Chapter 143: President Wen Picking Something I Like?

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

“President Wen.” The waiter knocked on the door.

Wen Jin’s voice came through faintly, “Come in.”

The waiter entered and looked at Yu Anwan, saying, “Miss Yu, please.”

Yu Anwan nodded and walked towards the private room, her heartbeat under control. However, as she entered the room, her eyebrows immediately furrowed. There was only Wen Jin inside.

“Where’s Zhanyan?” Yu Anwan blurted out without thinking.

Wen Jin lifted his eyelids slightly and turned his gaze toward Yu Anwan. “And where’s your daughter?”

Yu Anwan’s expression remained unchanged. “She’s not feeling well.”

“How coincidental.” Wen Jin raised an eyebrow. “Zhanyan isn’t feeling well either.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Yu Anwan’s nervousness was evident as she looked at Wen Jin. She quickly continued, “If Zhanyan is feeling unwell anywhere, you can bring him to me anytime. You know I’m a doctor.”

It seemed that Yu Anwan could only converse calmly with Wen Jin when it concerned Wen Zhanyan.

Otherwise, facing Wen Jin always felt prickly.

Wen Jin looked at Yu Anwan calmly, his composure unbroken.

Yu Anwan remained composed, but a cold edge lingered in her eyes. With Zhanyan absent, she had no intention of causing a scene with Wen Jin. Her gaze fixed on him, carrying a hint of detachment.

“President Wen, my earrings.” Yu Anwan’s tone was assertive, not mincing words.

Wen Jin maintained his poised position, leaning back in his chair. He spoke, unwavering, “Let’s discuss that after dinner.”

“Since Zhanyan isn’t here, I see no need to dine with you, President Wen.” Yu Anwan’s refusal was clear. “As long as you return my earrings.”

Her resistance was evident, she didn’t even sit down.

Wen Jin’s eyes gave her a fleeting glance, a subtle movement that indicated his thoughts. His demeanor remained patient and unhurried in response to Yu

Anwan’s attitude.

Yu Anwan found it hard to fathom Wen Jin’s intentions for the moment.

Wen Jin’s detached voice sounded again, “Let’s eat.’

He didn’t add anything more, nor did he acknowledge Yu Anwan further.

Although Yu Anwan could have ignored Wen Jin, his calculated placement of her earring just beyond her reach was a clear message.

Yu Anwan was furious, yet she understood that she couldn’t challenge Wen Jin’s words.

If she left the room, Wen Jin might very well destroy her earring right then, in front of her.

Reluctantly, Yu Anwan took a seat.

Wen Jin’s peripheral vision caught her unwilling expression. He smiled silently, a subtle curling of his thin lips. Then, he began to order the dishes.

Initially disregarding Wen Jin, Yu Anwan found herself glancing at him as he recited the menu.

These were all dishes she enjoyed.

Although Wen Jin wouldn’t have touched them before, he was now calmly selecting them.

Yu Anwan couldn’t quite grasp Wen Jin’s intentions.

Only when Wen Jin closed the menu did he speak again, “Don’t like these? Or do you want to add something?”

“No need,” Yu Anwan responded, now fully composed. But soon, she couldn’t resist a retort, “President Wen, are you intentionally choosing dishes you know I like?”

She aimed to make Wen Jin uncomfortable.

After all, Yu Anwan knew just how much Wen Jin disliked her.

In response, Wen Jin simply hummed in agreement, “This is for you.”

“You…” Yu Anwan glared at Wen Jin. “President Wen, there was no need for you to specially order for me.”

Wen Jin merely smiled, not uttering a word. He reclined in his chair, gracefully toying with the pearl earrings between his slender fingers. His demeanor exuded a lazy and carefree air.

It was as if he paid no mind to Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan couldn’t help but feel that she had been tricked by Wen Jin today.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Anwan locked her gaze on Wen Jin with seriousness. “Wen Jin, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“Eat,” Wen Jin replied with indifference.

“Fine.” Yu Anwan nodded, pulled out a stool, and seated herself.

Seeing Yu Anwan sit down, Wen Jin remained silent. He lowered his head and began to eat calmly and elegantly, seemingly unfazed by Yu Anwan’s presence.

The ambiance wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, yet it didn’t qualify as good either.

However, Yu Anwan couldn’t stand seeing Wen Jin so composed. As she stared at the vibrant Sichuan cuisine before her, Wen Jin’s plate was always graced with a serving of noodles.

Tsk, it was quite a predicament for the Sichuan restaurant to prepare a bowl of Chezai Noodles for someone as challenging as Wen Jin.

Yu Anwan savored the spicy chicken and chuckled, “President Wen, you’re affecting my appetite.”

Only then did Wen Jin cast a leisurely glance her way, his tone notably composed, “How am I affecting your appetite?”

“President Wen’s choice of noodles is affecting my enjoyment of the meal.” Yu Anwan clicked her tongue. “Since you invited me for this meal, shouldn’t there be some sincerity in sharing the same dish? If there’s no sincerity, then there’s no reason for us to continue eating, right?”

As her words trailed off, Yu Anwan promptly placed her bowl and chopsticks down, adopting a posture that indicated she might leave.

Who didn’t know how to make things difficult? It wasn’t like Yu Anwan had just come out to mingle.

Most importantly, Yu Anwan knew Wen Jin too well. Wen Jin would never allow anyone to step on his head and cause trouble.

In response, Wen Jin asked indifferently, “You want me to eat spicy food?”

Yu Anwan didn’t respond. She simply raised her chin arrogantly and looked at Wen Jin.

It was evident that she was trying to challenge Wen Jin. If he refused to eat, she would leave.

However, Yu Anwan’s gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Jin. However, she could not see any gloomy emotions in this person. Then, Yu Anwan was completely speechless.

With a nonchalant hum, Wen Jin deftly picked up his chopsticks, his slender fingers retrieving a piece of spicy chicken from Yu Anwan’s bowl, which he then placed into his mouth.

Each movement seemed to slow down, and he didn’t even seem to notice that it was food Yu Anwan had eaten.

“Wen Jin, you…” Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin in shock, struggling to believe her eyes.

Having been married to Wen Jin for three years, Yu Anwan was well aware of his preferences. Wen Jin eating spicy food was as incongruous as her drinking orange juice. The difference was that she might develop a rash, while Wen Jin might get stomach discomfort.

However, as she observed Wen Jin taking something from her bowl, a faint heat rushed to Yu Anwan’s ears.

This sensation was akin to an indirect kiss.

Wen Jin continued eating the dish.

Yu Anwan couldn’t deny that Wen Jin ate with an elegance reminiscent of a noble young master. Even the simplest foods could become delicacies in his hands.

When Yu Anwan called out to Wen Jin, he naturally turned his gaze toward her and uttered, “Go ahead.”

Although his tone was somewhat commanding, as soon as he spoke, Wen Jin picked up a piece of boiled beef and offered it to Yu Anwan’s mouth.

The enticing aroma of the beef assailed her senses, causing Yu Anwan to unconsciously swallow her saliva.

However, she just stared at him without moving. She felt that this action was too ambiguous..