Chapter 275: Chapter 148 Castrate Those Men Chapter 275: Chapter 148 Castrate Those Men Jiang Jianqing was still somewhat shocked, “Even if it were five million, it might barely be understandable, but this is five hundred million.”

He answered in a low voice, “But if Yun Yuwan deceived me, it doesn’t matter how much it is.”

“Have you ever thought that she came back to play you?” Jiang Jianqing sighed.

Wen Yangzhi looked up.

Seeing that Wen Yangzhi was looking at him, he continued, “Because you’re rich.”

Leaning against the genuine leather sofa, somewhat tipsy, his slender fingers like jade pipes rested on the high bridge of his nose, rubbing the sides of his glabella, trying to sober up, “In Shanghai, there are countless wealthy people, but she’s set her sights on me. Perhaps she wants to be entangled with me again, right?”

Jiang Jianqing: “…”

But before Jiang Jianqing could speak, he heard him muttering, “If she didn’t want any further entanglement with me, she wouldn’t make an issue out of money.”

She isn’t the type who feels justified spending her suitors’ money.

The only possibility was that she wanted a relationship with him.

Jiang Jianqing momentarily didn’t know whether to agree there was some logic to it or to say he had never seen such a self-confident ATM.

It was okay to pursue her again, but at least be clear-headed, unlike Wen Yangzhi, who was easily overwhelmed by defeat.

Jiang Jianqing contemplated, “An ex-girlfriend who broke up with you two years ago, and the breakup was such an ugly affair, now she suddenly comes back to you, there has to be a reason.”

Without hesitation, Wen Yangzhi asked, “Because she can’t forget about me?”

Jiang Jianqing held his forehead, “I think it’s possible she didn’t find someone better, after being picky, it’s still you.”

Whether he was deluded or deceiving himself, Wen Yangzhi said, “Then at least she chose me.”

What more could one ask for?

Jiang Jianqing felt like leaving. Being a doctor friend to a tycoon was indeed challenging, “You’re drunk, I’ll take you back.”

Wen Yangzhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his eyes closed, and it took a long while.

Jiang Jianqing thought he had fallen asleep from the drunkenness, but then he moved a bit, as if unwilling to believe the reality, murmuring,

“But as soon as she returned, we were like dry wood meeting a fierce flame. Could it not mean that she’s been thinking about me all this time abroad?”

Listening to his drunken gibberish, Jiang Jianqing countered, “Did she contact you at all during those two years abroad?”

The answer was obvious. Wen Yangzhi’s hand pressed against his forehead, palm open, his thumb and middle finger lightly pressing on his temples, head down.

Even with his voice hoarse, Jiang Jianqing felt as though Wen Yangzhi was about to cry. He always knew Wen Yangzhi became very vulnerable when drunk.

“Is it because she just wants to sleep with me, because she finds it comfortable?”

At this moment, looking at him like this, Jiang Jianqing couldn’t help but feel a wave of pity and offered some comfort, “Shouldn’t you feel lucky, then? At least no one is more comfortable than you.”

Wen Yangzhi felt as if someone had hit him with a muffled hammer, unable to get up for a long time.

Just the thought was almost torturous for Wen Yangzhi.

She had been with other men.

Thinking she might have slept with others, he was overwhelmed with jealousy, tormented with pain to the point of madness.

He wanted to castrate all those men.

The alcohol seemed to magnify all his emotions, as huge as an oppressive sky bearing down, crushing even his usual calm demeanor.

Jiang Jianqing’s phone received a notification. He picked it up and looked at it, his strange gaze drifting over Wen Yangzhi’s face, then he casually turned off the screen as if nothing happened.

Yet, his mind was somewhat troubled.

Wen Yangzhi said with a heavy voice, “But she’s raised a water otter, just like mine. She said her otter is called ‘Brother’, to give ‘Brother’ a complete childhood. Is she hinting that she feels sorry for me?”

If it had been two minutes earlier, Jiang Jianqing would have agreed, but now he hesitated to speak, “You…”

But seeing Wen Yangzhi like this, he feared he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth, so he chose to remain silent.

Wen Yangzhi’s eyes were blurry and flushed, “What do you want to tell me?”

But Jiang Jianqing still felt he had the right to know the truth, “Just now, Zhu Nongzhang posted on Insta, saying the otter adopted for his good friend last week had already adapted to its new home.”

Jiang Jianqing hadn’t finished speaking and even half-hoped that Wen Yangzhi, drunk as he was, wouldn’t understand.

But the implication was that the otter wasn’t one Yun Yuwan had raised from a very young age, but rather one she had only brought home recently.

They thought it was from Dongzhou, but in reality, it was from last week.

After hearing this, Wen Yangzhi maintained one position for a long time. Just when Jiang Jianqing thought he hadn’t understood, he heard him say softly,

“As long as she’s willing to interact with me, I don’t care if she raised it last week or yesterday.”

Even if she lied, it still meant she had put thought into him.

Watching Wen Yangzhi like this, all Jiang Jianqing could do was silently accompany him and refill the wine.

Even though Wen Yangzhi had become very humble, indeed the only way to win back an NPD was to humbly beg for her return.

In that regard, Wen Yangzhi had done the right thing.

At the moment, Yun Yuwan was at home flipping through the pile of stuff from Wen Yangzhi casually. All sorts of things.

This silly old man.

Actually believed there was a child.

Yet she didn’t throw the things out, just put them away carelessly, and went out to dine.

She ran into an old acquaintance at the restaurant: Zhou Fei was sitting by the window, snapping photos of the dishes on the table.

Yun Yuwan took a seat in the booth next to her, and when Zhou Fei happened to catch her eye, she boldly picked up her wine glass and motioned a toast through the air.

Zhou Fei moved over to join her: “Long time no see.”

Yun Yuwan replied warmly, “It’s been a long time, what have you been up to?”

“I’ve been working on some personal investments, much freer than before. And you, are you still with Director Wen?”

Zhou Fei was down-to-earth, more relaxed than before, and not as meticulous in her dressing as she used to be. Currently dressed casually with a bare face, she incidentally gave off an air of scholarly poise.

Yun Yuwan smiled: “We split up two years ago.”

“Split up? But weren’t you quite fond of Director Wen?” Zhou Fei couldn’t hide her surprise, assuming they had been discreetly dating; after all, rumors of a proposal had circulated.

Yun Yuwan propped her chin and laughed leisurely: “Being love-struck never ends well, Zhou.”

Zhou Fei actually felt a resonance, happy to have found a kindred spirit, and raised her glass: “Agreed.”

The two champagne glasses collided in the air, making a crisp sound, and their light laughter interwove.

At Zhao Qin’s repeated insistence, Yun Yuwan returned to the old family home that evening where everyone was still sitting in the living room.

Wen Wei and Zhao Qin tried every means to inquire about her relationship status, clearly one wishing she was with Wen Yangzhi, the other wishing it even more.

Wen Wei thought there were historical reasons for this.

But Zhao Qin’s enthusiasm was like charging at her with a bayonet from eight hundred meters away, never straying from the topic of Wen Yangzhi.

Even when Yuwan mentioned that the front hall lights were quite bright, Zhao Qin could find a way to bring over a lamp: “Look at this, this lamp. Your brother bought it; pretty, isn’t it? It’s all crystal carving.”

Yun Yuwan smiled: “Auntie, I bought that when I was here.”

Zhao Qin, a bit embarrassed, put down the lamp: “Is that so? I’ve never bought one. It just appeared, and I thought your brother bought it.”

Yun Yuwan politely said: “If there’s nothing else, Uncle, Auntie, I’ll be going upstairs first.”

Better a little lost than too much; Zhao Qin reluctantly said okay.

Just then, the doorbell rang and in walked Wen Yangzhi.

His entire demeanor seemed to radiate a dark, angry chill as he walked in, face set in a frown.

It felt like he was about to lose his temper.

But he suddenly pulled Yun Yuwan into his arms by her waist, dragging her close.

He hugged her tight: “Don’t leave, okay?”

Wen Wei and Zhao Qin exchanged glances,

There’s drama!

Wen Yangzhi clutched her tighter, giving Yun Yuwan no room to breath: “Yuwan, I truly love you, please don’t leave me. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Under the watchful eyes of the butler, the servants, Wen Wei, and Zhao Qin, he continued in a low murmur:

“No matter how you deceive me, I can’t be without you. Every day you’re not here, I suffer immensely. At night, I miss you so much I have to take emergency heart pills.”

Wen Wei and Zhao Qin were somewhat shocked. The servants awkwardly dodged, not knowing how to pretend they hadn’t heard, and Uncle Deng never expected such words to come from Young Master Wen’s mouth.

So Yun Miss held such a place in Young Master Wen’s heart.

Wen Yangzhi whispered pleadingly into her ear as if begging: “Don’t leave me, I truly love you, I love you so much.”

Others might not have heard what he said, but the scene was overwhelmingly striking.

Yun Yuwan was expressionless, her thoughts inscrutable: “And then? Is there more?”

Wen Yangzhi felt a madness of jealousy surge: “Don’t date other men, I don’t want to see you with someone else.”

Privately, it didn’t really matter, but Zhao Qin, at her age, felt her head ache at the sight and pressed on her temple, whispering to the old man: “I’m going upstairs first.”

Wen Wei quickly interjected: “I’ll go with you.”

They quietly made for the elevator.

Zhao Qin felt somewhat embarrassed, speaking up in the elevator: “Your son is really…”

Wen Wei looked uncomfortable: “Your son.”

Zhao Qin, defiant, insisted: “Your son.”

“Your son.”

“Your son!”

And after listening to his words, Yun Yuwan simply said: “Let go.”

He wouldn’t.

Yun Yuwan then warned with a gentle “Hmm?” The tone was more obvious than the harsh words.

He finally let go, but took her hand instead.

She shook off the drunkard with force and turned to go upstairs.

When he entered the room, Yun Yuwan was standing in her silk skin-colored nightgown leaning against the railing, holding a slim and long cigarette, lighting it up amidst the night.

The wind whipped up her curly black hair like ink waves, the same color as the deepest part of the ocean, a black that one cannot see the bottom of.

She said with a light and breezy demeanor: “Let’s continue here.”