Chapter 14 explores "Mrs. Wen, you should adapt to your identity as soon as possible..."
Qiao Yunzheng found the meal utterly tasteless and unappetizing.
When Song Nanchen served food to Shen Qingli, Wen Hong would serve her soup; when Song Nanchen whispered a few words to Shen Qingli, Wen Hong would lean closer to her and call out "wife" in a drawn-out tone.
Two tall men, both over 1.8 or 1.9 meters, were secretly competing with each other, completely disregarding the feelings of the man they were using.
Qiao Yunzheng was truly overwhelmed by Wen Hong's unprecedented and meticulous care.
It was only later that Qiao Yunzheng realized that Wen Hong had probably used this as a KPI to achieve.
He was probably still thinking about what Song Nanchen had teased him about yesterday. Song Nanchen said he didn't dare call her "wife" to her face, so he was determined to call her that to her face, calling her that one word at a time, and the more he called her that, the more natural it sounded.
I'll also add a sarcastic remark: "Someone like you, who's never married and doesn't have a wife, wouldn't understand."
Qiao Yunzheng felt helpless, but she couldn't expose him to his face, so she could only endure it with a complicated expression. Of course, she wouldn't respond to his childish behavior.
Once the two of them got off at the B1 parking lot and were alone, Wen Hong's enthusiasm and affection vanished, and she reverted to her usual cold and arrogant demeanor when facing her.
His ability to control himself so freely left Qiao Yunzheng somewhat at a loss.
As if he had exhausted all his words the night before, Wen Hong became unusually silent on the way back. His phone kept ringing, but he only picked it up and glanced at it before carelessly tossing it aside.
From the moment she decided to enter into a contract marriage with Wen Hong, Qiao Yunzheng accurately identified her role and resolved to treat Wen Hong with the same professionalism she would show to a client.
Never ask questions you shouldn't ask.
I walked home in silence.
This house, which used to be as deserted as a show flat, seems to have finally come alive recently. There are many more things in the house, and it's no longer a monotonous black, white, and gray color scheme. This change warmed Qiao Yunzheng's heart for no apparent reason.
There were bright red invitation cards lying haphazardly on the dining table, with one lying open.
Qiao Yunzheng didn't care much about the engagement; after all, to her, it was just a meaningless formality.
The photo on the invitation immediately caught her eye.
Unlike typical invitations that feature meticulously retouched formal wear, this photo was a very ordinary, everyday snapshot.
The man and woman in the photo still looked young and innocent, lying head to head on the green grass, their eyes shining brighter than the sunlight on the horizon.
Qiao Yunzheng could hardly remember when this photo was taken.
Wen Hong seemed oblivious to her unusual behavior. He answered a phone call, listening intently to the person on the other end. During the call, he even turned to Qiao Yunzheng and said, "Tell me if there's anything else that needs adjusting."
Qiao Yunzheng hummed in agreement, then looked down and saw the address at the bottom of the invitation: Luyao Town, Jiangcheng.
It's not Kuncheng, it's not Shencheng, it's Luyao Town.
The small town where she first met Wen Hong.
It wasn't until Wen Hong hung up the phone and returned to the living room that she saw Qiao Yunzheng still standing in the same spot where she had come in, seemingly motionless for a long time, lost in thought.
He glanced at the table following her gaze, then casually looked away, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What? Is there a problem?"
Qiao Yunzheng suddenly came to her senses, her throat inexplicably tightening, before she pointed to the address on the invitation and asked, "Why is it Lu Yao?"
“Oh,” Wen Hong replied casually, his expression still indifferent, “because I’m from Jiangcheng.”
Qiao Yunzheng was surprised.
It was common knowledge that Wen Hong was the eldest son of the Wen family in Kunming. His photo was prominently displayed in the financial newspapers his father brought him back then.
She still remembers the words used to describe him in that newspaper: eccentric, arrogant, and having a chaotic private life.
Qiao Yunzheng asked in confusion, "Aren't you from Kuncheng?"
Wen Hong chuckled: "I was born in Jiangcheng. My mother and maternal grandfather were both from Jiangcheng. I grew up in Jiangcheng."
Qiao Yunzheng did meet him in Jiangcheng. At that time, he spoke fluent local dialect, and she thought he was just an ordinary young man from that small town. That's why she was so angry when she saw the "ironclad evidence" that her father presented to her.
She was angry at his concealment of her secrets, and also angry at his deception and exploitation.
So, that was actually his maternal grandfather's house?
Qiao Yunzheng vaguely remembered an old lady with a full head of white hair living in the next courtyard. She was always so angry with Wen Hong that she would jump up and down, laughing and scolding him as she staggered along. She only felt that such a scene was vivid and lively, but she never went into the depths of the relationship between the two.
It turns out that she knew very little about him.
Qiao Yunzheng felt a mix of emotions and muttered softly, "I didn't know..."
Wen Hong glanced at him, seemingly unconcerned, and casually replied, "You didn't ask me either."
After saying that, he looked away and lowered his head to type, as if he was very busy.
She never asked him anything.
Just like that, she easily lost him.
Throughout the night, Wen Hong's phone calls and messages were almost non-stop. He always resolved issues efficiently in a few words, and he also took the time to tidy up the new items that had appeared in the house.
His busy schedule contrasted sharply with the idle Qiao Yunzheng.
Feeling a little guilty, Qiao Yunzheng leaned closer and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Wen Hong took a moment to glance at her: "Take those bedding sheets to the master bedroom."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yunzheng walked in the direction he pointed. There, some bedding that had not yet been unpacked was piled up, mostly in purple and pink tones.
She frowned.
The master bedroom at the end of the corridor is Wen Hong's room. Both the furniture and bedding are in a monotonous black, white, and gray business style.
Of course, she didn't think Wen Hong was acting crazy or having a girlish heart.
So, he hesitated and didn't move.
After hesitating for a long time, she still asked him, looking completely innocent: "You...like pink?"
Wen Hong's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "Qiao Yunzheng, am I sick?"
See? I told you it wasn't true.
Qiao Yunzheng: "Then what are we going to do with it in the master bedroom?"
After finishing her work, Wen Hong stood up and clapped her hands with a sigh of relief.
Qiao Yunzheng's gaze, which had been looking down at him, had to be changed to looking up.
He stood there lazily, as if discussing the weather as casually as he would: "It's not mine, it's yours. From today onwards, you'll live there."
His words are hard to understand without being misinterpreted.
Qiao Yunzheng hesitated for a moment: "I guess... it's not necessary? I'm fine staying in that bedroom."
She was referring to the secondary bedroom he had been staying in for the past two days, which was far from the master bedroom.
Wen Hong glanced at her, looking completely matter-of-fact: "I believe in feng shui. Married people sleeping in separate rooms will affect their career luck."
Qiao Yunzheng, of course, did not believe his nonsense. Before she could refute him, Wen Hong took two more steps forward and looked her up and down: "Secondly, Mrs. Wen, you should adapt to your status as soon as possible."
His words were clearly suggestive, and Qiao Yunzheng took a half step back, instantly becoming wary.
Wen Hong seemed quite displeased with her reaction. He frowned slightly, looked her up and down several times, and scoffed, "Besides, what kind of person haven't I seen?"
After saying that, he leisurely left the living room, leaving Qiao Yunzheng standing there dumbfounded.
Although, objectively speaking, what he said was correct, things are different now than before.
Qiao Yunzheng dawdled and didn't slowly enter the bathroom until the early hours of the morning.
She stared at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red. She splashed cold water on her face, but the heat showed no sign of abating.
Qiao Yunzheng simply filled a pool with cold water, took a deep breath, lowered her head, and immersed her entire face in the water.
The sudden palpitation calmed me down a bit.
She spent nearly an hour washing up, and finally looked in the mirror to make sure she was dressed neatly and without any mistakes before turning the doorknob and going out.
She was preoccupied, staring at her toes as she walked slowly, almost bumping into Wen Hong who was coming from the opposite direction.
Qiao Yunzheng looked up abruptly and saw Wen Hong dressed neatly, looking like she was about to go out.
She glanced at the clock, a little surprised: "Are you going out now?"
“Hmm,” Wen Hong glanced at her slightly damp hair, “I have some urgent business to attend to and need to go out for two days.”
Qiao Yunzheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But you still have to put on a sincere and worried expression: "Then be careful."
She believed her performance was impeccable, showing no joy whatsoever at the thought of him leaving on a long trip; it was simply perfect.
Wen Hong stared at her for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Alright! Seeing how sincere you are, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
Immediately, ignoring Qiao Yunzheng's shocked gaze, he walked straight towards the entrance.
Just before closing the door, he turned back and reminded everyone, "Lock the door from the inside."
With a "beep" as the electronic lock clicked shut, Qiao Yunzheng felt that even the air had become fresher and sweeter.
She moved back to the sofa, almost exhausted, and collapsed onto it, sprawling out on her back.
Her eyes caught sight of the invitation lying quietly on the dining table. After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone and opened her best friend Su Ran's WeChat.
However, after editing and rewriting for more than half an hour, the message still couldn't be sent.
She couldn't very well say, "Hey, Ranran, I'm about to get married to the lawyer you introduced me to." She was sure Su Ran would fly over at breakneck speed to beat her up.
Or to put it another way: Did you know? The lawyer you introduced me to is actually my secret lover from five years ago, and now we've accidentally gotten engaged. Do you want to come? Su Ran's 800-mile journey will probably have to be sped up.
Just as Qiao Yunzheng was wavering between sticking her head out and pulling it back in, her previously silent phone suddenly rang. Startled, she instinctively threw the phone to the ground.
As she scrambled to her feet, picked up the phone, and shakily pressed the answer button, before she could even speak, Su Ran's excitedly shrill scream came from the other end: "Qiao Qiao! Do you know what? I've got some shocking gossip! I have to share it with you right now!"
Feeling guilty, Qiao Yunzheng played along perfectly, displaying great curiosity: "Really? What is it?"
Su Ran: "That Wen Hong, the lawyer I introduced to you, he's actually the young master of the Wen family, Wen Hong! Holy crap! I thought they just had the same name!"
A note from the author:
Overwhelmed by the joy of being on holiday, let's sing! Let's jump! [Cat emoji]
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