Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1989: 1988 His Thin Lips Brushed Her Ear

Jing Xiaocha stood among the crowd, watching the stage where Luo Haofeng affectionately placed a ring on Bai Xiaoxiao’s finger.

The two kissed passionately, their eyes filled with deep love for each other.

A smile bloomed on her face, bright and radiant, but this moment of emotion was interrupted by a text message.

She took out her phone, and after reading the message, her expression changed slightly.

With doubt rising in her heart, she turned her head to look at Wen Jin standing next to her.

Wen Jin was also gazing at the couple on the stage, his handsome face adorned with a charming smile, unaware that Jing Xiaocha was watching him.

Jing Xiaocha felt a cold gaze coming from not far behind her. She turned to look and saw Jin Fengjiao standing in the crowd, angrily glaring at her with her beautiful eyes, holding a phone.

Seeing Jing Xiaocha look over, Jin Fengjiao waved the phone in her hand, her eyes full of questioning and resentment.

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips, turned back, and continued watching the couple on the stage. Yet her thoughts were scattered by the text message from Jin Fengjiao.

Jin Fengjiao had asked her if she had said something to Wen Jin.

Yesterday afternoon, when Jin Fengjiao talked to Wen Jin, she offered advantageous conditions, and as a businessman, Wen Jin didn’t refuse her outright,

but agreed to consider it.

However, just now, Wen Jin directly refused.

Jin Fengjiao felt that Jing Xiaocha must have stirred up trouble, said something to Wen Jin, making him refuse.

She had also investigated Jing Xiaocha lately, and roughly knew how Jing Xiaocha and Wen Jin met, and how she used to work at Wen’s Pharmaceutical Factory, with Wen Jin taking good care of her.

Moreover, people said Jing Xiaocha liked Wen Jin.

Jing Xiaocha was lost in thought and didn’t know how far the wedding had progressed until a noise pulled her back to her senses.

The guests below the stage cheered enthusiastically, bringing Jing Xiaocha’s thoughts back. She looked up to see a bouquet flying toward her, with guests in front and behind reaching out, trying to grab it.

As she was about to be toppled by the audience behind her, and a hand from her right was about to hurt her, Wen Jin, standing on her left, showed a slight change in expression and said, “Be careful.”

His words had barely fallen when Jing Xiaocha felt her left arm grabbed by a strong hand, her body pulled by that force into Wen Jin’s embrace on her left side.

She dodged the hand reaching for her face in pursuit of the bouquet and avoided the guests lunging from behind, with a familiar scent drifting into her nose.

A touch of warmness mixed with a hint of dampness brushed past her white ear lobe, causing Jing Xiaocha’s heartbeat to skip a beat.

The bouquet, being passed around, flew directly into her arms after no one caught it, heading straight for her face, and out of instinct, Jing Xiaocha caught it with both hands.

Thus, her entire self nestled in Wen Jin’s arms.

All eyes focused on her because she had caught the bouquet, as if thousands of watts of light bulbs were shining on her face, causing Jing Xiaocha’s face to flush red.

She looked at Wen Jin’s handsome face close at hand, holding the bouquet, yet not pulling away, creating an inexplicable ambiguity in the scene.

Wen Jin was slightly stunned by her suddenly flushed face, his cool and warm breath drifting over her rosy cheeks.

He could swear that this seemingly ordinary situation turned ambiguous simply because too many people were watching at this particular moment.

And so, Wen Jin had a moment of distraction, his Mo Yu eyes looking at the delicate little face in front of him, and those artlessly shy eyes.

Forgetting to let go of the person in his arms.

Earlier, as he pulled her into his embrace, his lips inadvertently brushed her fair ear lobe, the soft touch leaving an imperceptible twinge deep within him.

A few steps away, Wen Ran laughed delightfully at the sight of her brother holding Jing Xiaocha, who was embracing the bouquet with flushed cheeks.

An Lin and Bai Yiyi, standing beside Qin Mu and Gu Kai respectively, also watched the scene with amused smiles.

When Bai Xiaoxiao tossed the bouquet earlier, they gestured at her to throw it this way, and then helped Jing Xiaocha grab it together.

Finally, it landed on Jing Xiaocha’s lap.

And having Jing Xiaocha snug in Wen Jin’s embrace, it was an outcome they hadn’t anticipated, but they found it especially pleasing to watch.

So, all the clamor subsided for a moment.

Everyone looked at Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

In the crowd, someone eventually shouted, “Congratulations to this young lady, whoever catches the bouquet will soon become a bride!”

Jing Xiaocha then suddenly woke up, avoiding Wen Jin’s gaze in panic, struggling to break free from his embrace.

Wen Jin wasn’t holding her very tightly, so when she struggled a bit, he released her.

Mo Yu’s eyes only flickered with a trace of odd gleam a moment ago, quickly returning to a calm state.

Jing Xiaocha’s face was still burning, even after she stepped out of Wen Jin’s embrace, his scent still lingered in her breath, distinct and clear.

Her heartbeat went irregular, and her thoughts turned chaotic too.

She couldn’t hear clearly what the surrounding guests were saying, only unconsciously thinking about the warm wetness on her ear lobe just now.

“Xiaocha, you caught Xiaoxiao’s bouquet; you better find a boyfriend quickly and get married so we can drink at your wedding,”

Bai Yiyi’s teasing voice sounded in her ear.

An Lin and Wen Ran also joined in, “Yeah, Xiaoxiao, next time we’ll only be able to drink Ah Jin and your wedding wine.”

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, or the speaker had no intentions, but the listener read meaning into it.

When Jing Xiaocha heard An Lin say, ‘next time we can only drink Ah Jin and your wedding wine,’ anxiety struck her heart, and she quickly explained, “Sister An Lin, don’t misunderstand, just now I accidentally got pushed in front of Brother Wen, we’re nothing…”

“Haha, Xiaocha, I didn’t say you and Ah Jin have anything, why are you so flustered? I just meant, among our group, only you and Ah Jin aren’t married yet, doesn’t that just leave your two’s wedding wine for us?”

“…”

Jing Xiaocha’s cheeks, already crimson, were now burning like a fever due to An Lin’s teasing.

In contrast to her embarrassment, Wen Jin seemed oblivious to their conversation, his brows handsome and his eyes cool and clear.

Even concerning Jing Xiaocha’s hasty and flustered explanation, an unknown irritability arose in his heart.

“Mrs. Mo, Mrs. Gu, Mrs. Qin, you’ll definitely soon drink Xiaocha’s wedding wine.”

A strange woman’s voice cut in, successfully drawing all the guests’ attention, also prompting Wen Ran, Bai Yiyi, and An Lin to look at her.

Jing Xiaocha watched Jin Fengjiao walk over, her brows instinctively furrowing slightly, intuition telling her that this woman wouldn’t speak kindly.