I'm so angry!
Wen Cheng hastily agreed to their request, and a minute later, the game successfully ended.
"Brother Qi,"
"I am here."
What kind of new pager is this?
"What do you need me for?" After a few rounds of gaming, Wen Cheng's emotions had at least returned to within a controllable range.
"Why are you angry today?" Wen Qi asked directly.
Why am I angry? Because the day I finally mentally prepared myself to be honest with you clashed with the day I was supposed to go on a blind date with you! Oh, and I also happened to overhear that I have such an amazing sister-in-law I've never even met.
Wen Cheng's mind was in turmoil, but what came out of her mouth was: "It's nothing, I'm just tired."
"If you were tired, could you play games here for over an hour straight without stretching?" Wen Qi bluntly exposed Wen Cheng's cheap lie.
“I call this relaxation,” Wen Cheng replied, her voice choked with emotion.
Wen Qi took a deep breath and looked at his younger brother, who was visibly turning into a pufferfish. If it were before, he might have pretended to believe it, because he didn't care even a fraction of what he did now.
"After relaxing? Nothing to say?" Wen Qi's patience at this moment was definitely worthy of being included in his biography.
Wen Cheng pursed her lips and remained silent.
Wen Qi stood up, his voice turning cold. "Looks like I was overthinking it. Get some rest. Tomorrow, get some rest too. You don't need to come out and run with me for the next month. Maybe you won't like it in the future, and I won't force you."
Wen Cheng watched Wen Qi's retreating figure, and her nose tingled with tears.
Finally, Wen Qi's hand touched the doorknob.
"You already have someone you like, why are you misleading me? Don't you know I'm easily fooled? Why are you leaving so disappointed? Didn't you just come to see me make a fool of myself?! Come on, your stupid little brother has done another freshly baked stupid thing, welcome to watch!"
As soon as Wen Cheng finished speaking in despair, he instantly realized how incredibly stupid he had been. He felt like he was about to awkwardly rush into a 24-hour business hotel to punish himself threefold for his honesty. Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably. He desperately hoped that Brother Qi would open the door and leave, and not come back to rub salt into his wounds.
Well, it's not quite rubbing salt in the wound, but it's definitely mockery.
Unfortunately, imagination is always the opposite of reality. Wen Qi let go of the doorknob but turned back, this time with hurried steps. He walked up to Wen Cheng, and the first thing he did was not to speak or laugh, but to take a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wipe Wen Cheng's eyes.
"Just talk, why are you so prone to shedding tears?" Wen Qi's voice sounded incredibly gentle, with a hint of doting in it.
Wen Cheng sniffed, looking even more aggrieved. "If I really shed golden tears, I'll definitely kick you out and then pick them up and swallow them all by myself!"
"Hmm, looks like something you would do." Wen Qi reached out to ruffle Wen Cheng's hair.
Then Wen Cheng ruthlessly knocked it away.
"I won't let a married man touch my head!"
Wen Cheng raised her head and glared at Wen Qi, looking exactly like a wounded little animal.
“I like you, how could I possibly go back to liking someone else? If I were that kind of person, you would probably have quite a few nephews by the time you were brought back.” Wen Qi sighed and patiently explained.
Wen Cheng froze for a second; the main thing he heard was: I like you.
Wen Cheng's eyes welled up with tears again. "You're lying. What does the person you're describing have to do with me?"
Wen Qi was the first to object, "You're pretty cute all the time except when you're not cute. Didn't you have your own ideas when you secretly became a security guard behind your family's back? We didn't see you being influenced by us at all. Besides, you really are the person in the family who cares about me the most. Do you have any doubts?"
What Wen Qi said seemed to be true, but Wen Cheng didn't feel happy listening to it. He claimed it was a compliment, but after using real-life examples, half of it seemed to be criticizing her.
Just as Wen Cheng was still processing her thoughts, Wen Qi pulled her into a hug, his hands firmly supporting her waist.
Wen Cheng felt a buzzing sound; reason once again bid him farewell. His old face turned bright red—a feeling he hadn't experienced in over twenty years. His hands thumped wildly at his sides, but couldn't find a place to go.
The familiar, cool, woody scent filled Wen Cheng's nostrils, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath, quite loudly.
Wen Qi couldn't help but chuckle.
My head feels like it's smoking right now.
"Chengcheng, are you asleep? Xiao Li just made some small cakes, and Grandpa brought them over to you." Grandpa Wen's enthusiastic knocking came from outside the door.
Wen Cheng pushed Wen Qi away with great force, sending him flying so far that he even bumped into the luxurious bedpost of Wen Cheng's bed.
"Hiss," Wen Qi couldn't help but gasp.
"Oh, is A-Qi here too?" Grandpa Wen pushed open the door and came in.
Then she saw her eldest grandson touching his waist, and Wen Cheng's face turned as red as a watermelon.
It looks weird no matter how you look at it!
Wen Cheng waved her hands frantically, trying to make herself look a little more normal.
"Grandpa, Brother Qi is testing my recitation skills. Because I recited it very well today, Brother Qi couldn't help but praise me. And then, oh, I hurt my back!"
Wen Qi:
That excuse is so blatant that even a dog wouldn't believe it.
"Hahaha, Chengcheng, do you think your grandpa is still a fourteen-year-old? But if you were the protagonist, grandpa could believe in you a little," Grandpa Wen had an unusually firm belief in his eldest grandson's intelligence.
Wen Cheng:
"Grandpa understands. The young people are just playing games in their rooms. You're all grown up now, why are you afraid of adults checking up on you?" Grandpa Wen winked at the two of them, looking like he knew his grandsons very well.
Wen Cheng silently thought to herself, "Grandpa, if you were to actually be randomly selected to check our game, you probably wouldn't be smiling so happily."
Grandpa Wen is getting on in years; after delivering the cake, he went back to his room to rest, supporting his back.
The room returned to silence? Not a chance!
"Wen Cheng, have you thought it through?" Wen Qi asked to confirm.
Wen Cheng felt it was all too surreal; the powerful figure she had always wanted to rely on had now truly become her own personal powerhouse.
"But what about my family..."
“I moved out when I was eighteen. You call me Mom and Dad, I call you Uncle and Aunt. We just live here, and it's perfectly legal for us to be together. If you feel uncomfortable, I can find a reason for us to move out.” Wen Qi's plan was quite straightforward.
In his father's words, he's a rebellious son!
"Brother Qi, why did you fall for me?" Wen Cheng asked, sounding very insecure.
"I've met so many outstanding people. If I liked them, your nephew would be in elementary school right now. You don't need to compare yourself to others based on these external things, Wen Cheng. Liking someone is something without reason. If I had to dictate your merits and demerits like a businessman, then you'd just be a product to me, not someone I love." Wen Qi looked earnestly at Wen Cheng, speaking the tenderest words of love.
Few would be willing to refuse a Wen Qi like this.
Wen Cheng seemed to realize at this moment that liking someone is a matter between two people, and Brother Qi would not leave these problems to her alone; all she needed to do was make a choice.
"I might... like you a little," Wen Cheng said shyly, glancing at Wen Qi. Although he felt rather spineless to be so honest, he didn't want to see Wen Qi leave alone again.
Wen Qi gently reached out and ruffled Wen Cheng's hair, but this time Wen Cheng didn't shake him off. She stayed obediently in place, though her ears were bright red and she was extremely nervous.
Hmm, I'm not quite used to it yet.
Wen Qi: "Then remember this little bit well, Wen Cheng. Now that you've agreed, I'm going to start pursuing you."
Wen Cheng looked up in surprise. No, did we have to be this close from the start?
Wen Qi chuckled, then suddenly lowered his head, gently pulling Wen Cheng's neck back and placing a soft kiss on her forehead before quickly pulling away, displaying remarkable gentlemanly restraint.
"Let's stamp this first. From now on, you're not allowed to let Fei Shuo get close to you, or any other men or women. Wen Cheng, you need to learn to keep your distance." Wen Qi's long-suppressed possessiveness surged up, but was forcibly restrained by his master before it overflowed.
Wen Qi must have had the crazy idea of locking him up so that only he could see him.
only,
Seeing his silly younger brother's eyes crinkling with joy, Wen Qi still held back.
It's already quite an achievement for someone to understand themselves; for others to try and break them, they'd have to get past Wen Cheng's level of understanding first.
After clarifying their relationship, Wen Cheng was happiest because Wen Qi would never refuse her endless advances again. She could even happily crawl into Wen Qi's room with her pillow without having to worry about his expression.
To Wen Qi's relief, Wen Cheng never compromised herself under any circumstances.
But at the same time, it's you who suffers.
Tonight, I'll have to take a cold shower alone again in the dead of night when everything is quiet.
In the middle of the night, Wen Qi, still damp from sleep, crawled into bed. Suddenly, the person beside him stirred.
"Brother Qi, why didn't Grandpa ask Wen Yunyi?"
Although bringing this up on the very first night after they'd confirmed their feelings for each other was a bit of a mood killer, Wen Qi still fought off his sleepiness and talked about it seriously.
"Because Grandpa, like me, has a clear understanding of Wen Yunyi. Don't let Grandpa's usual carefree attitude fool you; I learned his ability to judge people from him."
Wen Cheng was shocked.
He always thought his grandfather was just like him in every way!
Author's Note:
Grandpa Wen:
Thank you for your support, my little cuties~ *kiss*
Chapter 69 Don't flirt with random people
Wen Qi ruthlessly flicked away Wen Cheng's unrealistic fantasies.
Wen Cheng rubbed her aching forehead, glaring at Wen Qi with teary eyes.
It was actually very dark at this time and you couldn't see anything at all, but Wen Qi could almost imagine Wen Cheng's expression right now.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't seduce people."
Wen Cheng: ? ? ?
"You can't even see me now?!"
"Snap!" Wen Qi reached out and turned on the night light.
Wen Cheng quickly burrowed under the covers, but the revolution failed halfway through. Wen Qi grabbed Wen Cheng's most prized possession, her curly hair.
A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Wen Cheng poked her head back in, her big eyes blinking as she looked at her brother, whom she had feelings for.
Bathed in the warm orange light, Wen Qi appeared less sharp and more approachable than usual. His hair still held droplets of water from the bathroom, his neck was long and slender, and his collar was slightly open, revealing glimpses of his glossy collarbone.