Ning Weiying: …
Marriage?
Although she wanted to repay him, she hadn’t considered repaying him with her hand in marriage. But Ning Weiying didn’t dare refuse him. The clothes he wore were clearly expensive—her own family circumstances weren’t bad, but they weren’t anywhere near this level.
Eh, he’s this handsome and this rich. If she married him, it wouldn’t exactly be a loss on her end (▽).
“We don’t even know each other,” Ning Weiying said, feigning modesty, while sneaking a glance up at him before quickly lowering her eyes again. He really was so handsome!!!
Wen Yu watched the young girl before him, her face already flushed red as she dared not look at him. The corner of his lips curved up almost imperceptibly, and in his eyes was a tenderness even he himself hadn’t noticed.
What should he do—she was so adorable, he wanted to marry her and take her home.
“Take a look. My information.” Wen Yu revealed everything without the slightest hesitation. He had already made up his mind to marry her—whether she agreed willingly or he had to take her by force.
CEO, huh. She knew of the Wen Group, but with a wealthy family like his, if she married into it, would she even have a good life?
“I know what Miss Ning is worried about. Rest assured, I’m also being pressured to marry. My family isn’t that complicated—my parents have gone abroad to travel, and there’s only my younger brother at home.” Seeing that Ning Weiying was still hesitating, Wen Yu added, “Of course, if Miss Ning ever wants a divorce in the future, I won’t hold you back.”
Divorce? Not a chance. Wen Yu was merely coaxing the young girl into getting the marriage certificate with him first. As for divorce—hah, after marriage, she could forget about that.
“How do you know my surname is Ning?” Ning Weiying lifted her head. Wen Yu looked at her and smiled. Well, checking someone’s background was as easy for him as crushing an ant.
Seeing that he had said all that, Ning Weiying felt it would be awkward to refuse. She also didn’t want her mother to keep working so hard just to take care of her. And mainly—a man like this was someone you could only encounter by chance, not by seeking.
But… whatever. Might as well act on impulse.
“Alright, I’ll marry you.”
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, afraid the young girl might reject him.
“Then… will you hit me?” She couldn’t help it—she was afraid of domestic violence.
Wen Yu: …
“No, I’ve never hit anyone.”
“Bro!”
“Yu-ge!”
Ning Weiying’s body trembled, clearly startled. Wen Yu rose and sat on the edge of the bed, covering her ears with his hands.
“Bro, are you okay?”
“Yu-ge, what happened?”
The door went “bang.”
Wen Moci and Song Jianshen rushed in, vying to be first through the door. The moment they heard Wen Yu was in the hospital, they had come as fast as they could. Jiang Huaian, wearing a white lab coat, strolled in leisurely behind them.
“What are you yelling about?” Wen Yu looked at the two who had barged in, impatience showing on his face.
Wen Moci: …
Song Jianshen: …
So wronged.
Jiang Huaian crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, watching the show. Ning Weiying, seeing the three big men who had suddenly appeared, felt a little scared and buried her face deeper into Wen Yu’s chest. Wen Yu placed his hand on her head and patted it gently, then looked at the two who were still in shock.
“Come here. Call her sister-in-law.”
Wen Moci & Song Jianshen:
Jiang Huaian: That was fast.
He hadn’t gone back with Wen Yu last night—he had stayed behind to ask the manager about the “minor” matter. Only after asking did he learn there was no minor at all. Then when he pulled up the surveillance footage, he saw Wen Yu carrying the young girl away.
Wen Moci didn’t dare defy his brother’s words and called out, “Sister-in-law.”
Ning Weiying lifted her head and glanced at him. “Hello there.”
Wen Moci immediately lowered his head. Oh my god, what a sin.
“Um, um, big brother, if you don’t need anything else, I’ll head back first. I, I still need to study. Sister-in-law, goodbye!” Wen Moci finished speaking and bolted, afraid his brother would call him back. Wen Yu found it strange—when did this kid ever like studying?
Ning Weiying was still watching the direction Wen Moci had gone. He’s so weird, why does he look so familiar? But she didn’t dwell on it, turning around and throwing herself into Wen Yu’s arms. Mmm, he smells so good (▽), she really likes it.
Song Jianshen saw his Yu-ge looking at her with such a doting expression and quietly asked Jiang Huaian, “Where did this sister-in-law come from?”
Jiang Huaian: “The underage little girl from yesterday.”
Song Jianshen: (o o)
“Holy shit, Yu-ge, you’re forcing an underage girl!” Song Jianshen said loudly.
Ning Weiying stirred in his arms and looked at him. “I’m an adult, I’m already 20.” Her sweet, soft, and gentle voice rang out, then she buried her face again. Mmm, why does that person look so silly?
Wen Yu’s gaze shifted to Song Jianshen, a warning in his eyes. “Come over and greet her.”
Song Jianshen: “Ah, oh.” He walked up to Ning Weiying, bent at the waist, and gave a bow. “Hello, sister-in-law. I’m Song Jianshen.”
Ning Weiying: (￣e(#￣), why is he giving her such a big bow right off the bat?
Jiang Huaian also walked over. After all, she was the young mistress of the Wen family, so he had to meet her. “Hello, Jiang Huaian.” Jiang Huaian looked at her.
Ning Weiying looked at the man in front of her. Mmm, why is he so scary? Not a single expression on his face, like he has a paralyzed one.
“Y-you, hello.” Ning Weiying lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Song Jianshen staring at her.
Song Jianshen propped his hands on his knees and carefully examined the little sister-in-law in his brother’s arms. Tsk tsk tsk, no matter how he looked at her, she seemed so young. He didn’t know how his brother could bring himself to do it.
Just as he was about to stand up, he got a smack on the back of the head. “What are you looking at?” Jiang Huaian’s voice came from behind. Song Jianshen clutched the back of his head and shoved him. “Why did you hit me?” He didn’t dare hit Jiang Huaian. Although Jiang Huaian had never hit him, he’d seen Jiang Huaian beat people up—way worse than when Wen Yu hit him. Just watching it made his flesh ache.
Jiang Huaian ignored him. Couldn’t he see the little girl was shy? Still staring at her like that, no sense of tact at all.
“I’ve finished the discharge paperwork. You can leave the hospital now. I still have things to do, so I’m heading off.” Jiang Huaian dragged Song Jianshen away as he left.
“Hey, why are you pulling me?” Song Jianshen protested, looking at his back. Jiang Huaian didn’t even turn his head. “Help me with some work.”
“What work can I help you with? Hey, let go of me. I still have things to say to sister-in-law.” Song Jianshen struggled but couldn’t break free. “Why do you have so much to say?” It had to be said right now. Jiang Huaian was annoyed—he could hear it in his voice. Song Jianshen shut up and obediently followed him. Among the three brothers, Song Jianshen was the youngest, but he only called Wen Yu “ge.” That was because when he was little, he used to provoke Wen Yu all the time. Wen Yu had never had a good temper since childhood and couldn’t stand anyone provoking him, let alone someone younger than himself. So Song Jianshen got beaten plenty when he was young.
For a while, whenever Wen Yu raised his hand, Song Jianshen would flinch and raise his arm in defense, then run behind Jiang Huaian to hide.
After that, Song Jianshen never provoked Wen Yu again. Once, when he was bullied at school, it was Wen Yu who avenged him.
He carried him home on his back again, scolding him for being useless, but Song Jianshen just lay on his back without a word. From that day on, Song Jianshen followed behind him, calling him “big brother.”
Jiang Huaian was older than him too, but Song Jianshen never called him that. When he was little, he used to provoke Jiang Huaian, but the other boy wouldn’t even bother to acknowledge him. Back then, Jiang Huaian always thought he was an idiot and couldn’t be bothered with him. After a while, Song Jianshen found it boring and stopped provoking him. From then on, he called him Huaian instead, never “big brother”—only using that title in front of their elders.
As if. Song Jianshen’s goodwill wasn’t so easily won.