Chapter 47 Taking the Initiative She was like a nimble fish, catching everyone off guard…
On such days, it's inevitable to be urged to drink.
For some reason, everyone tacitly avoided Qiao Yunzheng and directed all their attacks at that aloof and noble man whom they would never dare to offend easily.
Wen Hong was indeed unusually easy to talk to today. He took Qiao Yunzheng's slender arm in his hand and walked around the banquet hall, accepting almost everyone who came.
Qiao Yunzheng watched him down glass after glass of wine with almost no hesitation.
He approached the relationship with an almost pious devotion, as if only by receiving enough blessings could this affection last as long as possible.
Unsurprisingly, Wen Hong was already quite drunk when the guests left.
But he didn't ask her for help, acting as if nothing was wrong, until he got home, when he suddenly stumbled.
Qiao Yunzheng quickly helped him up and made him sit on the sofa.
He rested his head on the backrest, staring blankly in her direction.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, his eyes seemed to be veiled with a thin mist, as if he were looking at her, or as if he was just unconsciously letting his gaze fall on her.
Qiao Yunzheng was still wearing the toasting dress. The exquisite tailoring perfectly hugged her figure, and the deep V-neck subtly outlined her curves, striking just the right balance. Having been restrained for most of the day, she felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to go back to her room to change, but seeing Wen Hong slumped helplessly on the sofa, she forced herself to hold back.
She walked up to him, bent down, and softly called his name: "Wen Hong..."
Wen Hong's reaction was slower than usual. He paused for several seconds before he seemed to realize that she was calling him, and his gaze slowly met her eyes.
He was unusually quiet, like a well-behaved child waiting for the teacher to give instructions. Qiao Yunzheng's heart softened, and she lowered her tone even further: "Would you like to change your clothes first?"
The men's suit has a stand-up collar design, with the top button fastened in a conventional way. It must not be very comfortable to wear it all day.
A few seconds later, Wen Hong seemed to understand the meaning in her words and nodded gently.
He simply kept looking at her, making no other move, his gaze fixed, as if he were obediently waiting.
Qiao Yunzheng's breath hitched, but she hesitated for only a moment before sighing, reaching out to help him unbutton his tuxedo jacket.
When she got to the third button, she had to squat down in front of him because it was too low.
Because of the exquisitely tailored dress she was wearing, she found it somewhat difficult to squat down. The buttons on his coat were also a bit tight, and after struggling for a while, she began to sweat slightly.
Busy Qiao Yunzheng didn't notice Wen Hong's subtle changes in breathing and gaze. When she finally couldn't squat any longer and her body swayed slightly, the person who had been quiet all along suddenly reached out and pinched her waist.
Through the thin fabric, almost instinctively, a shiver ran down Qiao Yunzheng's spine from the sudden, unexpected touch.
Even when he was not fully conscious, he still easily picked her up and placed her on his lap, keeping his eyes level with hers.
After a moment of surprise, Qiao Yunzheng did not resist and obediently sat down.
On this special day, it seemed only natural that something would happen next, and Qiao Yunzheng assumed that Wen Hong would not tolerate it.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she reached out and naturally climbed onto his neck.
Wen Hong's gaze lingered on her face for a long while before slowly shifting away.
He lowered his head, getting extremely close, his breath, scalding hot from the alcohol, brushing against her bare skin, each breath carrying a dangerous aura.
Qiao Yunzheng's arms around his neck tightened involuntarily, and her breathing became rapid due to the rising heat.
"Wen Hong..." Her voice was hoarse from the heat, but in the next instant, Wen Hong's hand, which was on her waist, slowly moved back, then circled her and pulled her tightly into his arms.
All the romance vanished instantly because of that sudden embrace.
He held her tightly, making no other movements, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
He did nothing else but hold her.
The hug lasted a long time, so long that Qiao Yunzheng thought he had fallen asleep leaning on her shoulder.
"Wife..."
A soft call, heavy with a nasal tone, came through, extremely soft and slow, like an unconscious murmur in a dream.
Whether it was her imagination or not, Qiao Yunzheng felt that there was a hint of grievance in that call.
"Um."
She responded, but she wasn't sure if he could hear her.
After a while, seeing that he did not respond, Qiao Yunzheng gently pushed the person in front of her away, only to find that he was not asleep, and his misty eyes were still open.
Well-behaved and quiet.
Qiao Yunzheng found him exceptionally adorable, so she reached out and patted his head: "What are you looking at?"
He heard her words but didn't move.
Qiao Yunzheng's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, but fortunately Wen Hong didn't react, saving her from a lot of embarrassment.
After a long day of work, she and Wen Hong hadn't eaten much, and they were starving by now.
"Are you hungry?" Qiao Yunzheng asked him. "Shall I cook you some food?"
This time, he seemed to understand and nodded obediently again.
Qiao Yunzheng stood up from his arms. This time, she didn't have so many romantic thoughts. She took off his coat and shirt, gave him a loose T-shirt to change into, and made him a cup of honey water, which she then put in his hand and coaxed him to drink it.
After finishing all that, she went back to her room, took a quick shower, changed into her pajamas, and then returned to the living room.
At this time, many stores have already closed.
Fortunately, there was still some green vegetables, a few eggs, and a few packets of instant noodles in the refrigerator.
Qiao Yunzheng tied on her apron and took the ingredients to the kitchen.
She's not good at cooking; making instant noodles is one of the few things she can do.
She cracked two eggs into the pot of boiling water. Because the fire was too high, the eggs quickly expanded and produced a lot of white foam as soon as they hit the water, bubbling out with a "plop plop" sound.
She hurriedly turned off the heat, skimmed off the foam, and then turned the heat back on to simmer. Once the eggs had barely set, she added the noodles and sprinkled on some greens.
In just half an hour, the kitchen was in chaos, but thankfully, the two bowls of egg noodles were safely served to the table.
Wen Hong wasn't as drunk as she had been the day before. After drinking a glass of honey water and taking a while to recover, her mind was much clearer.
When Qiao Yunzheng took out her chopsticks, he had already walked to the dining table and sat down.
She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a little embarrassed: "This is the only thing I know how to cook, and it's not very good. Please make do with it."
Wen Hong nodded, said nothing more, and picked up her chopsticks.
He took the slightly intact egg from his bowl and put it into her bowl, then took the broken egg from her bowl, which was barely half left, and began to eat.
In the quiet room, the only sound was the soft clinking of cutlery.
Qiao Yunzheng didn't have a big appetite. She ate half a bowl and then couldn't eat anymore. When she looked up, she realized that Wen Hong's bowl was empty, and she had even drunk all the soup.
She put away the dishes and wanted to go to the kitchen to wash them, but Wen Hong stopped her.
She looked up at him: "What's wrong?"
"I'm going to wash." His voice was much clearer.
Qiao Yunzheng was in a good mood and explained to him, "It's just putting it in the dishwasher, it doesn't take much effort." She then looked at his slightly messy hair and said, "Go take a shower first."
Both of them were taken aback by these words.
Realizing the ambiguity of her words, Qiao Yunzheng coughed awkwardly and then explained in a way that seemed to be trying to cover up her mistake: "That's not what I meant. I meant that taking a shower after drinking would make me feel better."
After saying that, he felt a little regretful.
Taking a shower before bed is such a normal thing; her unnecessary explanation made her seem silly.
She hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, poured the leftover rice from her bowl into the colander, and threw it into the dishwasher along with Wen Hong's. She wiped the stove and range hood clean, washed her hands carefully, and after looking around, seeing that there was really nothing else to do, she dawdled back to the living room.
Standing in the passageway.
Qiao Yunzheng glanced at the bedroom at the end of the corridor, then looked at the secondary bedroom on the right that she used to live in, and was somewhat troubled.
She hesitated for only a moment before turning her toes and walking toward the room at the end of the corridor.
The sound of water in the bathroom hadn't stopped yet. Qiao Yunzheng sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her bare legs, looking at the blurry outline of the man's strong and upright figure through the frosted glass.
For some inexplicable reason, she thought of the pajamas Wen Miao had given her, and her face immediately burned as if it were on fire.
She shook her head to banish the jumbled thoughts from her mind, picked up a book at random, and lay on the bed reading aimlessly to distract herself from her bizarre and rambling ideas.
When Wen Hong came out of the bathroom, this was the scene she saw.
Qiao Yunzheng was wearing a beige knitted nightgown and lying on the bed reading a book.
She bent her legs, swaying them gently and slowly. As a result, her skirt fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, fair skin.
His heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he hurriedly looked away and walked towards the door.
The sound of the door opening finally caught her attention.
Qiao Yunzheng turned around and saw him standing by the door. She sat up abruptly and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What are you going to do so late?"
Wen Hong tightened her grip on the doorknob, her voice low and hoarse: "You'll stay in this room."
On days like these, if he looked at her for even a second longer, he would lose control of the urge to burst forth from his body.
"Um?"
Perhaps it was because she had just eaten, or perhaps the bedroom temperature was a bit too high, but her fair face was flushed. She blinked at him and asked, "So, are you planning to separate from me on our wedding night?"
Wen Hong was taken aback and instinctively wanted to refute.
How could he bear to separate from her?
But the words were on the tip of his tongue, his lips trembled a few times, but he ultimately didn't say them, afraid that he might inadvertently offend her.
He remained silent, and her expression darkened.
She didn't give him much time to hesitate. She got out of bed and ran barefoot to his side in a few steps.
There was a slight pulling force from below.
Wen Hong lowered his eyes, and there was no sign that the slender white fingertip had wrapped around the hem of his clothes again.
It was like a kitten's paws gently scratching at the tip of his heart, making his whole heart tremble.
She looked up at him, a hint of slyness in her eyes: "Didn't you say that you believe in feng shui, and that separating right after marriage will affect your career luck?"
He was stunned.
It was just a lie he made up to stay by her side, yet she still remembered it.
And it was returned to him intact.
Wen Hong's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips; she had finally given in.
He closed the door, turned around, and was led back to the bedside by her.
He moved to the other side, sat down, and at the same time felt the weight pressing down from the other side, causing the mattress to sink gently.
Because of that tiny curve, his heartbeat seemed to stop.
He lifted the covers and lay down on the edge of the bed, sitting upright, not daring to overstep the bounds even slightly.
The distance between him and her was like an insurmountable chasm.
The lights were turned off, and the room was finally plunged into darkness.
Wen Hong then slowly exhaled.
While the last syllable was still stuck in his throat, there was movement on the other end.
The darkness blinds our eyes, but amplifies our senses infinitely.
The mattress trembled slightly, and Wen Hong felt a soft, delicate hand quietly reach out and carefully hook his fingers.
He didn't move, so she became bolder and quietly moved closer to him.
He first felt her light breath brush against his neck, and then his arm was lifted up.
Like a nimble fish, she unexpectedly slipped into his arms.
Author's Note: *gurgles*
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