Love after Marriage

TEASING

The ambiguity seemed to flow from one end of the phone screen to the other. Wen Qian's cheeks felt hot, as if they were dyed a brilliant red.

　　Wen Cong walked in with his bag, and seeing her giggling like a nympho, he coughed lightly, walked forward, put the bag on the coffee table, and teased, "Why are you giggling like a nympho?"

　　Wen Qian blinked slowly, and after seeing the LV bag, she swallowed her words and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, you are so nice."

　　She is the sweet talker in the family. Wen Cong rubbed her head and asked, "Where's Mom?"

　　While protecting her hairdo that she had worked so hard to do, Wen Qian said, "Mom and Dad are out. They said they'll be back later."

　　"Where are the people from the merchant? Have they been here?" Wen Cong looked down at his watch.

　　Originally he was supposed to help out at home, but some issues arose at the company and were quite urgent, so he could only take care of the company first and rush back after he was done.

　　"Yes, I'm here." Wen Qian pointed in the direction of the side hall, "The betrothal gifts are all placed over there."

　　Wen Cong had also seen the merchant's gift list, which was nearly ten meters long. The 880 items of betrothal gifts on it were the largest in northern Beijing.

　　Shang Mo also saw how much he cherished Wen Qian, and couldn't help but remind her: "You will be an adult after you get married, so you must understand the rules when you go to Shangjia."

　　Wen Qian was spoiled by her family since she was young, and she was afraid of marriage to begin with. When she heard Wen Cong talk about these things seriously, all her good mood disappeared in an instant.

　　With puffed cheeks, he said listlessly: "Is marriage so scary? Then can I not get married?"

　　"That's nonsense." Wen Cong sat beside Wen Qian and rubbed her head. "You don't have to be afraid. Shang Mo will protect you."

　　"What if he can't protect her?" Wen Qian thought of those evil mothers-in-law in TV dramas and shuddered, "Brother, I really don't want to get married."

　　She pouted and acted like a spoiled child, her long eyelashes blinking non-stop, and she leaned towards Wen Cong, looking up and begging him, "Can I? Go tell Mom and Dad that I'm not getting married."

　　"Naughty." Wen Cong pinched her face, "Don't try that on me."

　　It has been like this since I was a child. Every time I ask someone for help, I pretend to be pitiful, act like a spoiled child and show weakness in order to make the other person soften their heart.

　　"It's no use this time." Jianwen Qian was about to come closer, and he put his fingertips on her forehead, "It's no use begging. The engagement has already been made, and it's impossible to break it off."

　　"Brother, you are so mean." Wen Qian pouted, "You don't feel sorry for your only sister at all."

　　"Tell me, are you just thinking about me getting married so that you can monopolize the love of dad and mom?" Wen Qian added drama to herself, "Humph, I know you think so."

　　Wen Cong crossed his arms and watched her perform. "Go on."

　　"My life is so miserable." Wen Qian buried her face in her palms and cried while looking at Wen Cong through her fingers. Seeing him staring at her wantonly, without any emotion, she sighed softly, "Humph, this is not fun. I won't act anymore."