Wen Yunyi: ......
After a while, the wind stopped, and Wen Cheng's true nature was revealed. She glared at Wen Qi and said angrily, "You promised to peel it for me!"
Wen Qi patiently reached out to soothe her, "If you want oranges, you'd better sit here quietly with me. No inviting anyone else." Wen Qi emphasized every syllable of her last sentence, and Wen Cheng immediately lost her temper.
For some reason, he would be very happy whenever Qi Ge showed a possessiveness towards him that he rarely displayed, as if it were a reminder that he had found a place to belong.
Seeing Wen Qi's reserved and elegant demeanor, Wen Cheng's wicked thoughts involuntarily arose.
There was no wind at the moment, and the curtains were drawn tightly.
Wen Cheng leaned closer and whispered to Wen Qi, "Brother Qi, don't make a sound, I'm going to kiss you!"
Wen Qi looked over with some surprise, then chuckled and said, "Who gives advance notice before kissing?" It was just like a max-level player mocking a newbie in a beginner's village.
Wen Cheng glared at him unhappily, then charged forward like a cannonball.
"Brother, these are mangosteens I peeled," Wen Yunyi suddenly popped his head out, then froze.
At this moment, Wen Cheng did a split and lay down next to Wen Qi's legs, her back to Wen Yunyi. Her right hand was still tightly wrapped around Wen Qi's collar. Wen Qi wrapped one arm around Wen Cheng's body as she was about to fall, but the hand that Wen Cheng had covered was touching Wen Cheng's swollen lower lip with a very malicious intent. Wen Cheng was so stimulated that she couldn't help but open her mouth in pain. Then Wen Qi's hand went in, and his fingers, which had a bitter taste like orange peel, gently rolled and played with her tongue. Wen Cheng was so frightened that she trembled, but she didn't want to bite Brother Qi's fingers, so she could only endure it with her mouth half open.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Wen Yunyi snapped out of his surprise.
"I gave you that orange, and you're still fussing with me, Wen Cheng? Get up," Wen Qi said, pretending to scold him. Wen Cheng could only whimper twice, finally realizing Wen Qi's meanness. He told him to get up, but his fingers didn't let go, skillfully stirring his mouth.
Wen Yunyi never doubted his older brother, especially when things were reconciled. He would always act particularly well-behaved and happy.
"Oh dear, brother, you won't be angry because Big Brother gave me an orange, will you? Big Brother is definitely not the kind of person who's biased! I peeled mangosteens for you, brother, please don't fall out with Big Brother because of how he took care of me~" Wen Yunyi placed the two peeled, tender mangosteens on Wen Cheng's table with great satisfaction, and then pulled the white veil back up with a satisfied look.
Wen Cheng struggled to get up, drool uncontrollably dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away haphazardly, but the blush on her face didn't fade so easily. Wen Qi watched as she slowly and meticulously wiped the drool from her fingers with a tissue, like a cunning fox stealing cream.
"Chengcheng, did you have fun playing with everyone?" Wen Qi's question was quite subtle.
Even with his brain completely shut down, Wen Cheng understood why Brother Qi was so interested in this gathering. Brother Qi was no longer the refined Brother Qi he remembered; he was just a scoundrel!
"Chengcheng, do you remember what you owe me?" Wen Qi asked without any displeasure when Wen Cheng ignored him.
Wen Cheng let out a heavy groan, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction. He couldn't take this kind of stimulation a second time! Who knew if Wen Yunyi would open the curtains again?
"I won't do it!"
Wen Qi wasn't annoyed, but his fingers unconsciously rubbed his injured earlobe, once, twice. Under this silent coercion, Wen Cheng finally obediently leaned closer.
Their lips gradually closed to nothing. Wen Qi's innate skill honed with each practice, and as his lips brushed against her palate, Wen Cheng couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Then, Wen Qi gently bit her tongue.
"Be good, don't make a sound, we're outside," Wen Qi said, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions.
You know you're out there!
Wen Yunyi was happily broadcasting about the mangoes he had just caught, planning to peel two before delivering them.
Xie Nianyu coughed appropriately. He understood all too well the way Wen Qi looked at Wen Cheng—that almost overflowing possessiveness was not something an ordinary older brother would do to his younger brother. It was just that his boss was hard to see through. Calling her a "green tea" was just a low-level, pretentious one. She had only ever liked Qin Zhou, and couldn't even detect a connection between them.
"Mr. Wen, don't always peel them for your brother. If you're really free, you can give them to me. Consider it a reward for my hard work these past few days." Xie Nianyu's pure white temperament was completely inversely proportional to the profoundness he exuded.
At the time, Wen Yunyi discovered Xie Nianyu at a very famous cosmetics company. Xie Nianyu was just a general helper then, but despite being a general helper, his demeanor was completely different from others. His aura was like pure white snow, concealing all the darkness within him. However, it couldn't be denied that Xie Nianyu's darkness, like his innate temperament, was inseparable. Wen Yunyi immediately recognized his talent and spent a large sum of money to poach him. Sure enough, Xie Nianyu did not disappoint.
However, Wen Yunyi couldn't deny that he couldn't see through this person no matter how hard he tried.
"Hey, eat it if you want, don't say I, the boss, have treated you badly." Wen Yunyi's mango-peeling skills were learned from Wen Yin; he could peel a whole mango in less than a minute.
Xie Nianyu accepted it with satisfaction, and before Wen Yunyi could even think about lifting the curtain, she brought him back with her work.
Meanwhile, the two on the other side took advantage of the unique circumstances to make up for all the kisses they missed during their separation.
Everyone was satisfied with the meal. After leaving the restaurant, they went their separate ways. The meal had lasted for over two hours. The filming crew returned to the snow mountain to continue filming, completely satisfied. Wen Cheng watched the group leave, and when they were out of sight, her right hand was gently taken by the person next to her.
"Let's go," Wen Qi called out.
"Mm," Wen Cheng replied, feeling a little downcast as she thought about how Wen Qi would be leaving after only one afternoon.
"Brother Qi, when we get back, we won't be able to hold hands freely in the street like we do now. We'll also have to be careful not to let Mom and Dad find out."
"Don't you like it?" Wen Qi asked back.
It's certain she doesn't like it, but Wen Cheng isn't so immature as to think otherwise. To be so honest about their situation is simply unbelievable. "Brother Qi, I knew we'd go through this before we got together. You'll get used to it!" Wen Cheng tried to look on the bright side.
Wen Qi looked somewhat displeased and whispered a promise: "Chengcheng, give me some time."
Wen Cheng didn't answer. Instead, he gripped Wen Qi's hand tightly. No matter how many terrible accidents or mishaps might happen when they returned, he didn't want to cowardly let go. This was the only promise he could give to Brother Qi.
Author's Note:
Goodnight~
Chapter 88 Loneliness
After resting overnight, Wen Cheng's foot was fully recovered and she was able to continue filming. Today is the fourth day of filming, and there are only three days left to finish filming. If Wen Cheng's filming goes smoothly, it will be over in the next two days. The rest of the time is spent waiting for Yan Luan's part to finish.
Today's shoot was at a high latitude, at the border with the snow-capped mountains. The temperature dropped sharply, and Wen Cheng felt cold even while wearing a down jacket. But surprisingly, Yan Luan had already gotten used to the temperature here and didn't even blink when he took off his clothes.
The director and the others seemed quite used to it, as if the only thing left in the world was Wen Cheng, who was bundled up like a baby chick and refused to take off her thick down jacket.
"Chengcheng, stick your neck out a little, you need to apply powder to your neck too," the makeup artist coaxed gently.
Wen Cheng reluctantly agreed, then opened her high collar with a look of grim determination, letting the cold wind rush in without hesitation. Wen Cheng shivered from the cold.
The makeup artist, seeing Wen Cheng's pitiful appearance, was overcome with maternal instinct and began to comfort her.
"Director, this is for your own good. Let him get used to the temperature outside first, so it won't get even colder later. Look, Yan Luan is already quite used to it," the young lady said, her tone just like a mother urging her child to eat. "Look, the boy at the next table can eat by himself now."
Wen Cheng nodded, shivering. In the past, this kind of hardship was nothing, and even if he suffered like this, he would only earn three or four hundred yuan at most. Unlike now, he earns millions a day. For this money, he has no reason to back down!
"But, Chengcheng, I feel like you and President Wen have a really good relationship~" The young lady's eyes gleamed with gossip. She only dared to tease Wen Cheng like this after getting to know her better these past two days. After all, since the day before yesterday, the hot topic in their filming crew has been the love-hate relationship between Wen Cheng and President Wen, and all sorts of stories have been made up.
Wen Cheng coughed awkwardly, but fortunately the weather was cold enough that his cheeks didn't turn red. "We've had some work-related interactions before, and Mr. Wen has always been so kind to his subordinates."
That's utter nonsense!!
Although the makeup artist wasn't under Wen Qi's jurisdiction, people as famous as Wen Qi knew more than anyone else about the big picture, even if they didn't know the specifics. In his twenty-seven years, he had seen all kinds of beautiful women, but he had never been hooked. He was mostly aloof in his interactions with people, and apart from unavoidable work-related exchanges, he had very few friends. Where would he suddenly have the leisure to show such concern for a subordinate who wasn't even in his direct department?
Wen Cheng sensed the young lady's obvious skepticism. If he explained, he would definitely give himself away, so it was better not to say anything. Well, he wouldn't say anything!
I thought the young lady would give up on the topic, but to my surprise, she was still motivated to expand on it. "But in my opinion, Mr. Wen isn't as easygoing as he seems on the surface. I even suspect he has autism. That's not entirely accurate, but basically, it feels like he doesn't need outsiders and isn't particularly enthusiastic about groups. It's as if he has an innate sense of loneliness. I heard from a friend in the sales department that when Mr. Wen first graduated, he concealed his true identity and went to work at the grassroots level. Other salespeople were tested on drinking with partners, building relationships, or working in groups to handle a client. In short, many things were interconnected, but Mr. Wen did it all by himself. He didn't even drink or flatter people. For him, profits are crystal clear, down to a data report. A small meeting can bring about the results that other salespeople have worked on for months. But..."
The young woman suddenly stopped speaking, as if she had been abruptly interrupted while listening to something very important.
"But what?" Wen Cheng asked subconsciously.
The young lady hummed twice and gave Wen Cheng a look that said, "You don't understand at all." She continued, "But when President Wen reached the top position in the department, she didn't take over the old President Wen's company. Instead, she resigned and only started a new game company with a completely new team six months later. Chengcheng, didn't you know that?"
This was big news at the time, and most of the new employees now know about it.
However, Wen Cheng works in the IT department, a group of men whose minds are filled with nothing but programmers, brothers, and wives. Naturally, such stories wouldn't surface.
The thought of Wen Qi made Wen Cheng feel much more resistant to the cold.
"So, do you know why President Wen stopped doing the original business?"
“Some people say it’s a hobby, after all, Mr. Wen’s success in this area has quadrupled the company’s value. But I think it’s highly likely that Mr. Wen doesn’t like the outside world, or he had a major falling out with someone in that job, and he doesn’t have such a strong desire for interpersonal relationships. That’s why he’s turned his attention to a relatively young industry with more innovative ideas, where there aren’t as many industry rules as in the old ones. Ability comes first, and form comes second,” the young lady said, speaking with great confidence, as if Mr. Qi was a lonely genius in the eyes of outsiders.
But is Brother Qi really autistic? He was at ease at the party, never intimidated, and never lost to anyone in terms of presence. He was a perfect person in his own eyes. And because he was that kind of person, all he asked of himself and his lover was that they be safe and sound and give him a sense of security.
Speaking of a sense of security, Wen Cheng recalled that night when Brother Qi held her hand tightly.
Wen Cheng suddenly realized that she didn't seem to know Brother Qi as well as she had imagined.
She was even less capable than a stranger. She never thought to ask Brother Qi about his past. She just foolishly let Brother Qi lead her around and fell in love in a naive way.
Wen Chengshen felt that this was wrong and needed to reflect on it.
With this in mind, Wen Cheng easily weathered the cold spell. About two hours later, around noon, the sun came out, and Wen Cheng's makeup was almost finished.
For this shoot, he even wore a white wig, about neck-length. After removing his heavy white cotton-padded coat, Wen Cheng wore a white hooded cloak underneath, blending seamlessly with the snow. The most colorful part of his outfit was his face; his orange-toned eye makeup was even heavier than before, and white false eyelashes made his eyes even more expressive.
Wearing a white top and pants, and still barefoot, Wen Cheng's nose was red from the cold, but that was exactly the effect the director wanted.
At this point, the prop team had already scattered red maple leaves at the boundary between the snow and the grass. The white snow and red leaves complemented each other, and the strong color contrast filled this moment with a fragmented beauty. In the dynamic shooting, Wen Cheng needed to slowly walk along the leaves towards the snow, while a drone overhead filmed her from every angle.
The camera focused on Yan Luan, who was also draped in a long blue-black robe. He was shirtless, his eyelashes covered in ice, and he was as beautiful as a statue.
Even without seeing the final product, Wen Cheng could imagine how successful the shoot was. It wasn't that she was confident in herself, but rather in the team. Although everyone usually joked around, they put in 200% effort when it came to work. When hard-working people want to succeed, nothing can stop them.
Because Wen Cheng kept thinking about Wen Qi during the filming, her expressions often became uncontrollable. As a result, the director filmed a simple scene more than ten times before he was satisfied. Wen Cheng's feet were frozen red at this time, so everyone quickly brought out the hot water that had been prepared in advance for Wen Cheng to soak her feet to prevent her injured feet from getting hurt again.
While Wen Cheng rested, Yan Luan continued filming his parts in the snow.
Compared to her own agility, Yan Luan gives off a more composed vibe, a beauty that combines strength and fragility.
No wonder Yan Luan looked freezing every time he came down the mountain the other day; it turns out he was undergoing this kind of training on the mountain. Wen Cheng couldn't take it after only one morning, while Yan Luan had endured it for so long without uttering a sound.
“Yan Luan seems to be born to be a model,” Xie Nianyu said, sitting down next to Wen Cheng and looking at Yan Luan with admiration.
Wen Cheng also looked over. Yan Luan was much more insightful than her in both his demeanor and actions. As the older brother, he was quite proud. It felt like someone was praising his own child. "It still depends on his future choices," he said.
Xie Nianyu nodded, and suddenly his phone vibrated. When he took it out of his pocket, Wen Cheng inevitably saw a pendant on the phone.
It's an incredibly childish pig-headed doll.
So Xie Nianyu had this kind of hobby? Wen Cheng deeply felt that you can know a person's face but not their heart.
"The director called me over. Chengcheng, you should get some rest. After you've had your bath, go and rest in the car for a bit," Xie Nianyu said with concern as she walked away.
Wen Cheng nodded, shook her leg, and before she could take out her phone, it rang. She pulled it out and saw it was a video call from her grandfather.
Having not seen Grandpa Wen for several days, Wen Cheng missed him terribly, completely forgetting that she was wearing heavy makeup and even had blue eyes.
When the video call connected, the grandfather on the other end was so frightened that he pulled the phone away from him.
"Is it Chengcheng?" Grandpa asked doubtfully.
Wen Cheng then remembered her makeup and shyly hummed in agreement, "Grandpa, I was working, so my makeup was a little heavy."
"It's okay, Chengcheng will look good no matter what she looks like," some people said, even though they were initially startled, they still offered plenty of praise.
Wen Cheng scratched her head sheepishly, and then saw a figure that was all too familiar walk through the camera lens.
"Brother Qi!"
Realizing she had gotten too excited, Wen Cheng nervously looked around. Luckily, everyone was busy with Yan Luan's affairs, and there weren't many people around her.
"Brother Qi, didn't you go to work?" Wen Cheng asked in a low voice.
"It's a holiday today, and you two little brats are both out here. You won't even let Qiqi keep the three of us old folks company?" Wen Yongwang's voice could be heard off-camera.