Chapter 99

No, he's not that unreasonable. Wen Ling shook her head, propping her chin as she looked at him.

Zhou Yinhe leaned forward, chin out to kiss her, but Wen Ling blocked his mouth, smiling as she pointed to a spot nearby.

My grandfather is peeking.

Zhou Yinhe suddenly sat up straight, acting as if nothing had happened.

His quick, smooth movements made Wen Ling laugh. She stood up and vigorously rubbed his hair a few times, ruining the hairstyle he had carefully blow-dried at noon. Naturally a bit curly and with this hair color, it now looked like a bird's nest on his head.

Hey hey hey, what are you doing? My hairstyle. Zhou Yinhe raised his hand to stop her, yet he enjoyed their intimate closeness and ultimately couldn't bear to stop her.

Wen Ling, having had her fun, gently tidied his hair with her fingers.

She greeted Wen Lao, then took a few bodyguards and rushed to the concert venue.

Zhou Yinhe came this time with his own few bodyguards; the two sat in the car, Wen Ling's chin bumping against Zhou Yinhe's shoulder as she asked, "How are your bodyguards so capable?"

My grandfather arranged it before he passed away. Zhou Yinhe crossed his legs, gently holding Wen Ling's hand and smiling, "Aren't yours impressive too?"

Wen Ling shook her head, deliberately jabbing him with her chin, "Not as good as yours."

Then shall we switch?

The driver was Wen Ling's bodyguard, and the passenger seat was also occupied by one; hearing this, their hearts skipped a beat.

Their hearts kept pounding; being beside the Fifth Young Master was nice, but Hua Guo's management is strict in some areas, far stronger than M Country, and the Zhou Family's standing in Hua Guo meant they didn't have to fear anyone daring to cause trouble—yet they feared that staying too long by the Fifth Young Master's side would make their bones weak.

The scales in their hearts kept swaying, and the next second they heard the young lady say, "No need to switch—after all, you're with me every day; if anything really happens, they'll protect me too, and the people around me have been with me since childhood, so they're definitely different."

"……" The two bodyguards' faces flushed with embarrassment.

It was because they could rely on the Fifth Young Master for their old age that they had such thoughts, and they almost wanted to slap each other.

Wen Ling glanced at them with a smiling gaze, then withdrew her eyes and continued to playfully jab Zhou Yinhe with her chin.

Actually, both of them had little interest in the concert; after forcing themselves to listen through, Wen Ling only then learned that Zhou Yinhe's sister was also there tonight.

She glared at Zhou Yinhe, then took the initiative to step forward and greet Zhou Qiyue.

Zhou Qiyue, while lightly holding his hand with both hands, sized up Wen Ling, then curled her lips and said, "No wonder my brother can't do without you; looking back now, I was shallow at first."

Coming from such a family, who isn't arrogant? Zhou Qiyue herself is, too, but she saw none of that in Wen Ling—although she wore haute couture down to every detail, exuding nobility, there was not a trace of arrogance about her.

Zhou Yinhe put his arm around Wen Ling's shoulder, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Just admit it."

Zhou Qiyue gave him a look, then took the initiative to walk ahead with Wen Ling, complaining along the way about her brother's misdeeds from childhood onward.

"When he was little, he pulled out all the flowers my sister and I had planted, then tried to blame it on my older brother's dog—even though we saw him do it with our own eyes, he still refused to admit it, insisting he was saving our flowers."

"My older brother's dog had a few puppies; he wanted to give some to friends, but Zhou Yinhe wouldn't allow it, insisting on keeping them himself. After two days he grew impatient but still wouldn't let them go, making a fuss until our grandfather stepped in and told my older brother to keep raising them."

"He's had little patience since childhood and a stubborn temper, but the wolf cub he keeps is an exception—he can raise it well; I guess it's also because the wolf cub gives him face."

The two looked back at Zhou Yinhe together, seeing him frown with displeasure; only then did Zhou Qiyue not egg him on, continuing, "That wolf cub was brought to my grandfather's old residence during his summer break, and next door lived the Jiang Family—Jiang Jibai's grandfather's home."

"Jiang Grandfather liked a pastoral life, planting vegetables and fruits in his garden and raising a few chickens, which his wolf cub ate up completely, not leaving a single one; even the eggs he had set aside to hatch chicks were ruined, but that's fine—he justified it by saying the chicken had flown into my grandfather's yard on its own to let his wolf cub eat it."

Wen Ling couldn't hold back her laughter, bursting out with a "pfft," and she linked arms with Zhou Qiyue, saying, "How can he spout such nonsense? When did that happen?"

"Around six or seven years old, anyway—he was always spouting nonsense. Later, when that wolf cub grew old and died peacefully, he raised all its offspring, and they're still on his suburban estate to this day." Zhou Qiyue also couldn't help laughing, showing no shame at exposing her brother's shortcomings, her face full of pride.

Wen Ling stopped, turned, reached out to Zhou Yinhe, blinked, and said, "When are you planning to take me to see those little wolves?"

Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brows, returned her grip, and said in a low voice, "What little wolves? They're all grown up now."

"Fine, fine, grown-up wolves." Wen Ling went along with his childishness and asked, "When will you take me to see them?"

Zhou Qiyue also stood aside, watching the spectacle, while Zhou Yinhe pressed his lips together, starting to think about how to clear out everything in the estate, when he heard Wen Ling ask in a questioning tone, "What's wrong? Is there something you can't show people?"

"Nothing of the sort; I'll take you to see them when we get back." Zhou Yinhe could hardly admit it.

Wen Ling nodded slowly, then continued chatting with Zhou Qiyue about Zhou Yinhe's childhood misdeeds.

Zhou Qiyue spoke while giving Zhou Yinhe a provocative glance.

【If you've got the guts, keep acting just like before—pick fights with me over anything and nothing, and see if I don't expose your old secrets.】

Zhou Yinhe looked back at her, tightly furrowing his brows and giving her a look.

【Is there any sister like you who does this?】

Zhou Qiyue countered: 【Is there any brother like you who does this?】

The two silently locked eyes for a moment, while Wen Ling's gaze lingered not far away, completely unaware.

Wen Ling suddenly shouted, "Get down!"

Zhou Yinhe reacted extremely quickly, lunging onto the two of them to shield Wen Ling and Zhou Qiyue behind him; the next second came a booming "bang" that exploded in their ears.

The bodyguards rushed forward, forming a circle to protect the three inside, while the bodyguards hidden in the dark led a team to track down the assailant.

Gunfire erupted all around; Wen Ling couldn't worry about that, she shoved aside Zhou Yinhe, who was still shielding the two, and was on the verge of tears.

"Are you hurt? Are you stupid? Who uses themselves as a shield like that?"

Zhou Yinhe's face turned somewhat pale as he clutched his shoulder; his fair fingers were stained red with blood, yet he still had the presence of mind to smile: "My reaction was fast, wasn't it? Much faster than the guy who fired the hidden shot."

Wen Ling gritted her teeth, wanting to hit him, while Zhou Qiyue's face had already darkened as she went to check her brother's gunshot wound.