Chapter 80: Crying and shouting for Wen Ling

Zhou Yinhe waited until the sound of water came from the bathroom, then he sneaked like a thief, picked up Wen Ling's phone, tapped it several times, quickly locked the screen, and put the phone back where it was.

Wen Ling walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her waist, saw Zhou Yinhe sitting on the edge of the bed, his face clearly guilty, and asked suspiciously, "What are you feeling guilty about?"

"Nothing." Zhou Yinhe shook his head as if nothing had happened; Wen Ling nodded slowly, temporarily suppressing her doubts.

"Want to go out to eat together tonight?" Zhou Yinhe cleared his throat lightly, eyes flickering: "Didn't I post on my Moments? My older sister said she wants to meet you."

"Your older sister?" Wen Ling frowned slightly; when she lived at the Qin Family, she had met Zhou Yinhe's older sister, who seemed decisive and somewhat fierce to outsiders, but in front of family she was… Wen Ling didn't know how to describe it.

"Mm." Zhou Yinhe stood up, took her hand, lowered his eyes not to look at her face, and said softly: "I know it's a bit sudden; if you don't want to meet, I'll let her know."

"Sure, why not?" Wen Ling brushed the hair in front of her to the back, wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head, and said: "Am I really that hard to be seen with?"

Zhou Yinhe leaned in to kiss her while saying: "You don't know how charming you are."

Wen Ling blocked his mouth, gave a humored laugh, and said disdainfully: "Do you have some kind of thirst syndrome? You keep wanting to hug and kiss me from time to time."

"Because I love you." Zhou Yinhe's dark eyes gazed deeply at her, the corners reddened.

"Cut it out." Wen Ling glared at him, but couldn't suppress the upward turn of her lips; she poked his chest with her finger, pursed her lips, and said: "Move aside, I'm going to change clothes."

"Why change clothes?" Zhou Yinhe grabbed her hand; the fire that had just subsided was now stirring again.

Wen Ling let out a light scoff, pressed her knee against him, made an opening-and-closing gesture with her index and middle fingers, narrowed her eyes, and warned him with her gaze.

Zhou Yinhe instantly released her hand and stepped back, raising both hands in a surrender gesture; Wen Ling gave him a white-eye look, flicked her hair, and walked toward the wardrobe. When Zhou Yinhe tried to follow, she turned and made a gun gesture with her hand; Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips together and could only stand still.

Wen Ling walked slowly around the wardrobe with her hands behind her back, really not knowing what to wear.

Does this count as meeting the parents? I guess so.

Wearing her usual preferences doesn't seem quite right; wearing something too formal seems a bit pretentious.

"Baobao." She called out to Zhou Yinhe, who hurriedly came in.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ling lifted her chin toward the transparent wardrobe, gesturing for him to look, and said: "You tell me, what should I wear to meet your sister that would be more appropriate?"

"Just wear your favorite style; she's seen your photos, and besides, when we were at Xishan last time, Zhao Ningyan took pictures of you for her, and she even praised your fashion sense to me."

"Really?" Wen Ling examined his face closely, making sure he had no intention to deceive her, then nodded.

She took an outfit from the wardrobe and placed it on the bench, just about to change, then glanced back at Zhou Yinhe, signaling him to leave quickly.

Zhou Yinhe shrugged regretfully, turned and left; Wen Ling was amused by his expression, lowered her eyes and laughed for a while before changing clothes.

Zhou Yinhe sat on the sofa, thought about it, and still took out his phone to send a message to Zhou Zhaoning.

【Sis, you're not allowed to talk nonsense in front of her.】

【It's best not to mention a single word about what happened these three years.】

【If you bring it up, don't blame me for turning against you; later, don't blame me for disagreeing with your situation with Zhao Ningyan.】

【I mean what I say!】

At that moment, Zhou Zhaoning was driving, while Zhao Ningyan sat in the passenger seat, head down playing with her phone. Hearing Zhou Zhaoning's phone on the mount constantly ringing, she raised an eyebrow and said: "Aren't you going to check it?"

Zhou Zhaoning glanced at the phone screen display, smirked, and said: "Xiao Wu, threats have arrived."

Zhao Ningyan was still quite curious; she reached out, took the phone, and upon seeing the message Zhou Yinhe had sent, she burst out laughing in anger.

He held down the voice key and sent a voice message, his tone very dissatisfied.

"Zhou Xiao Wu, your conscience has truly gone to the dogs; from childhood to now, how many black pots have I carried for you, how many bad deeds have I helped you do, and you actually use my lifelong happiness to threaten your sister—do you have any shame?"

Zhou Zhaoning heard his furious, defeated voice, couldn't help laughing, glanced at him, pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned sideways, and asked: "What black pots have you helped him carry, what bad deeds have you done for him?"

Zhao Ningyan's hand paused, she coughed, then gave a dry laugh: "Nothing much, I was just saying it on purpose for him to hear."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhou Zhaoning laughed and nodded; Zhao Ningyan was about to relax when she saw Zhou Zhaoning's face sink, and she said coldly: "Get out! If you don't understand, don't contact me!"

Zhao Ningyan opened her mouth, about to defend herself with a couple of sentences, but seeing Zhou Zhaoning's gaze, she could only give an embarrassed tug at the corners of her mouth, open the car door, and get out.

Just as the car door was about to close, she heard Zhou Zhaoning call out to her.

"My phone."

Zhao Ningyan threw the phone onto the passenger seat, closed the car door a second later, and the next second she swallowed a mouthful of exhaust fumes.

She couldn't hold back, muttered a curse under her breath, hands on her waist, and called Zhou Yinhe.

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Ningyan immediately launched into a rebuttal.

"Zhou Xiao Wu, you're something; you and your sister really have the same temper—she's the type who uses people when she needs them and discards them when she doesn't, says she'll turn against you and does, usually treats me as a tool, calls me when she wants to sleep with me, and kicks me aside when she's done; I'm telling you, this time your sister came to beg me, and I won't let her mess with me again!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a moment of silence.

"Speak!"

Wen Ling looked at Zhou Yinhe, who was in the middle of changing clothes; both of their expressions were somewhat unnatural, as if they wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Just now, Zhou Yinhe was changing clothes; when his phone rang, he had Wen Ling answer it, and turned on speakerphone so as not to interrupt his changing.

Then, the angry voice of the well-known young master Zhao from the circle spread throughout the secondary bedroom's wardrobe.

Wen Ling bit her lip to hold back laughter, handed the phone to Zhou Yinhe, who couldn't hold back either, laughing as he mocked the phone: "Zhao Ningyan, when you mocked me for being lovesick, did you ever think about today?"

Zhao Ningyan gritted her teeth and snapped: "Don't stand there talking like your back doesn't hurt—wasn't it you who was crying and shouting in front of us for Wen Ling?! Now that you've made up, you just forgot, right? And you're still pretending; I tell you, I've recorded a video—be careful I send it out."

"……"

Zhou Yinhe lifted his eyes to look at the slightly stunned Wen Ling, then quickly hung up.

"Um…"

Wen Ling curled her lips, locked eyes with him, drawing closer and closer, just as their lips were about to meet, she suddenly said: "Could you ask him to send that video over so I can take a look?"

"Although you're a little crybaby, I've never seen you crying and shouting before."

Zhou Yinhe lowered his head and fiercely bit her lip; Wen Ling's understanding of this is.

He became angry out of embarrassment.