Chapter 132: An Anwan, Can I?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Of course, Yu Anwan knew how fussy Wen Jin was. It was impossible for him to go shopping. All his clothes were tailor-made by designers, and the fabric used by Wen Jin was extremely rare. It was indeed impossible to compensate.

But was this the main point?

“So, how are you going to compensate?” Wen Jin seemed to be addicted to asking questions as she looked at Yu Anwan with a strong gaze.

Even the most ordinary words carried a tinge of innuendo in Yu Anwan’s ears.

This b*stard.

Yu Anwan could not help but feel her breathing becoming more and more unstable. Because of this, Yu Anwan’s face turned red and her chest heaved up and down.

The place Wen Jin saw made people’s hearts flutter.

He seemed to have lost control of himself.

And in this state, Wen Jin ceased suppressing his emotions any further. His thin lips sealed Yu Anwan’s voice with a sudden and forceful kiss.

The abruptness of the kiss briefly sent Yu Anwan’s nerves tingling.

Her hands tightened their grip, resulting in a soft snap as the button of his shirt was successfully yanked off, hanging precariously on Wen Jin’s frame.

It looked somewhat comical.

“Another one’s fallen off, hmm?” Wen Jin’s voice grew even deeper.

Yu Anwan was still panting, and her breathing was not as steady as Wen Jin’s. She looked up at Wen Jin, who pursed his lips again.

His words seemed almost muffled as he continued, “So, drop one, do one? Even after all these years, you’re still resorting to this hint?”

D*mn it!

Wen Jin’s words almost made Yu Anwan choke on her blood, pushing her to the brink of exasperation.

Yet, Wen Jin didn’t release his grip on Yu Anwan’s intentions. He appeared more audacious than ever.

Yu Anwan found herself trapped in this narrow and confined space, entirely immobilized. Her resistance against Wen Jin proved futile, further igniting the conqueror’s impulse deep within him.

She didn’t want to see Yu Anwan’s defiant and angry face.

Wen Jin began reminiscing about the times when Yu Anwan would gently coax him into happiness.

The more he reminisced, the more brazen Wen Jin’s actions became.

Yu Anwan’s protests and struggles were rendered impotent against this dominant force.

Meanwhile, the effects of Yu Anwan’s medication hadn’t worn off yet. The anti-allergy medicine had left her feeling drowsy and lethargic, with barely any strength left. All she wanted was to sleep.

Consequently, in this situation, Yu Anwan’s resistance seemed more like an invitation, leaving her powerless to stop it.

“Anwan, is it alright?” Wen Jin suddenly asked.

His breathing was heavy, his entire body tense, as he loomed over Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan’s hand still rested against Wen Jin’s shirt, and she couldn’t quite put into words the strange mixture of sensations she was experiencing. This person was making her feel uncomfortable yet intoxicated, and she was torn between refusing and giving in before him.

Observing Yu Anwan’s silence, Wen Jin took it as her acquiescence. His thin lips descended once again, biting gently into Yu Anwan’s lower lip.

Despite being married for three years, their recent kissing frequency far exceeded that of the entire period.

It was as if he intended to make up for those three years of lost time.

Wen Jin’s kissing skills were very good, and it was very easy to get intoxicated and unable to control your emotions. That kind of overflowing emotion instantly extinguished all of Yu Anwan’s nerves.

He wanted to indulge, but he didn’t dare to.

It was a feeling of being held up by someone.

Yu Anwan’s back shivered with a mixture of coolness, whether it was due to the allergic goosebumps or because of Wen Jin’s unbridled behavior, she couldn’t quite discern.

Outside the door, various footsteps and conversations could be heard. The hospital’s door was thin, and everything was audible.

If someone suddenly walked in for a check-up, Yu Anwan felt she might as well lose all sense of dignity.

“Wen Jin… step away!” Yu Anwan’s final shreds of reason pushed Wen Jin aside. “Could you please act like a decent person? President Wen, have you become indiscriminate? I’m covered in a rash from an allergy, and you still have the nerve to act this way! Just how twisted are your preferences!”

Yu Anwan panted as she stared at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin felt a little embarrassed when he was suddenly pushed away. He looked at Yu Anwan with an even darker gaze.

As if at any time and any place, Yu Anwan could always successfully ruin the atmosphere. She would not give him as much face as he wanted.

“You…” Wen Jin was somewhat vexed.

“What’s wrong with me? Does President Wen need to resort to force? If

President Wen dares, I’ll dare to scream!” Yu Anwan wasn’t being polite.

The previously tender atmosphere suddenly transformed into a vehement one. Yu Anwan placed her hands on her hips, emanating an energetic aura. It was a stark contrast to her previously feeble and unconscious state lying in bed.

Ultimately, Wen Jin couldn’t help but laugh.

He continued staring unblinkingly at Yu Anwan, then suddenly lowered his head with a light chuckle. He playfully pinched the tip of Yu Anwan’s nose, the gesture brimming with intimacy.

“Next time, I won’t let you off the hook.” Wen Jin spoke each word deliberately.

With that, he stood up, as if composing himself, not minding that Yu Anwan could see his movements. He meticulously buttoned his shirt, with the last button long gone. Wen Jin glanced at it, seemingly unconcerned.

Yu Anwan felt uneasy when she saw Wen Jin like this.

She preferred her interactions with Wen Jin to be straightforward. If she didn’t like him, then so be it. There was no need to be so affectionate now, making it seem like flirting.

Yu Anwan felt like she was caught in a dilemma, neither moving forward nor backward.

Yet, Yu Anwan’s fiery temperament wouldn’t allow her to repeatedly back down in front of Wen Jin.

“You…” Yu Anwan began.

To her surprise, Wen Jin also spoke at the same time, “You…”

It appeared as if they were in perfect sync.

In this situation, Wen Jin, however, played the gentleman, standing by the bedside with his hands in his pockets, “Ladies first.”

Yu Anwan couldn’t help but mutter in her mind, “Lady first? Give me a break.” From start to finish, Wen Jin didn’t give off a ‘ladies first’ vibe.

However, Yu Anwan didn’t stand on ceremony with Wen Jin’s words. “Wen Jin, why are you apologizing to me?”

With a squint, Yu Anwan gazed at Wen Jin. She genuinely couldn’t fathom why Wen Jin suddenly apologized to her out of the blue.

“Do you think that feeling guilty about taking over Zhanyan made you decide to return Zhanyan’s custody to me now?” Yu Anwan asked bluntly.

Wen Jin burst into laughter. “Yu Anwan, don’t indulge in wishful thinking!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jin leaned closer to Yu Anwan. She became cautious for a moment, but Wen Jin’s hand had already returned to the edge of the bed. “If you don’t know, forget it.”

He had no intentions of explaining.

Yu Anwan found being in this up-and-down situation discomforting.

On the contrary, Wen Jin acted as if nothing had happened, regaining his composure. “Regarding the production line, if you can convince me, I can grant it to you.”

As his words settled, Wen Jin looked at Yu Anwan with a scrutinizing gaze..