Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 2026: His Gentleness

"Brother Wen."

Jing Xiaocha’s hand was still extended as she looked at Wen Jin, who was holding her shawl.

His other hand held a phone; he was probably out to make a call.

Wen Jin’s dark eyes swept over Jing Xiaocha’s bare shoulders.

Because both were crouching, Jing Xiaocha’s shawl fell from her shoulders, and from Wen Jin’s angle, he could just see the subtle reveal of her chest...

His gaze flickered slightly.

When Jing Xiaocha was usually dressed in shirts and casual clothes, one couldn’t tell how good her figure was—at most, she was not flat-chested.

Only during Bai Xiaoxiao’s wedding when Jing Xiaocha wore that dress did Wen Jin find that she was well-endowed.

But her dress didn’t have such a low neckline as the outfit she was wearing now, nor did it have such an effect, inexplicably accentuating the fullness of her bosom.

The faint fragrance from her body, carried by the night breeze, wafted into Wen Jin’s nose, a fresh scent amidst the overwhelming perfume in the banquet hall.

In not wearing perfume, Jing Xiaocha resembled Wen Ran.

"It’s windy out here, take care."

Wen Jin’s voice was low and warm, with a hint of concern. If it were not him but another man who encountered her, she might have been taken advantage of.

After speaking, he stood up and draped the shawl over Jing Xiaocha’s shoulders.

Jing Xiaocha had meant to reach for her shawl but was surprised when Wen Jin directly bypassed her hand to place it on her himself.

This action made her heart skip a beat.

Looking at Wen Jin’s handsome face so close to her made her mind a little dizzy.

Feeling his warm fingertips lightly brushing her shoulder’s skin was like throwing a stone into her calm heart’s lake, stirring up a tempest.

Her heartbeat, after missing a beat, started racing furiously.

In contrast, Wen Jin remained calm, breathing evenly.

After fastening the shawl, he stepped back, "I noticed you didn’t eat anything earlier, go inside and find something to eat."

Jing Xiaocha took a deep breath and said to Wen Jin, "I’ll go inside first, Brother Wen," before hurrying into the banquet hall.

After Jing Xiaocha went inside, Wen Jin glanced at Jin Zheyu standing in the dim light not far away.

He had come out through another door, intending to find Jing Xiaocha.

However, Jing Xiaocha happened to enter from that door while her shawl fell to the ground, allowing Wen Jin to encounter her coincidentally.

"President Wen."

Wen Jin approached the railing, ready to make a call, when Jin Zheyu’s voice came, carrying a suppressed anger.

Wen Jin turned his head to give him a slight glance, then shifted his gaze to the distant, tranquil night sky.

There, the stars covered the sky, serene and distant, carrying a soothing effect.

Wen Jin’s voice also held a touch of timelessness as he slowly spoke, "Young Master Jin, do you need anything?"

"I know you don’t like Xiaocha. Please stay away from her."

When Jin Zheyu said this, his tone was hard. Earlier, he had seen the scene, his heart roaring.

He despised Wen Jin’s hypocrisy.

Clearly not liking Xiaocha, yet falsely treating her well, making Xiaocha unable to let go of her affection for him.

Wen Jin’s lips curved slightly, a smirk almost forming only to fade away.

"Shouldn’t it be you who should stay away from Xiaocha? Tonight, Zheng Shirui will soon become your fiancée, right?"

"Who told you that? I don’t like her at all; she could never be my fiancée."

Jin Zheyu retorted sharply, no matter how good Zheng Shirui was, she couldn’t compare to the woman he liked in his heart.

Wen Jin leaned slightly against the railing, looking at Jin Zheyu with a trace of mockery in his eyes, "So what if you don’t like her? That woman will eventually become your fiancée and later your wife. You don’t dare defy your father, nor can you."

At this point, Wen Jin paused, the mockery in his gaze replaced by a hint of coldness, and the aura he emitted suddenly turned colder.

It seemed like the surrounding temperature had dropped.

"Jin Zheyu, Xiaocha is not a girl you can just play with, nor could she be a mistress you keep outside. You should quickly dismiss such thoughts. If Xiaocha gets hurt by you again, it won’t be as easy as last time."

Jin Zheyu’s expression changed, a rage flashing in his gaze directed at Wen Jin.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

Wen Jin coldly raised his eyebrow. Xiaocha was simple and unaware of things.

But it didn’t mean he was clueless. The plagiarism incident wasn’t Jin Fengjiao’s doing; she was acting under Jin Yunchang’s instructions.

The person who really wanted to ruin Xiaocha’s future was Jin Yunchang.

If not, why would Jin Zheyu, who claimed to like Xiaocha and wanted to seek justice for her, actively call her and ask to settle privately?

"I will not let such things happen again."

Jin Zheyu spoke through gritted teeth. He admitted the last incident was his oversight, causing harm to Xiaocha.

"You are yet to fully develop your wings; how can you guarantee Xiaocha won’t get hurt because of you? Not considering your father taking action against Xiaocha again, just the way Zheng Shirui looks at you—if you truly get involved with Xiaocha, do you think she’ll graciously withdraw and bless you two?"

Jin Zheyu’s face turned pale.

Hands clasped into fists at his side, his tall body stiffened.

Every word from Wen Jin hit his sore spots and weaknesses.

"But even so, at least my feelings for Xiaocha are genuine unlike your hypocrisy. You don’t like Xiaocha yet make her unable to forget and let go of you. Do you know how painful it is for her if you still have a conscience, don’t get close to her anymore."

"..."

Wen Jin shot Jin Zheyu a cold look, then turned and left, ignoring him further.

"Wen Jin..."

Jin Zheyu called out at his departing figure, but without looking back, Wen Jin entered the banquet hall.

Earlier, he did it on purpose, knowing Jin Zheyu was watching and therefore deliberately picked up the shawl and put it on Jing Xiaocha himself.

He wanted Jin Zheyu to understand that Jing Xiaocha doesn’t fancy him and to stop pestering her.

Having signed with Star Summer Film and Television, Jing Xiaocha would meet Jin Zheyu more often in the future, and if he couldn’t let go of his obsession, he would inevitably hurt her.

Beside the refreshment table, Fan Lu and Jing Xiaocha conversed, one fiery, the other serene.

Wen Jin’s gaze traversed past them, spotting Ou Yihan who was chatting with Jin Fengjiao in the crowd, and walked toward them.

"Xiaocha, you’re amazing! You’ve only started a year or so ago and your novel has already been adapted into a TV series. I really admire you!"

Fan Lu praised Jing Xiaocha profusely, "You have no idea how much I’ve been enchanted reading your novel these past days. Look at my dark circles; it’s all from immersing myself in your work."