Chapter 347: Wen Jin, was It For Me?

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

“Wen Jin, you…” Fang Jiansheng let out a pig-like squeal.

“Do you have the right to call me by my name?” Wen Jin looked down disdainfully. “Don’t you like to drink? Aren’t you fond of playing with women?

I’ll let you enjoy yourself.”

Wen Jin left no room for negotiation.

Even the polished demeanor he maintained in the business world disappeared.

As Wen Jin’s words fell, two tall and robust bodyguards entered.

Fang Jiansheng was now thoroughly frightened.

Ignoring Fang Jiansheng, Wen Jin ordered coldly, “Take care of President Fang. If he likes to drink, let him drink to his heart’s content. Find him enough women. Without my permission, President Fang is not allowed to stop.”

Yu Anwan couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

This was likely going to be a disaster.

The bodyguards respectfully carried out Wen Jin’s orders, dragging Fang Jiansheng out amid his anguished screams.

The private room immediately returned to silence.

Wen Jin then turned his gaze to Yu Anwan. “Yu Anwan, don’t tell me you don’t know what kind of person Fang Jiansheng is.”

“I know, ” Yu Anwan replied coolly.

“Why did you involve yourself when you knew?” Wen Jin sneered.

Yu Anwan’s expression remained unchanged. “President Wen, since I dared to come, I have absolute confidence. So, you’re meddling in other people’s business.”

Wen Jin’s expression grew colder upon hearing Yu Anwan’s words.

“What confidence do you have? Do you know Fang Jiansheng’s methods? If anything happens, it’s useless for you to cry,” Wen Jin said coldly.

No matter how he looked at it, Yu Anwan seemed ungrateful.

“Wen Jin,” Yu Anwan suddenly called out.

Wen Jin frowned, and before he could respond, Yu Anwan asked directly, “You rushed here in such a hurry. Are you worried that something will happen to

Wen Jin was at a loss for words.

For a moment, he seemed like a wolf caught in the act, but Wen Jin didn’t deny Yu Anwan’s guess.

Suddenly, Yu Anwan’s mood lifted as she saw his silence.

Yu Anwan asked calmly. “Now that you’ve taken them away, what about the things I want?”

Having said that, Yu Anwan was still reluctant. She gestured toward the dishes on the table. “Also, I haven’t eaten yet. Your sudden appearance will affect my meal.”

In other words, the dishes had gone cold.

Yu Anwan didn’t eat cold dishes, so they had to be kept warm.

Therefore, when Yu Anwan said it was easy to serve, it was easy, but when she said it wasn’t, it was extremely troublesome.

“You…” Wen Jin was so frustrated that he gritted his teeth.

Looking at the defiant woman, Wen Jin sneered and abruptly lowered his head, firmly biting Yu Anwan’s red lips.

It was a punishing kiss.

Soon, Wen Jin tasted the strong liquor in Yu Anwan’s mouth, along with its sour and spicy notes.

“Yu Anwan, if I find out that you’re having dinner with another man in private again, don’t blame me for being rude, regardless of the reason,” Wen Jin warned sternly, his face darkening.

It seemed like he wanted to reclaim his territory using this method.

Despite the pain from the bite, Yu Anwan looked back at Wen Jin and retorted,

“What can you do to me?”

Wen Jin suddenly looked at Yu Anwan with a meaningful expression.

Yu Anwan felt a chill down her spine.

Meanwhile, Wen Jin had willingly drawn closer to Yu Anwan. His slender lips were pressed against her ear, exhaling warm breath.

His voice, low and magnetic, seemed to resonate from the depths of his throat. “Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed.”

Even with such words, Wen Jin spoke openly.

Yu Anwan felt a moment of annoyance, and her ears couldn’t help but grow warm as Wen Jin audaciously bit her ear once again.

This action appeared somewhat passionate, accompanied by an indescribable flavor.

Yu Anwan remained silent.

Unfazed, Wen Jin calmly pressed the call button.

“President Wen, how may I assist you?” The waiter promptly entered.

“Clear the table, replace everything with new dishes,” Wen Jin commanded solemnly.

“Yes.” the waiter acknowledged.

The dishes on the table vanished instantly. In less than twenty minutes, a fresh set of clean dishes adorned the table.

“Let’s eat,” Wen Jin coaxed Yu Anwan, acting as if nothing had occurred.

Glancing at the food, Yu Anwan was hungry but resolute in opposing Wen Jin. “I’ve lost my appetite. If you don’t want to eat it, just forget it. Otherwise, you eat for me to see, and then I’ll eat. I’m afraid you might poison me.”

Wen Jin was rendered speechless.

D*mn it, he wished he could kill this annoying woman.

However, Wen Jin knew that Yu Anwan was doing it deliberately.

This restaurant served Yunnan cuisine, known for its emphasis on sour and spicy flavors, with an extra kick of spice.

Wen Jin definitely couldn’t handle it, but Yu Anwan was now looking at him.

Her porcelain-white skin glowed alluringly under the ambient light.

“If you don’t want to eat, then forget it.” Her red lips moved, uttering words that weren’t particularly pleasant.

With that, Yu Anwan genuinely began to rise from her seat.

She was still angry. She hadn’t settled the score with Wen Jin for tonight’s incident.

This man had unexpectedly appeared and disrupted her plans, yet he seemed to believe he was completely justified.

Yu Anwan still harbored irritation at the thought.

However, the moment Yu Anwan stood up, Wen Jin’s hand firmly grasped her wrist.

Yu Anwan was taken aback, glancing down at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin, unfazed, calmly picked up the stir-fried beef in front of him and quietly savored it.

It was as if no trace of emotion could be discerned on the surface.

Understanding Wen Jin’s temperament, Yu Anwan knew he had a foul mood, and even if he felt unwell, he wouldn’t show it on his face.

Just like now, struggling with the spiciness, yet he wouldn’t utter a single complaint.

After spending several years with Wen Jin, Yu Anwan knew that if he consumed such spicy food, his stomach would likely have a rough night.

With that thought, Yu Anwan promptly intercepted Wen Jin’s chopsticks.

“What are you up to?” Wen Jin glanced at Yu Anwan indifferently.

Yu Anwan paid him no mind and swiftly summoned the waiter. “Prepare a bowl of chicken soup with rice noodles. No chili, use the original broth.”

“Yes,” the waiter responded.

As Wen Jin heard Yu Anwan’s request, a faint smile appeared on his face that couldn’t be resisted.

“For me?” Wen Jin smiled.

His large hand clasped Yu Anwan’s hand again, applying a gentle force, and Yu Anwan found herself sitting back down.

Yu Anwan was unwilling to concede.

At least in front of Wen Jin, she didn’t want to expose herself entirely.

Soon, Yu Anwan responded with a feigned smile. “I don’t want President Wen to cause trouble for me tonight and then pin the blame on me, saying it’s because of me that your stomach hurts.”

The implication was that there was a cause for everything.

Wen Jin arched an eyebrow, listening intently.

Before, when she consumed these dishes, her stomach had felt uneasy, a burning discomfort.

However, hearing Yu Anwan’s words, Wen Jin suddenly felt invigorated..