Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1982: 1981 I Don’t Have a Boyfriend

After more than a year, Jing Xiaocha feels like everyone has stayed the same.

But, somehow, it seems Wen Jin has changed.

More precisely, her relationship with Wen Jin has changed. Before she went abroad, Wen Jin treated her as the best among all women except Wen Ran.

Always caring for her as if she were a sister.

But now, Jing Xiaocha clearly feels the unfamiliarity from Wen Jin.

She feels an inexplicable sense of loss, especially when she sees Wen Jin serving food to several children and carefully taking care of them, Jing Xiaocha can’t help remembering the scenes from the past, when he served food to her while sitting beside Wen Jin.

“Xiaocha, don’t be shy, eat more.”

As Wen Ran finishes speaking, Bai Xiaoxiao smiles and asks, “Xiaocha, have you met a lot of handsome guys abroad over the past year? Maybe started dating someone?”

At the mention of a boyfriend, Jing Xiaocha’s expression changes slightly.

Opposite her, Wen Jin, who is currently serving Ziyi, shows a subdued expression.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Jing Xiaocha smiles as she replies, “Sister Bai, I was busy studying abroad, where did I find time to meet handsome guys or get a boyfriend.”

Wen Ran nods, playfully saying, “But with our Xiaocha being so beautiful, surely many foreign boys must be chasing after her.”

“No, no.”

Having been teased by them, Jing Xiaocha blushes slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

While everyone occasionally jokes about Jing Xiaocha, Bai Xiaoxiao and Luo Haofeng are the main characters of this meal, so the ultimate focus is on them.

The meal concludes with a very cheerful atmosphere.

As soon as Jing Xiaocha puts down her chopsticks, her phone starts ringing.

She glances at the caller ID, stands up, and tells everyone, “I’ll go out to take this call.”

Then she leaves the private room, walks into the corridor, and presses the answer button, speaking warmly and politely, “Hello, Editor Li.”

The call is from Li Minxu, whom she met earlier in the morning.

“Xiaocha, I have good news for you: there’s been progress with the last film adaptation project we signed.”

A glimmer of surprise flashes through Jing Xiaocha’s eyes, accompanied by a hint of joy on her face, “Really? Editor Li.”

“Of course, it’s true. I just met with President Jin from Star Summer Film and Television Company, and he said your story is excellent. They are willing to invest heavily to shoot a TV series…”

Editor Li praises Jing Xiaocha over the phone.

After all, Jing Xiaocha is a young woman without much experience, even though her stories sell well, whether serialized online or published.

Turning her story into a film adaptation is a first.

Naturally, she feels joyful, but then Editor Li says something that makes Jing Xiaocha frown and purse her lips.

“Editor Li, I cannot meet this requirement.”

After two seconds of silence, Jing Xiaocha confidently refuses the request.

On the other end of the line, Li Minxu raises his voice a few decibels, “Xiaocha, don’t be foolish. Even experienced screenwriters in the industry wouldn’t dare say something like this.”

“But I truly cannot do it.”

“Don’t you want to be a screenwriter? Don’t you want your story to be made into a TV series?”

“I write romance novels, and it won’t be made into that kind of TV series.”

Jing Xiaocha firmly sticks to her principles, as Li Minxu feels disappointed, saying, “It’s just about changing the female lead’s character setup and adding more scenes that captivate the audience. Many people crave such opportunities but don’t have them. I worked hard to secure this for you…”

Occasionally, a waiter passes by the corridor, and Jing Xiaocha straightens her back, “Thank you for your kind intentions, Editor Li. I know many people write such content for attention now, but I insist on staying true to my writing roots.”

After finishing, Jing Xiaocha no longer listens to what Li Minxu has to say and hangs up the call directly.

She closes her eyes momentarily and takes a deep breath.

If she needs to write such content to adapt it into a TV series, she would prefer her novel to stay serialized online and published.

What she wants to write is a beautiful love story, nothing more.

Footsteps echo from the other end of the corridor, and lost in thought, Jing Xiaocha doesn’t raise her head.

Until a faintly familiar scent follows her breath into her nose, she turns her gaze and realizes standing beside her is Wen Jin.

Her breath unintentionally halts as her eyes meet Wen Jin’s fine features.

“Brother Wen.”

She softly calls out, with an emotion she herself hadn’t noticed in her gaze.

Wen Jin looks at her and asks plainly, “Everyone is inside, why did you come out on your own?”

“I came out to take a call.”

Jing Xiaocha discreetly adjusts her emotions, smiling politely.

Wen Jin doesn’t seem surprised, the corners of his mouth slightly curve, though the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, “Taking a call from a boyfriend?”

Jing Xiaocha’s smile freezes, facing Wen Jin’s calm and composed dark eyes, she hesitates and begins to explain, “That’s a misunderstanding…”

However, before she can finish, Wen Jin interrupts, “You’re not underage, having a boyfriend is normal, no need to hide it from everyone. Ranran and the others care about you, since you’ve taken the call, let’s go inside.”

After speaking, Wen Jin steps towards the private room.

Standing in place, Jing Xiaocha instinctively tightens her grip on the phone, her eyes fixed on Wen Jin’s tall and upright back.

After taking two steps, Wen Jin turns his gaze back to her, his refined features highlighted in the shadow of the backlight, appearing more defined and cold.

His gaze sweeps over the phone in Jing Xiaocha’s hand, slightly squinting, “Since your boyfriend is looking for you, you should go.”

Jing Xiaocha purses her lips, the grievance from being misunderstood by Wen Jin ferments inside her heart, and without much thought, she blurts out, “I don’t have a boyfriend. The call wasn’t from my boyfriend, it was from a publisher’s editor.”

A trace of surprise flashes through Wen Jin’s eyes.

His gaze shows an extra hint of scrutiny.

But it only lasts a moment, quickly reverting to indifference, as if who called her wasn’t important.

Yet, Jing Xiaocha’s expression seems strange to him.

In the corridor, an odd atmosphere brews momentarily.

The air feels somewhat stagnant.

Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha look at each other across two steps apart, one with an indifferent cold look, the other with grievances quietly pursing her lips.

The scene from the night before, when Wen Jin met Jing Xiaocha, flashes before his eyes, Bo Yi’s lips slightly purse.

Ultimately, it’s Wen Jin’s phone ringing that breaks the corridor’s oppressive silence.

“Brother Wen, I’ll head in first.”

As Wen Jin takes out his phone, Jing Xiaocha softly says, quickly passing by him.

Wen Jin watches Jing Xiaocha’s slightly stiffened back, a thoughtful glint flickers in his eyes, until she enters the private room and closes the door, only then does he lower his head to check the incoming call on his phone.