Chapter 360: Wen Jin, I Want to Eat What You Made

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At that moment, at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris.

Yu Anwan didn’t know how long she had slept, but she felt completely drained.

Her stomach was growling from hunger, and she truly had no energy left.

Struggling to get up, she intended to call the hotel’s customer service for some food. Otherwise, Yu Anwan feared she might become the first person to starve to death in the hotel.

Just as Yu Anwan managed to get up, the sound of the suite door opening caught her attention.

Yu Anwan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously thought it was Tom.

Yu Anwan decided to give up on making the call and asked Tom to prepare food for her.

However, when she saw the person entering, she was visibly shocked. She never expected Wen Jin to be the one standing in front of her.

Wen Jin, in a worn black suit, approached calmly, his brow furrowed.

From his demeanor, it was evident that Wen Jin was not in a good mood.

Yet, what did Wen Jin’s mood have to do with her?

Yu Anwan’s voice was so hoarse that she had no intention of saying a word.

She even absurdly considered whether Wen Jin had flown to Paris just to argue with her because she had blocked him.

Moreover, Lu Nanxin was still unwell in the hospital.

It wasn’t easy for Lu Nanxin to gain the upper hand, so how could Yu Anwan easily let Wen Jin off the hook?

Remaining composed, Yu Anwan didn’t pay attention to Wen Jin.

Wen Jin had already approached her.

Leaning over, he placed his hand on Yu Anwan’s head.

“Yu Anwan, aren’t you a doctor? Don’t doctors take care of themselves when they’re sick? Running such a high fever? Are you just sleeping here? Aren’t you afraid of burning yourself to death?” Wen Jin’s tone was confrontational.

“It would be just perfect if I burned to death, right? President Wen, you can easily find a new Mrs. Wen.”

“You…” Wen Jin glared at Yu Anwan.

He hadn’t expected that even in her current state, Yu Anwan would still confront him.

However, as he listened to Yu Anwan’s exhausted voice, Wen Jin’s anger dissipated instantly.

Ignoring Wen Jin’s words, Yu Anwan picked up her phone, ready to call Tom.

When Wen Jin saw Yu Anwan’s phone, he became furious and snatched it away without uttering a word.

“Wen Jin, give me back my phone,” Yu Anwan said, enunciating each word with patience.

If she hadn’t been completely drained of energy, Yu Anwan might have grabbed the lamp nearby and smashed it directly into Wen Jin’s face.

“Who gave you the right to blacklist me?” Wen Jin showed no intention of returning the phone.

“Oh, so President Wen has already cheated on me. If I don’t block you, should I still keep you?” Yu Anwan responded expressionlessly.

As she replied, Yu Anwan coughed a few times uncontrollably.

In her current exhausted state, Yu Anwan appeared fiercely stubborn.

Wen Jin couldn’t help but laugh, realizing that he had come to Paris with anger, intending to interrogate Yu Anwan with numerous questions.

However, observing Yu Anwan’s present condition, Wen Jin eventually softened.

“Tom said you’ve been sleeping here for a day and a night,” Wen Jin remarked casually.

Yu Anwan was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t expected to sleep for such an extended period.

“Let’s eat something first. We’ll discuss other matters after we’ve eaten,” Wen Jin said without any intention of engaging in an argument with Yu Anwan.

Of course, Yu Anwan lacked the strength for that as well.

Now that she had awakened after a day and night of sleep, her strength had returned, but hunger had nearly starved her.

Yu Anwan nodded in agreement.

Without saying a word, Wen Jin promptly picked up the landline to inform room service.

Observing Wen Jin from her current angle, Yu Anwan happened to catch a glimpse of his side profile.

His nose bridge was high, and his eyes were deep. His tall figure leaned against the table.

Every move he made resembled that of a noble young master.

It was no wonder that so many women coveted Wen Jin. Now, this person had personally flown to Paris.

Yu Anwan couldn’t fathom what Wen Jin intended to do.

“Wen Jin,” Yu Anwan blurted out in the next moment.

Wen Jin glanced at Yu Anwan and apologized to the person on the phone in fluent French.

Before Wen Jin could inquire, Yu Anwan’s voice calmly emerged, “I don’t want to eat hotel food.’

It was true. She had a bland palate, and Yu Anwan craved something with flavor.

“What do you want to eat?” Wen Jin asked with a good-natured tone.

He was completely different from the man who had appeared in front of her with towering anger.

This Wen Jin seemed like he had traveled thousands of miles to make her happy.

Yu Anwan lowered her head and licked her dry lips.

“Kung Pao Chicken, Fish Flavored Shredded Pork, Stir Fried Water Spinach with Fermented Bean Curd, and Pork Rib Soup.” Yu Anwan stated without much thought.

“Are you looking for trouble?” Wen Jin frowned.

This was Paris. How could a hotel in Paris have such heavy Chinese food? “I’ll have Tom prepare it.” Yu Anwan ignored Wen Jin for the next second.

Then, Yu Anwan turned around to make a call.

Wen Jin moved even faster, grabbing Yu Anwan’s hand, and his deep eyes focused on her. “Let me handle it.

Yu Anwan fell silent.

“Is that all?” Wen Jin asked again, “Do you have any other requests?”

As Yu Anwan listened, she had no idea what Wen Jin was planning.

And this person’s voice was extremely gentle as if he was genuinely coaxing her.

“Wen Jin, did you come to Paris to quarrel with me or to coax me?” Yu Anwan blurted out.

He seemed to be asking straightforwardly.

“Coaxing you,” Wen Jin stared at Yu Anwan without blinking.

This voice sounded a little awkward, carrying the embarrassment and uneasiness of being seen through.

“Wen Jin, what are you trying to do?” Yu Anwan raised an eyebrow.

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“I’m coaxing you, and you’re still suspecting my intentions? Do you think I’d resort to killing you to silence you when I want to do something?” Wen Jin scoffed.

What kind of woman was so hard to please?

He wouldn’t be swayed.

“Oh,” Yu Anwan replied. “Alright. Since President Wen wants to coax me, I won’t give President Wen any face.” Wen Jin scoffed.

Listen to Yu Anwan’s tone of voice.

It seemed like she was giving alms.

Wen Jin could have turned around and walked away, but his feet seemed frozen in place.

“Wen Jin, I want to eat something you’ve made,” Yu Anwan finished her request.

Wen Jin was speechless.

Yu Anwan knew how to find trouble.

Yu Anwan felt that Wen Jin would immediately fall out with her.

“Yes,” Wen Jin replied. “Drink the milk first. I’ll handle it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jin indeed heated the milk for Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan took the milk and sipped it slowly.

She also got up and tidied herself up.

However, Yu Anwan still felt weak due to her severe cold.

This time, Yu Anwan returned to her bed and glanced at the medicine beside her. She remembered that she had overslept and hadn’t taken her medicine..