Chapter 2162: Chapter 2161: Why Not Tell Me

Jing Xiaocha’s thoughts were pulled back by Wen Ran’s words, her eyes flickered and she pursed her lips, "Sister Wen, thank you for telling me this. I’ve decided not to move out and to stay at Brother Wen’s house."

Not caring about what others say, nor about what the future holds.

Jing Xiaocha came to a sudden realization.

Since she has the opportunity to be with Brother Wen, she should cherish every moment with him and not let him be lonely again.

Wen Ran’s smile grew brighter, "Xiaocha, it’s best that you think this way."

"I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now."

Jing Xiaocha is familiar with Wen Ran, and doesn’t feel embarrassed talking about her feelings, she inadvertently confesses her heart, "Actually, I never thought Brother Wen would one day accept me. I originally thought, as long as I could like him silently, it would be enough."

"Silly girl," Wen Ran’s voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"I also think I’m quite silly, but since the day I started liking Brother Wen, I couldn’t control my heart."

Even so, when Jing Xiaocha mentioned Wen Jin, her eyes were gentle.

Wen Ran teased, "Blame my brother for being too clumsy. Don’t be fooled by his usual cleverness; he has zero experience in relationships, so it took him so long to recognize his feelings and realize your importance."

"Sister Wen, Brother Wen isn’t clumsy."

Jing Xiaocha lightly retorted.

It’s just that because Brother Wen’s heart was occupied with someone else, and he couldn’t let go, so he couldn’t like anyone else.

Wen Ran laughed, amused by Jing Xiaocha, "Alright, he’s not clumsy, but don’t tell him I said he is."

Jing Xiaocha laughed too, "I won’t tell Brother Wen."

"What won’t you tell me?"

Wen Jin’s voice came from the door, he had just entered and happened to hear Jing Xiaocha’s words, smiling as he chimed in.

Behind him was Mo Xiuchen, the two walked up to the couch, and Mo Xiuchen pointed to another sofa for Wen Ran.

Wen Ran immediately stood up to make way for Wen Jin.

She and Mo Xiuchen then seated themselves on another sofa.

Seeing Wen Jin enter, Jing Xiaocha showed a hint of surprise in her eyes but quickly smiled again, "Brother Wen, why did you come back?"

"Just now, Ranran called saying they were almost here, so I hurried back. What were you discussing? Were you speaking ill of me without telling me?"

Wen Jin sat next to Jing Xiaocha, looking at her with gentle eyes.

"No, neither Sister Wen nor I were speaking ill of you; we were just chatting."

"Then why wouldn’t you tell me?" Wen Jin clearly didn’t believe her.

Jing Xiaocha blinked, "Because we’re talking about secrets. If you knew, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore."

"Ranran, why don’t we go back home instead of being the third wheel here?"

At this moment, Mo Xiuchen spoke up quietly.

Wen Ran playfully asked, "Brother, what are we having for lunch? If there’s nothing good, we’ll go back home."

"Whatever you want to eat, it’s here. This is also your home, why go back? If you want to return, let Xiuchen go back himself."

Wen Jin unceremoniously kept Wen Ran and pushed Mo Xiuchen away.

Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, "I accompanied Ranran back to her hometown, is this how you treat me?"

Wen Jin stood up nonchalantly, "Then come to my study, I’ll take good care of you."

"Afraid of you?"

Mo Xiuchen stood up defiantly, following Wen Jin as they left the sofa and headed upstairs.

"Sister Wen, are they going to fight?"

Jing Xiaocha watched Wen Jin and Mo Xiuchen head upstairs one after the other, and asked amusedly.

Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, "It’s possible, but we don’t need to help any of them, just wait here for results."

Jing Xiaocha’s mouth twitched slightly, imagining if Mo General and Brother Wen really fought, could Sister Wen really say so calmly not to help either of them?

Obviously not.

**

Because Jing Xiaocha didn’t go out all day, the rumors in the newspaper didn’t affect her much.

She hadn’t looked at the online comments.

In the evening, when Jing Xiaocha went online to check the comments, she found it wasn’t as bad as she feared.

She originally thought the drama would be affected, but what Jing Xiaocha saw was the netizens’ condemnation of the rumors.

Along with their comfort and encouragement for her.

People posted to clarify for her, saying the newspaper reports in the morning were all rumors, even involving Zheng Shirui.

With a twist in the plot, she suddenly became the figure people sympathized with, while Zheng Shirui turned into a vicious, lewd woman.

When Wen Jin opened the door and came in, he saw Jing Xiaocha lying on the bed, her left hand gently tapping the touchscreen, browsing the web.

"Xiaocha, drink some milk."

Wen Jin spoke gently, striding over to the bed with his long legs.

Jing Xiaocha was engrossed in what she was doing; only when she heard Wen Jin’s voice did she realize he had entered, promptly getting up from the bed.

Wen Jin smiled as he watched her, "If it’s comfortable lying there, don’t get up."

"Thank you, Brother Wen."

Jing Xiaocha took the milk he handed her and thanked him with a grin.

"Drink it while it’s hot. What are you looking at?" Wen Jin sat by the bedside, leaning slightly to see her notebook.

Jing Xiaocha smiled faintly, "I’m looking at the online comments. I originally thought many people would criticize me, but no one did."

Wen Jin let out a soft laugh, observing her surprised and adorable expression, gently said, "Netizens have sharp eyes. What they read in the morning was rumors, not true. Why would they criticize you?"

"But if it weren’t for you, Brother Wen, clearing things for me, how would the netizens know those were rumors, not true?"

"Isn’t it my responsibility to do that?" Wen Jin looked deeply at her.

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed; she wasn’t quite used to Wen Jin’s gaze, which made her heart race.

"Hurry and drink; it will get cold soon."

Wen Jin’s eyes softened, becoming gentle.

"Brother Wen, was it you who posted about Zheng Shirui’s affairs online as well?"

Jing Xiaocha was shocked, having seen a little of it; she couldn’t believe Zheng Shirui’s past was like that.

"I didn’t post it online."

Wen Jin shook his head slightly; it wasn’t his doing. He merely told Jin Zheyu about Zheng Shirui’s affairs.

And somehow it made its way online.

Jing Xiaocha wanted to ask something else but saw Wen Jin pointing to the cup in her hand, so she obediently lowered her head and drank the milk.

After half the cup, Jing Xiaocha paused, "I really can’t drink any more, let me rest and then I’ll finish it."

Just as she was about to place the cup on the small table by the bed, Wen Jin’s big hand took it.

He glanced at the remaining half cup of milk, pulled out a tissue for Jing Xiaocha, and said it wouldn’t taste good when cold, then tilted his head and drank the milk she left behind.