His strength was nothing compared to Wen Shaoyu's, and Wen Shaoyu pinned him down with ease.
Wen Shaoyu hooked an arm around him and pulled Zheng Yan Che into the crook of his arm. "Your throat's sore, and you're still making such a fuss."
Brushing the stray hair beside his ear, Wen Shaoyu spoke with a hint of indulgence. "I've given you my household register and all my assets. If you won't let me look after you, who will you let? Trying to back out?"
Thinking of the two document envelopes in the safe, Zheng Yan Che gradually stopped struggling.
He had looked through them. They covered almost all of Wen Shaoyu's movable and immovable assets, stocks and funds, and even included a black-and-gold card from a foreign bank.
He had not dared check the account, but he had searched for the bank. Its black-and-gold cards were reserved for supreme VIPs, and the card in his hand had instantly felt scorching hot.
Zheng Yan Che rested his hands on his arm and looked up at him. "Then take them back."
His eyes shimmered with moisture, like gleaming obsidian, clear enough to see straight to the bottom.
He had his own principles and refused to go along with the world's corruption, so he was like a child who knew nothing of worldly affairs.
Wen Shaoyu narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a few moments, then abruptly dipped his head and kissed him. "Take them back, my ass! Keep a close eye on the family assets. If you lose them, I'm holding you responsible!"
Indeed, if he really lost them, Wen Shaoyu would certainly deal with him. Only...
The green grapes he had refused last night might come in handy then.
Zheng Yan Che rested at home for two days