Chapter 215: Alright, bad woman

You slept for ten years.

??? Wen Ling tilted her head to look at Zhou Yinhe, seeing a mischievous flash across his face, Wen Ling narrowed her eyes, secretly reached out, and softly asked: "Is that so?"

Ah— Zhou Yinhe couldn't help but cry out, then hurriedly pried open Wen Ling's hand that was pinching him, and quickly rubbed it.

He accused: "Women's hearts are the most poisonous!!!"

Wen Ling chuckled, got up, walked slowly toward the bathroom, and as she walked she turned back and said: "What's wrong?"

…… Zhou Yinhe pursed his lips, feeling wronged.

What's up, I didn't really hit you. Wen Ling turned around, took a few steps back, smiling narrowly, and said: "You didn't say I was abusive, did you?"

Zhou Yinhe made a move to chase her, Wen Ling was startled, turned and dove into the bathroom, locking the door, shouting loudly: "Are you just unable to handle losing?"

This made Zhou Yinhe laugh loudly outside the bathroom.

Basically, the engagement arrangements are handled by both sides' elders, leaving the two protagonists leisurely each day, with only the choice of venue and wedding attire being up to them.

Zhou Yinhe is actually a bit busier than Wen Ling, because he has his own ideas for the engagement venue.

Wen Ling boredly lay on the sofa, watching Zhou Yinhe sitting opposite, holding his laptop and constantly making calls, she sighed.

This makes me seem useless.

Zhou Yinhe gave two hums into the phone, puzzled, looked up at Wen Ling, and asked: "Why do you say that?"

It's just that you're all busy, I'm the only one idle, aside from having picked out the dress and waiting for alterations, everything else is being handled by you.

Seeing her mood seemed a bit low, Zhou Yinhe lifted his laptop, stood up, walked over to sit beside Wen Ling, ruffled her hair, and comforted: "As the female lead, you should just wait beautifully; if everything needs your worry, what use am I?"

Zhou Yinhe guessed she might be bored, so he handed over his phone, which had contact info sent by Ning Qing for nail, beauty, body care, wellness, etc. He gave the phone to Wen Ling and softly asked: "Do you want a manicure or a beauty treatment? I'll call them to come over, okay?"

Wen Ling lifted her hand to look, seeing her nails from last time had grown a bit, indeed they needed changing, but she didn't want to move, she pulled her hand back and lay on Zhou Yinhe's leg, sighing: "Forget it, I don't want a manicure; when will you finish talking with them? I want to go out and play."

I'll stop chatting, I'll accompany you out to play. Zhou Yinhe set the computer aside, bent down to kiss her forehead, and softly said: "Where do you want to go play? I'll take you."

Wen Ling's beautiful eyes tightly fixed on Zhou Yinhe's cheek in front of her, after a long while, she shook her head: "Forget it, you should stay busy; I'll keep you company here."

Zhou Yinhe lowered his gaze, looking at her seriously, for a long time, until Wen Ling turned her face away.

It's my fault, I've neglected you these past few days.

If he didn't apologize it would be fine, but once he apologized Wen Ling couldn't take it, she buried her face against his chest and muttered: "I don't know what's wrong with me; maybe my period is coming soon, so my mood has been bad."

Baobao... Zhou Yinhe felt a pang in his heart, held Wen Ling tightly, and hoarsely said: "Sorry."

Wen Ling shook her head, raised her body to hug Zhou Yinhe's shoulders, rubbed her perky little nose against his neck, then tightly embraced him; the words she spoke were fragile, yet like a dagger stabbing his heart.

Am I being unreasonable? Obviously you're busy for our engagement, yet I'm still making a fuss.

Zhou Yinhe didn't want her like that; what he liked most was Wen Ling's arrogance, her constant little airs of pride, and the way she occasionally twisted her thoughts to tease him.

Baobao, how could you be throwing a tantrum? It's my fault; obviously you're the most important, yet I only cared about those things and neglected you. Since you're really unhappy, go ahead and hit me to vent, don't just imagine things.

He took Wen Ling's hand and placed it against his cheek, saying to her: "Would you hit me? To vent your anger."

Wen Ling stared into his eyes, seeing his utter sincerity, she chuckled and said: "There's no one like you who still asks for a beating."

Seeing her smile, Zhou Yinhe breathed a sigh of relief, curled the corner of his mouth on purpose to tease her: "You usually don't hold back from hitting me, why are you shy now?"

I'm not shy at all. Wen Ling kissed the corner of his mouth, then buried her face again, whispering: "You're busy while holding me; I want you to hold me."

Okay, I'll hold you. Zhou Yinhe gently rubbed her back, soothed her a while, then picked up his phone; the computer was inconvenient, computer-related matters could wait until later.

He was still discussing the venue design; many designs were his own, and they had to match the venue specifications, making it rather complicated.

In short, Zhou Yinhe just wanted Wen Ling to have an engagement ceremony that could be called perfect.

Wen Ling lay on him listening to his phone call, her eyes blinking; after being still for a short while she started to fidget, Zhou Yinhe pressed down on her back trying to keep her from being too excessive, but her humming and whining made him give up.

He helplessly asked: "What's wrong?"

I don't want to lie on you anymore. Wen Ling pursed her lips, "I want to sit over to the side."

He was too obvious; even without a reaction, Wen Ling felt awkward…

Zhou Yinhe held her close, chuckling muffled for a long while, then suddenly leaned to her ear and said: "Isn't it said that women are more… before and after their period? Why don't you have any reaction?"

Because, Wen Ling tugged at the corner of her mouth to pinch his face, saying word by word: "You already torment people enough normally; I don't want to invite you when I'm already fragile."

Not sure if it's praise or complaint, but to Zhou Yinhe it sounded like praise; he sighed, loosened the arm around Wen Ling's waist, and drawled: "When you need me, you hug and kiss me; when you don't, you'd rather stay ten meters away."

He accused: "You change your face so fast."

Wen Ling moved to the side, leaning on the armrest to look for her phone, hearing his words she smiled narrowly and said: "I've always been like this; you're not meeting me for the first time."

I'm just always startled by how quickly you turn your face and deny people. Zhou Yinhe helplessly put the computer back on his lap, tapped a few keys, then suddenly looked up at Wen Ling.

I'm continuing to work now; you won't feel neglected again and get unhappy, right?

Wen Ling lifted her leg and jabbed his waist, disdainfully saying: "Go busy yourself."

……

Zhou Yinhe smiled and nodded: "Alright, bad woman."

Wen Ling was amused by his tone, she scratched him with her toe.