Chapter 247

Ning Qing acted quickly; from making the invitation list to sending out invitations, from preparing the venue to setting up the venue, everything was ready in just a month.

As for the wedding attire, the full set of going-out outfits and toast outfits, they had found designers Wen Ling liked, and had custom-made and tried them on for her.

Wen Ling didn't have much time to spare, but Zhou Yinhe followed Ning Qing around and was busy for many days.

When Zhou Yinhe returned to M Country, Wen Ling was still busy with work, so he simply went upstairs, planning to give her a surprise.

He quietly pushed open the door; Wen Ling was resting her forehead while handling work, looking worried and troubled, as if stumped by work.

Zhou Yinhe took advantage of her inattention, bent his waist and sneaked in, standing behind Wen Ling's office chair, then suddenly shouted: "Wah!"

Wen Ling was startled by him, her whole body jolted, she suddenly stood up and glared at Zhou Yinhe.

"Zhou Yinhe! I'll beat you to death!"

Zhou Yinhe looked guilty, didn't dodge, let Wen Ling hit him, apologetically saying: "Sorry, sorry."

Wen Ling hit him several times in front of him, then finally pulled her hand back, gave him a harsh look, and sat down again.

Zhou Yinhe knelt on one knee beside Wen Ling's leg, pitifully saying: "Sorry, it's my fault; if you're still not appeased, go ahead and hit me two more times."

"Does hitting you make you feel better?" Wen Ling lowered her gaze at him and asked coldly.

Zhou Yinhe was stunned for a moment, then said: "Then tell me what you want, I'll agree to anything, okay? Don't be angry."

After saying that, he lowered his head and placed his face on Wen Ling's leg, softly saying: "I really know I was wrong."

"Hmm, let me think." Wen Ling flashed a hint of a smile in her eyes, fleeting.

When Zhou Yinhe was entering the elevator, the front desk had already sent her a message; she had already prepared, and the whole sneaky movement of Zhou Yinhe slipping in just now was seen in her peripheral vision.

Just teasing him.

"You should get up first; this isn't proper." Wen Ling reached out to pull him; Zhou Yinhe, when he just came in, was afraid she'd notice he hadn't closed the door, in case someone came in, even if they didn't dare to walk in, seeing the fiancé of little Wen Dong standing up from beside little Wen Dong's leg at the doorway would make anyone think something improper!!

Zhou Yinhe didn't want to get up, but also wanted to hug Wen Ling, whom he hadn't seen in a long time; he stood up, bent over and embraced her, murmuring: "Baobao, I've missed you so much, it's been several days."

Although Wen Ling also missed him, she wasn't as exaggerated; just his gentle embrace at this moment made her unable to tease him, so she lightly raised her hand to wrap around his waist and kissed his cheek.

Zhou Yinhe's heart softened by her action, he smiled with curved lips, wanting to kiss Wen Ling's lips.

Wen Ling blocked his lips, hearing her softly say: "No, I still have work to do."

Zhou Yinhe pursed his lips, had no choice but to let her go for now, he walked to the side of the sofa and sat down, while asking: "How much longer do you have to work? Both wedding venues need your inspection, to see if you like them; if not, there's still time to make changes."

"How about tomorrow? I've already told Zhuo; tomorrow he'll take over most of the work." Wen Ling lifted her eyes, glanced at Zhou Yinhe then withdrew her gaze, and continued slowly: "After that, Zhuo will be in charge; except for important decisions, I won't need to handle anything else."

Zhou Yinhe tried to suppress his inner joy, but couldn't help it; he feigned nonchalance by covering his mouth, and a soft chuckle escaped.

Wen Ling felt helpless, too lazy to say anything to him.

After finishing work, the sky gradually darkened; Zhou Yinhe drove, and together with Wen Ling they returned to Wen Garden.

Wen Lao knew they were coming back, had been waiting for them, and also invited Lu Zhaoye; the three sat in the living room chatting.

Seeing the two return, Wen Zhuo stood up and greeted them softly; Wen Lao had already seen Zhou Yinhe many times these days, was very familiar, treating him like a friendly junior, and urged them to sit down quickly.

"The wedding in M Country is still half a month away; are you ready?"

"Ready, my parents will come a week early." Zhou Yinhe spoke first, glanced at Lu Zhaoye, then locked eyes with him.

Lu Zhaoye raised his eyebrows, the curve of his lips showing smugness; Zhou Yinhe knew what was up, snorted a laugh and withdrew his gaze.

"What's that? Wen Ling couldn't read the eye play between them."

After the meal, Zhou Yinhe made an excuse and walked with Lu Zhaoye to the backyard garden; seeing Lu Zhaoye light a cigarette without hesitation, Zhou Yinhe disdainfully covered his nose, staring at him with his beautiful eyes.

"Why are you so disdainful toward your benefactor?" Lu Zhaoye lightly laughed, flicked ash, and lazily leaned against the pavilion pillar.

Zhou Yinhe calmly said: "When did you remember?"

"Hmm..." Lu Zhaoye thought for a moment, "About the same time as you."

"Then why are you helping me, knowing that Ah Ling has forgotten those things? You could completely take advantage of the situation." Zhou Yinhe asked seriously.

Lu Zhaoye helplessly laughed: "Zhou Yinhe, if I hadn't experienced that period with you and Ah Ling, I would definitely have wanted to take advantage, but I remember, I remember clearly, I know she still likes you even if she breaks up with you, so I won't do such a petty thing."

He casually stubbed out the cigarette, stood straight and walked to Zhou Yinhe's side; being of similar height, their eyes met, and Zhou Yinhe could clearly see the sincerity in his eyes.

"I truly bless you all, so, Zhou Yinhe, you must treat Wen Ling well; otherwise, even if I don't settle scores with you," he said halfway, raised his chin, gesturing for Zhou Yinhe to look behind him, and continued: "Wen Zhuo won't let you off either."

Zhou Yinhe turned his head, looking at the approaching Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo stood before him with a cold face; Zhou Yinhe couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Are you guys lining up to warn me?"

"Pretty much." Lu Zhaoye openly admitted.

Wen Zhuo coldly curled his lip, calmly said: "Zhou Yinhe, take good care of my sister."

Zhou Yinhe crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Come on, that's obvious; if I don't take good care of my wife, what's the difference between that and defying heaven and harming reason?"

"I'm not joking," Wen Zhuo stepped forward again; perhaps he isn't as gentle as he appears outwardly, his heart still cold, so his eyes at this moment were like ice.

"Zhou Yinhe, if you treat her badly, I won't let you off."

Zhou Yinhe, who had been lounging, gradually straightened up, his eyes slightly narrowed, and solemnly said: "Rest assured, I will definitely take good care of her, not let her suffer any harm, not even a bit."

Wen Zhuo remained silent for a moment, stepped back, glanced at Lu Zhaoye, then turned and left.

Zhou Yinhe watched his back, snorted a laugh, and said: "Just to get a single promise from me?"

"Yes." Lu Zhaoye nodded, spoke in a deep voice: "Our thoughts, Wen Ling doesn't know, but you are fully aware; for your sake and Wen Ling's, we are willing to keep it hidden, on the condition that you treat her well."