Inside the Eight Treasures Studio.
Wen Zhaoye and Zhou Jinyan were sitting in their seats when he glanced at the two of them walking in together. He frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything in front of Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin had already brought the person, so it was inappropriate for him to say anything about kicking them out. After all, he had just won Song Yan's favor, and he felt a little awkward, but he could only sit down.
Song Yan spoke first, saying, "I'm sorry, I thought you would bring Jiao Jiao with you, so I came along too."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the sky outside and saw that it had already darkened and was snowing. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided against bringing her over.
Immediately, he took out his phone and called Wen Jiaojiao, saying:
"Honey, I won't be coming home for dinner, but Song Yan is here too. It's dark and slippery outside, so I can't pick you up. So don't hang up, just keep listening."
After saying that, he looked up and gestured for Zhou Jinyan and Zhou Jin to make a sound.
Zhou Jinyan chuckled softly: "Yes, it wasn't just the two of them alone."
Zhou Jin was speechless, but still spoke up in support:
"Song Yan came with me, so don't worry."
Wen Jiaojiao was already sitting in bed, and she chuckled softly:
"Brother, I trust you completely. Just eat without worry. You don't need to report to me about such small things next time."
Look how scared you are! You even had to call them to confirm with me.
Wen Zhaoye asked worriedly:
"In short, don't hang up the phone, otherwise you won't know what misunderstandings might arise."
Having no other choice, Wen Jiaojiao could only place the phone next to her pillow.
"Okay, I'm listening."
Zhou Jinyan joked:
"Okay, if you two got along like this, there would be twenty fewer episodes of arguments and misunderstandings in a TV series."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled and said:
"The worst thing in life is arguing, especially over unnecessary misunderstandings. Even if the misunderstanding is cleared up later..."
However, the harsh words spoken during arguments are indelible, and over time, they will gradually erode the relationship. Therefore, I will always be mindful of these aspects.
Song Yan smiled nonchalantly, but her slender hand on the table clenched tightly.
Zhou Jinyan picked up some food and put it in her mouth, then chuckled softly:
"Did you come here to treat me to dinner to comfort me, or to show off your love?"
Wen Zhaoye chuckled:
"I'm just passing on some experience to you guys. Otherwise, if I'm the only one living a harmonious life while you guys are in your second or third marriages and still arguing every day, it's easy to lose your brotherhood."
Zhou Jin said irritably:
"You're either married twice or three times."
Wen Zhaoye nodded in agreement:
"Yes, both her second and third marriages were with my darling sister."
A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone:
"You'll easily get beaten up by them if you keep doing this."
"That's just jealousy. I'm only a few months older than them, and I got married before them."
After Wen Zhao finished speaking, ignoring the speechless looks the two men gave him, he picked up the phone, stood up, and said:
"I'm going to the restroom first, you guys eat first."
The person on the other end of the phone said, "You can't expect me to hear you when you go to the bathroom, can you?"
Wen Zhaoye went into the restroom and insisted:
"We can't hang it up, though. Who knows what kind of unexplained accident might happen?"
Wen Jiaojiao closed her eyes, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and felt a sense of security. She smiled happily without making a sound.
Just then, the phone ran out of battery and shut down, abruptly stopping the sound.
After Wen Zhaoye finished eating, he grabbed the phone from the sink and stepped out the door when he bumped into Song Yan, who was walking towards him.
He immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly explained over the phone, "Honey, I just..."
He was halfway through his sentence when he realized the call wasn't connected. He frantically dialed back, only to hear a message that the phone was switched off.
In an instant, he had already imagined the scene of Wen Jiao, who was so spoiled, not wanting the child and insisting on getting a divorce.
Looking at his charred face, Song Yan couldn't help but explain:
"Sorry, I was just going to the restroom. I didn't know you would be coming out at this time."
The men's and women's restrooms were accessed through the same door, so Wen Zhaoye had nothing to say about it.
But when he glanced down at the foundation stain on the chest of his down jacket, his worry deepened. He hurriedly walked to the table and said to Zhou Jinyan and Zhou Jin:
“You’ll wait for me here.”
Looking at his composed expression, Zhou Jinyan asked:
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going back first. Anyway, don't leave until I'm back, and don't let Song Yan leave either." Wen Zhaoye said as he walked out, looking as if he was afraid that the others would run away and he wouldn't be able to explain the foundation marks on his clothes.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the phone that was switched off and could only grab the power cord next to her to charge it. She was completely unaware that Wen Zhaoye, afraid that she would overthink things, had ridden his motorcycle back at top speed.
Seeing that her phone could be turned on, Wen Jiaojiao called back and said, "Brother, my phone was off just now."
The howling wind couldn't drown out the roar of the engine on the other end of the phone, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying:
"Honey, let me tell you, I just came out of the bathroom and bumped into Song Yan, and as a result, I got a mark on my chest."
But I absolutely didn't do it on purpose. I'll take you there right now and we'll confirm it with them.
Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but worry:
“Drive slower, it’s getting dark, it’s not safe, and I won’t be suspicious all the time over such a small thing.”
The next second, the engine noise on the other end of the phone quieted down considerably, followed by Wen Zhaoye's voice:
“Okay, wife, but to avoid misunderstandings later, I still need to take you there now to explain things to Song Yan.”
Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly, convinced that he was being overly suspicious. To avoid an accident while riding her bike after answering the phone, she hung up, got up, and dressed, muttering to herself:
Just how afraid is he of me overthinking things?
After getting dressed, Wen Zhaoye arrived home just then. He went inside and pointed to the almost invisible mark on his chest, saying:
"Wife, she bumped into me here, but there was no other direct physical contact."
Although Wen Jiaojiao was speechless, she still cooperated and said:
"Don't be nervous, I believe you, and I never intended to question you or argue with you."
Wen Zhaoye took off his coat, held it in his arms, then put on another down jacket, took her hand, and said:
"Honey, come on, I'll take you to talk to her and make things clear. It's best if she's not around when I'm around, otherwise it won't be so easy to clear things up next time."
Wen Jiaojiao had no choice but to get on the motorcycle with him. He draped his jacket over her head and sped off towards the county town.
It was closing time at Babaozhai, and the staff, seeing only one table occupied, couldn't leave without permission. The manager came out and gave instructions:
"Alright, you guys can go home now. This table is all our own people."
After everyone left, the manager stepped forward and said:
"They don't seem to be here to eat. What's wrong?"
Zhou Jinyan leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said:
"Who knows what's gotten into Zhao Ye, making us wait for him here."
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