"A little to the left, a little to the left. Sis, lift your right hand a bit. Too high, too high, down a little..." Wen Jing directed them from below. "Brother-in-law, lower your side a little. Brother-in-law? Brother-in-law?? Bo Yan, you fucking idiot, are you deaf?!"
After calling out forever without getting a response, Wen Jing blew up!
Bo Yan snapped out of it and turned to glance at Wen Jing.
That glance made Wen Jing's skin crawl. Only then did he realize he had accidentally said what he was thinking.
He awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose, and the next second, a pillow came flying straight at him.
He nimbly reached out and caught it.
Then he saw Wen Ning standing on the bed, one hand on her hip, fiercely scolding him. "How dare you talk to your brother-in-law like that! Show some respect! Apologize to him!"
Holding the pillow, Wen Jing scratched his head sheepishly and said to Bo Yan, "Sorry, Brother-in-law. I just couldn't help-"
Before he could finish, another pillow flew over and hit him square in the forehead. Wen Ning snapped, "Couldn't help it, my ass! You call that an apology?"
Wen Jing really was scared of his sister. "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue! Sis, Sis, Sis, I really know I was wrong. You and Brother-in-law are too magnanimous to hold this little man's faults against him. Please spare your humble servant!"
"You're just asking for a beating." Wen Ning huffed, then turned to Bo Yan. "Ignore him. Lower your side a little. You're too tall. You need to match my side."
Bo Yan murmured an assent and obediently lowered the frame a little.
Wen Jing couldn't help rolling his eyes.
He could hear his sister just fine, but when Wen Jing had been shouting himself hoarse, his ears might as well have been deaf. His eyeballs had practically been embedded in his sister.
But then again, hadn't Bo Yan always found his sister annoying before?
No matter how amiable he acted around outsiders, Wen Jing and his parents knew perfectly well that Bo Yan wasn't happy with this marriage, which was practically a home-invasion kidnapping. On the wedding day, he had worn a dead man's face the entire time.
When exactly had he started falling for his sister too?
Wen Jing's brain was only the size of a walnut kernel, especially when it came to complicated romantic feelings like these. He hadn't even sorted out his own little bit of romance yet, and thinking about this for a few more seconds gave him a headache.
In the end, he chalked it all up to: That's my sister for you!
With his sister's charm, she swept men and women alike off their feet, okay?
It was only human nature for Bo Yan to fall for his sister. He got it, he got it.
By the time they finished hanging the photo, it was completely dark outside, and Wen Jing casually switched on the light.
Only when the light came on did Bo Yan get a clear look at the wedding photo that had been enlarged countless times.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to give Wen Ning, who was admiring the photo with her hands behind her back, a strange look.
Wen Ning blinked at him. "Well? Looks good, right? I had it custom-made. Our expressions were both too stiff in the old one. This is much better. Look, so harmonious. One glance and you can tell our marriage is happy and blissful."
At her words, Bo Yan's gaze returned to the photo.
It was indeed a little better than before, but there was something discordant about it that he couldn't quite name.
Wen Ning's lips were smiling in the photo, but her eyes held impatience and unwillingness.
The Wen Ning in the photo was cold.
The Wen Ning beside him was warm.
Seeing him stare at the photo without saying anything, Wen Ning asked, "You don't like it? If you don't, I'll take it down..."
Bo Yan recalled how pleased someone had been with this photo while hanging it just now.
He pressed his lips together. A few seconds later, he said listlessly, "Suit yourself."
He didn't like this photo. He strongly rejected it, loathed it.
In any case, he wouldn't be coming into her bedroom in the future. It wasn't hanging right under his nose, so he didn't care.
Hearing his insincere "suit yourself," Wen Ning childishly flipped the bastard off in her mind.
She didn't know whether the bastard had ruined her mood. Originally, Wen Ning had thought the photo looked quite good after her alterations, but looking at it now, everything felt awkward. It didn't seem so pleasing to the eye anymore.
Still, she didn't take it down. It was just there to build her persona anyway. Why should she care so much?
Wen Jing had tactfully withdrawn while the two of them admired the photo.
Now only the two of them remained in the room again.
Wen Ning looked at the pink diary Bo Yan had just casually tossed onto the bed, gave two fake coughs, and asked in an exceptionally offhand show of surprise, "Ah! What's this doing here? I remember! Honey, you were holding it earlier! You didn't... read it, did you?!"
Her sudden shriek startled Bo Yan with its godawful noise.
Bo Yan's eyelid twitched. Not wanting to comment on her exaggerated acting, he casually picked up the notebook and tossed it into her arms. "Oh, when I came in, I saw it on the floor and picked it up for you. Didn't read it."
Who the hell would believe that!
Wen Ning cursed inwardly, but aloud she asked doubtfully, "You really didn't read it?"
A few days earlier, Bo Yan definitely wouldn't have bothered with her. He hadn't put on much of an act in front of the original owner, and after Wen Ning transmigrated here, he had "let himself go" even more, making no effort to conceal his disdain and indifference.
But he didn't know what was wrong with him today. Ever since he decided to come to the Wen Family's home to pick her up... or rather, ever since he took the initiative to send Wen Ning that "." that night, Bo Yan had felt himself becoming strange.
Like right now. He casually sat down in the fluffy princess hanging chair by the balcony, his left leg bent and his right stretched out loosely, observing her with interest. "Now that you ask, thinking it over carefully, I probably-" He paused, the corner of his mouth curling. "Did."
Wen Ning really wanted to punch the bastard.
Holding the pink diary, she stepped forward, feigning shock. "You really read it?!"
Utterly bored, Bo Yan toyed with the gauze on his palm. One press made it a little redder; another expanded the area where blood seeped through.
He lifted his eyelids to look at her, his tone a little lazy. "Didn't you leave it there for me to read?"
Wen Ning thought the bastard was pretty sharp, but she certainly couldn't admit it. "I left it there because I forgot to put it away after writing in it last night. You were the one snooping through my things."
Bo Yan didn't miss that flicker of guilt. He said blandly, "Oh. Then, sorry. I shouldn't have snooped through your things."
"But..." His lips curved, and he reached out and snatched the diary from her arms.
Wen Ning froze for a moment, then instinctively leaned forward to grab it.
Bo Yan raised his left hand, which held the diary, avoiding her claws while pressing his right index finger against Wen Ning's forehead.
Wen Ning couldn't reach it, and with her forehead held back, her emotions spilled out in a rare display. "Bo Yan, what are you doing?!"
Bo Yan's peach-blossom eyes curved as though tipped with hooks. His index finger exerted a little more pressure, poking her away from him.
Then, watching her languidly, he flipped the diary to the final page with one hand. A trace of amusement slipped into his husky voice as he said lightly, "Next time you backfill your diary, don't do it before bed. Your handwriting tends to drift when you're half-asleep."
Wen Ning: "..."
Amused by her speechless, embarrassed expression, Bo Yan restrained the corners of his mouth and said coolly, "Besides, what respectable person keeps a diary? Wouldn't you agree, young miss?"
Wen Ning: "..."
Seeing the bastard's punchable expression of "So that's all you've got; I can see right through you without even trying," Wen Ning abruptly gave a cold scoff.
Bo Yan's right eyelid twitched as he watched the woman's gaze inch toward-
Before he could dodge, Wen Ning lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.
The sweetness and lingering moist warmth of her lips remained between his lips and teeth. Bo Yan froze in place as though petrified.
His ears gradually turned red.
The next second, he saw Wen Ning wipe her mouth and say with a beaming smile, "Respectable people don't keep diaries, sure, but perverts do. Keep running your mouth, and this pervert can have her way with you without drugging you. This pervert wrote in her diary that she's been lusting after your body for ages."
After saying that, she even hooked a finger under his chin.
Bo Yan: "..."
Bo Yan's thin lips moved. Under normal circumstances, he should have grabbed her by the throat and told her that if she dared touch him again, she was dead.
Just like a few days ago.
But it was as though a wad of cotton had blocked his throat, leaving him unable to speak. His body was beyond his control too, growing increasingly heated.
Clearly, this woman hadn't drugged him today, yet he felt as though she had. His whole body was uncomfortably hot.
And so, after staring at Wen Ning in disbelief for a full half minute, Bo Yan did something even he despised himself for.
He turned his head away, refusing to look at her or let her look at him.
He was the very picture of a bullied little wife.
That left Wen Ning a little embarrassed. She had only wanted to get back at him. She hadn't expected the great villain to react like this.
She knew he seemed a little innocent, but she hadn't expected him to be this innocent.
The atmosphere grew a little stiff.
Just then, a burst of sly laughter suddenly came from the doorway. "Sis, are you done kissing yet?"
Mother Wen cleared her throat. "Ningning, why don't you come out and eat first?"
Father Wen said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yan must be hungry too. Why don't you come out and eat first, then get back to kissing afterward?"
The air froze.
Wen Ning looked at Bo Yan.
Bo Yan turned to look at Wen Ning too.
One was stunned; the other had lost all will to live.
Then Bo Yan watched Wen Ning peacefully close her eyes. "I'm dead..."
Quite suddenly, Bo Yan let out a low chuckle. When Wen Ning looked over resentfully, he pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile, and said lightly, "Miss Pervert, can you get up now?"