child, and I even wanted to be a screenwriter back then."
Yanzhi once said that when we grew up, he would use the family's film and television company to adapt my books. Unexpectedly, although I didn't realize that dream, you did end up marrying a screenwriter, thus fulfilling your promise from back then.
The woman in the elegant attire, still stubbornly insisting on her own way, continued to chatter on about her childhood antics, trying to provoke the newlywed socialite.
Jin Yanzhi's head immediately throbbed with anxiety. The scene of his wife's anger from two days ago was still vivid in his mind, and he was terrified that he would be in for another beating when he got home today. He had originally thought he could see how his wife would deal with the troublesome Jiang family members, but unexpectedly, trouble suddenly befell him.
"Yes, he's forgotten all those silly things he said when he was little. It's kind of you, Sister Jiang, to remember them."
After saying this, Mrs. Jin, lifting her skirt, turned and walked towards the stage at the host's call. At this moment, the flashbulbs in front of her were flashing again and again, and all the big names in the industry were standing around her.
Standing in the middle of the group as a key member of the creative team, surrounded by compliments and holding flowers, she had no reason not to enjoy these highlights of her career.
However, a moment later, the red lips that were deliberately pressed against her husband's ear immediately and precisely made screenwriter Lin uncomfortable.
Jiang Chengjing's dress today had a very low neckline, and whether it was intentional or not, when she bent over to whisper, a large expanse of her chest was exposed. The socialite didn't even reach out to cover it up; it was so blatantly exposed that it made people furious.
Seeing the people on stage come down, the woman who had caused the trouble walked away with a smile, holding her wine glass. Mr. Jin, who was used to big occasions, was clearly flustered when he saw his wife rushing over aggressively from afar. He stood up and stammered for a while before sitting back down and starting to peel shrimp with great enthusiasm.
Only when the shrimp in the bowl were piled up like a small mountain did Lin Zhen'er reveal a meaningful smile. She raised her wine glass, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she looked at the person beside her:
"Is Jiang Chengjing's chest attractive?"
A deafening boom echoed in his ears, and the man felt all the blood rush to his head. The troublemaker from the Jiang family had suddenly approached him, merely to discuss some business projects. With so many people around, he hadn't dodged to avoid any unwanted attention.
Unexpectedly, in the eyes of those around me, this small mistake seemed like a grave offense.
"No...no...not as pretty as yours."
After saying that, he practically wanted to rip off his tie and hang himself on the spot. The screenwriter, Lin, who had just signed the contract, was now flushed and pale, looking more like he'd just been fired and divorced than like someone who had just renewed a contract.
In the business world, it is widely rumored that the young owner of the Jin family is shrewd and calculating, and despite his young age, he is meticulous in his dealings with others.
Those who usually mock him for being too shrewd and charming would probably be laughing so hard they'd cry if they were sitting next to him right now.
"She was talking about project matters, I...I didn't see it."
The hastily added explanation sounded more like an outdated joke, awkwardly hanging in the air amidst the tense atmosphere between the two, betraying President Jin's flustered helplessness.
Looking at the ever-composed and domineering CEO, she suddenly lost her composure. She found him both endearing and ridiculous. This was certainly not something she should be truly angry about, but she couldn't resist the urge to tease him.
Then a fair arm immediately hooked around her husband's neck. The warm scent of alcohol wafted into Jin Zixiao's heart along with Lin Zhen'er's breath. Their noses touched lightly, and the woman, leaning closer, licked her lover's lips when no one was looking. Watching his Adam's apple bob, she whispered:
"Then, when did you see mine?"
But today, Mr. Jin was much bolder than before. He only hesitated for two seconds while being teased by the other party before he immediately reached out and grabbed the back of the kitten's head, pinning it down aggressively.
Jiang Chengjing, watching from afar, nearly ground her teeth to powder. She looked at the background check on Lin Zhen'er's family on her phone, sneered several times, and then selected a chat box to forward the information she had found.
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