Chapter 36 Wenxi: "You talked a lot back then."
To ease the awkwardness, Wenxi casually asked, "You asked me to dinner, is there something you want to talk about?"
Shang Chen turned around and gave her a long, quiet look.
Backlit, Shang Chen's three-dimensional features were half-lit and half-shadowed, exuding a majestic, imposing, and solemn aura.
"I do want to talk to you about a few things."
Wenxi: "?"
There really is one?
Why were you unhappy the night before last?
Wenxi: "..."
Wenxi tried hard to recall why she was unhappy the night before last.
After a long pause, Wenxi managed to utter, "When have I ever been unhappy?"
She herself doesn't remember.
Shang Chen: "Wenxi, husband and wife should be honest with each other."
"If I do anything that makes you unhappy, you can just tell me."
He tried his best to revise everything.
"I was thinking you weren't going to be honest, so I took the initiative to ask you, but then I found out you were working overtime."
So that's how it is.
Wenxi thought that Shang Chen invited her to dinner out of courtesy and that he wanted to reciprocate the invitation.
It seems there are quite a few misunderstandings between them.
Wenxi: "Really, no. Can you be more specific?"
"That night in the bedroom I asked you about the photos, but you ignored me."
She covered her face with the blanket and turned her back to him.
Shang Chen spoke calmly and looked serious, but one could detect a hint of grievance in his voice.
Shang Chen reflected on himself: "Is it because I didn't tell you that my family was going to make dumplings?"
Wenxi thought for a moment and then fell silent.
It wouldn't be right to say that I thought he was too long-winded back then, would it?
"I was too tired at the time and didn't think too much..."
Shang Chen's voice deepened: "Tell the truth."
Wenxi: "You talked a lot back then."
As soon as Wenxi finished speaking, the office fell into dead silence, with the faint sounds of laughter and merriment from people outside as they shared their meals.
Shang Chen's eyes were deep and unfathomable, his Adam's apple bobbing silently.
Wenxi indeed disliked him.
Shang Chen had been taciturn his whole life, and this was the first time someone had complained that he talked too much.
It was his wife.
Wen Xi didn't explain much, her cool and delicate features remaining calm: "Shang Chen, come here."
Shang Chen stepped forward with steady steps.
Wenxi patted the sofa next to her. "Sit down."
Without saying a word, Shang Chen calmly sat down next to Wen Xi.
Wenxi held the bowl, scooped a spoonful of soup, and brought it to Shang Chen's lips, her tone softening: "Open your mouth."
Shang Chen didn't move, his gaze fixed intently on Wen Xi.
Wenxi said succinctly: "To coax you, I'll apologize."
Shang Chen parted his thin lips slightly.
Wenxi fed him a sip of soup, a smile appearing in her indifferent eyes. "It was my mistake to ignore you, and I formally apologize to you."
You've already drunk the soup, so you should forgive her, right?
As for whether Shang Chen would mind the saliva on the spoon... they kissed so fiercely in bed, how come he never seemed to mind?
Shang Chen: "You don't mind me?"
"No," Wenxi said bluntly, "You're great, why would I complain?"
Shang Chen suppressed the urge to smile and said, "One more bite."
Wenxi paused for a moment, then fed Shang Chen another spoonful of soup.
Shang Chen said expressionlessly, "I forgive you."
Wenxi's lips curved slightly, and a faint smile spread across her eyes.
A rigid, repressed, and somewhat eccentric old man—that's really interesting.
I wonder if it would be more interesting to tease them?
Unfortunately, with her heavy workload, Wenxi didn't have much time to think about doing random things.
After finishing their late-night snack, Wenxi helped clean up the mess and left with Shang Chen around midnight.
As soon as I got on the bus, the fatigue from working overtime all day came rushing in.
Wen Xi, her eyelids heavy with sleep, said, "Shang Chen, can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?"
Shang Chen didn't move, looking down at her.
Wenxi: "?"
Are they having marital problems?
Can't even lend a shoulder to lean on?
Shang Chen: "Wenxi, we're married."
Wenxi calmly accused, "So you won't even let me lean on your shoulder?"
The last time I leaned against him, I seemed perfectly normal.
Shang Chen: "You have to call me husband."
Wenxi almost thought she was hallucinating from exhaustion.
Shang Chen wouldn't let her lean on him because he minded that she didn't call him "husband."
Wenxi: "Didn't you call me by my name too?"
What's there to be conflicted about?
Shang Chen nodded seriously: "I didn't notice."
"old……"
"Wait!" Wenxi felt uncomfortable seeing Shang Chen about to call her wife and interrupted him, "I'm not going to rely on him anymore."
Stop shouting.
After Wenxi finished speaking, she took out a pillow, put it under her head, and prepared to lie down and take a nap.
She had just turned around when Shang Chen pulled her into his arms.
A deep, resonant voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, fell from above: "Go to sleep."
If you don't want to shout, then don't shout.
Wenxi: "..."
Having learned from her previous experience, Wenxi greeted them first, "Remember to wake me up when you get home, I need to take a shower before going to sleep."
After a busy day, Wenxi felt completely exhausted and couldn't fall asleep without taking a shower.
"good."
Back at Mansion No. 3, Wenxi took a shower and fell asleep on the bed.
I then worked overtime for the next two weeks, leaving early and returning late.
Shang Chen was also busy with work, so the two of them hardly had any opportunities to meet and communicate.
Only occasionally, when Wenxi comes home from working overtime, there will be a bowl of pork tripe and chicken soup warming on the stove, and the dim light left on in the living room will give off a warm feeling.
This was all arranged by Shang Chen.
Several times, Wenxi came back exhausted, and after changing her shoes, she would sit on a small round stool and space out.
I glanced up and saw the warm yellow light, and smelled a faint fragrance... and suddenly felt a sense of peace.
On Friday afternoon, Wenxi finished her last meeting and calmly packed up her documents.
One of the lawyers on the team lamented, "We've finally almost finished counting everything. I'm going bald from all this work."
Zhou Yuan's divorce case shocked the nation, not just because Zhou Yuan is a super-rich man.
Mrs. Zhou Yuan also came from a prominent family in Jiangnan. When she married into the Zhou family, she brought a considerable dowry, not to mention the wealth she accumulated over the decades in the Zhou family.
This time, just the inventory of assets will keep us incredibly busy.
Another lawyer, his face pale, said, "I should be able to rest this weekend."
Wenxi was also tired, but when she heard that she could rest on the weekend, her first thought was to have a meal with Shang Chen to make up for the meal she missed last time.
Taking advantage of a free moment, she sent a message to Shang Chen.
Are you free this weekend?
Shang Chen replied very quickly.
A friend invited me to go fishing in Jiangnan.
Would you mind bringing one more person?
Wenxi recalled that when she asked Shang Chen about his hobbies last time, fishing was one of them.
Being a boss is great; when you're free, you can even go fishing in the next province.
I don't mind.
【Then I'll trouble Assistant Wu to make the arrangements.】
No trouble at all. Are you done with your work?
Yes, I can take the weekend off.
【have a good rest. 】
Shang Chen thought Wen Xi would be working overtime all month and wouldn't have time to pay attention to him, but he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise.
That's fine. She's been working overtime for more than half a month, so it's a good opportunity to take her to Jiangnan for a relaxing trip.
Shang Chen made an internal call and summoned Assistant Wu: "My wife and I are going to Jiangnan tomorrow. Please make the arrangements."
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