Lin Yitang's phone rang. She glanced and saw it was Qian Yuanyuan calling. Just as she was about to pick up the phone, Wen Zeli suddenly said, "I'm waiting for the day when Tangtang tells me what she's hiding."
Lin Yitong's hands trembled uncontrollably, but he calmed down in the face of Wen Zeli's meaningful smile. He answered the phone as if he didn't hear what he said, but both of them knew in their hearts that what had just happened could not be revealed.
"Sister Yitang, I've returned home safely. To express my gratitude, my father would like to invite you to our house for a meal."
Lin Yitang was about to refuse, but the next second she heard Qian Yuanyuan say, "Our aunt is from the southwest and is good at making spicy dishes. Doesn't Sister Yitang like spicy food?"
This sentence hit the nail on the head for Lin Yitang. The chefs of the Wen family were all locals, and the father and son of the Wen family could not eat spicy food, so the dishes they usually cooked were relatively light. Even though they knew that she liked spicy food and had learned some, Lin Yitang always felt that there was some gap between them and what the authentic chefs cooked.
She changed her tone and replied, "Thank you for your help."
Qian Yuanyuan's voice was a little excited. "That's great! I thought Sister Yitang wouldn't agree! I'll go talk to the chefs right now and ask them to make their specialties."
Lin Yitang listened and swallowed, inexplicably looking forward to tonight's party.
Wen Zeli stayed aside. Although he didn't hear Qian Yuanyuan's words, he could tell from Lin Yitang's expression that she was in a good mood. He asked calmly, "What are you so happy about?"
"Yuanyuan said she wants to invite us to her house for dinner. The chef is from the southwest, and I love her so much."
Wen Zeli thought thoughtfully, do you like spicy food?
"What are you going to do later?" Wen Zeli asked.
"I want to go to the dance studio to practice for a while. I haven't finished my task for today." Lin Yitang said, "I'm leaving first."
"I'll go with you." Wen Zeli walked with her.
"You're not going to work?" Lin Yitang was a little surprised. "Aren't you called an overtime maniac by Uncle Liu and the others?"
"Mrs. Wen," Wen Zeli addressed her formally for the first time, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Your husband is not a donkey in the production team. He will never hesitate when it's time to rest."
"I thought you loved your work, but from what Liu Bo described you to me, aren't you just an exploiter who's always working or on his way to work?"
"Mrs. Wen, I have to correct your perception. I work because nothing else can pique my interest. But have I worked overtime for a single day since I came back? Compared to work, Mrs. Wen interests me much more."
"Oh, I see." Lin Yitang replied casually. If you didn't want to follow me, who would care about you!
Wen Zeli looked at her indifferent attitude towards him, his eyes darkened, his thin lips pursed, and a cold air came from his body.
The servants passing by were frightened by his appearance and dared not look at him for a moment. They greeted them and left in a hurry, as if they would be harmed if they walked a second slower.
Lin Yitang sensed his gloomy mood and was about to leave, but after taking two steps, she noticed that Wen Zeli was still standing there, so she softened her heart. She walked closer to Wen Zeli and said, "Boss Wen, would you mind going to the dance studio with me to relax?"
Wen Zeli raised his eyelids and glanced at her indifferently without saying a word.
Lin Yitang thought with some distress, it seemed like she was really angry this time. She continued to persuade him, her voice inadvertently laced with coaxing, "Go ahead, give me some advice."
Perhaps to appear gentle, she deliberately lowered her voice. Her usually clear voice was filled with tenderness, like a ball of sweetness. "Go, go."
Wen Zeli's eyes moved, his Adam's apple seemed to roll, and his attitude softened. "Let's go."
Seeing that her persuasion had worked, Lin Yitang smiled, her soft and slender eyes curved, and in an instant she became bright and beautiful, beyond words.
Wen Zeli's eyes were like a ball of cast cold iron. A strange heat appeared in his originally indifferent eyes, which were full of strength and aggression.
Lin Yitang was obviously not used to this look. She subconsciously retracted her smile and avoided his gaze.
Wen Zeli made a dissatisfied "tsk" sound, but gradually returned to normal. However, his fingers were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to imprison something in his arms but was blocked. He could only put chains on himself to suppress the desire in his heart.
Wen Zeli was unusually calm as they walked to the dance studio. He walked half a step behind Lin Yitang. He seemed to be standing back, but in fact, he seemed to want to surround Lin Yitang completely. Even if it was Lin Yitang's shadow, Wen Zeli was unwilling to let it leave his control.
Lin Yitang felt the powerful gaze of Yan behind her and wanted to flee several times, but she had a hunch that Wen Zeli was still a gentleman at this moment, a gentle man at heart. If she angered him again, he would be so angry that he would completely lose his pretense, and her chances of escaping would be almost zero. So, despite the extreme torment, Lin Yitang endured it.
Wen Zeli naturally guessed her psychological activities clearly, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little. His little wife was quite smart. Even he himself didn't know what he would do if Lin Yitong avoided him or left him alone today.
The two of them cleverly maintained a balance in this state of one retreating and the other invading, and Lin Yitang quickly put his mind into the dance.
Wen Zeli sat on the sofa next to her, staring at the graceful and slender back of her. His gaze was so sticky that he didn't want to move away for a long time. He thought contentedly: Mine.
When the conversation was almost over, Lin Yitang's phone rang again. Wen Zeli answered it without hesitation. A man's voice came from the other end, "Is Qian Yuanyuan with you?"
The tone sounded a bit anxious and impolite. Wen Zeli's face turned cold, "I think it's basic courtesy to introduce yourself before calling."
Su Nanyi was still unaware of the man's voice when she first heard it. When she realized who it was, cold sweat immediately dripped down her face, and her voice softened a bit: "Mr. Wen, I'm Su Nanyi, the attending physician of Young Master Wen Hangxing. Could you please ask Madam Wen to answer the phone?"
"She's busy." Wen Zeli hung up the phone after saying this, leaving Su Nanyi no chance to breathe.
Su Nanyi, who hadn't slept all night, looked at the black screen of his phone with a grim expression, but in the end he didn't call again.
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