Chapter Sixty-Three: Ah Hang Is Truly the Best

As night deepened, the surrounding shops gradually shuttered their doors. Wen Jingxing strode briskly down a dimly lit path, carrying Song Wanning in his arms, steadily leaving the cameramen trailing farther and farther behind.

The lead cameraman, lugging his equipment, panted as he hurried after them, puzzled—how could Young Master Wen walk so quickly? Yet he didn’t dare call out for him to slow down.

Finally catching up, he saw Wen Jingxing reach the entrance of a small building. Wen turned, glanced at the group behind him, and declared, “We’re done for the day.”

With that, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The crew exchanged bewildered looks. What could be so urgent that Young Master Wen would hurry off like that?

The cameraman, shaking his head, immediately sent a message in the work chat.

I Hate BE: [Haha, hey!]

Diligent but Slacking: [There’s an idiot above.]

Have to Work Every Day: [If you have something to say, just say it.]

I Hate BE: [You guys don’t know—after you left, Young Master Wen carried Miss Song in his arms like a princess!]

Diligent but Slacking: [Please, we had the same. Jin Jianyi carried Jian An’an too.]

I Hate BE: [Was it as sweet as ours? Was it as thoughtful? Our Young Master Wen opened the car door for Miss Song, buckled her seatbelt, put his coat around her, and even carried her home!]

Diligent but Slacking: [We had that too! Jin Jianyi draped his coat around Jian An’an and carried her to the infirmary.]

Somehow, the two began to compete over whose filming couple was the sweetest.

Each bragged that their pairing was the most heartwarming.

Have to Work Hard Every Day: [Then I’ll leave?]

He was the cameraman assigned to Shen Yue, a duo so notoriously difficult to capture interacting that it was nearly impossible. Jiang Mingzhao was carefree to the point that no one could do anything about him, often bickering with Shen Yue—who could never out-argue him and would end up fuming.

Yet, the live-stream audience found it endlessly entertaining. Every day’s quarrel was different; it took skill to keep it fresh. Viewers simply treated it as a “loving enemies” storyline.

But the cameraman knew well that Jiang Mingzhao’s attitude was not that of a lover teasing his partner—he was genuinely targeting Shen Yue.

Because in Jiang Mingzhao’s actions, there was never a trace of Shen Yue.

Meanwhile, Wen Jingxing had just laid Song Wanning on the bed when he realized her hands and feet were icy cold.

His brows knit. Was Wanning’s health truly so frail? She’d only been back in the house a short while, yet she’d grown even colder.

A knock sounded downstairs. Wen Jingxing went to open the door and found Cheng Mu delivering today’s documents. On top of the stack was a hot water bottle.

Cheng Mu stole a glance at his boss—why did he need to bring such an item? He’d watched the live stream tonight; could it be for Miss Song? The boss hardly seemed the type to use a hot water bottle.

It looked like his previous guess was correct. When had the boss ever gone out of his way to care for anyone? Miss Song was surely destined to be the future lady of the house.

Wen Jingxing took the items back upstairs, placed the hot water bottle by Song Wanning’s feet, and was about to leave when she woke again and called softly, “A-Hang.”

He paused in his tracks and looked back. “What is it?”

“I feel a bit unwell…”

“Who told you to be greedy for wine?” he chided, but his hands were gentle as he helped her sit up and fed her a bowl of sobering soup.

“I finished it all,” Song Wanning said with a smile, like a child seeking praise.

“Mm, very good.”

“Then don’t go. Will you stay with me?”

Wen Jingxing looked seriously into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

He was more than willing, of course, but whether she’d feel the same once sober, he couldn’t be certain.

Song Wanning nodded vigorously. “Why wouldn’t I be? Haven’t you always been here with me before, A-Hang?”

Still, Wen Jingxing refused softly, “Be good and sleep first, all right?”

His tone was so gentle it was almost unrecognizable as his own.

“No. I won’t!” Song Wanning enunciated, clutching the hem of his shirt tightly.

Her grip was weak; Wen Jingxing could have easily pulled away, yet the thought never occurred to him.

“All right, all right, I won’t leave. I’ll stay here with you. How’s that?”

Seeing her stubbornness, Wen Jingxing relented.

“I knew you’re the best to me, A-Hang.”

Song Wanning obediently lay back down, her hand still holding his index and middle fingers.

Wen Jingxing could only sit at the bedside, waiting for her to fall asleep before leaving.

He looked down at her flawless, porcelain face illuminated by the bedside lamp, appearing even more perfect.

His broad palm cradled her delicate, jade-like hand.

Suddenly, Wen Jingxing recalled something from his childhood. His expression darkened, and he unconsciously tightened his grip, nearly waking Song Wanning.

He quickly loosened his hold and brought himself back to the present.

If only she could always be this gentle and sweet.

Lost in thought, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

It was a message from Chen Shaoyuan.

Chen Shaoyuan: [Young Master Wen, I’ve finished looking into Qisheng Company. On the surface, it appears profitable, but in truth, it barely breaks even with great effort. I’m not sure how Jian An’an got insider information, but she believes there’s no point in staying. If we move to acquire them now, it should be easy. They’ve been looking for someone to take the fall so they can abscond with the money. However, if we do this, we might…]

Chen Shaoyuan was careful with his wording, fearful that a single misstep might displease Young Master Wen. This matter concerned Song Wanning’s chance for revenge and his own bonus.

But as Wen’s secretary, he truly hoped his boss wouldn’t knowingly walk into a trap.

Wen Jingxing would never do such a thing. After reading, he pondered for a moment before replying.

Wen Jingxing: [No rush for now.]

Chen Shaoyuan, upon receiving the succinct reply after such a long message, was uncertain.

No rush for now!? Young Master Wen, I’m the one who’s anxious here!

He was nearly beside himself but didn’t dare ask further. Better to say less and do more.

Chen Shaoyuan: [All right, Young Master Wen. I’ll keep a close eye on things and report any developments immediately.]

Wen Jingxing put away his phone. When he turned back to Song Wanning, her breathing had grown slow and steady—she was sound asleep.

He gently withdrew his fingers from her grasp.

Suddenly, Song Wanning murmured, “A-Hang.”

Startled, Wen Jingxing froze, but realized she was only dreaming. He gently relaxed and slipped his hand free.

Gazing once more upon her sleeping face, Wen Jingxing silently vowed in his heart: Wanning, if Jian An’an dared to harm you, I will not let her off easily.

Whether I acquire her company and make her regret it endlessly, or strip away her power so she can never break free, I will ensure she pays dearly.