Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2136: Chapter 2135: Eating Together

Zheng Liangzhu’s face changed instantly.

He looked at the phone in Wen Jin’s hand, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected Wen Jin to investigate his daughter.

“If Mr. Zheng wishes for Zheng Shirui’s scandal to spread everywhere, then feel free to fabricate rumors.”

Wen Jin said this and left his seat to go.

“President Wen…”

Zheng Liangzhu gritted his teeth and called out, but Wen Jin didn’t look back and walked out of the private room with big strides.

“Wen Jin.”

As he watched Wen Jin’s figure disappear at the private room door, Zheng Liangzhu’s face instantly turned grim. He had originally intended to threaten Wen Jin, hoping he would compromise privately.

Unexpectedly, he ended up getting threatened instead.

Zheng Liangzhu, of course, knew his own daughter. She wasn’t a goody two-shoes, and there were some things unknown to the public, although they were all kept secret, but there’s no wall that doesn’t let air through.

If Wen Jin really used a private investigator to find out anything, his daughter’s reputation would truly be ruined.

Taking out his phone, Zheng Liangzhu dialed a set of numbers, and after a moment, a respectful voice came from the phone, “Hello, Mr. Zheng.”

“Come to the XX hotel immediately…”

**

When Wen Jin arrived at Kangning Hospital, Jing Xiaocha was having dinner.

Aunt Chen was sitting by the bed accompanying her. A bowl was placed on a small table, and Jing Xiaocha was turned to the side, holding a spoon with her left hand.

Upon seeing Wen Jin come in, Aunt Chen immediately stood up and greeted with a smile, “Ah Jin, you came so quickly?”

“Brother Wen.”

Although Wen Jin had left in anger the night before, causing Jing Xiaocha to cry in grievance, she still greeted him warmly when he arrived.

Wen Jin’s gaze swept across the notebook placed on the bed, and he faintly curled his lips, “Aunt Chen, you can go home now.”

“Okay, take your time eating, I’ll head back first.”

Wen Jin had called to say he’d arrive later, so Aunt Chen brought dinner for two people.

Aunt Chen picked up her things and left the ward. Wen Jin went into the bathroom to wash his hands and, upon coming out, saw Jing Xiaocha clumsily serving him rice and immediately spoke up, “Leave it, I’ll do it.”

“Oh.”

Jing Xiaocha obediently put down the spoon and looked at Wen Jin who was walking over, “Brother Wen, didn’t you have an engagement tonight?”

“It’s already over.”

Wen Jin’s tone was gentle, and his voice was deep and warm, making it seem like he hadn’t left in anger the night before.

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing her stare at him, Wen Jin blinked and asked in confusion.

Jing Xiaocha snapped out of her thoughts, shook her head, and smiled, “Nothing, I was just afraid you’d be delayed at work.”

“Can you eat by yourself?”

Wen Jin looked down at the bowl on her table, and Jing Xiaocha immediately nodded, “Yes, of course I can, it’s just that my left hand isn’t as skilled as my right hand.”

Perhaps fearing Wen Jin wouldn’t believe her, or maybe afraid he’d feed her, Jing Xiaocha quickly scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

Then she smiled at Wen Jin.

That smile was pure and bright, like a rose blooming on a branch after the rain, a string in Wen Jin’s heart was gently plucked, deepening the gaze he directed at her beaming face.

“Brother Wen, hurry and serve yourself some rice to eat.”

“Okay.”

Wen Jin smiled faintly, served himself some rice, and brought out the dishes saved for him, placing them on the table.

“Don’t just eat the porridge, have some meat.”

After sitting down, Wen Jin first served Jing Xiaocha some food, asking with concern, “Does the wound hurt today?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. I sat in Sister Ou’s ward downstairs this afternoon. Sister Ou can’t lie down yet; she can only lie on her stomach.”

Jing Xiaocha, with porridge in her mouth, spoke a bit unclearly.

But Wen Jin understood, pulled out a tissue, reached over to wipe her mouth, and replied, “Her wound is on her back, lying on her stomach is more comfortable than lying on her back; in a few days she’ll be able to lie on her back.”

His rough fingertips touched Jing Xiaocha’s delicate skin, causing her body to tremble slightly, her clear eyes reflecting his handsome face blinked, and her eyelashes slowly lowered.

Wen Jin’s movements were slow and gentle, with a trace of indulgence in the gaze he directed at her.

“Okay, don’t get it on your face anymore.”

After wiping her mouth, Wen Jin smiled faintly and threw the tissue into a nearby wastebasket.

His smile was not only handsomely charming but also his gaze was too gentle and indulgent, causing Jing Xiaocha’s heartbeat to skip a beat uncontrollably, and the skin touched by his fingertips unknowingly started to heat up.

She glanced at Wen Jin, then immediately lowered her head, focusing on eating.

Wen Jin saw her shyness, the curve of his mouth deepened, and he silently smiled, picking up some food and feeding it into his mouth.

Eating together with someone is more appetizing than eating alone.

Even though the food he had at noon wasn’t worse than what he was eating now, eating alone always felt like something was missing.

Not like now, where as soon as he lifted his eyes he could see Jing Xiaocha awkwardly using her left hand, since she was using a spoon, she rarely dipped it into the dish plate.

Wen Jin then took on the responsibility of serving her food.

Every time he served some food, Jing Xiaocha would say thanks.

After saying it a couple of times, Wen Jin teased, “Save these thanks, let’s say them all together after dinner.”

“…”

Is it possible to do it like that?

Jing Xiaocha looked at him with big, bright eyes.

Wen Jin couldn’t help but laugh, then served her a bowl of soup, seemingly casually saying, “I met Zheng Liangzhu before coming to the hospital.”

“Brother Wen, what did Zheng Liangzhu want from you?”

The spoon Jing Xiaocha was about to bring to her mouth paused, looking at Wen Jin with concern.

“I’ll tell you after we finish eating.”

“…”

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips and quickly finished the porridge in her bowl, then picked up the soup next to her and drank it all.

Still concerned with the question from earlier, she took the tissue Wen Jin handed her, wiped her mouth, and asked, “Brother Wen, what did Zheng Liangzhu say to you?”

She guessed that what Zheng Liangzhu said to Wen Jin might be the same as what Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan said to her.

Thinking of Zhang Jinlei saying he wanted Wen Jin to also be ruined, Jing Xiaocha’s expression couldn’t help but change slightly.

Wen Jin swallowed the food in his mouth before leisurely answering, “He hoped we wouldn’t sue Zheng Shirui and settle privately.”

After the media exposed Zheng Shirui hiring people to kidnap Jing Xiaocha and Ou Yihan, Zheng Liangzhu did some public relations, and Wen Jin and the others didn’t follow up.

So, the situation calmed down over the past couple of days.

Zheng Liangzhu hoped for a reconciliation, as long as he could keep his daughter from being disgraced and going to prison, losing money to avoid disaster didn’t bother him at all.

“Settle privately?”

“That’s right, didn’t Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan tell you this afternoon when they came to see you?”

Wen Jin lowered his gaze slightly and asked calmly.

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flickered, avoiding Wen Jin’s gaze, gently biting her lip.

She quickly thought, since Wen Jin was asking this way, did it mean he already knew everything, knew about Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan’s threats?

Wen Jin also didn’t rush her, his gaze remained calm as he patiently waited for her to respond.