Chapter 60 "Shang Chen, we are a match made in heaven."
Wen Xi teased casually, "This bracelet, could it be another one taken from a set?"
"The set is at home, this one is packaged separately."
Wenxi was quite satisfied with Shang Chen's answer.
Mr. Shang admitted his mistake and corrected it; his attitude was very positive.
When they had almost finished eating, Shang Chen raised his wine glass and clinked it with Wen Xi's.
The bright overhead lights and the slight buzz from the alcohol unintentionally brought people closer together.
Shang Chen: "Do you like the wine from this shop?"
"not bad."
"How about we pack two bottles?"
Wenxi noticed a change in Shang Chen's expression.
Both of them had been drinking. Shang Chen's duty secretary came to pick them up in his car, while Wen Xi had a designated driver take over.
As they were finishing, Wenxi asked again, "Which secretary is driving you?"
"Secretary Jiang."
Wenxi nodded. "Then I'll take two more bottles of wine."
Shang Chen was puzzled, but didn't ask.
After going downstairs, Wenxi walked to the driver's seat and handed two bottles of red wine to Secretary Jiang.
"I said I'd treat you to coffee last time, but I never had the chance. So today I'll use alcohol instead of coffee."
Secretary Jiang was flattered and said, "Thank you, Madam."
He thought his wife had just said it casually, but he didn't expect her to still remember it.
Shang Chen asked, "What happened last time?"
Wenxi: "Wedding ring."
Shang Chen immediately fell silent.
The first wedding ring was indeed chosen by Secretary Jiang.
Shang Chen subconsciously looked at Wen Xi's fingertips.
He certainly didn't handle this matter very smartly.
After getting on the bus, Wenxi leaned against the headrest to calm herself down.
Shang Chen instructed Secretary Jiang to lower the barrier.
After a long silence in the car, Shang Chenting suddenly spoke up: "Wenxi."
Wenxi opened her eyes and looked at him with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Would you be unhappy if I met with Yan Zhao alone?"
"Won't."
Shang Chen slowly said, "Last time when you returned to your parents' home, Lu Jinghuai reminded me that you couldn't feel the cold, and Yan Zhao got angry and had a big argument with him."
Why aren't you unhappy?
Shang Chen lowered his eyes, his expression calm and collected: "It's not really appropriate for me to meet with Yan Zhao alone."
Wen Xi calmly said, "I am different from Yan Zhao."
"I trust you."
She lowered the car window slightly, her eyes cool and aloof, with a hint of languor.
A cold wind blew in, dispersing some of the smell of alcohol.
Wenxi was a smart woman; she knew that what Shang Chen wanted to ask was why she wasn't jealous.
Some truths, when spoken, can hurt people.
Wenxi didn't want to lie, but she also didn't want to upset Shang Chen, so she chose to give another answer.
"Shang Chen, I don't like Lu Jinghuai."
Shang Chen slightly lifted his eyes, his dark eyes revealing a fluctuating mix of emotions.
“Last time, Yan Zhao was convinced that Lu Jinghuai liked me, and my mother asked me if it was true.”
“I told her that Lu Jinghuai and I are the same kind of people: respectable, but cold at heart. Easygoing, but inherently arrogant.”
"When I look at Lu Jinghuai, it's like looking in a mirror, seeing another version of myself."
A cold wind blew, and Wenxi's wispy hair fluttered, brushing against her cool and delicate eyebrows and eyes.
The current Wenxi exudes a coldness and sharpness from her eyebrows and eyes to her very bones.
She was calm and clear-headed: "People like us may have feelings, but very few."
"Our partners are either the same kind of people, like two parallel lines, never intersecting, living a life of mutual respect and courtesy; or they have enough patience, tolerance, and trust..."
Wenxi leaned against the window, tilted her head slightly, and suddenly smiled faintly, her eyes sparkling like scattered starlight.
"Shang Chen, we are a match made in heaven."
He is the one whose relationship with her will intertwine, and the one who can give her the tolerance and patience she needs.
They are a perfect match.
Shang Chen stared intently at Wen Xi, his Adam's apple bobbing silently.
He had to admit that his wife was indeed very outstanding.
He's so outstanding that he can lose control of his emotions at any moment.
Shang Chen gripped Wen Xi's hand tightly and replied in a deep voice, "I understand."
After arriving home, Wenxi took a bath and sprinkled rose petals on the tub.
Recently, the roses in the Yan family's flower room have all bloomed, and Zhou Ruo has been having a basket delivered to Mansion No. 3 every day.
What No. 3 Mansion has no shortage of now is rose petals.
After taking a bath, Wenxi changed into Shang Chen's black shirt.
She touched the texture of the shirt and felt a sense of familiarity.
But most of Shang Chen's shirts were black, with only slight differences in design, which she couldn't quite tell.
When Wenxi came out of the bathroom, Shang Shen was sitting on the bed.
Hearing the sound, he turned around and glanced at Wenxi.
Her long hair was tied up with a shark clip, her eyebrows and eyes were lazy and aloof, her skin was fair and cool, and her temperament was very alluring.
She was still wearing his shirt.
Black makes your skin look fairer and also accentuates your figure.
"Are you done washing?"
"Um."
The two of them already had few topics to talk about, and this was even less so at times like this.
Wenxi glanced casually at the bedroom.
Thankfully, I didn't see any alcohol.
The next second, the man's deep voice rang out: "Want a drink?"
Wenxi: "..."
After a moment of silence, Wenxi asked, "How about we make a deal?"
Shang Chen: "?"
"Please don't mention the word 'alcohol' beforehand anymore, okay?"
She's almost developed PTSD.
"good."
Shang Chen never refused any of Wen Xi's requests, whether they were excessive or not.
Shang Chen's gaze was deep: "Wenxi, come here."
Wenxi walked over and sat down on the bed, only to find that Shang Chen was holding the gift he had given her during dinner.
"You really want me to wear it?"
She thought it was a joke at the restaurant.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Shang Chen's personality is all seriousness and rigidity; he never jokes.
As soon as Wenxi finished asking the question, Shang Chen bent down slightly and knelt on one knee on the ground.
The man's shoulders and back were straight, like a pine or bamboo.
Although he is old-fashioned and aloof, he has a strong presence and a powerful aura.
When he bent over and knelt on the ground, it was as if a majestic mountain had collapsed, and Wenxi felt a pang of panic.
"you……"
The next second, the man's large hand gripped Wenxi's slender ankle.
His palms were large and hot.
Wenxi's heart skipped a beat.
She immediately realized: "The gift is an anklet?"
"Um."
The design was so similar to Wenxi's bracelet that she couldn't tell the difference at first glance.
Furthermore, Wenxi never expected that Shang Chen would send her an anklet.
This gift was quite unexpected.
Wen Xi teased, "Was it Assistant Wu who came up with this idea again?"
Shang Chen lowered his eyes, quiet and composed, his deep and three-dimensional features naturally imposing.
Wenxi unconsciously held her breath and watched as he took her foot and placed it on his knee, gently putting the anklet on Wenxi.
He avoided answering Wenxi's question.
Wenxi casually asked, "Why did you suddenly decide to buy me an anklet?"
"Suitable."
This answer was indeed very thoughtful.
"This shirt I'm wearing looks familiar."
"I had someone bring back the dress you wore at the villa in Jiangnan last time."
Wen Xi's brows twitched slightly. "Which one?"
She wore two of them last time.
"I brought them all back."
Wen Xi's lips twitched slightly: "..."
"You're wearing the same clothes you wore the first time."
Sure enough, that damn familiar feeling.
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