Chapter 76 "Eating too much vinegar can easily make your voice hoarse."
The button was dripping wet when it was picked up.
The shirt was placed under Wenxi, but was later crumpled up by Shang Chen and thrown on the ground; it was no longer usable.
After leaving the bathroom, Wenxi was laid flat on the bed, her eyes red and she hadn't recovered yet.
Shang Chen leaned over her and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to wear anklets?"
Wenxi: "?"
As soon as Wenxi regained consciousness, Shang Chen had already put the anklet on her.
Wenxi: "..."
Did she have the opportunity to refuse?
Shang Chen's polite inquiry felt like a perfunctory formality, lacking any sincerity.
An anklet inlaid with purple diamonds hung down Shang Chen's lower back and shoulders.
The diamonds sparkled and shimmered, swaying and sinking into the night.
The next day, Wenxi opened her eyes and it took her a while to come to her senses.
Last night... it seems the number of times didn't quite match up.
More than three times.
Wenxi was certain she hadn't misremembered.
She went downstairs with suspicion in her heart and saw Shang Chen placing breakfast on the dining table.
He's dressed very formally today.
Suits, ties, cufflinks, shirt suspenders; broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—a perfect figure.
Paired with a restrained and refined demeanor, it perfectly showcases the charm of a mature man.
Even a simple act of plating is exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
Wenxi: "What time is your flight?"
Shang Chen told me last night that he was going on a business trip today.
Shang Chen: "Ten o'clock."
"A meeting?"
Shang Chen nodded, set out the breakfast, and then handed Wen Xi a glass of milk.
"Try it."
Wenxi stared at the rather plain-looking vegetable and egg roll in front of her, then suddenly looked up: "Did you make breakfast today?"
Shang Chen remained expressionless: "Hmm."
"You have great stamina."
Shang Chen: "..."
Shang Chen wanted Wen Xi to try the breakfast and give him her opinion, but little did he know that her focus was on his physical strength.
When the word "physical strength" was mentioned, Shang Chen's topic veered off course, "Your physical strength is a bit lacking."
Wenxi thought about it carefully, "I'm not too busy lately, so I can take some time to exercise."
In Wenxi's dictionary of life, the word "lose" is rarely found.
She can't tolerate losing in court, let alone in bed.
Wenxi suddenly looked up: "Last night, more than three times."
Although she didn't say it very clearly, Shang Chen could guess what Wen Xi meant.
He replied without changing his expression, "There's a spare one in the bathroom."
Wen Xi was taken aback. "How come I didn't know?"
Shang Chen glanced at her and said, "We prepared this when we checked in."
Wenxi realized that she had gone into the bathroom on a whim yesterday, and neither of them had prepared.
It's estimated that Shang Chen was found on short notice.
Having received the answer, Wenxi put her doubts aside and glanced at the breakfast on the table.
"You're in such a rush, why did you suddenly decide to make breakfast?"
"How does it taste?"
"It's pretty good."
Wenxi has always been a supporter.
Shang Chen: "I promised you."
"What?"
"Learn to chop vegetables."
Wenxi then remembered the phone call she received shortly after her marriage.
The two discussed the normal way couples interact.
When Shang Chen used his parents as an example, Wen Xi made a joke about it.
"Mom cooks and Dad helps with chopping vegetables... Can you chop vegetables?"
“I can learn.”
This was Shang Chen's answer at the time.
Wenxi herself didn't take it to heart, just taking it as a joke during a chat.
Unexpectedly, Shang Chen took it seriously.
Wenxi silently ate her vegetable egg roll, feeling ashamed for a second: "But I can't cook."
"I'll learn how to do it."
Wenxi looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.
He insisted on using the formula back then, so why has he changed it now?
Shang Chen said solemnly, "I have listened to Wen Lu's advice."
"The way couples get along varies from person to person, and it takes time to figure it out in daily life."
She wouldn't, and he wouldn't make things difficult for her.
He just needs to do his best.
Wen Xi smiled slightly, picked up her milk glass, and touched it to Shang Chen's glass.
"Mr. Shang, it will be a pleasure to cooperate with you in the future."
Seeing her somewhat childlike actions, Shang Chen's eyes flashed with a smile.
"What dishes would you like to eat? I'll learn how to make them when I have time."
Wen Xi's eyes were as black as lacquer, her lips were red and her teeth were white. She smiled and named a few dishes: "Stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, spicy and sour chicken giblets, lemon chicken..."
Shang Chen's expression remained unchanged. "It's a bit sour. Can you eat it?"
"What's a little sourness?"
Even the sourest thing can't compare to that bottle of vinegar from last night.
"good."
After finishing breakfast, Shang Chen changed into a suit and placed two throat lozenges on the table before getting into the car.
Wenxi glanced at him.
Shang Chen: "Eating too much vinegar can easily make your voice hoarse."
After leaving behind two throat lozenges, Shang Chen rushed to catch his flight.
Wenxi was stunned for a long time.
Is Shang Chen threatening her?!
Has my old daddy improved?
After arriving at the law firm, Wenxi contacted Yan Zhao again.
The phone call still didn't go through, and they weren't replying to messages.
Last time she treated Lu Zhi, Le Hui and a few others to dinner, she even asked Lu Zhi to call Yan Zhao, but she couldn't get through.
Wenxi initially thought Yan Zhao had blocked her, but now she suspects that something might have happened to Yan Zhao.
The matter of settling scores with Yan Zhao can be put on hold for now, but she at least needs to know what Yan Zhao is doing.
If a child is quiet, they must be up to no good.
This statement also applies to Yan Zhao.
Bai Wei placed the documents she had brought on the desk. Seeing that Wen Xi's call hadn't gone through, she asked curiously, "Wen Lu, are you still calling Yan Zhao?"
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