Chapter 144: Wen Jin, Are You Touching Me?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
During this period, they had done all the affectionate things that they had not done in the past three years, but with their current relationship, it was not suitable.
“Not eating?” Wen Jin asked with an indifferent tone.
Yu Anwan didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she took a deep breath and squinted at Wen Jin. “Wen Jin, are you flirting with me?”
Wen Jin seemed almost ready to laugh, but while Yu Anwan was speaking, he simply fed her a piece of beef, catching her off guard and causing her to end up with a face full of food.
“It’s hot. Take it slow,” Wen Jin lazily advised.
Yu Anwan bit into the beef, glaring at him, yet her words were muffled and incomprehensible.
She thought to herself that Wen Jin had no idea about real tenderness. He was just enjoying seeing her embarrassed.
While Yu Anwan was eating the beef, Wen Jin sat with his hands interlocked, his deep eyes fixated and unblinking.
Yu Anwan’s discomfort grew as she felt the heat of his gaze intensify, and the warmth in her ears became more pronounced.
It wasn’t until Yu Anwan had swallowed the beef that Wen Jin’s deliberate voice broke the silence. “What were you about to tell me just now?”
Yu Anwan felt like a puppet being manipulated by Wen Jin.
At this point, Yu Anwan had no patience for idle chatter with Wen Jin. She decided to be straightforward. “Wen Jin, is there any point in beating around the bush? Lay out your conditions. What exactly do you need to do to grant me custody of Zhanyan?”
The sense of impending crisis, sharing the same space as Wen Jin, made Yu Anwan reluctant to engage in further conversation.
She had posed her question, locking her gaze onto Wen Jin, and patiently awaited his response.
Wen Jin remained silent, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Yu Anwan. It was as if he was staring right through her, and this scrutiny only made Yu Anwan feel more uneasy.
However, she didn’t want to reveal too much emotion in front of him. Her voice, when she spoke again, was almost devoid of expression. “What are you staring at?”
There was a hint of aggression in her tone.
In the next instant, Yu Anwan felt the urge to slap Wen Jin’s face, but before she could react, Wen Jin’s calm voice cut in. “You have something in your mouth.”
Yu Anwan was momentarily stunned and instinctively reached to wipe her mouth.
But Wen Jin was quicker. Before Yu Anwan could react, his thin lips were upon hers, effortlessly covering her mouth and pulling her into a deep, encompassing kiss.
It was the feeling of lips and teeth interlocking.
Yu Anwan realized that she was being kissed by Wen Jin.
She stared at him in wide-eyed astonishment. As Wen Jin’s hand slipped through her hair, his other hand weaved through her delicate fingers, and then he gently clasped her hand in his palm.
Yu Anwan was utterly trapped in the chair, unable to move.
The distinct scent of lavender from Wen Jin’s body wafted into her nose. The more she struggled, the more apparent Wen Jin’s dominance became.
Yet, within this dominance, an extremely rare gentleness emerged.
“Close your eyes,” Wen Jin suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness as he coaxed her. His hand naturally came to rest on Yu Anwan’s cheek.
His calloused fingertips gently traced over Yu Anwan’s skin.
A slight tremor ran through Yu Anwan’s body, her red lips quivered, but in an instant, Wen Jin’s lips descended once more.
“Mmm…” Yu Anwan softly murmured.
During this gradual approach, Yu Anwan was pushed to her limits. Yet, another low, magnetic voice emerged from Wen Jin, laden with an enchanting allure.
“Is it that you wish to be with Zhanyan?” Wen Jin inquired Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan raised her gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she maintained her cautious stance, observing Wen Jin. She patiently awaited the conclusion of his words.
Wen Jin wasted no time, continuing with an air of confidence, “Follow me. This is your sole opportunity to be with Zhanyan.”
The tone was commanding, almost imperious.
Yu Anwan snapped back to reality, letting out a sarcastic laugh as she pushed Wen Jin away. “Wen Jin, daydreaming is not the way to go.”
“Yu Anwan, you…” Wen Jin’s words faltered.
It wasn’t that he was angry out of embarrassment. With Wen Jin’s current status, how could anyone reject him? However, Yu Anwan was the one who rejected him, and she rejected him without giving him any face.
“What about me? You want me in your bed?” Yu Anwan’s delicate hand poked Wen Jin’s chest, her tone far from courteous. “Sure, once you and Lu Nanxin break up, consider it settled.”
Wen Jin’s gaze narrowed, and his response held back.
Yu Anwan’s sneer persisted as she persisted in challenging Wen Jin’s stance. “Wen Jin, aren’t you worried that Lu Nanxin might find out and come crying to you?”
As she spoke, Yu Anwan’s hand boldly delved into Wen Jin’s pocket, extracting his phone.
Her tone carried a hint of playful provocation as she issued a somewhat indecent ultimatum. “Shall I call Lu Nanxin?”
Wen Jin just looked at Yu Anwan, unsure if he was rejecting or not.
Yu Anwan didn’t avoid Wen Jin’s gaze. She twirled the phone in her palm and tapped the screen. The screen displayed an unlocked image.
Wen Jin lowered his head and recited a set of numbers.
Yu Anwan fixed her gaze on Wen Jin. Her slender fingers rapidly tapped on the screen. Soon, the phone’s screen was effortlessly unlocked.
She arched an eyebrow at Wen Jin. Was he truly expecting her to call Lu Nanxin?
This time, Wen Jin’s actions ignited Yu Anwan’s defiance.
“Wen Jin, are you seeking thrills?” She smiled at Wen Jin, her words carrying a playful tone.
Wen Jin maintained an unchanged expression as he observed Yu Anwan. However, he didn’t withdraw, nor did he attempt to retrieve the phone from her.
The phone screen remained static for a while before dimming once again.
Seemingly disinterested in the phone, Yu Anwan casually set it aside. Yet, her gaze remained fixed on Wen Jin, unblinking.
“Wen Jin,” Yu Anwan lazily called out to him.
Wen Jin grunted in acknowledgment and tightened his grip on Yu Anwan’s hand. His long fingers traced circles on the palm of her hand in an almost casual manner.
A slight tickling sensation made Yu Anwan want to retract her hand, but Wen Jin’s speed proved quicker. He enclosed her hand within his palm once more.
“Go on.” Wen Jin’s voice was heard.
“Let’s make a bet.” Yu Anwan furrowed her brows while observing Wen Jin’s movements. However, her words didn’t cease.
Wen Jin nodded, indicating for Yu Anwan to continue.
Yu Anwan smiled, though her smile didn’t reach her eyes. When she looked at Wen Jin, her demeanor remained cool. “For the next month, if you fall in love with me and choose to abandon your marriage to Lu Nanxin, then you’ll transfer the custody of Zhanyan to me.”
Yu Anwan didn’t elaborate further, maintaining a calm gaze on Wen Jin..
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