Chapter 239

【Nonsense, who else could I have had a child with?】

Qi Zhan's perfunctory reply: 【Mm-hmm, a hundred years of harmony, early birth of a noble son.】

He really had no strength to type, so he held down the voice key and said lazily: "Anything else? If not, I'm going to sleep."

Zhou Yinhe feared he might really fall asleep, so he called him again.

Afraid Wen Ling upstairs might hear, he lowered his voice and asked: "How are you and Zhao Xingtang doing?"

"What do you mean, how are you and Zhao Xingtang?" Qi Zhan frowned, not quite understanding, and asked doubtfully: "I don't keep in touch with Zhao Xingtang at all."

Zhou Yinhe was stunned for a moment, and Qi Zhan asked: "Why are you asking that?"

Zhou Yinhe came to his senses, said lightly: "It's nothing." He narrowed his eyes and casually said: "Go to sleep first."

He hung up the phone, clenched his phone, wishing he could go back and beat Zhou Jingyuan to death.

In his memory, Qi Zhan liked Zhao Xingtang, but in reality, that wasn't the case.

What does that indicate? It indicates his memory has been tampered with, and Wen Ling's breakup with him for no reason might also be Zhou Jingyuan's doing. After all, the day before they broke up, they were fine, and Wen Ling even said she wanted to go to F Country with him.

Zhou Yinhe sprang to his feet; he needed to know the truth, at least so that when pursuing Wen Ling back, he wouldn't be like a headless fly.

He hurried upstairs and knocked on Wen Ling's study door.

"Come in."

Zhou Yinhe pushed the door open and entered; Wen Ling looked at him somewhat doubtfully, and Zhou Yinhe said: "I need to return to Hua Guo, but I won't be gone long—should be back in a few days. Wait for me to come back, then I'll explain those previous matters to you, okay?"

Wen Ling fell silent for a moment; Zhou Yinhe walked straight to her side, bent over and embraced her, whispering: "Ah Ling, I know you're also confused now, and so am I. I will definitely bring the truth back to find you. Then you should seriously consider whether to reconcile with me, okay?"

Wen Ling raised her arms, returned the embrace around his waist, and nodded: "Okay."

Her response reddened Zhou Yinhe's eye sockets; he lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Wen Ling's shoulder, and murmured: "Wait for me."

"Okay."

"You're not allowed to get angry just because I'm leaving."

"Okay."

"Also, you can't spend too much time with Lu Zhaoye!"

"... We usually don't even have time to meet because we're both so busy."

"Promise me!"

"Okay." Wen Ling sighed helplessly; if she didn't agree, he would keep nagging endlessly.

Zhou Yinhe finally felt relieved, reluctantly released Wen Ling, and before leaving, couldn't help but kiss her lips.

It was a heavy kiss; Wen Ling was completely unprepared, her teeth knocked her lip, and a bead of blood quickly welled up.

"You—"

Zhou Yinhe was frightened and hurriedly slipped away, fearing Wen Ling would get angry and lose her temper.

He fled with quick steps; Wen Ling grabbed a tissue, pressed it to her lips, suppressing a smile as she watched his retreating back, saying nothing else, only: "Stay safe."

Not knowing whether Zhou Yinhe would encounter danger upon returning, Wen Ling still gave him that reminder.

Zhou Yinhe suddenly stopped, turned to look at Wen Ling, and said seriously: "I will, and you must keep your promise—wait for me."

Wen Ling chuckled lightly and nodded.

Seeing him to the door, watching him get into the car and then drive away, Wen Ling's shoulders slumped a little; Hehe and Heng Heng crouched at her feet, meowing incessantly.

"He's gone now; meowing won't help."

The two rubbed against her leg, their big eyes fixed on Wen Ling, as if asking her why Zhou Yinhe had left again.

Wen Ling sighed, squatted down to pet the two's heads, and said earnestly: "He'll be back soon; but you two, why are you so fond of him?"

She pretended to be angry, saying: "I've taken care of you two for so long, yet I never see you being this affectionate toward me."

Hehe and Heng Heng are now about the same size and look very similar; at this moment they sat on the floor, wagging their tails like copy-pasted duplicates, appearing quite innocent.

Wen Ling let out a soft hum, stood up, returned to the living room, opened a can for the two, watched them eat, and stood aside in a daze for a while.

After just a couple of days, she had already grown accustomed to having Zhou Yinhe around; now facing the huge villa, she felt it was strangely empty.

At that moment, someone suddenly pressed the doorbell.

Wen Ling turned sharply, suppressed her joy, walked to the door, and upon opening it saw a man in work clothes standing there, who said: "Miss, hello. I'm the air-conditioning repairman called by Mr. Zhou next door, but he seems not to be home. I called him, and he said you know the household password, so I came to find you."

Wen Ling frowned and said: "Just a moment."

She turned around, found her phone, was about to call Zhou Yinhe, but saw his incoming text message.

Only six characters: "The password is your birthday."

Wen Ling bit her lip and had no choice but to lead the repairman next door to unlock the door.

Two bodyguards appeared at her side; Wen Ling felt they looked somewhat familiar, and they nodded at her, explaining: "Miss Wen, we are the Fifth Young Master's bodyguards."

"He left already—why are you still here?"

"The Fifth Young Master worried that the bodyguards by your side couldn't fully protect you, so he left us behind."

The bodyguard who had been following Wen Ling, upon hearing that, quickly turned cold-faced.

"What kind of talk is this? What does 'can't fully protect you' mean—are you looking down on them?"

Actually, Zhou Yinhe didn't think that way; he just kept dreaming of Wen Ling being kidnapped, and thinking that the careless bodyguards would let Zhao Xingtang take her away made him anxious, so he simply left these two behind.

These two were hired back when Zhou's grandfather was still alive, specifically to dote on his beloved youngest grandson; they are highly capable and obedient, only their speech is overly blunt, and they don't understand Chinese.

Wen Ling understood, nodded to indicate she knew, and the bodyguards continued: "It's hot; go rest inside. We'll keep watch here."

"All right."

Wen Ling didn't want to torture herself either; she was about to turn and leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw at the end of the foyer, in the living room, an entire wall covered with her photos.

She widened her eyes, walked in slowly, and stared in shock at the wall.

Not only the walls, but also the corners, side tables, long tables—everywhere were her photos, and not just from when they were together; many were from their everyday life after they broke up.

She never realized that Zhou Yinhe had secretly taken so many of those after they broke up...

The bodyguard saw her eyes reddened, lowered his voice and explained: "Fifth Young Master, these past few months I've actually gone back and forth to M Country many times, just to come see you."

Wen Ling trembled as she raised her hand, placed it on a few photos, and muttered a curse: "Idiot."

Tears were about to fall; Wen Ling quickly rubbed her eyes, bit her lip, and said in a muffled voice: "You all stay here watching; I'm heading back first."

"Okay."

Although it was a short distance, they still assigned someone to follow Wen Ling behind until she reached home and the door was closed.