Chapter 110: You pressed my hair!

Si Si Jiang half-believingly went to check, and after discovering who was shown on the encyclopedia, she exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou, Zhou Yinhe?!

The assistant let out a sigh, helplessly saying: "Yes, Miss Si Si Jiang, it's like that......"

Si Si Jiang responded in a daze, foolishly asking: "Why?"

Because, this Miss Ruan MiaoMiao has provoked our future boss lady.

Netizens discovered that Si Si Jiang had not retaliated, were about to disperse, when they saw Si Si Jiang's latest Weibo post.

【Hehe, asking for afternoon tea is just buying a six-inch cake to let the dozens of crew members split it, and you even asked for leave; when you were late, the director was about to explode, but I didn't flare up just to give you face; in the scorching heat, everyone waited for you under the sun—do you even feel ashamed? As for your complaint that the coffee recording tastes bad, coincidentally, I have it.】

Next, the internet exploded; Ruan MiaoMiao's studio directly issued a statement and a lawyer's letter, expecting to scare Si Si Jiang, but unexpectedly, a famous lawyer from Sijiucheng immediately commented on Ruan MiaoMiao's studio, saying he would take on this lawyer's letter as Si Si Jiang's lawyer.

Wen Ling finished scrolling through Weibo, tossed her phone aside, and hugged Hehe, rubbing against it.

Soon, Ruan MiaoMiao will have the Qin Family step in to suppress this matter.

Zhou Yinhe grunted, then took his own phone and sent a message to Qin Yuchen.

【Don't worry about it.】

Qin Yuchen understood, but still asked: 【Isn't this lawyer yours? Why did you also intervene?】

Zhou Yinhe lowered his eyes to glance at Wen Ling, who was watching TV, and replied: 【I can't stand it.】

Qin Yuchen: "......" He had figured it out.

Not knowing how Ruan MiaoMiao learned that Zhou Yinhe was behind this, she called him; Zhou Yinhe glanced at it casually, then after hanging up, he blacklisted her number.

Ruan MiaoMiao had no choice but to call Wen Ling; Wen Ling answered the phone with a gloating mindset.

Sure enough, Ruan MiaoMiao, furious, demanded: "Is it you who stirred up Senior Zhou Yinhe? Otherwise, I have no grudge against him—why would he intervene?"

Wen Ling had Hehe lying on her leg, idly playing with Zhou Yinhe's fingers with one hand, and chuckled: "How can you be so sure it's me stirring things up, rather than you usually disgusting him, which is why he can't stand you?"

You! I'm telling you, Wen Ling, your mother stole my mother's fiancé back then; you and your mother are equally low.

Wen Ling didn't take her gritting teeth to heart, chuckling as she asked: "Your mother is as thick-skinned as you; my parents fell in love freely, your mother tried to seduce and failed, then turned around claiming my mother stole your mother's fiancé? Your face is as thick as a city wall; from now on I'll tell my family's chef to just sharpen his knives on your face, anyway your face, besides being thick, is as rough as sandpaper."

"......" Ruan MiaoMiao, fuming, hung up directly.

Wen Ling laughed, very pleased, but Zhou Yinhe's face sank directly upon hearing Ruan MiaoMiao's words.

Wen Ling tilted her head to look at him; seeing this, she sat up, cupped his face, and kneaded it a few times, squeezing his facial flesh into a lump, and laughed: "It's just elementary-schoolers bickering; why get so angry? I'm not even angry."

Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips shut, saying nothing, his eyes still full of hostility.

Wen Ling smiled and said: "Don't worry, her words have no attacking power in my eyes."

Zhou Yinhe kissed the corner of her lips, took a deep breath, and the fire in his heart subsided somewhat.

Time was still early; Wen Ling gazed at the soundly sleeping Hehe, drowsiness also washing over her; she shook Zhou Yinhe's arm, yawning, and said: "Let's sleep a while; I'm so sleepy."

Zhou Yinhe took Hehe from her embrace, then immediately lifted her upstairs to sleep.

Having already been tossed about last night, Zhou Yinhe was relatively well-behaved now, merely needing to keep his hand placed in front of her; Wen Ling didn't shake him off, brushed her hair to the back of her head, and fell asleep.

The two slept until the sky grew dim; because they hadn't closed the curtains before bed, the room was now pitch dark.

Wen Ling was about to turn over when her scalp hurt, only then realizing her hair was firmly pressed by Zhou Yinhe; she hissed, complaining: "Zhou Yinhe, you pressed my hair!"

Zhou Yinhe wasn't fully awake; hearing Wen Ling's voice didn't register in his mind, he reached out and hugged her tightly, also rubbing against her.

Wen Ling, annoyed, said: "Zhou Yinhe, are you preparing to press my hair off so I become bald?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yinhe only then blinked open his eyes, dazed, and heard Wen Ling grit her teeth: "Get up, you pressed my hair."

Only then did Zhou Yinhe react; he hurriedly sat up, gathered Wen Ling's hair, and apologized: "Sorry, I didn't notice."

Wen Ling gave a soft hum, rubbed her scalp, got up, and went to wash up.

Zhou Yinhe sat on the bed, scratched his head, sighed, got up and went to the bathroom; embracing Wen Ling from behind, he cooed: "Don't be mad, okay."

"I'm not mad." Wen Ling, brushing her teeth, mumbled: "Am I that petty? To get angry over such a small thing."

"......" Zhou Yinhe didn't reply, but thought: "If you're not petty, who is?"

But he knew that saying that line would make Wen Ling angry even if she wasn't before.

Zhou Yinhe released Wen Ling, stood beside her brushing his teeth and washing his face, and insisted she help him wipe the water droplets off his face.

Wen Ling had no choice but to wipe his face; after wiping, she also applied men's skincare product to him.

"Later we'll go to the mall to buy what I need." Wen Ling tidied his forehead hair, then continued: "By the way, I'll supplement some skincare for you; yours are too basic—if you don't properly maintain this face, it'll be wasted."

In front of Wen Ling, Zhou Yinhe basically has no opinions or ideas of his own; whatever Wen Ling says is fine.

Now the weather isn't so hot, Wen Ling is also willing to go out; after eating dinner, the two went to the mall to wander aimlessly.

Wen Ling said: "Haven't we ever gone shopping together before?"

Zhou Yinhe thought for a moment; indeed, when we were together before, we only wanted to be lovey-dovey, and usually our clothes and usage were handled by the butler, so shopping opportunities were rare; now, strolling together in the bustling mall, it's actually quite a different experience.

Wen Ling shopped in front, Zhou Yinhe handled the checkout behind, and also acted as a bag-carrying lackey.

Who would have thought that turning around, we'd bump into Jiang Jibai and Madame Jiang.

"Xiao Wu, who is this?" Madame Jiang curiously sized up Wen Ling, asking: "I heard from your mother—is she your girlfriend?"

Zhou Yinhe grunted, lacking his usual air of everyone owing him money, and introduced: "Auntie, this is my girlfriend, Wen Ling."

"Lingling, this is Jiang Jibai's mother, my mother's best friend; just call her auntie along with me."

Wen Ling smiled gently and called out: "Auntie, hello."

Madame Jiang is also a looks-obsessed person, which is why she likes Zhou Yinhe so much; upon seeing Wen Ling, she now likes her to an extreme degree.

Jiang Jibai, however, looked at Zhou Yinhe with a teasing expression.