Chapter 174: Impossible to Explain Clearly

What Song Wanning did not know was that the things Sister Yu actually did were far more sickening than she imagined.

In her past life, Jiang Xiuxiu was not rescued by Song Wanning, but she was saved by Sister Yu instead.

Sister Yu had used a large sum of money to dismiss Brother Xiong, while also having him harass the original host.

Not only did she take photographs of the original host, but before saving Jiang Xiuxiu, she had also taken photographs of Jiang Xiuxiu herself.

Those were the leverage she used to threaten Jiang Xiuxiu.

Fortunately, in the end, Jiang Xiuxiu proved to be a clever young woman who agreed to her demands, which prevented Sister Yu from completely falling out with her.

Believing that Song Wanning disliked this scene, Wen Jingxing decided to take her away first.

Only when the boss saw that Wen Jingxing had finally left did he let out a sigh of relief.

As the night grew deeper, it was already eleven o'clock, but the three of them were still on their way home.

Song Wanning's phone chimed precisely with an incoming message.

It was from Li Weiwei.

[Please ask the guests to write down their satisfaction rating regarding how well they were taken care of by today's partner.]

Looking at the message, Song Wanning stroked her chin, pondering Wen Jingxing's various actions throughout the day.

Learning how to cook, accompanying her for a whole day, teaching her about corporate matters, and going wherever she said to go—such an obedient partner easily deserved a perfect score of ten, right?

Song Wanning edited her message and was about to send it.

Wen Jingxing turned his head and asked, knowing full well the answer, "What are you looking at?"

"I won't tell you!"

Giggling, Song Wanning turned her phone screen away so that its back faced Wen Jingxing, and then sent the message to Li Weiwei.

"So mysterious. It must be from the director, right? I'll find out tomorrow anyway."

"Well, that's a matter for tomorrow～"

Song Wanning's tone carried a hint of coquettish spoiledness, exactly the same as her adorable demeanor after getting drunk in the past.

Wen Jingxing smiled and, pulling out a hot water bag from somewhere, handed it to Song Wanning.

"Hold this, it'll keep you warm."

With a flushed face, whether from the alcohol or shyness, Song Wanning spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Ah-Hang, you're so good, so considerate, haha."

With that, she let out a couple of happy laughs.

Although Wen Jingxing's expression did not change much upon hearing this, the tips of his ears turned a delicate pink.

It was then that Song Wanning noticed her phone had been buzzing incessantly.

Because of the noisy environment in the bar, she hadn't noticed it at all.

Only now, in the quiet, did she pay attention.

Pulling out her phone, she discovered it was neither a WeChat notification nor a text message.

Her Weibo had completely exploded.

There were countless notifications and likes, soaring past 999+.

Song Wanning's eyes lit up. Is my Weibo really this popular?

That was her first thought.

She immediately clicked on it, but the phone screen only displayed a server crash and login failure.

Dazed and slow to react, Song Wanning tapped around randomly, but when that failed, she turned to Wen Jingxing, "Ah-Hang, why can't I get in?"

"What? Let me see."

Wen Jingxing reached out his hand.

This time, Song Wanning handed it over generously, "Here, look, it just keeps showing a blank screen."

After taking a look, Wen Jingxing chuckled lightly, "The server crashed. Once the administrator fixes it, you'll be able to get in."

"Crashed? Why would it crash, Ah-Hang?"

Unable to sit still, Song Wanning kept tugging at Wen Jingxing's sleeve.

Accidentally, Wen Jingxing's finger tapped the bottom center of the phone screen, instantly exiting Weibo and returning to the home screen.

And one look at that was enough to shock him!

Her phone screensaver was actually a photo of the two of them together, and it was a moment she shouldn't even have known about.

Judging by the background, it looked very much like his own greenhouse, and the image showed him tucking the quilt over Song Wanning. Wasn't this from this afternoon?

The sole culprit could only be the cameraman.

Wen Jingxing glanced at the intoxicated woman beside him, then shifted his gaze to Cheng Mu in the front.

Understanding instantly, Cheng Mu naturally and swiftly pressed a button, raising the partition panel between the car seats.

Wen Jingxing used two fingers to gently pinch Song Wanning's rosy cheeks. He even squeezed them a couple of times to test the texture—it was exceptionally good, tender and smooth.

With a turn of her head, Song Wanning dodged his hand.

Wen Jingxing grabbed her face again, making her look at the wallpaper on her phone screen.

"A-Ning, why did you use a photo of us together as your wallpaper? Could it be because..."

He didn't dare finish the rest of the sentence.

He was afraid Song Wanning might actually remember what happened tonight.

The fruit wine he had given Song Wanning had a low alcohol content, yet she had still managed to get this drunk.

She truly was a... greedy little foodie.

Gazing at the roses in the wallpaper, Song Wanning murmured, "This is pretty... I, I like it."

However, her eyes could no longer distinguish the objects before her; everything was a blur compounded by overlapping shadows.

Consequently, her finger was actually pointing directly at Wen Jingxing's face.

Hearing this, Wen Jingxing's blood began to boil, but with Cheng Mu present, he ultimately refrained from doing anything to Song Wanning.

Instead, he pulled Song Wanning into his arms, trapping her against his shoulder.

"Sigh... You little liar, you really know how to torment people."

"I am not a little liar! Why does Ah-Hang keep calling me that?"

Struggling a little, Song Wanning tried to look at Ah-Hang's face, but Wen Jingxing kept pressing her head firmly into the crook of his neck.

"A-Ning, why do you always call me Ah-Hang whenever you get drunk?" Unable to hold back any longer, Wen Jingxing asked the question again.

He was far too curious: was the person Song Wanning thought of relentlessly whenever she was drunk truly himself, or someone else?

"Of course because Ah-Hang is Ah-Hang, who else could it be? If I don't call you that, what am I supposed to call you?"

Realizing she could not break free, Song Wanning finally settled down obediently in the crook of Wen Jingxing's neck.

The feeling was far too cozy, and after staying there for a while, she no longer wanted to leave.

"Then... how did you and Ah-Hang meet?" Wen Jingxing asked probing.

"Um..."

"Back then... Ah-Hang was almost starving to death. Even though I was almost starving to death too, I still shared half a mouthful of food with you. Look at how... good I was to you."

Lowering his head, Wen Jingxing pulled the woman in his arms even tighter. What she said matched the exact scene of their very first encounter down to the letter!

A bold thought inevitably formed in his mind.

Song Wanning had mentioned that she couldn't remember anything from her childhood, and normally she never called him Ah-Hang—only when she was drunk.

Could it be that Song Wanning only recalled her childhood memories when she was drunk?

It seemed he would have to question Song Wanning properly later.

After passing through the bustling districts and driving down a stretch of deserted highway, the car finally returned to Fanjing Gardens.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, Wen Jingxing scooped Song Wanning up horizontally in his arms and carried her straight into the villa.

In the living room, Housekeeper Li had been waiting for the two of them to return. Upon catching sight of their figures, she called out, "Young Master, Young Miss, you're finally back."

"Yes, Housekeeper Li, A-Ning is drunk. Go boil some hangover soup for her."

Giving his instructions, Wen Jingxing carried Song Wanning straight upstairs, terrified that she might catch a cold.

Yet, having been caught in the breeze, Song Wanning's mind had cleared up quite a bit, leading her to realize that Wen Jingxing was carrying her once again.

At that moment, Song Wanning only wished she could pass out drunk all over again.

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(End of this chapter)