Chapter 1050 Mutual Consent

Wen Jichen had never considered himself a person who couldn’t control his temper.

Years of navigating the turbulent business world, not easily showing emotions was fundamental.

Otherwise, in the treacherous marketplace, he would have been devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

Thus, hiding joy and anger had always been his protective color.

He never doubted his self-control, for no one could touch his bottom line.

Yet, there was that one exception.

Bit by bit, wearing down his patience, challenging his limits.

She was truly skillful.

Her ability to irritate him was endless.

Wen Jichen abruptly drained his glass of wine, eyes cold.

Beside him, Yin Xiner also freed herself from the crowd’s entanglement, walked over to Wen Jichen with a helpless expression.

Wen Jichen glanced at her indifferently, “Finished talking?”

“Hmm.” Yin Xiner pinched her brow in frustration and sighed lightly, “Two new dramas approached, just talked to the director. The scripts are decent, the characters somewhat likable, but I’m still considering whether to take them.”

Wen Jichen curled his lips, a cold and thin smile appearing on his handsome face.

“If you want to take it, take it. Who dares to force you otherwise?”

Upon hearing the man’s words, Yin Xiner’s eyes brightened and she smiled sweetly.

“It’s not really forcing me. I initially joined the entertainment circle just to experience the fun of acting, didn’t plan to spend too much time here, certainly not planning on long-term development.”

“As long as you’re happy.”

Upon these words, Yin Xiner’s smile grew brighter.

“But it’s not the time for me to act on a whim now, after all, the Yin Family has many matters. So I came today to see if there are any business opportunities for the Yin Family, just didn’t expect…”

A cold light flashed in Wen Jichen’s eyes, deepening his gaze, “Yin Family wants you to seek business opportunities?”

Yin Xiner shook her head, “No, I just want to contribute to the Yin Family.”

Wen Jichen’s face remained cold, even the smile at the corners of his lips, seemed indifferent.

“I can invest in the Yin Family, you focus on filming.”

Yin Xiner was in high spirits, her smile growing brighter, happiness apparent on her face.

“You’ll spoil me rotten, pampering like this.”

Pampering?

Wen Jichen’s lips subconsciously curled into a faint arc.

He never understood what pampering was until Ling Qingan appeared.

At first glance, she exuded that sense of delicate charm that seeped from her very bones.

He always avoided such pampered girls.

Trouble.

He always disliked trouble.

But later, from her innate upbringing to his indulgent spoiling, he never imagined that pampering someone would come so naturally to him.

Without any guidance.

Yet she liked to oppose him!

Whatever he forbade, she insisted on doing.

Amused herself by vexing him all day, couldn’t she be obedient?

“No.”

Compared to her, Yin Xiner was much more obedient and less worrisome.

Upon hearing this, Yin Xiner’s smile grew sweeter, her beautiful face shy and happy.

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Ling Qingan, as the night’s protagonist, couldn’t avoid socializing.

There were many people present she needed to meet, and many wanting to meet her.

Before, at such events, she hardly touched a drop of alcohol.

Because no one dared to force her, and the drinks wouldn’t reach her.

She started drinking quite a bit, not drunk yet, but her stomach inevitably felt uneasy.

Moreover, the crowd mixed with perfumes and tobacco, even outdoors can’t hide the suffocating scent.

So, she urgently needed a place to get some fresh air.

Setting down her glass, she whispered to Su Ran, “I’m going to the restroom.”

Su Ran turned her head and glanced at her, noting her slightly furrowed brow, asking, “Are you okay?”

Ling Qingan nodded, “I’m fine.”

“Don’t push yourself, if you can’t hold out, head back first. I’ve booked a hotel room.”

“Okay.”

Ling Qingan didn’t refuse. After all, she had reached her limit tonight.

Leaving the banquet hall, she originally intended to head straight to her room to rest.

But as a draft blew through the long corridor, her originally fuzzy head began to throb painfully, stomach churning with nausea.

Clutching her chest, she glanced at the signage and rushed towards the restroom.

In the bright and luxurious bathroom, Ling Qingan kept dry heaving, but after a while, nothing came out.

Finally, she forced herself to vomit all the alcohol from her stomach, unsure if the effort was too much or the burning made her uncomfortable, tears uncontrollably filled her eyes, trembling in the reddish backdrop, blurring her vision, coating everything with a fragile and dreamy mist.

She held onto the sink, gasping for air, waited for the burning feeling in her stomach to subside, then scooped a handful of water to rinse her mouth and washed her face.

Throughout, she remained expressionless, not knowing what she was thinking, only feeling emptiness in her whole being, her eyes empty, her heart empty too.

She grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped her face and hands, tossed them into the trash, walked out of the restroom.

The aftereffects of alcohol grew stronger, clearly not drunk, yet her stomach hurt, throat hurt, head hurt, seemed somewhere else hurt even more.

A suffocating feeling built in her throat, suppressing her, leaving her breathless.

She thought, it must be because she drank too much today, she needed to return to her room to rest soon.

Exiting the restroom, turned right.

Suddenly, her arm was seized.

Ling Qingan’s body was pulled, stumbling slightly, shocked, before she could react, her body was pressed heavily against the wall.

Along with the pain came the pungent smell of smoke mixed with a familiar yet subtle scent.

The tension in her heart relaxed, looking up into the face of a man of extraordinary charm.

“Director Wen seems to enjoy blocking me in places like bathrooms? Do you have a special fetish?”

Ling Qingan said with a smile, the faint smile and casual tone made the man especially annoyed.

Compared to her bright and sunny smile in front of Shen Ji and Xiao Yize, her current smile seemed particularly insincere.

Ha.

The tactics she used for dealing with outsiders, she now used on him.

Wen Jichen’s slender fingers grabbed her chin, pulling her closer, bringing them within inches.

Their alcohol-laden breaths intertwined, her face feeling the heat, stirring a sense of resistance.

She moved her restricted arm, yet the man didn’t release her, instead tightly encircled her waist.

The more she struggled, the tighter he held.

“Special fetish? Like acknowledging brothers everywhere?”

‘Brothers’ was bitten heavily by him, carrying a gloomy danger.

Ling Qingan chuckled lightly, lips slightly upturned.

“How can acknowledging brothers be a special fetish? Clearly, it’s mutual consent, right?”