Chapter 246: Just get married, if you like it, just marry

Probably it's because Zhou Yinhe is clinging to her, and he keeps biting her?

The scene was a bit chaotic, as if several layers had piled together; the only clear things were Zhou Yinhe's face and her own face.

Embrace, kiss… and so on, the scene.

Wen Ling bit her lip and cried out in pain; Zhou Yinhe panicked and hugged her, the scene of their engagement day suddenly flashed before him, his legs went weak and he knelt directly on the ground, his voice trembling as he asked: "Ah Ling, Ah Ling, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

He reached out and placed his hand in front of Wen Ling, feeling her rapid heartbeat, so anxious his eye sockets reddened to the point of almost bleeding.

The headache gradually subsided; Wen Ling slowly looked at Zhou Yinhe, and as she pressed her lips and shook her head, tears dropped pattering onto the back of his hand.

She burst into a smile through tears, her fingers stroking his cheek, saying: "It's funny; just because of one sentence from you, I've recalled everything that happened before."

Zhou Yinhe blinked dazedly, gazing into Wen Ling's eyes, taking a long time to react.

Wen Ling chuckled softly, lowered her head to cup his face and kiss him; salty tears spilled between their lips and teeth, and Zhou Yinhe finally reacted, his choked sobs indistinct.

"I thought you would never remember this in your lifetime."

Although it's regrettable, being able to hold her again already satisfied Zhou Yinhe; he never expected Wen Ling to actually remember.

"Did you beat up Zhou Jingyuan?" Wen Ling asked, wiping his tears while smiling.

Zhou Yinhe nodded, saying harshly: "If it weren't for giving face to my second uncle, I really would have beaten him to death."

Wen Ling no longer minded; instead she comforted Zhou Yinhe, chuckling lightly: "Just consider it as giving us two lifetimes, and moreover, in this life we haven't been separated for three years."

"But if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have suffered like this; indeed, we might not have broken up at all, and perhaps we would have gotten married long ago."

Wen Ling asked amusedly: "Why are you so obsessed with getting married?"

"Just that—I want to be together with you in a proper, legitimate way."

He is more obsessed with having a proper status than anyone else, but Wen Ling hadn't realized he thought that way.

"Am I making you feel insecure? Or did I do something?" Wen Ling asked seriously.

Zhou Yinhe shook his head, somewhat puzzled: "Why are you asking this?"

"Then why do you always want a proper status? Isn't being boyfriend and girlfriend also a status?"

"Ah..." Zhou Yinhe turned his face away from Wen Ling, his gaze darting.

It's not for that reason; he simply wants to be openly and properly together with Wen Ling, so he can tell others she is his wife rather than his girlfriend or fiancée—'wife' sounds far more intimate than 'girlfriend' or 'fiancée' no matter how you hear it.

Wen Ling tapped his forehead, picked up her computer and went upstairs, then turned to Zhou Yinhe and said: "I have to work, don't disturb me; I'll only come out at dinner time."

Zhou Yinhe opened his mouth, but before he could stop her, Wen Ling had already disappeared from sight.

He pursed his lips, but he didn't really intend to keep clinging to Wen Ling; he propped his legs on the sofa and sent a message to Jiang Jibai and the others to show off.

Meanwhile, after Wen Ling returned to the study, she leaned against the door for a long while.

Suddenly a long stretch of memory surfaced; though she still couldn't fully process it, the memory was simple—apart from being with Zhou Yinhe, it was just the suffering she endured before death.

She raised a hand to cover her chest, pressed her lips together; the taste of that pain remained vivid, her chest aching finely as if the returning memories were causing it.

However, Wen Ling's lips remained upturned.

The pain faded, replaced by boundless joy; just like Zhou Yinhe, when she learned she was missing a piece of memory she had been a bit confused, but now that she recalled it, she realized how precious that memory was to both her and Zhou Yinhe.

For some reason, Wen Ling frowned, looking at Wen Zhuo standing opposite her, feeling somewhat agitated.

"I don't know what's going on, but the senior executives of his company have all been headhunted away at high prices, and those who weren't taken were forced to stay despite wanting to leave."

Wen Ling said: "Such a move—who did it?"

"I can't find out either, but I have a feeling it might be Zhou Yinhe."

"Or what?" The office door behind them suddenly opened, and both turned to see Lu Zhaoye, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.

He sauntered in lazily, walking and saying: "He didn't just poach his company's senior executives; he also did something unknown to the few families on good terms with your foolish uncle, canceling all cooperation with them, and I even snatched up two of them."

Wen Ling chuckled: "The Zhou family conducts itself openly and righteously; how could he..."

Lu Zhaoye sat on the sofa with arms crossed, legs propped on the table without ceremony, speaking lazily: "How could the Zhou family have reached this point and still truly be as superficial as it appears? Besides, he grew up beside Old Zhou; although he seems to pay no attention to anything on the surface, he couldn't possibly truly disregard your affairs."

He turned his face toward Wen Ling, chuckling lightly: "You're getting ready to marry so quickly?"

Wen Ling nodded, uncharacteristically shy, resting her chin on her hand and saying: "Just get married, if you like it, just marry."

Wen Zhuo blinked, his expression unreadable, while Lu Zhaoye said: "Fine, that's good."

"Then, sister, after you marry, are you planning to live in M Country or return to Hua Guo with Zhou Yinhe?" Wen Zhuo finally spoke, his gaze burning as he fixed it on Wen Ling; she thought for a moment and casually replied: "Either is fine—we'll alternate living there, anyway the Wen Family now has you, so whether I'm present or not doesn't really matter; we'll spend a month here, a month there."

Wen Zhuo gave an "oh", lowering his eyes to look at Wen Ling's hand resting on the mouse.

Wen Ling stared at him for a while, then chuckled: "Are you unhappy? Is it because I want to live in two places, or because I've handed the entire Wen Family over to you?"

Lu Zhaoye and Wen Zhuo shared the same thought; naturally they understood Wen Zhuo's concern, and Lu Zhaoye spoke first: "Putting such a huge Wen Family on one person's shoulders is a lot of pressure—who could be happy about that?"

Wen Zhuo, reminded by him, could hardly contain his emotions, found an excuse and left Wen Ling's office first.

Lu Zhaoye watched his despondent back, pursing his lips.

Wen Ling felt a bit doubtful, but that was all it was; she stood up, pulled a bottle of ice water from the nearby fridge, twisted it open, took a few sips, then grabbed another bottle and tossed it to Lu Zhaoye.

"How do you have time to come today?"

"Let me come give you a gift." Lu Zhaoye raised his chin.

"Where's the gift?" he said, even though he'd come empty-handed.

Lu Zhaoye gave her a sideways glance, speechless: "Naturally I sent it to Wen Garden; how could I bring it here? Are you lovesick to the point of stupidity?"

Wen Ling glared at him, but then recalled what Zhou Yinhe had said—originally their return to the present was thanks in part to Lu Zhaoye's contribution.

"Lu Zhaoye, thank you."

"..." Lu Zhaoye was startled by her serious tone, breaking out in goosebumps, he frowned and said: "Are you crazy?"

"..." Get lost, don't disturb my work.