Chapter 31 031 “I don’t want her to have any unnecessary…
"My wife has a good personality and doesn't argue with others, but I have a pretty average temper."
He glanced at the few people who had been making the most noise just now. His eyes seemed calm, but they made people feel inexplicably terrified.
After everyone realized what was happening, they looked at each other, not knowing for a moment whether they should be surprised that the girl was his wife, or surprised that he was defending his wife so much.
But no matter which one it was, the warning in his words was very straightforward.
Those with quick minds quickly understood the meaning behind this.
His patience is limited and he has been very restrained.
It wasn't because he was exposing his wife's embarrassing moments, but he was telling everyone that the junior high school girl was his wife, their marriage was protected by law, and that they should stop matchmaking.
"Uh..." Feng Zhen, who hadn't dared to speak the whole time, was dumbfounded.
He was sweating profusely when he heard the jeers. Who knew these people could be so aggressive? After all, they had been working in society for several years, yet they were so open about their words, treating Tzu-Heng like a high school student.
He scratched his head in pain and called a waiter over. "It's my treat. Open two more bottles of Martell Cordon Bleu."
I thought that with the good wine, I could shut these people up and fool them, but some tactless people came up again.
"Everyone has their youthful excitement. We were just joking. Ciheng, you don't mind, do you?"
When the provocative voice slowly sounded, it was like cold water dropped into a frying pan, bringing the already awkward atmosphere to a freezing point.
Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat. This was outrageous. Who on earth was this idiot who was so disrespectful to him?
He stared over, saw the other person clearly, and cursed: "Fuck!"
It was Zheng Ming who had been competing with Ciheng for many years.
Because he couldn't stand the fact that Ciheng had a good family background and good looks, and was always the center of attention, he had been trying hard to catch up with him since high school, wanting to surpass him. However, he was not strong enough and couldn't even catch up with Ciheng.
The private room suddenly became eerily quiet. Everyone's heart was in their throat, and everyone looked at Zheng Ming in unison.
He was publicly insulting Ciheng. What was he thinking? Did he drink too much and lose his mind?
Jiang Lin clenched her sweaty palms, and instead of looking at Zheng Ming who was ruining the atmosphere, she looked at the silent man opposite her with complicated eyes.
In fact, she also wanted to know how he would answer this question.
Ciheng had no intention of joining in their reminiscing. She lowered her eyes and turned her wedding ring. The triple-gold design was too eye-catching, flickering in the light.
The waiter pushed the door open and came in, serving wine and snacks. The reflection of the silver tray in his hand made a fierce look appear between his brows.
There was no anger as Zheng Ming had imagined, only contempt, as if he was just a clown entertaining others.
He didn't even say anything, just looked at people indifferently, and the color on Zhao Ming's face faded away little by little.
Finally, he opened his mouth, and every word he spoke clearly fell into the ears of everyone present.
"I do mind! My wife and I have a very good relationship, and I don't want her to have any unnecessary misunderstandings."
"For the teacher's sake, I don't want to cause a rift. I also hope that some people here will be more conscious and not make it too difficult for me."
Even though he'd drunk quite a bit, his mind was still terrifyingly clear. He said in a resounding voice, "There won't be a next time. Don't try to test my limits."
The words were harsh, not only said to Zheng Ming, but also seemed to be said to himself.
As the words fell, the silver spoon fell onto the silver bowl containing the snacks with a "bang", and Jiang Lin accidentally knocked over a plate of snacks.
She had already attracted other people's attention, but the sudden vibration of her cell phone overshadowed her gaffe.
Ciheng leaned forward slightly and, in full view of everyone, picked up the vibrating cell phone from the edge of the table.
It was undoubtedly a savior sent from heaven. The ringtone came at such a damn timely moment that Feng Zhen, who was closest to the phone, just wanted to burn three incense sticks to offer to the savior on the other end of the phone.
He curiously leaned over and glanced at Ciheng's screen. When he saw Wen Zhenni's profile picture, his heart finally settled down.
The atmosphere relaxed, and someone clapped their hands and suggested, "We've finally gotten together, let's take a group photo to commemorate it."
"I'll do it, I'll do it." The tall and thin squad leader volunteered, raised the selfie stick and adjusted the shooting angle.
After the group photo was taken, everyone asked him to send the photo to the class group.
Jiang Lin clicked on the group photo. The man was holding the phone and looking at the camera. It was Feng Zhen who suddenly called him.
The fluorescent light reflected his stern features, but left the corners of his eyes tilted upwards. I don't know if it was because of the so-called wife on the other end of the phone, or if it was something else.
She and he were neither close nor far away, but surprisingly, they were the only ones sitting there.
The warm yellow light in the room melted the outline into a silhouette, as beautiful as a painting.
Her fingertips lingered on the screen for a moment. Whether it was the dark side of her heart at work or her eagerness to know the woman's attitude, she chose the angle where the two of them were closest to each other and edited it into her Moments.
When I looked up again, Ciheng had already stood up and walked out of the rest area.
Standing in front of the window, he propped up his temples with his knuckles and looked outside.
High-rise buildings pierce the foggy night, and lights flow silently, gently wrapping up the sharp steel city.
Wen Zhenni was asking him when it would end.
He checked the time and realized it was getting late. He pinched his brows and didn't reply to the message, but instead dialed the number directly.
"Hello, husband?" A clear voice came from the receiver, like a sudden breeze blowing in, blowing away the boredom in his heart.
His voice was a little tired when he spoke on the phone. "I'm getting a headache from all the noise. You mean picking someone up starts with making cars?"
"..." Wen Zhenni breathed a sigh of relief, "No, it was just growing wings. Now that it has grown, it will fly over to take my dear husband home."
Ciheng said succinctly, "Well, come to the door."
"Give me ten minutes, it'll be quick."
There was a rustling sound coming from the other side, probably they were getting ready to leave.
He hung up the phone and didn't go back. He left the private room directly, walked through the empty corridor and headed towards the elevator hall.
In another private room, Xi Miao was singing happily. After Wen Zhenni answered the phone, she let out a "tsk" sound, her face full of disbelief.
"Can't the young master go back by himself?"
Wen Zhenni packed her things and shook her head, saying, "No, he won't be happy if I don't do what I promised him."
Xi Miao originally wanted to take her to Xiuse to drink and look at male models, but she decisively refused, claiming that she didn't want to drink because she had promised Ciheng to pick him up.
Xi Miao could only settle for the next best thing and come to Jinhuang Night Banquet for entertainment
Now that she was leaving, there was no point in staying alone, so I just went out with her.
As soon as the two entered the elevator, Xi Miao suddenly gasped and shoved a screenshot of his Moments in front of Wen Zhenni, "Nibao, look! Someone's trying to steal your girl!"
She had been chatting with Feng Zhen just now, and Feng Zhen accidentally let slip what happened at the class reunion tonight.
Xi Miao felt that the matter was not that simple. After her repeated questioning, Feng Zhen finally confessed everything and sent her a screenshot of his Moments.
The screenshots she showed Wen Zhenni were taken from Feng Zhen.
The photo was a large group shot, with dozens of people huddled in front of the camera, posing for the photo with beaming smiles. Wen Zhenni spotted Jiang Lin and Ciheng immediately, as they were the only two people sitting in the photo, forming the core area.
In the center of the frame, Jiang Lin's upper body leans toward Ciheng, a natural, slanting movement. Ciheng looks toward the camera, his lips curled up. He's about an arm's length away from Jiang Lin, a subtle yet striking presence in the slightly crowded crowd.
Wen Zhenni used two fingers to enlarge the photo, and then enlarged it again. The outline of Ciheng's face was blurred under the light, but the curve of his lips was still so obvious.
Jiang Lin captioned this photo: Back to that midsummer, hand in hand, three years have passed like yesterday.
"See?" Xi Miao gritted his teeth, his fingertips almost piercing the screen in excitement. "Who is he laughing at when he's laughing like this?"
Although Wen Zhenni was also surprised, she didn't show much reaction on her face. She asked, "What does she mean?"
"Can't you see? She's trying to alienate your relationship and declare war on you."
Wen Zhenni's eyes showed confusion, "Just like that?"
Despite Xi Miao's expression of "Are you mad as hell?", she nodded and said, "Oh, I understand."
"Hey? What do you know?" Xi Miao was confused by her nonsensical words.
Wen Zhenni spread her hands. "Can't you see? She's at her wit's end. Ciheng's attitude isn't important to her anymore. She's more interested in testing the attitude of me, her wife through marriage. In other words, she wants to know my reaction to this post."
"She is sick... I don't think she likes your man, but you." Xi Miao couldn't understand Jiang Lin's train of thought at all.
She wanted to continue complaining when the elevator door opened and Wen Zhenni walked out without looking back.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
Wen Zhenni continued walking, "Of course I will accept the challenge. It's boring for one person to perform on stage. It's a two-way competition."
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After Ciheng left, the private room fell completely silent. Feeling bored, the others followed him out of the revolving door.
The evening breeze brought a sultry wave of air. Ciheng stood at the door, his profile looking much colder and harder in the night. Several young men and women who had just come out of other bars, with a slightly tipsy excitement, looked at him boldly.
He glanced at them coldly, and the young people's faces changed and they walked away embarrassedly.
More and more classmates gathered around him. Amid the noisy laughter, he pursed his lips in annoyance and looked up at the landmark giant screen in front of him.
A huge advertisement was playing. The actress on the LED screen was blinking in the rain, with water droplets condensing on her eyelashes and about to fall. The advertisement ended, and the picture was accompanied by the signature of the cosmetics spokesperson, which was "Yu Lanfei".
He clearly remembered that the last time the giant screen here was playing Wen Zhenni's support video.
Ciheng was slightly startled, turned his head away, and continued to stare at the direction of the traffic with an expressionless face.
In less than two minutes, a low-key and luxurious Panamera stopped at the door.
The chattering crowd fell silent. Someone craned their neck to look, "Hey, is it one of your family members here?"
As the car window rolled down, the hot wind blew the strands of hair from Wen Zhenni's cheeks. Her eyes curved under her fisherman's hat, and her smile was like moonlight rippling on the lake. "Hey, handsome boy, come with me. How about I give you a ride?"
The man who was inadvertently teased by his wife: "..."
Feng Zhen, who was standing aside, opened his mouth wide: "..."
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