Quit pampering

Chapter 6: My liking for you has nothing to do with interests

He glanced at the trash can without leaving any trace. He thought of the hurt look in the woman's eyes when she left, and his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

Wen Ying followed suit and said, "What a coincidence, I made a reservation and we can have lunch together to make up for last night's meal."

She stated her intentions straightforwardly, as if she just wanted the man to feel guilty.

Once guilt accumulates too much, the mind will drift away.

Huo Zhiqian's slight guilt was indeed aroused. He lowered his eyes and said, "Wen Ying, what happened last night..."

Wen Ying pointed her index finger on his lips, and he fell silent. Wen Ying tilted her head and smiled, "The balance in your heart is on my side, right?"

Huo Zhiqian said calmly without moving his eyebrows, "Wen Ying, you are my fiancée."

Wen Ying turned to his side and hugged his arm affectionately, "Zhiqian, I believe you will not let me down in the end."

Huo Zhiqian raised his hand and rubbed her head. His fingers touched her soft hair, entwined with the scent of roses.

He smiled hoarsely.

During the meal, Wen Ying took out the ring, with a relaxed smile on his face, "This is actually the ring I prepared to give you last night. Although I didn't get it to you last night, it doesn't matter. I'll make it up this time." I'm back, here you go."

Huo Zhiqian looked at the ring but did not take it, "Wen Ying, I should have prepared the ring. I will give you a grand wedding."

Wen Ying's face was filled with joy, "Of course you should prepare the wedding ring, but I have been picking this ring for a long time. It is used as a confession, which is different from getting married. Zhiqian, you know that my liking for you has nothing to do with interests."

Wen Ying's love is fierce and pure, how could Huo Zhiqian not understand it.

He looked at Wen Ying's joyful face, finally took the ring, and put it on the middle finger of his left hand at Wen Ying's prompting.

The circle mouth is neither too big nor too small, just right.

It was her knowledge that she had gained by following him for many years.

Wen Ying held her cheeks with both hands and tapped her fingertips playfully, "Wow, I have really good eyesight."

Huo Zhiqian raised his lips and said with a hint of meaning in his voice, "You want me to wear this ring?"

Wen Ying bluntly showed her possessiveness, her pretty appearance was delicate and bright, "Of course, you can't take it off without my permission!"

Wen Ying was never arrogant in front of him, but occasionally he would be a little domineering. Huo Zhiqian felt that there was nothing wrong with this. If he didn't have a temper, he wouldn't be Wen Ying. He also regarded it as the spice of life.

Huo Zhiqian smiled gently, "Well, I won't take it off."

His marriage to Wen Ying is finalized and will not change. Wen Ying's love is pure, but the forces in Hong Kong City are intricately intertwined and there are countless connections behind them. The powerful alliance between the Huo and Wen families cannot be easily overthrown.

Sitting in his position, the love between a man and a woman is like a mirror in the mirror, and he needs to consider more factors.

Wen Ying held her chin, smiling like a flower, "Okay."

The company still had things to do, so after the meal, Huo Zhiqian sent Wen Ying back to Wen's house and immediately returned to the company.

Wen Ying thought that the marriage charm she had asked for at Ling'an Temple yesterday was still in Tanyuan and had not been given to Huo Zhiqian, so she immediately walked to Tanyuan.

The separate courtyard located behind the Wen family villa imitates the ancient buildings in the capital. It was built specifically for Wen Ying by Wen Zeshu when she was ten years old.

The fragrance of flowers lingered around the Tan Yuan. Wen Ying pushed open the heavy black door, stepped over the high threshold, passed by the precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls on both sides without squinting, and then pushed straight open several wooden doors in the inner room and walked to the inner hall.The man sitting on the pearwood chair turned his head to look at her in the silence of the room. His eyes hidden in the shadows were so deep that they could not be seen clearly.

There was only one slender figure, dignified and haughty.

Wen Ying's breathing suddenly stopped, as if someone had frozen time, and the tiny dust particles in the light and shadow stopped floating.

Even though she had seen Huo Zhiqian's tall and handsome face, Wen Ying still felt that Fu Yanlou's face was unparalleled in the world. The man looked like a noble son who had stepped out of a painting, with an elegance and arrogance that had been infiltrated by a century-old family.It's the kind of existence that transcends the mundane world.

Misty and misty, like a fairy or an illusion.

"Miss Wen." Fu Yanlou's voice was gentle, and his dark eyes were smiling, thinly, as if he was a little more gentle.

She was obviously stunned, and her black and white eyes widened in shock. Fu Yanlou thought that the little girl looked very cute.

Wen Ying felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar, as if this scene had happened somewhere before. Without thinking about it, she was brought back to reality by the man's voice. There was still surprise in her eyes, "Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

That person has a calm temperament and is independent from the world, as if she is an untimely intruder.

Fu Yanlou spoke softly, fearing to disturb the little girl, "I'm here to discuss business with your father. Is Miss Wen here to see Mr. Wen?"

After looking at him for a few seconds, Wen Ying completely calmed down and said, "No, I won't disturb your conversation. I'll come back later."

Just as Wen Ying was about to exit, Wen Zeshu lifted the curtain and walked out, holding tea in his hand, "Yingying, do you have something to do with daddy?"

Wen Ying didn't expect him to entertain Fu Yanlou here, so he shook his head quickly, "No, I'm not here to see you, I'm going out first."

Wen Ying turned around and left, his clothes disappearing behind a door.

Wen Zeshu didn't care, turned his gaze and smiled at Fu Yanlou, "Yanlou, did Yingying bother you?"

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with nostalgia, and his whole body glowed softly, "No, Miss Wen is still as cute as when she was a child."

"Yes." Wen Zeshu also remembered, "I took Yingying to Fu's house when she was a child. I didn't expect you to remember it."

He never thought that the boy who once sat in a wheelchair would be in such a situation today, which even the nobles in Hong Kong City could not match.

What is engraved on him is elegance, coolness, nobility and mystery, as well as a vigorous and resolute behavior that is inconsistent with his temperament.

Speaking of Fu Yanlou, the most powerful celebrity in the Beijing circle, he seems to be like a banished immortal, untainted by the mortal world. Only people in the business world know that he has no compassion at all. He obviously has a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist all year round, but he doesn't care. It is a decisive killing.

For some people, their appearance alone can bewitch others.

Fu Yanlou had a smile on his face and subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on his right wrist, his eyes moving slightly.

How could he not remember that ten-year-old Wen Ying accidentally broke into the Fu Family Garden wearing a pink princess dress, opened the heavy doors and appeared in front of him, and from then on became the only rose in his bleak time when he was young.

Wen Zeshu methodically brewed tea, and the room was filled with the scent of tea. "Yanlou, come and taste my private collection of tea leaves."

"Okay."

Wen Ying returned to the villa and saw Han Xiuya sitting in the living room arranging flowers. He walked over and hugged her, pouting, "Mommy, why do you use my Tan Yuan to entertain guests?"

Han Xiuya caressed Wen Ying's cheek lovingly. The smile on her face was as gentle as water, and her voice was full of the delicate and soft charm of Jiangnan. "Mr. Fu has a distinguished status. Your father's cooperation with him has already reached the second half of the stage. You can do it on a whim." The Tan Yuan that your father built is just left as it is. It’s really suitable for entertaining distinguished guests. Why, aren’t we Yingying happy?”

(End of this chapter)