Insane, insane, insane.

How could this person say such things with a straight face while standing there like that!!!

Chen Die was no match for him.

Although she had been confessed to by many male classmates throughout her school years thanks to her face, receiving so many love letters that her hands were soft from it, and had handled them all with ease.

But facing Wen Liang was different.

Chen Die now felt her body going weak from her thighs to her waist.

It was becoming unbearable.

Chen Die pushed him: “Don’t even think about it.”

He raised an eyebrow: “Hmm?”

“I don’t have… you know,” the last few words Chen Die spoke were as quiet as a mosquito, then she lowered her head.

Wen Liang was silent for about ten seconds, then started laughing on her shoulder. After a while, he dragged out an “Oh,” and turned his head to ask with genuine curiosity: “So that’s what you were thinking about?”

“…”

That laughter was truly jarring. Chen Die felt heat rising to her head, successfully provoked to anger, she glared at him: “Wen Liang!”

He finally stopped laughing, patted her head, and said soothingly: “After I deal with those matters.”

Chen Die: “?”

He made it sound as if she was looking forward to it.

Was there something wrong with him?!!!

Chen Die didn’t want to talk to him anymore, nor did she want to squeeze with him in this small space any longer.

Their fragile flower of love had quickly withered and died after just one night.

Chen Die quickly drew her eyebrows and pushed Wen Liang aside as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” Wen Liang asked from inside.

Chen Die replied impatiently: “It’s in the drawer below, find it yourself.”

Soon after, Wen Liang finished washing up and picked up his suit jacket.

Normally this kind of suit shouldn’t be machine washed, and now it was a bit wrinkled. Chen Die glanced at it and asked: “Do you want me to iron it?”

Wen Liang, accustomed to not fussing over details, put it on without much concern: “It’s fine.”

It must be said that Wen Liang, was the person who made the clothes—that wrinkled suit gave a completely different impression.

Wen Liang buttoned up and looked at Chen Die through the mirror: “Do you have any plans today?”

“No.”

“I’ll be very busy recently,” Wen Liang turned around and took her hand, “You can pack your things, and I’ll pick you up later?”

Chen Die paused: “Huh?”

When had she said she was moving back?

“What’s wrong?”

“I wasn’t planning to move in with you,” she said.

Wen Liang frowned: “Why not?”

“We’re dating now, do you understand what dating means? It doesn’t mean moving in together and sleeping together right away.”

Wen Liang’s expression showed he clearly didn’t understand and had difficulty comprehending Chen Die’s logic at this moment: “Didn’t we already sleep together last night?”

“…”

Chen Die pushed him toward the door: “Alright, alright, you should get going now.”

After seeing Wen Liang off, the apartment became quiet again.

Only then did Chen Die go to open the living room curtains, letting sunlight filter in like golden powder scattered into the room.

She sat alone in the chair, reviewing everything that had happened yesterday from beginning to end, still feeling it was all rather sudden. She hadn’t been prepared for everything that happened so quickly.

After this review, Chen Die remembered what Chen Shao had once jokingly said to her: “If you date Wen Liang, I definitely won’t approve.”

And though her contract didn’t explicitly forbid dating, it did state that she needed the company’s consent before confirming and making public any relationship.

After thinking for a while, Chen Die called Chen Shao.

Chen Shao picked up soon after, still in his casual manner: “Sister, how was your hospital day trip yesterday?”

“Can’t you be more serious?” Chen Die frowned, got up to pour herself a glass of water, and leaned against the kitchen counter saying calmly, “Wen Liang and I are together now.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end before he laughed: “Well, well, not bad, you even know to report your relationship to your brother.”

“…” Chen Die rolled her eyes, “Isn’t that what the contract requires me to do?”

Chen Shao didn’t mind: “You two are quite efficient, I thought you’d observe the three years of mourning first.”

From his reaction, Chen Die knew there wouldn’t be any serious conversation, so after chatting briefly, she hung up and also informed Fang Ruan about the matter.

Fang Ruan had been paying attention to their situation for a long time, so she wasn’t too surprised when she received Chen Die’s message.

[Fang Ruan: You two should keep your relationship hidden for now. You’ve had too much news about this lately, and if more comes out, people might use it to create topics.]

Chen Die understood what she meant, and since she had no intention of putting her life in the public eye anyway, she quickly replied.

[Chen Die: Got it.]

Wen Huai Yuan’s death was a major event in the business circle.

Wen Yuan Group had started in his hands and developed under Wen Liang to its current top-tier position, even surpassing many family business groups that had been passed down for several generations.

Many guests had come to pay their respects these days.

Wen Huai Yuan’s will has also been officially announced.

He had been seriously ill a few years ago when Wen Liang was just taking over the Wen Yuan Group. At that time, Wen Huai Yuan had transferred some of his shares to him. Later, Wen Liang had used some tactics to acquire more shares from other shareholders, thus owning more than half of Wen Yuan’s shares, becoming the absolute majority shareholder.

When Huai Yuan’s will was just as he had told Wen Liang.

He had divided his remaining shares equally between Fu Wan Mei and Wen Qian, while some real estate futures and other assets were distributed equally among the three, but it explicitly stated they could not interfere with any of Wen Liang’s decisions regarding Wen Yuan.

Calculating it out, Fu Wan Mei and Wen Qian still got quite a lot of benefits, after all, those shares in Wen Yuan were enough to ensure they’d never worry about food or clothing for several lifetimes.

But it still caused strong dissatisfaction from Fu Wan Mei—her greed was like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Although she got the equity, she was directly deprived of all decision-making power.

However, now that Wen Huai Yuan was gone, she and Wen Qian had essentially lost their backing.

Wen Liang was a person who did things without bottom lines, and Fu Wan Mei was quite wary of him in her heart, not daring to truly challenge his limits.

On the third day, was Wen Huai Yuan’s funeral.

Chen Die got up in the morning, changed into black clothes, and Zhu Qi Cong came to pick her up from her apartment building.

“Miss Chen,” Zhu Qi Cong nodded, “Mr. Wen didn’t have time to come pick you up today. This is breakfast from Yun Shu Zhai that Mr. Wen asked me to bring you.”

As he spoke, he handed the box to Chen Die.

This box was so familiar—when she was filming “Flower Hairpin,” she had this for breakfast almost every day.

Chen Die took it, thanked him, and got into the car.

She had originally been worried that it might be inappropriate for her to attend the funeral, but fortunately, as soon as she got out of the car, she met Ye Chu Qing.

“Hey, hey, hey, Chen Die!” Ye Chu Qing waved enthusiastically as soon as she saw her.

This was hardly elegant in front of a funeral filled with flower baskets. As soon as she called out, her father frowned and pulled her: “Who is this?”

“My friend,” Ye Chu Qing realized her mistake and lowered her voice.

After speaking, she ran over to Chen Die, almost bumping into Zhu Qi Cong, who was also getting out of the car.

She still held a grudge from when she first met Wen Liang and was humiliated, and it was Zhu Qi Cong who had asked if she needed to be escorted out. She applied collective punishment, rolling her eyes at Zhu Qi Cong, tossing her hair, and linking arms with Chen Die.

Zhu Qi Cong: “…”

Walking in, they immediately saw Wen Huai Yuan’s memorial portrait.

Even in the photo, despite his age, one could still see how handsome he had been. But Wen Liang didn’t look like him; Chen Die guessed Wen Liang probably resembled his mother more.

Fu Wan Mei stood nearby greeting guests, still elegant and dignified.

Chen Die recalled the story Zhang Sao had told her—Wen Huai Yuan had been a complete scoundrel to Shen Yun Shu, yet looking at Fu Wan Mei now, Chen Die felt that he probably hadn’t experienced much definite love from Fu Wan Mei in the latter half of his life either.

“Chen Die?”

Ye Chu Qing noticed her distraction and gently elbowed her.

Chen Die came back to her senses and bent down to place the flower in her hand before the memorial hall.

She and Ye Chu Qing sat down together.

Ye Chu Qing had returned to the country not long ago, and most of those attending were entrepreneurs of her father’s generation, so she didn’t know many people.

Everyone noticed Chen Die and occasionally looked over at her. Although many people didn’t follow entertainment news, they knew that Wen Liang had made such a high-profile statement, so naturally, they looked upon her favorably.

Some even came over specifically to talk to her.

Chen Die dismissed them with a few words. Ye Chu Qing laughed beside her: “If these people knew you were also the Chen family’s daughter, they’d probably flatter you even more enthusiastically.”

She looked around and then leaned close to Chen Die’s ear again, saying, “Hey, do you think that stupid Chen Shu Yuan will come?”

“No, and the Chen family probably won’t come either,” Chen Die said.

Ye Chu Qing asked curiously: “Why?”

Although the people attending were all cold-hearted, and even though they were attending a funeral, none of them showed any sign of sadness or grief.

Like those few people who had come to chat with Chen Die earlier, even such an occasion was just a favorable opportunity to expand their network in their eyes.

But at least a big enterprise like the Chen family would normally have to maintain appearances.

“The Chen and Wen families don’t have good relations, and for this kind of occasion, Fu Wan Mei probably wouldn’t invite people from the Chen family,” Chen Die explained.

Ye Chu Qing got the general idea and rested her chin on her hand, tilting her head to look at Chen Die: “What about you?”

“I don’t need her to invite me,” Chen Die paused, smiling slightly at Ye Chu Qing, “I’m with him now.”

Ye Chu Qing froze, looking at her in disbelief, then reached out to pinch the back of Chen Die’s hand, criticizing: “Sister, what’s wrong with you?! You surrendered so quickly, this is a betrayal of me!”

“…”

“When did you two get together?”

“Last night.”

“Your efficiency—if Wen Huai Yuan knew, he’d probably be angered back to life.”

“…” Ye Chu Qing’s skill at teasing was exactly like Chen Shao’s. Chen Die gave her a sideways glance, “I think you and Chen Shao would be a good match.”

“Bah!” Ye Chu Qing immediately retorted.

As the two were talking, suddenly a voice cut in from behind, with a hint of surprise in the tone: “Chen Die, is that you?”

Chen Die turned around at the sound.

Before she stood a man who appeared to be about her age, dressed in a conventional white shirt and black silk suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses that made him look refined. He was quite handsome.

…And somehow, a bit familiar.

The man in front of her looked at her and tilted his head slightly: “You don’t remember me?”

“I’m sorry, you are…” Chen Die started to say but suddenly had some recollection, the face before her connecting with a certain memory. Chen Die quickly stood up, exclaiming in surprise, “Brother Jiang Xian?!”

The man smiled: “Good memory, little Die.”

“What are you doing here?”

As soon as she asked, Chen Die felt something was off—why else would he be here? She quickly corrected herself, “What are you doing now?”

Jiang Xian took a business card from his pocket and handed it to her.

It showed his company, and next to his position was written “General Manager.”

“You started your own business?” she asked.

Jiang Xian nodded, his voice gentle: “Yes.”

Chen Die: “That’s amazing.”

“Aren’t you more amazing? You’re a big star now,” Jiang Xian said, “I’m one of your fans too.”

Ye Chu Qing, sitting to the side, looked back and forth between the two, really unable to figure out what was going on. How did Chen Die suddenly have another brother?

Ye Chu Qing frowned, then suddenly noticed Wen Liang talking to guests not far away, his gaze turning toward them.

After saying “Excuse me” to the few people he was with, Wen Liang walked straight toward them.

Chen Die was talking with Jiang Xian when she suddenly felt an arm around her waist. Wen Liang came up from behind, pulling her slightly back, and extended his hand to Jiang Xian: “Mr. Jiang.”

Jiang Xian shook his hand, his gaze falling briefly on Wen Liang’s hand at Chen Die’s waist before quickly looking away: “Mr. Wen.”

“You know each other?” Chen Die turned her head to ask Wen Liang.

They were close, and when Chen Die turned her head, her nose almost touched his cheek.

She wasn’t used to such close contact with Wen Liang in front of so many people and tried to step back, but after moving just a small step, she was pulled back by Wen Liang’s hand on her waist, ending up even closer to him.

Wen Liang said calmly: “Business partners.”

“I hadn’t seen Mr. Wen earlier. Please accept my condolences on your father’s passing,” Jiang Xian said. “Little Die and I have known each other since she was young. I didn’t expect to meet her here.”

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression neutral.

Chen Die glanced at him and explained softly near his ear: “He’s a brother I knew before I came to Yan City.”

Wen Liang raised his eyebrows, the hand on Chen Die’s waist gently kneading, then made an emotionless “mm” sound before placing a kiss on her forehead.

His actions were intimate yet natural.

Many people around had been watching them, making it truly a public display.

He had been drinking earlier, and his body temperature seemed higher than usual. By her ear, at just the right volume, he said: “Sit for a while, I’ll take you home when this is over.”

The smell of alcohol mixed with his warm breath enveloped her.

Chen Die’s ears began to tingle.