Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 2018 - 2017: Don’t You Feel Ashamed?

Ou Yihan meant that even someone like a vixen, Jin Fengjiao, Wen Jin would keep his distance from.

After Jin Fengjiao’s attempt to sow discord failed and she was mocked instead, she angrily hung up the phone.

Looking at the ended call, Ou Yihan let out a cold snort.

After hesitating for a moment, she dialed Wen Jin’s number again.

**

The Mo family.

When Wen Jin’s phone rang, he was playing with a few kids in the living room.

"Uncle, is it your girlfriend calling you?"

Momo looked curiously at Wen Jin’s pocket where the phone was ringing.

Wen Jin’s mouth twitched, "Momo, who told you I have a girlfriend?"

Momo giggled, pointing at Ziyi next to her, "Ziyi told us, Uncle has a girlfriend."

Ziyi was crouched in front of the coffee table, focused on folding a rose, learning from the person on TV, and hadn’t heard Momo’s words.

Qingqing stood beside him, looking at him with admiration.

"Qingqing, the rose is finished, do you want it?"

After finishing the rose, Ziyi flashed it in front of Qingqing, smilingly asking.

Qingqing’s eyes sparkled with delight, she reached out to take the rose from Ziyi, blissfully saying, "Brother, I want it."

"Is it pretty?"

"Yes... Pretty."

Although Qingqing could only say two words, her expressive eyes conveyed her happiness vividly.

"Should brother make you another one?"

"Yes."

"Who is better, brother or the rose?"

Ziyi teased Qingqing like a little grown-up; he especially loved seeing Qingqing’s joyful look, smiling so much his eyes squinted.

"Brother."

Watching Ziyi and Qingqing interact, Wen Jin deeply felt that this guy, Ziyi, would definitely be a charmer when he grew up.

Surpassing the predecessor, that’s the essence of it.

He smiled, pressed the answer button, and spoke warmly.

"Wen Jin, are you free tonight?"

Ou Yihan’s voice came through the phone; remembering how he stood her up at noon, Wen Jin replied apologetically, "I’m at Ranran’s house now, having dinner with some kids tonight."

Hearing that he was having dinner with kids and hearing children’s voices in the background, Ou Yihan didn’t insist on going out with him.

"Ziyi, Uncle has something to discuss with you."

After finishing the call, Ziyi had already finished folding a second rose; the first time he learned from the host, but this time he skillfully folded the rose without looking once at the host.

He lifted his handsome little face to Wen Jin, "Uncle, what do you want to discuss?"

"I heard you’re a little tyrant at school, and no one dares to mess with you. I’m wondering if you’ll be scared when you meet kids older than you."

Ziyi furrowed his brows; he understood that Uncle was underestimating him. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He cast a disdainful glance at his uncle, dismissively saying, "Uncle, did you used to be scared of kids older than you when you were little?"

"..."

Wen Jin was stumped by this little brat, laughing helplessly, "Uncle is asking you now."

Ziyi snorted, "Why should I be scared? I’m not scared at all."

"Since you’re not scared, tomorrow I’ll introduce you to a boy a few years older than you. If you can make him listen to you, then Uncle will believe you."

"What’s the reward?"

Ziyi doesn’t do anything without a reward.

Wen Jin wasn’t stingy either, "If you can do it, you can ask for whatever you want."

"Really?"

Ziyi’s eyes lit up; this was great, he would have to think it over carefully.

Wen Jin nodded with a smile, looking at his intelligent eyes, "Of course it’s true. When has Uncle ever lied to you?"

**

The next morning, Wen Jin arrived at Jing Xiaocha’s home as promised to pick up Zhang Minghui for the drug factory.

Zhang Minghui was very excited about being able to start earning money for himself from today; he got up at the crack of dawn to finish today’s homework.

"When you get to the factory, make sure to behave, got it?"

As they were leaving, Jing Xiaocha reminded with concern.

Zhang Minghui, slightly impatient, still nodded in agreement.

"Uncle Wen, what work will I be doing?"

Zhang Minghui asked with a clueless expression after being taken to the office by Wen Jin.

"No rush, have a seat on the sofa for now and wait for a bit."

Wen Jin tossed out this sentence, then went behind the desk to sit down, turning on his computer.

Zhang Minghui was indeed a bit clever; while Wen Jin let him wait, instead of idling, he pretended to read a book and study.

Thinking to himself, Wen Jin probably wouldn’t mistreat child labor.

After all, he was Jing Xiaocha’s nephew, and Wen Jin was friends with his aunt, Jing Xiaocha.

After a few minutes, the office door opened, and a crisp voice sounded at the door, "Uncle!"

The owner of the voice was, of course, Ziyi, but he was not alone; he was holding Qingqing by the hand.

His beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Minghui sitting on the sofa. Ziyi smirked as he led Qingqing into the office, "Uncle, is he the one you’re introducing me to?"

Ziyi just gave Zhang Minghui a look and then pouted.

He had thought Uncle found someone formidable, and it turned out to be just a little kid. Seeing him pretending to read a book, clearly not focused, he must be a bad kid who doesn’t study well.

Wen Jin smiled, watching Ziyi approach, nodding, "Yes, that’s him."

After saying that, Wen Jin stepped out from behind the desk, "I have to go to a meeting; look after him, and find him some work to do later. He’s here to work."

With that, Wen Jin left the office.

Not worried in the least that Ziyi would be at a disadvantage.

"What’s your name?"

Ziyi led Qingqing to the sofa, seated her, then sat beside her casually asking.

From the moment Ziyi and Qingqing entered, Zhang Minghui was incredibly curious about this handsome boy who looked like he stepped right out of a painting.

He had never seen a boy as good-looking as him.

Besides his looks, there was an appealing aura about him that made Zhang Minghui inexplicably feel inferior.

"My name is Zhang Minghui, what’s yours?" Though Zhang Minghui didn’t like Mo Ziye’s arrogant attitude, knowing he called Wen Jin uncle, making him Wen Jin’s relative, Zhang Minghui dared not offend him.

So he answered his question.

It was as if Ziyi didn’t hear Zhang Minghui’s question; he turned to ask Qingqing beside him, "Qingqing, who do you think is more handsome, brother or that person?"

"Brother."

Qingqing turned her crescent eyes towards Ziyi.

She didn’t really know what handsome meant, but she thought brother was the best.

Zhang Minghui’s face changed slightly, unhappy about Ziyi’s disregard; he tightened his grip on the book.

Ziyi chuckled, "My uncle’s gone, no need to pretend to read. You’re over eight years old and still reading first-grade books; don’t you feel embarrassed?"

"..."

Zhang Minghui stared at the book in his hand, then at Ziyi’s face filled with scorn and disdain, his face turned beet red.