Chapter 361: President Wen, How Am I Difficult to Coax? I Think I’m Easy to Coax

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

Yu Anwan quickly swallowed the medicine. Due to the fever, Yu Anwan passed out again after a short while.

In her unconscious state, Yu Anwan consistently felt as if she were leaning against a broad and sturdy chest.

She could still sense the man’s dry hand in her palm, along with the familiar scent of tobacco mixed with the fragrance of ocean-scented aftershave. It enveloped Yu Anwan completely.

As if a pair of invisible hands had completely pulled her into a dream.

She couldn’t wake up again.

The dream contained numerous people, but it ultimately fixated on Wen Jin.

Yu Anwan’s breathing became tense. Then, Yu Anwan opened her eyes.

Everything from the dream dissipated.

Surrounding her was the familiar suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, yet Wen Jin was nowhere to be seen.

Yu Anwan felt a moment of confusion.

Had Wen Jin truly been here?

This time, having likely slept and rested deeply, Yu Anwan felt more energized.

She got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and then headed outside the room.

There, Yu Anwan noticed a tin foil box on the dining table.

There was also a black Rimowa suitcase on the side. The man’s suit jacket was casually placed on the sofa.

Yu Anwan calmly opened the tin foil box.

Inside were the dishes she had mentioned earlier, though now they appeared cold.

Subconsciously checking the time, she realized it was already evening.

“You’re awake?” Wen Jin entered from the balcony, smoothly putting away his phone.

Yu Anwan observed without showing any emotion.

“The fever has gone down,” Wen Jin said, approaching Yu Anwan and placing his large hand on her forehead.

Yu Anwan remained silent.

“I had Tom come over to administer a fever-reducing injection just now, ” Wen Jin explained.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” Yu Anwan asked, not expecting a specific answer.

Wen Jin simply nodded.

Yu Anwan understood that the events before weren’t a dream but a tangible reality.

Now, Yu Anwan became quiet, gazing at the cold food in front of her. Despite looking, smelling, and tasting delicious, the coldness gave it a somewhat unappetizing appearance.

Yet, Yu Anwan took a glance at the food before shifting her gaze to Wen Jin.

The moment Yu Anwan looked up, her eyes met Wen Jin’s gaze.

There was a complex glint in his eyes as he gazed directly at Yu Anwan.

Yu Anwan couldn’t explain why, but suddenly her heart started racing.

She should have treated Wen Jin with a heart as calm as water.

But now, her demeanor was anything but calm.

Wen Jin’s voice came calmly. “Hmm.”

Yu Anwan remained composed, but her gaze on Wen Jin didn’t waver a bit. “So, Wen Jin, can I know what you’re up to?”

Wen Jin didn’t speak.

“Isn’t it good for you to be with Lu Nanxin? Why do you have to appear in front of me?” Yu Anwan questioned Wen Jin.

Wen Jin didn’t respond. He simply lowered his eyes, deep in thought.

Yu Anwan pursed her lips and shifted her attention to the food in front of her.

Wen Jin nodded.

In truth, Yu Anwan could tell at a glance that Wen Jin had prepared the food.

While there were Chinese restaurants in Paris, there were very few that could match Wen Jin’s skill level. Yu Anwan didn’t want to inquire about how Wen Jin had gained access to the kitchen and ingredients. This person had both the skills and resources.

Unfortunately, the food had gone cold.

Otherwise, Wen Jin’s culinary skills were undeniably excellent.

Observing Wen Jin’s every move, Yu Anwan couldn’t shake the feeling that they were searching for sweetness in broken glass.

He could be incredibly harsh at times, yet unbelievably sweet at sometimes.

However, Yu Anwan wasn’t in his heart.

What was the point?

With these thoughts, Yu Anwan lowered her gaze and fell into silence.

Meanwhile, Wen Jin had approached Yu Anwan. Even when his leather shoes appeared before her eyes, she didn’t bother looking up.

It wasn’t until Wen Jin’s slender, well-defined hand gripped Yu Anwan’s chin.

Forcibly, he made Yu Anwan look at him.

A deep voice slowly spilled out from his thin lips. “Why is it so difficult to coax you? Why can’t I coax you properly?”

The tone lacked the usual rage but carried a hint of helplessness.

Yu Anwan looked up and noticed a trace of indulgence in Wen Jin’s eyes as if he was indulging her temper and personality.

This surprised her.

However, in this situation, Yu Anwan didn’t express her emotions too overtly. Instead, she looked at Wen Jin with a half-smile.

“President Wen, how am I difficult to coax? I think I’m quite easy to please.” Wen Jin remained silent.

“President Wen, aren’t you trying to coax me? I’m hungry,” Yu Anwan said in a more serious tone.

The tin foil box was still open, and the dishes inside had already cooled down.

“What do you want to eat?” Wen Jin asked without looking at it.

His attitude remained pleasant.

For a moment, Yu Anwan had the illusion that she was in the palm of Wen Jin’s hand.

As she looked at her current state, sick and uncomfortable, Wen Jin appeared in front of her again, seeming somewhat aggrieved. Yu Anwan suddenly lost her temper.

To be more precise, she didn’t want to create more trouble for herself in this situation.

Wen Jin compromised, and Yu Anwan cooperated.

It was like searching for candy in broken glass.

Yu Anwan had imagined countless times Wen Jin’s tender affection for her, and now it had manifested under such circumstances.

There was nothing wrong with that.

In Yu Anwan’s view, the alternative way to get back at Lu Nanxin was to keep Wen Jin by her side.

If Lu Nanxin couldn’t have him, that would bring her joy.

Heh…

Even amidst the glass shards, she could precisely locate the sweetness.

Suffering was simply out of the question for her.

“Do you just get me whatever I say, President Wen?” Yu Anwan’s tone was lazy and hoarse.

“Yes,” Wen Jin replied.

“Hot and sour noodles,” Yu Anwan casually stated.

Her stuffy nose called for something with a strong flavor.

Wen Jin took a glance and then proceeded to prepare.

Yu Anwan was momentarily taken aback before she regained her composure. “What would you like to eat now?” Wen Jin halted and observed Yu Anwan quietly.

“Just these,” Yu Anwan responded straightforwardly.

She was referring to the dishes Wen Jin had prepared earlier.

“These are cold,” Wen Jin stated bluntly. “It’s not advisable to eat them.”

“You just need to heat them. Wasting food is punishable by the heavens. I’ve taught Dabao and Xiaobao not to waste food since they were young.” Yu Anwan’s tone remained lazy.

“Alright?” Wen Jin looked at Yu Anwan and silently curled his lips.

Yu Anwan remained motionless, coiled up on the sofa.

However, her gaze was fixed on Wen Jin.

Wen Jin picked up the cold food, arranged for the hotel kitchen to heat it, and then sent it over.

By the time it reached Yu Anwan, the rice was already steaming hot..