Chapter 222 Wanwan, please come upstairs for a chat.
Kong Wange smiled and said, "Perfect timing. I was really worried you wouldn't come looking for me. Remember, I'm staying in suite 1302 at the Kelton Hotel. Don't get lost."
After saying that, she waved to Wen Xiaoxiao and left without looking back.
Wen Xiaoxiao stomped her feet angrily as she watched her retreating figure: "Damn it, this woman is just a lowly commoner with no status, yet she dares to be so arrogant. Just wait until I get home and tell my aunt, she'll make sure she's dead!"
Kong Wange didn't listen to her "grand ambitions" at all; things were going so smoothly that she was in a very good mood.
As soon as she stepped out of the gate, she saw Murong Ting waiting by the car.
She walked over and asked, puzzled, "Why did you come here?"
"It's rush hour at this time, and it's hard to get a taxi. I came here specifically to pick you up and take you back to your hotel so you don't have to wait in line."
After saying that, Murong Ting opened the passenger door: "Get in."
Kong Wange stood still.
Murong Ting followed up, saying, "Wanwan, are you waiting for me to carry you to the car? There are people coming and going at the gate. It's not good for you to be hugging and cuddling."
Kong Wange looked around and saw that several gossipy eyes were already staring at her. Not wanting to attract too much attention, she had no choice but to get into the car.
Murong Ting smiled slightly, closed the car door, walked around to the other side, and got into the car.
As soon as he got in the car, he produced a large bouquet of blue roses from who-knows-where and handed it to Kong Wange: "Wanwan, I saw the competition rankings. Congratulations on getting your wish, Jiang Taigong."
Kong Wange was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
Murong Ting said, "What, you're even keeping it from me? You participated in the Ling Shu Competition and took Wen Xiaoxiao's spot, wasn't it all to get the Wen family's attention? As long as Wen Xiaoxiao tells her family about failing the competition, with the Wen family's strength, they can easily find out your identity with a little investigation. There will be only two outcomes: one is that your relatives will reminisce and shed tears; the other is that they will force you to hand over the spot."
"Unfortunately, whichever option the Wen family chooses, it will play right into your hands. In any case, they will bring you back to the Wen family to discuss the matter."
Kong Wange nodded frankly: "That's right."
Murong Ting smiled and said, "My Wanwan is so smart! So when are you planning to take these flowers? My arms are getting tired."
Kong Wange: "..."
She glanced at him sideways, but didn't move.
Murong Ting pretended not to understand her refusal: "What, you don't like it? I picked these flowers out myself at the flower shop, one by one. Didn't you tacitly agree that we could start as friends? It's normal for friends to send flowers to express their congratulations, isn't it?"
Seeing that the man seemed determined to give the flowers away, Kong Wange had no choice but to accept them and politely say, "Thank you."
A smug smile curled at the corner of Murong Ting's lips.
As the car sped along, Kong Wange thought of Sanbao and asked, "Why didn't you bring the children with you? Are they settling in well with you?"
Murong Ting calmly explained, "Wanwan, don't worry, they've adapted to it perfectly. I called them when I came out today, but they were having so much fun in the big house that they didn't even acknowledge me."
Kong Wange looked at him with a skeptical expression: "Really?"
Murong Ting said with feigned seriousness, "It's more real than pearls, why would I lie to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was his son Murong Chen calling. Before he could react, Kong Wange, thinking that it was inconvenient for him to drive, answered the call for him and put it on speakerphone.
As soon as the call connected, Murong Chen's wailing voice came through: "Daddy, we agreed to play hide-and-seek, where did you go!"
Murong Ting: "..."
Kong Wange glanced at Murong Ting speechlessly, then continued, "Chenbao, this is Mommy. Are you and your older brother and sister doing alright over there?"
Murong Chen was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "Mommy, it's you! So Daddy went to see Mommy!"
He hummed softly and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, if you want to go find Mommy, just say so. Why do you have to keep it from us? Do I look like an ignorant son? I understand that you adults have a lot of little secrets to tell each other. Just say it. Those who understand will understand. Brother Chi and Sister Ran won't follow us."
Murong Ting looked helpless, wishing he could crawl along the 5G network and shut his son up.
Murong Chen was a little tired after saying so much in one go, so he simply said, "Mommy, then I hope you and Daddy have a great time. Your sensible little son won't bother you anymore~"
"Sigh, Chenbao..."
Kong Wange wanted to say a few more words, but Murong Chen on the other end of the line had already hung up.
The car was eerily quiet for a moment.
Murong Ting looked at Kong Wange awkwardly: "This brat has always liked to talk nonsense since he was a child. Wanwan, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Kong Wange rolled her eyes at him, as if to say, "Do you think I believe that?" and turned her head away, ignoring him completely.
The two remained silent the entire way, and arrived at the hotel a dozen minutes later.
Kong Wange eagerly pushed open the car door: "I'm leaving now, thank you for bringing me back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ting said quietly, "Wanwan, why are you in such a hurry? I've been driving all the way here and my mouth is dry. Aren't you going to invite me up for a drink of water?"
Kong Wange turned to look at him: "After you finish your water, would you like to sit down for a while longer?"
Murong Ting: "It's not impossible."
"Get out!" Kong Wange slammed the car door shut.
Murong Ting hurriedly opened the car door and chased after her. His mind raced, and he suddenly asked, "Wanwan, don't you want to know more about the Wen family?"
Kong Wange paused in her steps.
Murong Ting continued to coax, "You're about to return to the Wen family. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, isn't it?"
Kong Wange glanced at him, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Come on up."
After saying that, he continued striding towards the hotel.
Murong Ting smiled calmly and followed.
The elevator took us all the way to 1302.
Kong Wange swiped her room card to open the door, and the two entered the room one after the other.
This room is a suite, with a small living room outside and a bedroom inside.
She casually hung her bag up, turned and sat on the sofa, pointing to another sofa next to her: "Go ahead and say it."
Seeing her businesslike demeanor, Murong Ting said quietly, "Wanwan, you really are..."
"What is it?" Kong Wange looked over coldly.
Murong Ting changed the subject and praised, "Effortless and straightforward."
He sat on the sofa, cleared his throat, and began to tell her about the Wen family.
"The Wen family is actually a family with a deep heritage in Kyoto. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Wen family were imperial physicians in the palace, serving the royal family. Their status was evident. At that time, the Wen family was divided into two branches: acupuncture and medicine. The acupuncture branch was good at acupuncture, while the medicine branch was good at medicine making. The two complemented each other and each had its own strengths."
“Your maternal grandfather was the inheritor of the acupuncture technique and the thirteenth head of the Wen family. However, by the time the Wen family reached your maternal grandfather’s generation, it had gradually declined, and there were fewer and fewer outstanding younger generations. I believe you can see this from the fact that they sent someone with Wen Xiaoxiao’s strength to participate in the Spiritual Pivot Competition.”
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