Chapter 162: Who, Exactly, Is Taking Care of Whom?

Song Wanning raised an eyebrow as she read this. It had only been a few days, yet the relationship between Nan Yan and Yun Ze had grown so much; it was truly magical. They were even complimenting each other now.

For a rare moment, Yun Ze also sent a message in the group chat: "Nan Yan, I will take care of you today." It was clear that he was not someone who excelled at expressing himself. Song Wanning didn't need to think twice to know that since Yun Ze had liked Nan Yan for so long, he must be incredibly thrilled to finally have his feelings reciprocated. Yet, the fact that he said nothing more was the most unexpected part to her.

Just as she was engrossed in reading, she suddenly felt a chill in front of her. It turned out that Wen Jingxing had finished his meal at some point and was staring at her intently. Song Wanning quickly put her phone away and finally began to eat her meal in earnest. She finished shortly after.

Once breakfast was over, Wen Jingxing had to head to the office. He was only wearing a white dress shirt and still needed to put on his black suit jacket and tie. By the time Song Wanning noticed, Wen Jingxing was already standing at the entryway, his suit jacket on and the dark blue tie draped under his collar, waiting to be knotted.

Seeing this, Song Wanning grabbed her small bag and ran over. "I'll help you!"

However, this was something Song Wanning had never done before; how could she possibly know how to tie one? She clearly remembered how Wen Jingxing looked with his tie already knotted, but no matter which method she tried, she couldn't replicate what she had in mind. Although Song Wanning was tall, Wen Jingxing was even taller. Even though he leaned down slightly to accommodate her, her arms grew tired after only a short while.

"What do I do? I can't get it right..."

Wen Jingxing looked down, watching the little woman’s flustered expression, and found it quite amusing. At times, Song Wanning’s hands would brush against his skin, the cool, refreshing sensation seeping through the soft fabric of his shirt and leaving a mark like a brand on his chest. At other times, because her arms were tired, she would secretly lean both of them against him.

Checking the time and realizing it was almost time to leave, Wen Jingxing finally stopped teasing her. "Come here, let me teach you."

He stood very close to her, patiently guiding her through every step. By the time he finished, Song Wanning had successfully tied the knot. She looked up at Wen Jingxing, beaming with delight and ready to claim the credit, "Look at me—"

As she looked up, she suddenly realized Wen Jingxing’s face was inches away—so close that she could easily count the long, curled lashes on his eyes.

Song Wanning let out a soft gasp, as if startled. She took a step back and said, "Alright, we can't delay any longer, or you'll be late for work."

"Alright," Wen Jingxing replied, and they headed out.

Once they reached the underground garage, Song Wanning remembered that it was supposed to be her turn to take care of Wen Jingxing today, so she wondered if she should be the one driving. But she didn't know how to drive. Even if the original owner of the body had known, Song Wanning possessed no such memories, and the book certainly wouldn't have gone into such detail. Thus, she could only silently help Wen Jingxing open the car door.

Wen Jingxing patted her head. "You just need to focus on sticking close to me."

"If you keep patting my head, I won't grow taller," Song Wanning said, dodging his hand.

"You are perfect just the way you are now."

Faced with his sincere gaze, Song Wanning looked away. "Sweet talker! Let's go."

This man was nothing like the descriptions in the book. The ancients were right; books were full of lies. How could a man described as cold and sharp-tongued be as obedient as a puppy in front of her, showering her with compliments?

[Ah!!! This is so exciting to watch!]
[Wanning didn't even dare to look Young Master Wen in the eye—is she shy!?]

On the way, Song Wanning didn't speak, keeping her head down as she fiddled with her phone, scrolling through the trending topics. She noticed that the number of people online criticizing Jian An’an was growing, with everyone calling her a hypocrite. Just like before, people were spreading videos of the original owner to prove how terrible she was, but now, the protagonist had become Jian An’an. People were not only making videos but also posting pictures and writing long essays, detailing every one of her pretentious moments.

Unlike her, Jian An’an had a company, a team, and an agent, so she surely knew about all of this. It was surprising that even with these things happening, Jian An’an could still laugh and chat in the group as if nothing were wrong. Her psychological resilience was extraordinary. Then again, that made sense; otherwise, how could she have managed to be the original owner's best friend while simultaneously slandering and framing her?

As Song Wanning looked at her phone, she grew increasingly sleepy and eventually drifted off. Since Wen Jingxing was driving, he turned on the car's heater and waited until they hit a red light to cover her with a blanket. He then set his phone to silent, including hers. He noticed that Song Wanning's phone screen was blank, with nothing on it.

Sharp-eyed netizens, however, noticed that Wen Jingxing's phone screen looked familiar.

[Isn't that background the Central Flower City where they attended the tea party that day?]
[It really seems to be! The person above has a great eye!]
[How could you not recognize a place you visit every day?]
[Even though it's backlit, those two profiles look just like Young Master Wen and Wanning!]
[Interesting, Young Master Wen actually used their photo together as his screensaver. Wanning probably doesn't know about this, right?]

...

When they arrived at the company, Wen Jingxing gently woke her up. "A-Ning, we've arrived at the company; it's time to wake up."

Song Wanning opened her eyes, dazed. "We're here? Let's get out of the car."

"Wait a moment. You just woke up, and the heater has been on; sit here for a moment to clear your head before stepping out so you don't catch a cold. Cheng Mu will come to pick you up in a little while..."

Wen Jingxing rambled on about many things, and Song Wanning only caught fragments. "Alright, you go on up." She pushed his shoulder, urging him to hurry.

"Fine, I'll go up first."

[Haha, I'm dying of laughter. Today was supposed to be Song Wanning taking care of Young Master Wen, but it feels like he's already taking care of her before it even started!]
[Honestly, Young Master Wen is so thoughtful; he's the perfect man of my dreams!]

In truth, this couldn't be blamed on Song Wanning. In the first half of her past life, she had been preoccupied with fleeing, and just staying alive was an achievement, let alone paying attention to such details. Later, after winning the war and becoming the Empress, everyone else had taken care of her, while her heart and mind were solely focused on the common people. How could she have learned to take care of others?

Just as the audience was having a lively discussion in the livestream, the broadcast cut off. Because Song Wanning had started the stream so early, the allotted time had run out before the official task had even begun.

[Ah!!!!! No way!]
[The production team is messing with me!]
[The stream time is too short, it's not enough! If they don't extend it, I'm leaving a bad review!]