Chapter 192 Jealous Husband
Du Yuanhua had already gotten into character, and every gesture he made revealed the cunning face of a businessman who would use his sister's marriage to gain benefits.
Meng Lingge blushed at the opportune moment and "shyly" clutched the hem of her skirt.
Wen Zhiming is kind-hearted by nature and would not kill someone just because a businessman used his sister to make a profit, but he would definitely find the behavior despicable. Meng Lingge thought that Wen Zhiming would call someone to kick them out after saying this.
Then she pulled off her face mask, giving her husband a surprise and a shock.
To everyone's surprise, after listening, Wen Zhiming's gaze lingered on her face, and he seemed to have developed a bit of interest.
"Your younger sister is both courageous and discerning. I wonder what she looks like?"
Meng Lingge was both ashamed and angry.
Help……
She felt like she was being teased by her husband in front of him.
Du Yuanhua saw that things were not developing as he had expected, but Meng Lingge remained silent, so he could only force himself to continue acting. "Although my little sister is not a beauty that can topple cities, she is definitely one in a million. After her cold is cured, the King of the Northern Frontier will be able to see her face."
“But I’m already quite impatient…” Wen Zhiming’s thin lips curved slightly, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at Meng Lingge. “I’m all alone in this military camp. I’m busy with military affairs during the day, and the long nights are truly lonely. Now that a beauty has come to my door, how can I not gladly accept her?”
After saying that, he even reached out to lift Meng Lingge's face mask.
Du Yuanhua and Meng Lingge were both startled. These words were really frivolous. Meng Lingge was still wondering if Wen Zhiming had recognized her. Her husband should not be so impulsive and reckless.
Du Yuanhua, already somewhat angry, immediately stepped in front of Meng Lingge, saying sternly, "The King of Northern Frontier is too hasty. My little sister is currently suffering from a cold and cannot see anyone. We were presumptuous. I will bring her to see you once she has recovered."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave with Meng Lingge.
The King of the Northern Frontier was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought that the person who could make Meng Lingge follow him wholeheartedly was at least an upright and honest person, but this guy accepted any beauty who was suddenly sent to him without knowing her background, and even dared to touch her in front of others.
He didn't want to do business with this kind of person anymore, and he certainly didn't want to hand his cousin over to this kind of person!
"Trying to leave? Too late!" Wen Zhiming sneered, his figure shifting slightly, and in an instant he was in front of Du Yuanhua, his giant hand grabbing at Du Yuanhua's left shoulder.
Du Yuanhua didn't know martial arts, so he was no match for him. He was hurt by Du Yuanhua's grip, but he still endured it without uttering a sound.
Wen Zhiming looked up at Meng Lingge, his smile growing even brighter.
"Is this all the skill you've got? You dare to show off your meager abilities before an expert? Have you only used this tactic on me, or on others as well?"
He was like a proud peacock, holding his head high, waiting for Meng Lingge's praise.
That "wife" made Meng Lingge no longer doubt that Wen Zhiming had recognized her long ago. Meng Lingge ripped off her face mask and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Did you recognize me as soon as I came in? Hurry up and let go. This is my cousin Du Yuanhua, he's from my family."
"So it's my eldest cousin. I was rude." Wen Zhiming withdrew his hand, but there was no trace of apology on his face. He turned around and looked at Meng Lingge with a serious expression. "I saw that my wife was in such a good mood, so I was just going to keep her company and make her happy. I didn't expect my eldest cousin to be so easily defeated. I was impulsive."
Actually, no.
From the moment Du Yuanhua entered, Wen Zhiming could tell that he didn't know martial arts. However, since Meng Lingge was so close to him and he was extremely protective of her, Wen Zhiming was a little jealous. So, under the guise of a joke, he made a slight move to assert his dominance.
He knew his actions were somewhat childish, but he didn't want to change.
Meng Lingge blushed at his words and explained, "My cousin genuinely wanted to do business with you. I was just joking to see if you could recognize me right away. You started hitting me without warning, and I didn't even have time to stop you."
Wen Zhiming's eyes flickered, their light shimmering.
"It's my fault. I was anxious when I saw him taking you away and became jealous. I hope my cousin will forgive me."
As they talked, they slowly drew closer, their hands clasped tightly, one blushing with shyness, the other exchanging loving glances.
They said they wanted to ask their older cousin for forgiveness, but no one even glanced at Du Yuanhua.
Du Yuanhua was suffering.
But he didn't say.
The two were deeply in love and put on a wonderful love drama, while the only one who got hurt was him, the unsuspecting and worrying honest man.
It's also because his love for Meng Lingge hadn't completely died out. He was usually calm and clear-headed, and should have realized that Wen Zhiming was pretending to be stupid long ago. However, he was not calm enough when it came to Meng Lingge and easily lost his composure.
As a man himself, he could tell from Wen Zhiming's words that Wen Zhiming was extremely jealous, clearly realizing that his feelings for his cousin were not entirely those of a brother and sister.
I said it to him on purpose.
The current loving scene is partly because it was intentionally shown to him.
This man has a sharp eye.
And just as he said, he now resembles a jealous husband.
His cousin clearly cared only about Wen Zhiming, while he was the outsider. Yet Wen Zhiming still took advantage of his misfortune, constantly stabbing him in the heart.
hateful.
Seeing the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere inside the tent, Du Yuanhua looked at the tent ceiling, the floor, the tables, the cushions, and everything else that could be seen inside the tent.
I dared not look at the couple with their eyes locked.
At this moment, Du Yuanhua desperately wished that he could burrow underground and become invisible, so that he could retreat quietly without alerting Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge.
But clearly he couldn't, and he was not small at all. Now he stood awkwardly next to Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge, even more dazzling than the sun.
In reality, the time in between wasn't long—just a few glances between the couple. But for Du Yuanhua, who was both physically and mentally wounded, each moment felt exceptionally long.
"My cousin isn't stingy. You guys talk business first. I need to see my father and mother when I arrive. Send someone to take me there."
Seeing that Du Yuanhua remained silent, Meng Lingge knew he was somewhat embarrassed. Realizing this, she quickly let go of Wen Zhiming's hand and turned to leave.
Wen Zhiming quickly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms with a little force.
He then smiled and said to Du Yuanhua, "Brother, you must be tired from your long journey. I'll send someone to take you downstairs to rest first, and we can discuss the business matters tomorrow."
Du Yuanhua was in a complicated mood and was indeed not in a good state to discuss business. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, King of Northern Frontier. I will bother you again tomorrow."
Wen Zhiming clapped his hands, and the guards who had left earlier walked to the door to await his orders.
Wen Zhimo said succinctly.
"Take this distinguished guest to rest."
The guard responded with a "Yes," and led Du Yuanhua away.
Only Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge remained in the room. Wen Zhiming looked at Meng Lingge with a dangerous glint in his eyes, then bent down and picked her up, carrying her to the table and sitting down in his lap.
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