Chapter 117: Is it really that hard to endure?

Zhou Yinhe sat opposite her, looking at her doubtfully.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Wen Ling cupped her face, "Why say that?"

Zhou Yinhe wore an expression as if he had seen through her completely, and poured himself a cup of wine.

"If you don't want to chat with me, then you just want to avoid going back to the room with me."

He lifted his eyelids, "Pick one."

Wen Ling sighed; every time this happened, he was always aggressive.

"It's not anything important; I just want to ask you, in these few years I've been away, have you and Ruan MiaoMiao experienced anything I don't know about?"

Although she knew the general plot, she didn't know some details.

Zhou Yinhe lowered his eyes, thought seriously, then said: "Nothing much; I just asked her for one of your photos once, and gave her some resources."

Wen Ling paused, then continued asking: "Anything else?"

"Anything else?" Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brows: "No, she only came to the party because your cousin brought her; I'm not close with her, and if she weren't your cousin, I'd hardly say a word to her."

"Like that." Wen Ling lowered her eyes, recalled the plot, and felt the original story wasn't that simple.

"What's wrong? You didn't just see or hear someone's nonsense again, did you?" Seeing her solemn expression, Zhou Yinhe stood, sat beside Wen Ling, turned her body toward him, and looked at her seriously: "Really, there's nothing; you can't believe random rumors."

Wen Ling rolled her eyes speechlessly, and said word by word: "I'm just thinking; shut up and leave, don't disturb me."

"……"

"Oh."

Feeling stifled and resentful.

Wen Ling felt her brain hadn't worked well since she and Zhou Yinhe reconciled; after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure out what was going on.

She glared at Zhou Yinhe, who looked at her innocently, using his eyes to ask why she was glaring at him.

Wen Ling understood his meaning, but she still asked: "Why aren't you speaking?"

Zhou Yinhe then pursed his lips: "Isn't it because you won't let me speak?"

"……" Fine, Wen Ling gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek to make up for it, and continued drinking before Zhou Yinhe could retaliate.

Zhou Yinhe opened his mouth, raised his hand halfway, not expecting Wen Ling to be so heartless.

After they finished drinking, Wen Ling patted Zhou Yinhe's shoulder: "Sleep, sleep."

Zhou Yinhe's eyes lit up for a moment, and he said: "Then wait for me; I'll go take a shower."

Wen Ling nodded, returned to the room and flopped onto the bed; Zhou Yinhe came out of the bathroom, and she was already asleep.

"……" Zhou Yinhe's excited mood plummeted to its lowest point; he climbed onto the bed and shook her shoulder trying to wake her, only to earn a slap from Wen Ling.

"Don't touch me; I want to sleep."

"……"

Zhou Yinhe felt he was being played like a fool, so he sulkily tugged at the blanket and lay down to sleep.

In the morning, Wen Ling just woke up, turned her body, and saw Zhou Yinhe looking at her with a stern face.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ling stretched, resting her fingers on Zhou Yinhe's chin and scratching it.

"What do you think?" Zhou Yinhe thought, still feeling resentful: "Last night I asked you to wait for me; I just went to take a shower, a few minutes later I came out, and you were already asleep."

He feigned anger, turned over and pressed Wen Ling down, pinching her cheeks and rubbing them a few times: "Do you know how hard this night has been for me?"

Wen Ling made a sound, not really understanding men, and asked in a sincere, eager-to-learn tone: "Is it really that hard?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Yinhe moved his body, and Wen Ling felt it.

"Okay." Wen Ling shrank her body, gave him a placating touch on the cheek, and coquettishly said: "I'm just too tired, so I fell asleep; don't be mad."

"Compensate me." Zhou Yinhe lowered his head, rubbed his hair against Wen Ling's neck, the tips tickling her until she laughed.

Wen Ling strongly refused, grabbing Zhou Yinhe's hair: "There's definitely a good show today; Ruan MiaoMiao will definitely go back to my grandfather's place; don't you want to go see?"

"Not curious, don't want to watch." Zhou Yinhe, being pulled by her hair, didn't loosen his grip.

Wen Ling felt he now looked exactly like a leashed wolf-dog seeing meat and being unable to be pulled away no matter what.

Wen Ling had no choice but to dodge while saying: "But I'm curious; I want to see; will you come with me?"

Zhou Yinhe remained silent for a long time, resentfully sat up, fiercely scratched his head a few times, and even pulled out a few strands.

"Fine, let's look; get up."

"You're the best." Wen Ling smiled, got up, quickly darted into the bathroom, and also locked the door from inside.

She wanted to take a shower, fearing Zhou Yinhe would sneak attack.

Zhou Yinhe really thought that; he walked on tiptoe to the bathroom door, tried to open it, found it wouldn't turn, and sighed disappointedly after pressing his lips together.

He felt he was now just like those meat-craving, overly unambitious wolf cubs he raised on his countryside estate…

Wen Ling finished her shower and came out; Zhou Yinhe was already downstairs in the living room playing with Hehe; seeing her, he gave a light snort and turned his face away, not looking at her.

Wen Ling shrugged, didn't bother with him, waited for him to stand, then they both took the elevator down to the underground level.

When getting in the car, Wen Ling still held her lipstick, slowly applying it; her phone buzzed nearby, she glanced at it and began urging Zhou Yinhe to drive faster.

"Hurry up, hurry up; Ruan MiaoMiao and her mother have arrived at the Qin Family; if we're late we might miss the full thing."

Zhou Yinhe didn't understand; he usually doesn't like gossip, and Wen Ling's excited expression now left him completely puzzled.

But he prioritized obedience; whatever Wen Ling said, he did, pressing the accelerator to the floor, and soon arrived at the Qin Family.

At that moment, besides the nanny van that blocked the road yesterday, there was also a dark blue sedan on the Qin Family's parking lot; aside from Qin Yuchen, there shouldn't be anyone else.

Wen Ling got out of the car and hurried toward the villa; looking back, she saw Zhou Yinhe strolling like he was window-shopping, frowned, came back, grabbed him, and they strode forward together.

"We're already here; what's the rush?"

Wen Ling looked back and glared at him: "What do you think? Can you walk faster? I never noticed before how dawdly you are."

"……" Zhou Yinhe gave a cold snort: "You're despising me, huh."

"How dare I, Fifth Young Master, please hurry up a bit, otherwise if it's later I won't be able to see the whole show." Wen Ling forced a smile at him, "Please."

Zhou Yinhe raised his chin and let out a light hum, his steps indeed quickened considerably.

Wen Ling knew this person all too well; she knew exactly how to stroke him to make him comfortable and happy, she understood it completely.

As expected, the inside of the Qin Family villa was already very lively.

Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe had just stepped into the vestibule when, not far away, they could just see the butler stationed near the vestibule approaching silently.

He whispered to Wen Ling, "The eldest young lady and Miss Mianmian have come back together."

Wen Ling nodded in understanding, then poked her head to look at the liveliness inside.