Chapter 196 The Last Mission

That entire morning, the shocks Song Wanning received were simply too numerous to count.

The envelope read: [Please have guest Song Wanning act as Wen Jingxing's wife for the next three days.]

"Then... what is your task?"

"Take a guess?"

The sullen Wen Jingxing finally returned to normal, looking at Song Wanning with a beaming smile.

"I won't guess."

Song Wanning turned her face away and continued to ask, "Do you have any requirements for playing your wife?"

She muttered inwardly: Even if Li Weiwei was daring, how could she possibly issue such a task? Weren't they afraid that Wen Jingxing wouldn't cooperate at all?

"I do," Wen Jingxing nodded with absolute certainty.

Song Wanning turned back to look at him.

Although she didn't speak, her shifting gaze already betrayed the tiny bit of worry in her heart.

She was thinking to herself: Could it be that she had to meet his difficult family members? Could it be that she had to wait on him hand and foot? Well, that part she could still accept.

But since this was just a variety show task, they surely wouldn't have to kiss and hug like real lovers, right?!

"You only need to take responsibility for eating well, drinking well, having fun, and sleeping well."

For every requirement he listed, Song Wanning folded down one of her fingers. "Just these four?"

Soon, however, the realization dawned on her.

Wait a minute!

What kind of task requirements were these things Wen Jingxing mentioned?!

"Are you sure you didn't say that wrong?" Song Wanning asked with deep suspicion.

"Certain and positive. So, is there anywhere you'd like to go? I'll accompany you."

Song Wanning shook her head. "No."

She still found it hard to believe.

However, there was actually one requirement Wen Jingxing had left unsaid: the very prerequisite for this task was that Song Wanning had to truly become his wife first.

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"Alright, sit here obediently and call out when you've decided. I'll go wash the dishes, and then we'll head down the mountain."

At first, only Wen Jingxing was washing the dishes, but later on, little Mi joined in, though he just played with the dish soap bubbles on the side.

After a while, seeing Wen Jingxing's frame forced to squat uncomfortably on the sandy ground to wash dishes was more than Song Wanning could bear, so she went over to help.

Soon, the few dishes were all washed.

While Song Wanning was packing her tiny bit of luggage, little Mi helped out nearby.

She asked him, "How about I take you down the mountain to buy some new clothes? And you can play there for a few days, too."

Initially, little Mi was tempted, but the moment he thought about Elder Sha being left all alone here after he departed, he shook his head and refused.

Sensing the child's filial piety, Song Wanning continued to promise him that the next time she came back, she would bring him all sorts of delicious treats.

After Wen Jingxing took Song Wanning's hand and they headed down the mountain together, little Mi watched them leave with a beaming smile. But the moment their figures completely vanished, the little boy started to tear up, though he quickly wiped the tears away.

The old monk stood beside him, a smile still lingering on his face. "Little Mi is reluctant to see her go, huh? So when she asked you just now, why didn't you go down the mountain to play with them?"

Little Mi shook his head. "No, it's just that Bad people are going to harm Wanning Sister very soon."

The old monk patted little Mi on the head. "You child, so that's what you were worrying about. Don't worry, I've already had Jingxing handle it. She won't come to any harm when the time comes, it's just that Jingxing might suffer a few bumps and bruises."

"Huh? Why is that? Isn't this Wanning Sister's tribulation? But it doesn't matter, Big Brother Jingxing has thick skin and a tough hide, he'll be fine!"

The old monk tapped him on the head. "No matter what, Jingxing funded your upbringing for all these years, and yet your heart was stolen away by Song Wanning in just a few days?"

"Elder Sha always says things like that, why can't I?"

The old monk laughed heartily. "You certainly have a sharp tongue."

Meanwhile, not long after descending the mountain, Song Wanning suggested going to the company. Since Wen Jingxing hadn't brought his laptop up to Fortune Mountain these past few days, the two of them each went off to handle their respective work first.

Song Wanning had fewer matters to attend to, and with Chen Shaoyuan usually helping to keep an eye on things, she finished her tasks quickly and headed over to the Wen Corporation to find Wen Jingxing.

Even though Wen Jingxing had stated those task requirements, the assignment description was phrased that way, so Song Wanning decided she would simply try her best to fulfill the duties she imagined a proper wife should shoulder.

To Song Wanning's surprise, however, the moment she arrived downstairs at the company, she spotted two familiar figures.

And the instant she stepped into the lobby, she immediately caught their attention.

"Song Wanning, what are you doing at my brother's company?"

Wen Yi instantly leaped up from the sofa in the reception area, leaving the accompanying receptionist looking like she was about to cry.

Out of all the employees bustling back and forth, why on earth had Miss Wen chosen to pester her? Although the boss had explicitly given orders not to let Wen Yi into the building, the visitor was still the boss's own sister after all! The boss could afford to hold a grudge, but a lowly employee like her couldn't!

The young receptionist looked at the suddenly appearing Song Wanning as if gazing upon her savior.

Song Wanning gently rubbed her temples; at this point, pretending not to see them was impossible.

She turned and walked straight in.

Wen Yi was facing her, while another woman stood with her back to her. Song Wanning had initially assumed that person would be Gu Yan, but to her surprise, it turned out to be Jian An'an.

Song Wanning's eyebrows arched instantly. This woman was truly like a ghost lingering persistently, and she certainly had a knack for networking, actually managing to get in good with Wen Yi.

In truth, Jian An'an had encountered Wen Yi purely by chance when Wen Yi happened to visit the café during a variety show task and ended up in a conflict with a customer.

Jian An'an had immediately recognized her as Wen Jingxing's sister. In order to get closer to Wen Jingxing and the Wen family, Jian An'an stubbornly insisted that the customer was in the wrong, even though Wen Yi was clearly at fault.

Although Wen Yi appreciated Jian An'an's intervention, she knew right from wrong; she simply couldn't bring herself to lower her head and apologize. Since Jian An'an kept fiercely backing her up, Wen Yi simply chose to remain silent.

Later on, when Jian An'an continued to cling to her relentlessly, Wen Yi grew thoroughly annoyed and wanted to find an excuse to brush her off.

It wasn't until Wen Yi heard that Jian An'an was actually participating in the same variety show as Song Wanning that she finally gained a glimmer of interest and struck up a conversation with her.

During their chat, Wen Yi could sense that Jian An'an intensely disliked Song Wanning. And anyone who hated Song Wanning, regardless of who they were, was automatically her friend.

Consequently, Wen Yi had gradually grown closer to Jian An'an over the past few days, culminating in today's decision to bring Jian An'an along to her brother's company.

Who would have guessed that her brother wouldn't give her an ounce of face, ordering the staff to block her outside the doors? It had made her lose so much face in front of Jian An'an.

Pointing a finger at Song Wanning, Wen Yi grabbed the collar of the receptionist's uniform with her other hand and demanded, "If I'm not allowed in, neither is she! I'm much closer to my brother than she is!"

The receptionist wore a look of utter dilemma. The boss doted on the future lady of the house immensely—that was something everyone could see with their own eyes. How could she ever dare to block her?

Song Wanning smiled faintly. "Are you sure about that?"

Within the Wen family, Wen Jingxing wasn't close to Wen Yi at all, whereas he maintained at least some level of communication with everyone else.