Chapter 164: Heh, Pretentious and Pretentious Woman!

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

Yu Anwan’s attention remained on Wen Zhanyan.

Even under the influence of the medication, Wen Zhanyan couldn’t find restful sleep and tossed and turned.

“Zhanyan, Mommy is here,” Yu Anwan said while holding Wen Zhanyan’s hand.

It seemed that as long as he held Yu Anwan’s hand, Wen Zhanyan would gradually calm down.

This was entirely different from the previous situation where he acted unreasonably and played with his own life.

Yu Anwan stayed with him for a long time, and Wen Jin watched silently from the sidelines for a while.

But Wen Jin knew that his gaze had never left Yu Anwan.

From Wen Jin’s perspective, he had a clear view of Yu Anwan’s lowered, gentle, and captivating demeanor.

For a moment, Wen Jin felt as though Yu Anwan had touched his heart.

However, Wen Jin didn’t express this on the surface. He quietly left the room, and Yu Anwan didn’t even notice his departure.

2:40 AM.

Wen Zhanyan’s fever had just subsided, but he hadn’t awakened yet. However, he had become much calmer.

Yu Anwan measured Wen Zhanyan’s temperature again and let out a sigh of relief.

“His fever has gone down?” Suddenly, Wen Jin’s voice broke the silence. “Yes,” Yu Anwan nodded. “But it might flare up again later.”

“Go rest. There will be servants keeping an eye on him at night,” Wen Jin said calmly.

“No need. I’ll stay here,” Yu Anwan immediately declined.

Wen Jin furrowed his brow, observing how carefully Yu Anwan was tending to Wen Zhanyan. He suddenly felt a bit unsettled.

Even though Wen Jin knew Wen Zhanyan was his son, he couldn’t shake the feeling of sourness in his heart, as if Yu Anwan only cared about Wen Zhanyan and not him.

Thinking about it, Wen Jin blurted out. “When will you be as gentle with me as you are with Zhanyan?”

“President Wen, you’re not my son, are you?” Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin with an inexplicable expression.

She thought Wen Jin might have said these things because he was seriously ill.

Wen Jin’s surprising lack of response left Yu Anwan bewildered. She looked at him for a moment and then suddenly placed her hand on Wen Jin’s forehead, saying, “You have a fever too? You need to see a doctor!”

Before Yu Anwan could finish her sentence, Wen Jin had already encircled her hand with his.

Yu Anwan wasn’t concerned about Wen Jin’s condition. She just wanted to push his buttons.

However, Wen Jin’s response left Yu Anwan somewhat puzzled.

Unfortunately, they were in Wen Zhanyan’s bedroom, so Yu Anwan dared not make any sudden moves, fearing she might wake him up.

As a result, Yu Anwan was momentarily restrained by Wen Jin.

“Wen Jin!” Yu Anwan cautioned Wen Jin in a hushed voice.

Wen Jin simply looked at her, seemingly unaffected by Yu Anwan’s warning, as if she could understand Yu Anwan’s thoughts.

Then, Wen Jin spoke calmly, “I’m ill. Will you take care of me?”

“No.” Yu Anwan flatly refused.

“Is that how heartless you can be?” Wen Tin asked Yu Anwan. his gaze unyielding.

Yu Anwan chuckled. “President Wen, when you pursued me back then, did you ever think you were being heartless to me?”

This statement left Wen Jin momentarily speechless.

However, Wen Jin’s anger flared, and he retorted, “When you cheated on me back then, did you ever consider the consequences?”

This time, Yu Anwan was the one who fell silent.

For some reason, the conversation had circled back to what had happened six years ago.

“I don’t want to talk about what happened back then!” Yu Anwan forcefully pulled her hand away, her voice growing colder.

Wen Jin nodded and cooperated.

Yu Anwan fell silent for a moment, pondering whether to take this opportunity to clear the air with Wen Jin.

But just as Yu Anwan hesitated, Wen Jin suddenly grasped her hand and led her out of the room.

This sudden and unexpected action left Yu Anwan stunned. “Wen Jin, what are you doing?”

“Didn’t I say I was going to cook for you?” Wen Jin blurted out, seemingly without much thought.

“When did you say that?” Yu Anwan was a bit puzzled.

Wen Jin was left speechless. Had Yu Anwan forgotten their conversation just moments ago?

Now, Wen Jin’s expression took on a somewhat mysterious tone, and he abandoned any pretense of gentleness. “If I’m cooking for you, just eat it. Stop wasting time!”

Yu Anwan blinked, suddenly finding Wen Jin’s behavior quite amusing.

At least he was different from the unpredictable scoundrel she remembered.

Wen Jin seemed like a man who wanted to please a woman but couldn’t let go of his pride. He was impatient.

“Oh,” Yu Anwan suddenly drawled out, her voice lingering.

Wen Jin still held Yu Anwan’s hand as they headed towards the kitchen. He heard the teasing tone in her voice but paid it no mind.

However, the hand he was holding onto was far from docile. Her fingertips playfully poked at Wen Jin’s palm.

Wen Jin furrowed his brow and turned to Yu Anwan. “Yu Anwan, do you have

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder? Why can’t you stay still?”

“President Wen…” Yu Anwan’s voice remained lazy. “You drove Lu Nanxin away one moment, and now you want to cook for me? Are you trying to butter me

With that, Yu Anwan smirked faintly. “Do you even know what it means to be

‘buttering up’ someone for no apparent reason?”

Hearing this, clicked his tongue and chuckled in annoyance. “I should’ve gotten rid of you a long time ago.”

However, Wen Jin didn’t take any action.

Even the tone in which he spoke to Yu Anwan turned exceedingly gentle.

Yu Anwan simply shrugged, not bothering to take Wen Jin’s attitude to heart. Wen Jin led Yu Anwan to a small bar counter in the kitchen. “Wait here.” “Sure,” Yu Anwan replied lazily, her voice reflecting her drowsiness.

“What would you like to eat?” Wen Jin asked as he glanced down at the ingredients in the fridge.

“I’m not picky,” Yu Anwan responded straightforwardly.

Wen Jin nodded in acknowledgment.

Just as he was about to gather the ingredients, Yu Anwan’s voice suddenly chimed in again. “Oh, by the way, I don’t like overly greasy dishes, and I dislike those with chopped green onions. I’m not a fan of mutton. I prefer beef, especially tenderloin. Please don’t add starch to the soup, and I prefer the vegetables to be crisp and vibrant green…”

Wen Jin was rendered speechless.

Heh, what a demanding and pretentious woman.

And she claimed not to be picky?

There probably wouldn’t be anyone in the world as picky as her.

“Do you remember all that?” Yu Anwan recited a long list of preferences, propping her chin on her hand, and gazing at Wen Jin with a mischievous smile.

A classic troublemaker.

She seemed to derive satisfaction from making Wen Jin uncomfortable, even if it meant watching him lose his temper.

Because, in Yu Anwan’s view, Wen Jin’s outbursts and a heated argument between them would be better than the current ambiguous atmosphere..