Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2164: Chapter 2163: You Did Something Else That Night

Jing Xiaocha stayed in Zhang Minghui’s room for a long time, until Zhang Minghui fell asleep, and then she returned to her own room.

During this time, Wen Jin neither came to find her nor called her.

Jing Xiaocha saw that it was already ten o’clock and thought that Wen Jin might have gone back to his room to sleep.

However, when she pushed open the door to her room, she saw Wen Jin still sitting on the edge of the bed, with her notebook on his lap, deeply absorbed in it.

Even when she entered, Wen Jin didn’t notice.

Jing Xiaocha was taken aback and called out in surprise, “Brother Wen, why are you still here?”

Only then did Wen Jin lift his head to look at her, his eyes as dark as ink under the light, clear and deep. Meeting her gaze, he smiled lightly, his voice gently spilling from his thin lips, “I’m reading your novel.”

Upon hearing this, Jing Xiaocha’s eyes shifted slightly.

“It’s very well written, rich in emotion.”

Wen Jin’s generous praise made Jing Xiaocha feel a bit embarrassed.

She chuckled and walked towards Wen Jin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, “This isn’t suitable for you to read.”

“There’s no such thing as suitable or not.”

Wen Jin looked at the approaching Jing Xiaocha, a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t like reading this sort of thing before because he wasn’t interested and didn’t have the time.

The reason he reads it now is because the novel was written by Jing Xiaocha, and ever since he idly read her novel last time, he developed an interest.

Only because from the lines of her writing, he could see her reflection.

Wen Jin had been genuinely entranced earlier, feeling that his emotions were stirred by the characters in her story.

Jing Xiaocha stopped two steps away from Wen Jin, smiling as she said, “Brother Wen, give me the notebook.”

“I’ve already uploaded it to the backend for you.”

Wen Jin said, starting to close the software and web pages, showing no intention of giving the notebook to Jing Xiaocha.

Jing Xiaocha’s lips moved slightly, wanting to say something but not speaking out.

Though the content Wen Jin edited for her tonight was different from the storyline he’d corrected before, he didn’t seem to find it strange and didn’t mention a word about it.

Gracefully, he closed the notebook for her and got up, placing the notebook on the coffee table a few steps away.

Then he stood in front of the coffee table, gently reminding Jing Xiaocha, “Rest early; I’m going back to my room to sleep now.”

“Good night, Brother Wen.”

Jing Xiaocha blinked in surprise, watching Wen Jin’s handsome silhouette as he walked out of the room, thoughtfully closing the door for her.

After closing the door, Wen Jin lingered for a few seconds at the doorway before heading back to his own room.

Smart as he was, he of course knew why Jing Xiaocha hadn’t returned to her room for so long, only because the content he edited for her tonight made her feel embarrassed.

Before her arm’s injury healed, he didn’t want her to work too hard, so, to prevent her from refusing his help in correcting typos next time, Wen Jin said nothing.

Everything goes from unfamiliar to familiar.

It’s a process.

Jing Xiaocha living at Wen Jin’s house is like this, and so is her assuming Wen Jin corrects her typos every night.

Days passed in happiness and joy, and the injury on Jing Xiaocha’s arm healed quickly.

Due to the cold weather, and also because Wen Jin had been very busy, plus the recent rumors, Jing Xiaocha stayed at the Wen Family’s house for a week without going out.

However, Little Hui ran outside every day, going everywhere to earn money with Ziyi.

That night, Wen Jin returned from socializing and went straight to Jing Xiaocha’s room upon getting home.

“Brother Wen, have you been drinking?”

Opening the door, Jing Xiaocha smelled a faint scent of alcohol and couldn’t help but show concern in her eyes as she looked at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin raised his hand to brush his forehead, saying helplessly, “I was urged by them, had a few glasses. Have you finished your writing?”

“Brother Wen, I’ve already corrected it, so you don’t have to help tonight. You must be uncomfortable after drinking; let me cook something for you.”

“No need.”

Wen Jin shook his head, his gaze sweeping over her right arm, “Since you’ve already corrected the typos, I’ll go back to my room to rest first. You should rest early too.”

After saying this, he turned around to leave.

Jing Xiaocha blinked and saw Wen Jin’s hand still on his forehead. She couldn’t help but follow him into the master bedroom, saying as she followed, “Brother Wen, take a seat; I’ll pour you a glass of water.”

Wen Jin turned around, seeing her follow him into the room. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded lightly, “Okay.”

Jing Xiaocha hurried to help him to the sofa. Though Wen Jin didn’t refuse her support, he defended himself, “I’m not drunk.”

“Brother Wen, I know you’re not drunk.”

Jing Xiaocha smiled. She had seen Wen Jin when he was fully drunk; now he was merely slightly tipsy and could hardly be considered drunk.

However, drinking does cause discomfort.

She was very sympathetic in this regard, so she took special care of Wen Jin.

“Mm.”

Seeing that she believed him, Wen Jin leaned back into the sofa, raising his hand to gently press his temples to relieve a slight headache.

When Jing Xiaocha returned with a glass of water, she saw Wen Jin with his eyes closed, one hand resting on his leg, the other gently pressing his temple, and an involuntary hint of pity rose in her heart.

“Brother Wen, drink this glass of water first.”

“Mm.”

Wen Jin then opened his eyes, took the glass she handed over, and drank it all down.

Jing Xiaocha placed the glass on the coffee table but didn’t leave. Instead, she reached out to massage the spot Wen Jin had just gently pressed, saying softly, “Brother Wen, let me massage it for you.”

“You should go rest; I’m fine.”

Wen Jin raised his hand, attempting to lower Jing Xiaocha’s hand.

Jing Xiaocha’s hand was pulled down by him, but stubbornly, she put her hand back on his forehead, “Brother Wen, I’m not sleepy now. Do you have a headache?”

“Maybe I drank a bit too much, just a little.”

Wen Jin furrowed his brows slightly and spoke faintly.

“Mm, being drunk is quite uncomfortable. I felt miserable for two days last time. Luckily, you aren’t drunk. Resting for a while, maybe after a nap you’ll feel better.”

Jing Xiaocha spoke earnestly.

Wen Jin looked up at her, after a moment, and casually asked, “Do you still remember the last time you got drunk?”

“I do, my head hurt terribly.”

Jing Xiaocha nodded, gently massaging Wen Jin.

Wen Jin thought of something, a faint light flashing in his eyes, his gaze lingering on her lips, “Besides the headache, do you remember anything else?”

“No, just that it was very uncomfortable.”

Jing Xiaocha thought for a bit and shook her head in response. After two seconds, she added, “I didn’t know before how uncomfortable being drunk is.”

“That night, you did something else too.”

Wen Jin’s voice inexplicably grew hoarse, possibly due to the alcohol, his gaze fixed on Jing Xiaocha’s lips darkening a shade.

Jing Xiaocha stood in front of him, so close, her body carrying the fresh scent of body wash mixed with a girl’s unique fragrance, swirled around his nose.

Something began to stir.