Chapter 131 - Chapter 131: How Many Shirt Have You Destroyed?
Chapter 131: How Many Shirt Have You Destroyed?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Oh, I can’t think of any reason not to be sharp with President Wen!” Yu Anwan replied with an expressionless face.
At the next moment, Yu Anwan was about to pull Wen Jin’s hand off her face.
What was this man doing, touching her like this? It was as if they were all affectionate and lovey-dovey.
But before she could react, Wen Jin’s hand was already wrapped around hers, preventing her from moving.
“Wen Jin, you…” Yu Anwan was getting annoyed.
“Just to spite me, you know that you’re allergic to orange juice, but you still want to drink it?” Wen Jin’s tone suddenly turned serious as he questioned Yu Anwan.
Wen Jin couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine when he thought about Yu Anwan’s severe allergic reaction to orange juice. It could be life-threatening.
He found himself in a twisted dilemma. He wanted to eliminate Yu Anwan, but at the same time, he wanted her to meet her end at his hands, not due to external factors.
It was a perverted and conflicting mindset.
Yu Anwan was taken aback by Wen Jin’s scolding.
As she looked into his cold and serious eyes, Yu Anwan swiftly regained control of the situation. “Wen Jin, how did you know about my orange juice allergy?”
After all, despite three years of marriage, Wen Jin had shown little interest in anything about Yu Anwan except their intimate moments.
However, Yu Anwan recalled that she had indeed drunk orange juice at the Wen family’s home during her first Chinese New Year celebration there. But after that one time, orange juice seemed to disappear from the Wen family’s offerings.
Was it merely a coincidence?
At the time, Yu Anwan hadn’t dwelled on it, but now, gazing at Wen Jin’s face, her thoughts couldn’t help but run wild.
Yet, she quickly dismissed those thoughts with a chuckle.
She concluded that she was overthinking things.
How could this possibly be related to Wen Jin?
“During your first year at the Wen family, the butler prepared orange juice for you. Grandfather personally poured it for you,” Wen Jin’s calm voice suddenly explained. “You didn’t say anything at the time. You endured until the end of the New Year’s Eve dinner. Then, you started running a fever, and vomiting and broke out in hives all over your body. You stayed in your room, too afraid to come out, didn’t you?”
Yu Anwan was taken aback. That incident had indeed happened.
But she never expected Wen Jin to know about it.
“How did you find out?” Yu Anwan furrowed her brows and asked.
Wen Jin remained silent, his calm demeanor unchanged.
It was a typical male instinct for Wen Jin not to admit it. He had always admired Yu Anwan’s appearance but detested her behavior and very existence, which had driven Lu Nanxin to his breaking point.
However, he couldn’t help but have sex with Yu Anwan again and again.
The feeling of being devoured was like thousands of ants swallowing all of Wen Jin’s thoughts.
Naturally, whenever Yu Anwan was around, Wen Jin’s attention would involuntarily be drawn to her.
Wen Jin could sense Yu Anwan’s discomfort immediately.
And Yu Anwan, noting Wen Jin’s silence, didn’t mind. She suddenly fixed her gaze on him. “Wen Jin, did you send the fever and allergy medicine that night?”
Yu Anwan had never mentioned feeling unwell to anyone. During her time in the Wen family, she had been cautious, not wanting to inconvenience anyone.
Therefore, upon hearing the knocking at the door and seeing the fever and allergy medicine outside, Yu Anwan instinctively assumed that the butler had noticed her discomfort and sent the medicine.
Yu Anwan didn’t dwell on it and genuinely needed the medicine.
As for Wen Jin, after every New Year’s Eve dinner, he would head straight to the airport. He would be off to appease Lu Nanxin abroad, and it was a given that they would spend the first day of the Lunar New Year together overseas. Therefore, Yu Anwan would never believe that Wen Jin had done it.
In Yu Anwan’s opinion, Wen Jin wished that she was dead.
But now, Yu Anwan wasn’t sure.
On the other hand, Wen Jin let out a soft cough in response to Yu Anwan’s words, exhibiting an unexpected trace of discomfort. “I’m concerned that if you were to pass away in the Wen family, the media would peg me as a wife-killer.’
His words were delivered with an air of calm as if no emotions were involved.
Yu Anwan chuckled and arched her eyebrows, her demeanor suddenly playful. “So, was it also your instruction to stop having orange juice at the Wen family?” Wen Jin neither confirmed nor denied it.
This exchange piqued Yu Anwan’s interest. She playfully gazed at Wen Jin, her delicate fingers habitually toying with his shirt buttons, twisting them one by one.
This particular habit seemed to be an unchanged ritual over the years.
Back when she had sex with Wen Jin, Yu Anwan liked to grab Wen Jin’s buttons to hide her nervousness.
Consequently, Wen Jin’s shirts ended up getting ruined, one by one.
In Yu Anwan’s view, it was merely a nervous habit. However, to outsiders, it added a touch of charm.
Wen Jin lowered his gaze and paused, his eyes deepening, as if harboring an unseen longing.
Aware that Yu Anwan had successfully entranced him, Wen Jin felt a hint of annoyance. Unexpectedly, he chose not to voice his annoyance and merely continued to regard Yu Anwan.
Within his profound gaze, a trace of smoldering intensity could be detected.
Yu Anwan’s hands paused for a moment, but the buttons on her shirt had already loosened.
“What habit? You haven’t changed it after so many years?” Wen Jin unexpectedly chimed in.
Yu Anwan was confused.
“Yu Anwan, just how many shirts of mine have you ruined?” Wen Jin nonchalantly inquired of the young woman before him.
Though his words sounded ordinary, they caused a subtle blush to tint Yu Anwan’s ears.
She felt that Wen Jin was hinting at something. After all, the shirt that Yu Anwan had ruined was on the bed.
This time, Yu Anwan cleared her throat and regained her composure, retorting without hesitation, “So what if they’re ruined? I’ll compensate you, it’s just money, isn’t it!”
Her tone was brimming with arrogance, yet it served to conceal her inner disquiet.
Paradoxically, Wen Jin observed Yu Anwan with a half-smile, his imposing figure abruptly drawing nearer. The atmosphere instantly turned into one of ambiguity.
Though Yu Anwan attempted to push Wen Jin away, she found herself pressed against the headboard of the hospital bed, her movements restricted.
Wen Jin’s hand rested on the bed’s edge, and his striking features were magnified before Yu Anwan. The potent male pheromones seemed to envelop her.
Yu Anwan maintained her outward calmness, even as her hands clenched the bedsheets, palms damp with sweat.
“Wen Jin… What are you up to?” Yu Anwan inquired composedly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jin’s nose was already pressed against Yu Anwan’s nose, and his thin lips swept past her.
A blend of tobacco and lavender aftershave enveloped Yu Anwan’s senses.
Wen Jin’s voice, deep and magnetic, resonated in her ears. “Compensate? How do you plan to compensate? My clothes are all custom-made, utterly unique.”
What he meant was that Yu Anwan couldn’t compensate him because she couldn’t buy it at all..