Chapter Twenty-Two: The Past (3)
Chapter 22
Wen Zhuo's lips hovered over his, and his pupils contracted sharply in surprise.
Their breaths mingled in the dimly lit room. The scorching air instantly assaulted Wen Zhaoye's body. The faint fragrance emanating from Wen Zhuo flowed into his nostrils with the airflow. He was familiar with these scents, so he didn't experience any significant emotional changes. He frowned and pulled away from her lips.
"What are you doing?" He didn't think Wen Zhuo would kiss him; this was just a way to cause him trouble.
He said coldly, "Where did you learn that... um!"
Wen Zhaoye groaned. Wen Zhuo had somehow broken free from his grasp and crashed into his face. Her soft lips pressed against his without any resistance. The next moment, Wen Zhaoye grabbed her chin with his hand and forcibly moved her away. Wen Zhuo's wet saliva stretched into a long, thin silver thread in their vision.
Wen Zhaoye was tall and imposing, completely enveloping Wen Zhuo. He could cover her face with one hand. His face was grim as he forcefully wiped her lips clean with his fingers. A dark and gloomy aura, like that of a wild beast, enveloped her. Wen Zhuo subconsciously swallowed. Wen Zhaoye rarely showed such a face in front of her. Wen Zhaoye did not speak, his fingers still covering her neck, and glimpses of Wen Zhuo's flushed skin could be seen through his fingers.
He looked down at Wen Zhuo, who was glaring at him with anger in her eyes. His neatly styled black hair was now disheveled around her face. Why? He pondered calmly.
Who led her astray?
His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly as he stared at Wen Zhuo's face. It was a very beautiful face, and even though she rarely showed any extra expression, a large number of people still flocked to her.
Wen Zhuo had no idea what he was thinking. In any case, Wen Zhaoye couldn't deal with her now. Wen Zhuo smiled triumphantly and nuzzled his hand.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?"
With a loud bang, Wen Zhaoye's ability to think vanished.
He strode back, his fingers abruptly withdrawing from her neck. He looked at Wen Zhuo in disbelief: "What are you doing? You know I'm your brother!"
The skin she had just touched radiated an undeniable heat, but he ignored it, only feeling a splitting headache: "You'd do something like this just to run away?"
Wen Zhuo's expression also turned cold: "How do you know I'm not sincere?"
Wen Zhaoye coldly watched her approach him, her thin, slender fingers stroking his skin. At this moment, their expressions were almost identical, and a resemblance could be found between their two very different faces.
As she touched his lips again, trying to slip them inside, Wen Zhaoye finally pressed her fingers down: "No matter how many of these acts you put on, I will never believe, Wen Zhuo, that you don't like me."
He removed Wen Zhuo's hand and walked out of the room.
"I will come again tomorrow."
Wen Zhuo: "......" You workaholic, you're not busy with work now, are you!
Wen Zhuo let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed. Her mind finally relaxed, and her eyelids gradually drooped. She should go out early tomorrow. If Wen Zhaoye was any more forceful, he would have just taken her away with his men.
Wen Zhaoye leaned against her door and closed his eyes.
Wen Zhuo was just lying to him.
She's always been like this, she likes to use strange tricks to make him angry, this was just a malicious joke of hers.
He ignored the irritation he felt whenever he imagined Wen Zhuo getting close to others.
Wen Zhaoye turned his head to look inside the door, lowered his eyes, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.
Wen Zhuo: "!!!" Why haven't they left yet! Could it be that they haven't given up on the idea of forcibly kidnapping her?!
She immediately became alert.
Wen Zhaoye chuckled and turned to leave.
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Wen Zhaoye was in a daze for a moment. Since Wen Zhuo regained his memory, he had begun to distance himself from him intentionally or unintentionally, and he started having dreams again.
In the past, Wen Zhuo did many things to spite him, just like Wen Zhuo did many outrageous things out of curiosity. But he knew very well that no matter what the reason was, it was not liking or loving him.
He stepped into the office but didn't see the ghost that should have been there.
He frowned. Where had Wen Zhuo gone off to play again? In the few days that Wen Zhuo had been with him at work, he had heard that the company's air conditioning temperature had been raised by several degrees. He was always hiding behind his employees. His secretary had mentioned to him many times that the office was too cold.
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
A thin, red thread lit up on his arm. He sensed the direction of the thread and, through the window, saw Wen Zhuo wandering around below.
Want to explore a new map?
She had never been outside before. Wen Zhaoye watched her from afar. Wen Zhuo seemed to have noticed the silk thread as well. She raised her arm in confusion, but her movement was blocked by the large bags she was carrying. She looked up in the direction of the silk thread.
A dark figure seemed to be standing on the top of the skyscraper, but Wen Zhuo couldn't see it clearly.
“Young friend, you seem to be someone special.” A voice suddenly came from the side.
The old man behind the stall in front of her stroked his beard and said something meaningful.
Wen Zhuo glanced at him, then turned to leave. Of course, she wasn't human.
"Hey! Young friend, don't go! You're surrounded by black energy; it looks like you're being entangled by something."
"Oh, so you did it voluntarily?" He pointed with a few fingers.
"The accumulation of yin energy is extremely harmful to the body. Let's release her and let her go where she belongs."
Wen Zhuo stopped and turned to look at him. Was he talking to her?
Wen Zhaoye had been obsessed with monitoring her every word and action since she woke up, but he probably couldn't install any more surveillance cameras here.
Wen Zhaoye shouldn't be able to hear it.
She took a few steps forward, stared at the old man for a long time, and slowly said, "Do you know how to turn a dead person into a ghost?"
The old man stroked his beard again: "Once a person is dead and has no attachments, they naturally dissipate into the world and are reincarnated. How can we violate ethics and morality by forcibly bringing her back?"
Wen Zhuo: "Just tell me if there's any way."
The old man chuckled, rubbing his fingers together with a sly grin. "Well, there is a way, it's just that..."
He showed her his aged fingers and rubbed them together.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
"I have no money."
She left speechlessly. Honestly, she actually took it seriously. Summoning such a weak ghost shouldn't have been too difficult for her.
She shook her head, preparing to go and ask Wen Zhaoye directly.
Just as she was about to disappear, she paused, looked down at the large pile of food she was carrying in her arms, which she had planned to take back so that Wen Zhaoye could feed her.
These things can't be hidden, she sighed helplessly, it seemed she would have to go up herself.
A simply dressed woman walked into the company, casually found a place to sit, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and sat quietly to one side, holding a large pile of food in her arms, but she just held it and did nothing else.
Some staff members found it strange and approached her: "Hello, who are you looking for here?"
Wen Zhuo looked up. She probably knew that Wen Zhaoye was about to come down. She just nodded and didn't say anything.
The man saw her face clearly, his upturned fox-like eyes looking at her coldly. She had deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and full lips; such striking features were staring at her.
Wen Zhuo looked at her in confusion as she stared blankly at him, then struggled to pull his finger out of the pile of snacks and waved it in front of her.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She then came to her senses, shook her head vigorously, and said, "I just remembered that we're going to have a team building activity this weekend, and I'm really excited."
She avoided eye contact and asked Wen Zhuo what she was doing there, offering to help if she needed assistance.
Wen Zhuo shook her head again. Wen Zhaoye had already come down: "The person I'm waiting for has arrived." She turned to look at the elevator.
She followed Wen Zhuo's gaze and saw her unpredictable boss walk out. Her pupils dilated in shock. What was going on?! She had only been slacking off for a short while, and this was already incredibly unlucky!
She quickly pulled her newly acquainted pretty friend aside, muttering to herself, "What's going on? What's going on? Why is that skinflint here? Am I really going to have a bloody disaster today?"
"A bloody disaster?" Wen Zhuo interjected.
The staff member nodded: "Didn't a fortune teller come to the company today? A few of my colleagues went to see him out of curiosity, and they all said he was incredibly accurate. But when I went, before I even started asking any questions, he said I would have a bloody disaster today!" She frowned in frustration.
"That old man?"
Her eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, it's that old man. What happened? Did he talk badly about you too?"
Wen Zhuo nodded and then shook his head, probably referring to Wen Zhaoye.
She turned to look at the pretty girl beside her, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure approaching her. She looked over warily.
Wen Zhaoye was dressed in a sharp black suit, his neatly trimmed black hair falling behind his head. His expression was neither cold nor warm, yet it seemed to carry a hint of warmth.
No way, her boss wouldn't have taken a fancy to the pretty girl she just picked up, would she? That's outrageous! How could she possibly force herself on him?!
A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of her. She shut her mouth and lowered her head.
The entire hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and those who recognized Wen Zhaoye looked in this direction with incredulous eyes.
As soon as Wen Zhuo entered, many people noticed her. Although she was dressed simply, all her clothes were made of extremely high-quality materials, and there was no indication that they were from luxury brands. Most people who knew their stuff chose to keep their distance.
She tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her, wanting to ask her some more detailed questions, but the person suddenly seemed to have gone mute and wouldn't speak no matter how much she was pulled.
"What are you talking about? Aren't you going to eat? You're carrying such a bunch of stuff, can't you put it down first?"
The staff member suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining, and secretly took a step back, turning her head back and forth like a fan towards the two of them.
What do you mean?! You guys have a problem!!
Seeing the warmth in her gaze, Wen Zhuo remained silent.
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