Chapter 280: What’s Wrong With Me Holding My Wife’s Hand?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yu Anwan squirmed for a moment. Now, Yu Anwan wasn’t holding back at all.
“Wen Jin, you said you wanted to pursue me, right?”
Wen Jin grunted in acknowledgment, not denying what he had said.
“I want to eat hot and sour noodles, you should go buy them,” Yu Anwan said without hesitation.
Wen Jin lowered his head to look at Yu Anwan and furrowed his brows. “It’s not good for pregnant women to eat that.”
In Wen Jin’s strict beliefs, pregnant women definitely shouldn’t consume such things.
“I want to eat them!” Yu Anwan spoke each word deliberately. “When I was pregnant with Zhanyan, Dabao, and Xioabao, I indulged in them just like this.”
“So that’s why Zhanyan isn’t in great health,” Wen Jin said without changing his expression.
Yu Anwan was so infuriated by Wen Jin’s words that she couldn’t respond. What was this b*stard saying? It was as if Wen Zhanyan’s poor health was a result of her eating hot and sour noodles.
However, Yu Anwan couldn’t deny the truth in Wen Jin’s words.
Because it was an undeniable fact.
Staring at Wen Jin’s composed demeanor made Yu Anwan even angrier. “Is this your attitude towards pursuing me? I think you should just give up.”
Yu Anwan was about to get up when she finished her sentence. Without thinking, she picked up her phone as if to make a call.
Wen Jin’s gaze narrowed, and in the next moment, he asked in a calm tone, “Who are you calling?”
“Oh, there are plenty of people pursuing me. Since President Wen isn’t willing, why can’t I find someone who is?” Yu Anwan sneered, not holding back at all. “If I’m not mistaken, Zhou Shen is in Jiang City as well.”
Wen Jin was speechless.
If he could truly make Yu Anwan go look for another man, he would be implicitly agreeing to Yu Anwan cuckolding him.
Of course, Wen Jin knew that Zhou Shen was in Jiang City.
However, Wen Jin was also well aware that Yu Anwan didn’t have feelings for Zhou Shen.
But when Yu Anwan mentioned him, Wen Jin sneered in response. “I don’t mind sending Zhou Shen back to the capital immediately.”
“Wen Jin, are you f*cking crazy!” Yu Anwan angrily shouted at Wen Jin. The previously peaceful atmosphere could suddenly become tense in the next moment.
Yu Anwan insisted on doing everything that Wen Jin didn’t want her to do. As long as it could infuriate Wen Jin, Yu Anwan would take the initiative to do it.
Wen Jin was even quicker. The moment Yu Anwan dialed a number, he had already taken Yu Anwan’s phone from her hand.
His other hand was wrapped around Yu Anwan’s waist.
His handsome face loomed larger in front of Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan was momentarily stunned. Wen Jin deliberately lowered his voice and enunciated each word clearly, “Calling another man in front of me? Unless
I die.”
“Then you can…” Yu Anwan retorted without thinking.
Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Jin’s kiss completely devoured her voice.
All her protests were swallowed and silenced.
Wen Jin’s prolonged kiss landed on Yu Anwan’s lips, filled with both tenderness and a hint of punishment. Yu Anwan had no room to resist.
Yu Anwan couldn’t deny that Wen Jin was skilled at kissing. Coincidentally, this was what Yu Anwan craved the most.
So, during this kiss, Yu Anwan couldn’t help but tremble a bit, and Wen Jin silently smiled.
Wen Jin only released Yu Anwan when he had enjoyed himself thoroughly, and all the air had been sucked out of her chest. His voice became hoarse once again, and his eyes took on a somewhat lazy look.
His slender fingers, marked with slight calluses, gently caressed Yu Anwan’s cheek.
“Isn’t it just a bowl of hot and sour noodles? Do we need to make such a big deal out of it?” Wen Jin’s voice was husky as if he hadn’t quite detached himself from their previous emotions.
Before Yu Anwan could gather her thoughts, Wen Jin took the initiative and held Yu Anwan’s hand, leading her out of the office.
Yu Anwan blinked in surprise.
She probably couldn’t decipher Wen Jin’s thoughts. Even as Wen Jin led her out, Yu Anwan remained unresponsive.
It was only when Yu Anwan noticed the sidelong glances of the people from the secretary’s department that she felt somewhat uncomfortable. She attempted to quickly withdraw her hand.
The more she tried to pull her hand away, the tighter Wen Jin held it. “Let them look. What’s wrong with me holding my wife’s hand?” Wen Jin asked openly. Even his demeanor seemed unabashed.
Yu Anwan was infuriated, but Wen Jin gazed at her affectionately, as though consoling a child.
In the end, Yu Anwan chose to remain silent.
She realized that her actions, in front of Wen Jin, felt akin to a child’s tantrum over a piece of candy, completely ineffective.
How exasperating!
Ten minutes later, Wen Jin had already driven onto the main road with Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan, her expression still cold, gazed outside. “I just want to eat hot and sour noodles!”
Wen Jin responded with a casual hum, giving her a glance.
One of his large hands gripped the steering wheel, while the other calmly enclosed Yu Anwan’s hand, resting it on the armrest beside her.
The car continued to move smoothly.
It wasn’t until the black Maybach stopped by the roadside that Yu Anwan grasped what Wen Jin was up to.
Further inside was the most ordinary residential area in Jiang City. It was different from the luxurious residential area where Wen Jin lived. It was extremely lively here, and the innermost part was a convenience market.
In contrast to supermarkets, this convenience market seemed exceptionally chaotic.
No matter how one looked at it, it didn’t seem like the kind of place Wen Jin would typically visit. He seemed out of place in this environment.
“We’re here,” Wen Jin calmly stated.
Yu Anwan furrowed her brows. “Wen Jin, what are you doing?”
“Aren’t you in the mood for hot and sour noodles?” Wen Jin was straightforward. “Li Qin’s hot and sour noodles are in the market.”
Yu Anwan was left speechless.
For a moment, she couldn’t find words. When she glanced at Wen Jin again, she was utterly astounded.
How had Wen Jin known that she wanted to eat Li Qin’s hot and sour noodles?
Li Qin’s hot and sour noodles were what Yu Anwan longed for the most. She had been thinking about them even during the many years she’d been away. On this trip back, due to various unexpected circumstances, Yu Anwan hadn’t had a chance to visit.
And now, Wen Jin had already brought her here. His eyes were on her as though he could anticipate her unspoken questions.
“When you and I got married, you used to come here often,” he said, his lips curving into a smile.
“You…” Yu Anwan was even more bewildered.
“I saw it accidentally,” Wen Jin replied matter-of-factly.
Wen Jin didn’t elaborate further. However, he was well aware that Yu Anwan hadn’t arrived here by chance. He had followed her all the way, much like an obsessive stalker..
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