Chapter 119

Wen Ling originally stood not far away watching the show, deeply feeling that today she wasn't the protagonist; unexpectedly, Zhou Yinhe easily turned himself into the male lead, while she became a weak female lead who relies on the male lead to have a place before everyone?

This isn't her character setting, ah. Wen Ling placed her hand on Zhou Yinhe's palm, opened her mouth, and was stopped by Zhou Yinhe.

Only see him continue: "What's wrong with the Qin Family? Even in front of my Zhou family, I should beat you just the same."

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Don't believe me? Try it."

"……" Ruan MiaoMiao tightly bit her lip, first looking at Qin Lao, seeing that Qin Lao had already turned his face away, then looking at Qin Yuchen, who had been staring all along; seeing Ruan MiaoMiao's gaze come over, he returned it with some puzzlement.

Cousin, you're just going to watch the Fifth Young Master of the Zhou family treat us like this in the Qin Family?

Qin Yuchen let out an "ah", shrugged his shoulders regretfully and said: "I can't help it; your sister-in-law said, watching the spectacle is fine, but no interference—if you interfere, she'll cancel our engagement."

He earnestly looked at Ruan MiaoMiao, "You also know your sister-in-law's temper; you can't possibly let your older male cousin lose his wife over you, can you?"

"……" Ruan MiaoMiao grit her teeth, lowered her head to glance at Qin Siyan holding her hand, pain turning her face pallid; she could only let it go for now, supporting her as they walked out of the Qin Family.

Qin Lao sighed, suppressing the anger in his heart that could not be vented, and went upstairs.

Qin Yuchen propped his chin, glanced at Zhou Yinhe, stretched lazily and drawled: "You two are really something."

Wen Ling blinked, Zhou Yinhe let out a cold snort, took her hand and left the Qin Family directly.

"You're so fierce, ah." Wen Ling gazed at Zhou Yinhe with a smile full of eyes.

Zhou Yinhe said coldly, "Just watch the spectacle if you're watching; she scolds you and you can still endure?"

"What's there to be angry about?"

Wen Ling raised her hand to block the sunlight, urging, "Let's go home."

After getting in the car, Wen Ling rested her chin on her hand and sighed, "I'm so lazy, ah."

"???" Zhou Yinhe looked at her in astonishment, opened his mouth, and exclaimed in shock: "You couldn't be..."

Wen Ling gave him a white-eye: "Don't think wildly, it's impossible."

Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips, unhappy: "Why impossible? Even though we usually have precautions, there could be an accident."

"Get lost." Wen Ling raised her hand and pushed him with a finger, gritting her teeth: "Don't curse me."

Zhou Yinhe let out a sound like a toothache, Wen Ling pursed her lips, not wanting to deal with him.

——

Lu Zhaoye, after returning to Sijiucheng, immediately called Wen Ling.

At that moment, Wen Ling was being pressed by Zhou Yinhe and tickled; hearing the phone ring, she pushed Zhou Yinhe aside to answer, her voice still amused.

"You're back?"

Hearing her voice, Lu Zhaoye paused before continuing: "Yeah, let's go out for dinner tonight."

"Sure, what do you want to eat? We'll reserve a spot and send it to you."

Wen Ling shoved the approaching Zhou Yinhe away, her eyes and brows curved with smiles.

Lu Zhaoye, however, said: "I've already reserved it, just the two of us, no bringing Zhou Yinhe."

Wen Ling froze for a moment; the expression on Zhou Yinhe's face in front of her instantly darkened upon hearing Lu Zhaoye's words, and just as she was about to grab the phone, she heard Lu Zhaoye continue: "I have something to tell you, I can only say what I know."

"Okay, then send me the location."

After hanging up, Zhou Yinhe's face was darker than ink; Wen Ling embraced him, softly coaxing: "Don't be angry, he surely has something to tell me, probably about family matters; I promise, I'll come home after dinner, okay?"

Zhou Yinhe lowered his gaze to her, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, neither saying yes nor no.

Wen Ling knew, the quieter he was, the unhappier he felt; she could only soften her voice: "Baobao, he grew up with me; in my heart he's like family—I can't distance myself from him just because you're unhappy."

Zhou Yinhe understood, but he still felt uncomfortable inside.

Wen Ling kissed the corner of his mouth, continuing to soothe him: "Rest assured, I'll come back after dinner, okay?"

Zhou Yinhe could only grunt in response; as Wen Ling was about to go out, he received a call from his elder brother.

"Come home for dinner tonight."

"I'm not coming back." Zhou Yinhe coldly refused.

"You have to come back; Second Uncle has returned, if you don't come back our dad will really send you to devil training." Zhou Yanqiu directly hit Zhou Yinhe's sore spot; Wen Ling listened from the side, and indeed, Zhou Yinhe's expression changed.

Wen Ling tugged at his sleeve, whispering: "Take me there, then go home and eat with your family."

Zhou Yinhe glanced at her sideways; Wen Ling continued: "You can't keep not coming home; over time, your family will have opinions about me."

Zhou Yinhe could only agree with Zhou Yanqiu; after hanging up, he looked at Wen Ling and asked: "Why would you say that?"

"You're with me every day, you only go to the office occasionally, and you hardly return home; over time, they'll definitely have opinions about me." Wen Ling held up her phone, struck a pose, took a photo, glanced at it casually, then deleted it and retake.

She isn't someone who cares about others' opinions, but she cares about Zhou Yinhe.

Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips and grunted, continuing to drive; Wen Ling turned the camera toward him, snapped a photo of him driving, clicked her tongue twice, and sighed: "Baobao, how did you grow up to be this handsome?"

The corner of Zhou Yinhe's mouth lifted; all that displeasure from just now vanished because of Wen Ling's one sentence.

At this point, there was still no visible reaction from him; until Wen Ling got out of the car, he took his phone and examined himself seriously, suddenly feeling he should thank his mother.

Otherwise, with Wen Ling being so heartless, without this face, she wouldn't have taken a liking to him from the start.

Zhou Yinhe started the car, turned the head toward the mall, straight to the store he had once accompanied Ning Qing to, and picked out many bags and accessories for Ning Qing according to his own taste.

When he arrived home, everyone was already mostly there; seeing him come in with big and small packages, Ning Qing asked doubtfully: "What is this you've brought?"

"For you." Zhou Yinhe placed them directly on the living room table; Ning Qing furrowed her brows, puzzled, opened them and glanced, astonished: "Did you suddenly become enlightened? You know to be filial to me now?"

"Mm." Zhou Yinhe didn't voice what he was thinking, just went along with Ning Qing's words.

Zhou Shuanglin happened to pass by, glanced casually, and then gave his younger son a meaningful look.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yinhe felt his father's gaze was a bit odd.

Zhou Shuanglin said, "You're so afraid I'll send you to your second uncle's place that you bought stuff to butter up your mom?"

Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brow, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, and said, word by word: "No!"

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

Ning Qing saw Zhou Shuanglin bullying her son, reached out and slapped him on the back, and said displeasedly, "My son bought things for me; stop meddling."