"Dad!" Wen Lan Sheng's face changed drastically as he stood up abruptly, sternly saying: "How many times have I told you, don't mention Fan Zhuren!"
"What's the matter? You scared me!" Xie Cen clutched his chest: "Fan Xia isn't here, what's wrong with saying a few words! She can't hear anyway!"
"You're not allowed to mention her even when she's not here!" Wen Lan Sheng slammed the fruit knife on the table, angrily shouting at Xie Cen: "From now on, not a single word about Fan Zhuren is allowed!"
Xie Cen was frightened by his son's rare outburst and quietly sat aside, not speaking.
Wen Ming Yue smiled, trying to smooth things over: "Our Lan Sheng is capable, reserving a potential stock early. Fan Xia's willingness to give us her house to live in is also because of our Lan Sheng's face."
Wen Lan Sheng sat down again, the anger in his eyes slightly diminished.
Wen Ming Yue continued: "You and Fan Xia have been together for so many years. At first, I was a bit worried about entrusting you to her, but now I see she truly cares for you."
Wen Lan Sheng's eyes softened, his anger completely gone. He said quietly: "That's why I don't want to mention the past. Let's not talk about it, just pretend nothing happened."
"Alright," Wen Ming Yue said. "Your dad was just too happy, don't take it to heart."
"Yes, Lan Sheng, Dad is just happy that you've found a good home," Xie Cen said, seeing that Wen Lan Sheng's anger had subsided. His eyes darted around as he whispered, "You mentioned earlier that she's planning to buy a large flat. Is that true too?"
Wen Lan Sheng picked up the fruit knife again to peel the apple, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth: "Yes, the salary of a Shanhai Group executive assistant is very high."
"That's wonderful, my son is so lucky! He can live in a large flat in the city center!" Xie Cen was overjoyed.
Suddenly, Xie Cen seemed to remember something and tugged at Wen Lan Sheng's hand, saying: "But you need to be smart about this. Don't let her buy it now. If she buys it now, it'll be pre-marital property."
The smile that had just blossomed on Wen Lan Sheng's face instantly cooled.
Xie Cen counted on his fingers: "Think about it, how expensive are the monthly payments for a large flat? Our family doesn't have money to help you with the payments since we're supporting your sister's overseas studies. If you divorce, you won't have any claim to the house!"
"Stop it!" Hearing his own father curse him with divorce, Wen Lan Sheng's face turned pale with anger. He threw down the apple and said irritably: "Dad, Fan Xia isn't the kind of person you're describing. She loves me very much. All these years, she's been completely devoted to me, never saying a harsh word. She's even willing to let you move into her home, yet you're still so wary of her, calculating against her."
"Lan Sheng, Dad is just looking out for you," Xie Cen said.
"Enough, I want to be alone," Wen Lan Sheng angrily left the hospital room, going to the courtyard to clear his mind.
It was already late at night. The gentle moonlight fell on Wen Lan Sheng as he raised his head, gazing intently at the high-hanging moon. Then he left the hospital directly, taking a taxi home.
It was close to 1 AM when he got home.
Wen Lan Sheng took off his shoes and tiptoed into the bedroom. Only a dim, warm yellow wall lamp was lit in the bedroom, its faint light illuminating Fan Xia's serene sleeping face. The dark green silk thin quilt accentuated her jade-like fair skin.
Wen Lan Sheng's gaze lingered. He took off his clothes, lifted the quilt, and slipped in. His arms encircled Fan Xia's soft waist from behind, his forehead resting against her back.
Fan Xia's eyelashes trembled slightly as she was startled awake.
She turned around to see a familiar face, her surprised tone still tinged with sleepiness: "Why did you come back?"
Wen Lan Sheng burrowed into her embrace, inhaling the faint fragrance on her body. His tone carried a hint of coquettishness: "I missed you, couldn't sleep."
Fan Xia felt Wen Lan Sheng's smooth skin under the thin quilt, his hot breath fanning out, his hands restlessly sliding and caressing, climbing up to her robe's sash. His bright eyes flickered with burning desire.
She raised her hand, her long, slender fingers tilting up Wen Lan Sheng's chin, meeting his eyes full of desire. The corner of her lips curved into an attractive arc: "So impatient?"
Wen Lan Sheng's eyes darted away shyly: "Fan Xia, don't... don't tease me."
"I'm teasing you? Weren't you the one throwing yourself at me?" Fan Xia's tone was low and provocative. Her soft hair, like the soft tentacles of a jellyfish, entwined around her prey. In the night, she shed her daytime gentleness and mildness, becoming as if bewitching.
"Fan Xia..." Wen Lan Sheng's eyelashes trembled lightly as he burrowed into her embrace, blushing.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." A soft laugh sounded by his ear as Fan Xia took the initiative to undo her robe. The night was long.
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