"Is it because...that's Wen Yunyi's company?" The Maybach drove steadily on the highway; Wen Qi rarely drove such an eye-catching car.
Wen Cheng asked the question cautiously.
Wen Qi's expression didn't change much. "These are all family investments. No matter what, I have no reason to go against my own family's money."
...Wen Qi's honesty in the face of money still exceeded Wen Cheng's expectations.
At a long red light intersection, Wen Qi finally got to look back at his crush, who was looking down at him with a pitiful expression, tapping her fingers together. Even though her nails were neatly trimmed, they couldn't stop her from scratching them.
You need to change your habit of fidgeting when you feel wronged!
Without hesitation, Wen Qi reached out and pried Wen Cheng's intertwined index fingers apart, then used his own hand to replace Wen Cheng's right hand, tightly clasping it with her left.
"Stop breathing on your bare fingers all the time," Wen Qi said, turning his head to look at Wen Cheng. His deep eyes held a hint of reproach, but the rest were filled with deep affection.
Wen Cheng suddenly couldn't figure it out.
I feel like I can't withstand this onslaught for more than a few days. But Brother Qi isn't Brother Qi; it seems like anything he wants can just jump and leap into his hands.
"Okay~" Wen Cheng responded softly and obediently.
"Good girl," a deep voice said, filled with affection.
The green light turned on again, saving Wen Cheng from being nearly knocked unconscious by the sweet talk.
"Tell me, why did you suddenly want to be a model? You never seem to show any interest in your regular job. Don't tell me you're not good at it or don't like it; even Minister Zhang told me that half of the IT department's colleagues can't match your talent." Wen Qi coldly spoke the blunt truth.
Wen Cheng was as honest as a quail, but if he didn't tell the truth now, he would really have to say goodbye to 30 million. That was 30 million!
"Because the model's salary is, um, ten million," Wen Cheng didn't dare to say more. What if Brother Qi found another way to split it with her? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
"How much?" Wen Qi asked in a deep voice.
Wen Cheng shuddered, "Uh, actually it's twenty million, I misremembered."
"snort,"
Wen Cheng quickly waved her hands in apology, "No, no, no, thirty million, and there's probably another ten or twenty million for later stages."
Wen Qi then gave Wen Cheng a look that said, "You know what's good for you," and said, "No wonder you were tempted."
Wen Cheng quickly flattered, "It just means I inherited Brother Qi's excellent money-grubbing genes!"
"When did I give birth to you?"
......
Suddenly being demoted by a generation, Egg is furious!!!
Wen Qi brought Wen Cheng to an artificial breeding ranch in the suburbs. The ranch owner, with a keen business sense, had opened a barbecue restaurant and dug an artificial lake for customers to fish. However, they arrived too late this time, so they didn't get to use that service.
When the two of them arrived, they chose a private room by the window. Under the setting sun, they could vaguely see flocks of sheep running outside. The boundless green ocean of trees swept away most of their restlessness. The refreshing autumn breeze blew the wisps of hair on Wen Cheng's forehead, and the aroma of fresh roasted meat filled their noses. It was quite a pleasant experience.
The restaurant here offers the option of having the waiter grill the food or grilling it yourself. Wen Qi, eager for some alone time with her partner, couldn't possibly pass up such an opportunity. After the waiter grilled the first batch, she took over the grilling herself.
So, talent truly is talent. Even his cooking speed is faster than others. Wen Cheng was quite flattered to eat the meat Wen Qi grilled for him for the first time. On his first day in this world, he was constantly thinking about how to serve the powerful figure in front of him. He never expected that in just a few months, the powerful figure would be serving him instead.
Wow, he has such a strong personal charm!
"Your mouth is stretched all the way to your gums, tone it down a bit, eat your meat." Wen Qi reminded her. Freshly slaughtered beef doesn't taste very fishy. This barbecue restaurant emphasizes the original flavor, so they don't use much seasoning. Wen Cheng initially thought she wouldn't be used to it, but after one bite, she couldn't stop. This is the happiness of the rich!
Especially after hearing that this meal would cost five figures, Wen Cheng ate even more heartily! Wen Qi handed her a piece, and Wen Cheng quickly finished it.
"Regarding the model," Wen Qi brought up the matter again during the break, "Wen Yunyi wasn't the main reason."
After all, no matter what, Wen Yunyi hadn't completely fallen out with his family and still showed a willingness to change. Wen Qi naturally wouldn't push things too far; once this matter was over, they could still live as a family.
only,
“Now that you’ve become a model, even if you’re actually on screen, you’ve practically stepped into the entertainment industry. Then you’ll be recognized by the public, and both good and bad comments will flood your life. Wen Cheng, you know our lives don’t need you in that kind of environment right now, and it’s probably not your interest anyway,” Wen Qi said very seriously.
Wen Cheng also fell into thought and finally came to a conclusion.
"Brother Qi, don't worry. Actually, besides the money, another reason for modeling is that I want to be with Yan Luan. I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone. Also, he promised me that he would seriously consider studying after this job is over. In addition, the person who invited us is really sincere. You can tell he is serious about his work. I think I've been influenced by him a bit. And most importantly, Brother Qi, I'm only doing this photoshoot. I have absolutely no intention of entering the entertainment industry. You're right, that place is really not suitable for me," Wen Cheng scratched his head and spoke the truth.
Wen Qi took a deep breath and beckoned, "Come here."
Wen Cheng quickly and obediently snuggled over and sat down next to Wen Qi.
Wen Qi naturally placed his hand on Wen Cheng's curly hair and gave it a gentle rub. Wen Cheng comfortably half-closed her eyes, clearly very used to Brother Qi's stroking.
"Actually, there's a very personal reason I haven't told you, Wen Cheng. I don't want so many people to see you; it'll make me jealous." A man nearing thirty frankly expressed his possessiveness, and Wen Cheng's legs went weak at the thought.
My heart felt like it was going bungee jumping from a great height—my whole body was tense, my heart rate was accelerating, but I also found pleasure in this extreme state.
Author's Note:
Goodnight, my little cuties~
Chapter 73 Unexpected
Wen Cheng realized that she might be the legendary person who is easily charmed, and she couldn't resist Qi Ge's "coquettishness" at all!
Wen Cheng's ears turned red as she tried to find a sliver of reason amidst the chaos. She instinctively looked up, only to be caught off guard by Wen Qi's deep, unfathomable eyes.
"Chengcheng," Wen Qi's voice was low and slightly hoarse. He rarely called her that; it was completely different from how he addressed her. His usually cold expression held a rare depth of affection, his eyes filled with tenderness. His entire demeanor was like a blooming dodder vine, while Wen Cheng, tightly wrapped in his hair, could only helplessly allow the soft threads to forcefully pry open her heart.
Wen Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
It's over,
Wen Cheng's hands were trembling slightly. She was clearly terrified of what might happen, but she didn't have the strength to resist.
"Qi,"
"Beep!" An untimely cell phone ringtone sounded in his ear, old-fashioned yet quite effective, and it was Wen Qi's phone. Wen Qi initially didn't want to pay attention to it, but the phone kept ringing incessantly, completely oblivious to his feelings.
"Wait a minute," Wen Qi said, taking out his phone.
Wen Cheng covered his face and sat on the side, taking deep breaths. His voice had cracked when he spoke! It was really embarrassing.
"Hello,"
Wen Qi's displeased expression gradually turned serious as time went on.
"Niannian, I know you. Tell me, what's wrong?" Wen Qi's voice was much gentler than the first time he spoke, clearly trying to reassure the person on the other end of the phone.
Wen Cheng tensed up at the mention of Niannian, and the image of that well-behaved girl from her memories resurfaced in her mind.
"Brother Qi!" Wen Cheng exclaimed nervously.
Wen Qi gave him a reassuring look and continued to ask gently,
"Niannian, do you remember where you live? Which floor? Don't be nervous, your brother will be right there. Okay, okay, you don't need to worry about them now. Can you hide properly? It's in the closet. Listen, it will take your brother a little while to get there. Hide well and call the police right away. Tell the police what I told you, but remember, don't go out and get involved in anything outside. Be good, don't cry, and don't attract their attention."
Wen Qi hung up the phone and picked up Wen Cheng.
"What's wrong with Niannian?" Wen Cheng asked anxiously.
Wen Qi frowned deeply, "Brother Niannian got into a fight with her uncle, and it looks like he's losing."
"Damn it!" Wen Cheng knew without even thinking that it was definitely the problem with that couple.
The two paid the bill and drove quickly to Niannian's house.
On the way, Wen Qi reminded Wen Cheng not to act impulsively, as the police would most likely be there by the time they arrived, and they didn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.
This was the first time Wen Cheng had encountered such a situation, so naturally she listened to her brother.
The two of them returned to the dilapidated old street they had passed before. Niannian lived on the third floor of one of the buildings there.
The stairwell lights flickered, the yellowed, aged walls emitted an inescapable musty smell, and the light rain had made it extremely damp. The rusty handrails were too dangerous to touch. Wen Cheng limped ahead of Wen Qi, and because she was walking too fast, she lost her footing and tripped on the wet floor.
After a moment of suffocation, she was enveloped in a warm embrace; Wen Qi caught Wen Cheng steadily.
His tone was accusatory: "Why are you walking so fast when the ground is so slippery!"
Wen Cheng gave an embarrassed "uh-huh," and although she was very anxious, she obediently slowed down. Wen Qi walked behind her the whole time, and Wen Cheng vaguely felt that there was a hand protecting her at all times.
Just as Wen Qi had estimated, the police had already arrived when they got there. A large crowd of onlookers, eager for a good show, had gathered at the entrance. Wen Cheng's eagerness to go in and check on the situation drew complaints from them.
"Why are you pushing and shoving? Don't you know about first come, first served? Young people these days have no manners!"
The older brother, speaking with a heavy accent, complained loudly until Wen Qi pulled Wen Cheng into his arms. His height, more than ten centimeters taller than his older brother, was enough to make him stand out among all the onlookers, coupled with his powerful, unapproachable aura.
The eldest brother was speechless, as if someone had choked him, and let Wen Qi take Wen Cheng in with the green light all the way.
Wen Cheng was also able to see the situation inside the house clearly.
Five or six police officers stood in the living room. The middle-aged woman standing in front of the old television still had that same mean expression, her face contorted with anger. The rest of the people were sitting on the sofa, their faces blocked by the police.
Wen Cheng followed the sound, and as she walked, she could still hear a man cursing.
"Officer, I'm truly heartbroken. My nephew's parents died in a car accident, and no one wanted to adopt him. We kindly took care of him for my wife's mother, but what did we get? This little brat is an ingrate! He even hit me! Look at what he did to my face! You should arrest him right now. We can't afford to support this kind of person anymore. He's a beast!"
The word "beast" made Wen Cheng very uncomfortable.
After he pushed through the crowd and looked at the sofa,
As if sensing something, Nian Nian, who had been pressed close to the boy with his head down, raised his head. His eyes, red and wet with tears, cried out "Brother!" in a pitiful voice.
Wen Cheng's heart clenched immediately.
"Niannian," Wen Cheng called out with heartache.
The boy, who had been looking down, stiffened, then looked up in disbelief. His lips had turned bluish-purple, and his fair skin made the wounds appear even more gruesome. The fierce look in his eyes hadn't completely faded, making the boy seem both unfamiliar and pitiful.
When Brother Qi came, he told Wen Cheng to be rational and calm, and not to let the police misunderstand. But Wen Cheng put all of that out of her mind and felt a fire burning in her heart!
"Damn it, you old bastard, you dared to touch my brother!!!" Wen Cheng flailed her arms, ready to swing them, but Wen Qi intercepted her halfway, slipping his hands under her armpits and tightly handcuffing her to his chest.
"calm."
Wen Qi's voice was like a tranquilizer; Wen Cheng's anger instantly turned into bitterness.
Sure enough, Yan Luancai didn't drop out of school because he didn't like studying. He was fostered in such a family, and if he didn't go out to work, no one would really be willing to support him and his sister.
The man, who was about to retaliate passionately after being insulted, was silenced by Wen Qi and could only swallow his anger and say that Wen Cheng was spewing nonsense.
After calming things down, Wen Qi turned to the police officer and said, "I don't think this matter can be resolved so simply. There are two children here, both of whom are being fostered by their family. Officer, I suggest we go to the police station to explain the situation. I'm not comfortable with things being so chaotic here."
When the police arrived, all they heard was a bunch of falsehoods and nonsense. The beaten boy didn't utter a word, the little girl was too frightened to speak clearly, and the two older boys were even less likely to tell the truth. Now that someone who was clear-headed had arrived, the police thought their suggestion was indeed quite good.
"No, why go to the police station? Officer, this is a family matter. You can tell I'm the one who's more seriously injured. I don't mind, why go to the police station?" The man immediately objected upon hearing about going to the police station.