Wen Shaoyu changed into a fresh outfit, walked softly to the bedside, and reached out to stroke the sleeping man's head. After making sure nothing was wrong, he mischievously pinched his nose.
Before long, Zheng Yan Che frowned in discomfort and opened his mouth to breathe, only to have the soft tip of his tongue bitten. Seeing him struggle to open his eyes, Wen Shaoyu finally straightened up and patted him soothingly.
Once he had fallen sound asleep, Wen Shaoyu slipped on his suit jacket and headed for the reception with a carefree, swaggering stride.
The suite he regularly stayed in was just below the top floor. Too lazy to wait for the elevator, he turned straight into the stairwell.
At the entrance to the banquet hall, he happened to bump into someone.
Gao Jingkai had drunk a little too much. Once he steadied himself, he apologized.
Wen Shaoyu glanced at him, brushed the hem of his jacket, and went up to the second floor without looking aside.
Gao Jingkai looked back. The silver-haired man moving through the crowd wore an aloof, composed expression as everyone clustered around him, fully displaying the presence of someone at the very top.
The young heir of the Wen family, a man of extraordinary bearing.
Wen Shaoyu wandered onto the second floor and plopped onto a sofa. Several inscrutable gazes turned toward him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yan Ningke ground his teeth. "What do you think?"
Still riding high, Wen Shaoyu downed a glass of wine and said flippantly, "Your husband's right beside you. Isn't it inappropriate to stare at me so lovingly? Just so we're clear, I'm already taken."
Yan Ningke could hardly believe his ears!
Wen Shaoyu smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Don't fall for me. It'll get you