"I’m being pretentious?" Shen Zhaoli asked calmly and softly. Wen Jiao couldn’t quite figure out his attitude, but she pressed on, saying, "If not, then what? If this isn’t being pretentious, then what is?" Shen Zhaoli, tired of arguing with Wen Jiao, closed his eyes, chuckled, and slowly said, "Sooner or later, I’ll deal with you." Wen Jiao, from his seemingly non-joking words, sensed something too extreme. She shut her mouth and silently ended the topic. It’s unclear how much time passed, but suddenly Shen Zhaoli propped himself up on his arm and looked at her. They were too close to each other. Even in the thick of night, Wen Jiao could still clearly see Shen Zhaoli’s eyebrows and eyes. She became extremely nervous, her voice trembling, "You... you’re going to deal with me now?" "What are you thinking about every day?" Shen Zhaoli sounded quite speechless. He paused, his voice becoming softer and more enticing, "Jiaojiao, I want to hold you while we sleep, is that ok?" He was always good at taking an inch and wanting a mile. Wen Jiao thought this. Yet she still silently scooted over a bit and said, "Then come here and hold me." She couldn’t afford to lose face verbally, that was always her way. Laughing softly as he fell asleep, he held Wen Jiao as she asked. Wen Jiao felt his body temperature and his hands around her waist, not too tight yet firm, held her captive. Most of her sleepiness dissipated, and with her eyes open, she tentatively asked, "Shen Zhaoli, are you tired?" "Hmm," Shen Zhaoli said, "I wasn’t tired initially, but talking to you made me feel sleepy." Wen Jiao was very displeased, "Am I some kind of sleep aid! What do you mean talking to me makes you sleepy!" Holding her with a muffled smile, Shen Zhaoli lightly sighed, casually saying, "I don’t sleep well when I am abroad." "You... you must have had a tough time abroad, right?" Maybe it was because the darkness veiled their vision, many things they usually wouldn’t say were easier to express now. Wen Jiao said, "Shen Zhaoli, if I kept refusing, when were you planning to come back?" Wen Jiao thought he would say something melodramatic. Something like, I am willing to wait until the day you willingly accept me. But Shen Zhaoli did not follow the expected script. He said, "Then, I’ll just wait until I lose all hope in you, and then I’ll come back." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel★fire.net Wen Jiao blinked and couldn’t help but laugh, "Oh." "What are you laughing at?" "Nothing." Wen Jiao patted the back of Shen Zhaoli’s hand and said, "Let’s sleep!" They held each other the entire night. When Wen Jiao woke up the next day, she found herself resting on Shen Zhaoli’s arm. She sat up and heard the man behind her gently hiss. Wen Jiao anxiously turned her head to look at Shen Zhaoli, "What’s wrong?" "Why didn’t you move away then!" Wen Jiao was a bit nervous, "How is it? Your arm didn’t get injured, did it?" "If I had moved away, wouldn’t you have woken up? You sleep like a little pig in the late night, even drooling. I really couldn’t bear to wake you," Shen Zhaoli replied slowly, as Wen Jiao’s nervous expression turned into shock. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, realizing only later that Shen Zhaoli was teasing her. Wen Jiao was instantly a bit annoyed, "You tricked me!" "It’s mainly because you’re too easy to trick," Shen Zhaoli pinched his arm and got up, walking towards the washroom, and Wen Jiao, watching his back, gradually calmed down. In this world, apart from Shen Zhaoli, who else would tolerate being her pillow for a night and remain silent? When one is loved, they should learn to be content. Thinking thus, Wen Jiao had a dazed look in her eyes. Wen Yongwei was making breakfast with little Bian Xiao in the morning; the youngster had a finely crafted cute face with large eyes, combining all the good features of Bian Yue and Shen Jinci, simply impeccable. The first time Wen Yongwei saw Bian Xiao, he actually thought Xiao was a girl because the little one was wearing a boys’ baseball outfit! People are always patient with beautiful children, and even more so if they are sensible, beautiful, and sweet-spoken. In the kitchen, Bian Xiao spoke in a tender voice, "Grandpa! You look so cool cooking! Dad only cooks for mom! He won’t let me go in when he’s cooking, unlike Grandpa, you even let me help wash the tomatoes! Grandpa, you are so nice!" Wen Yongwei couldn’t stop smiling, admiring Bian Xiao more the more he looked, chuckling, "Xiaoxiao, you can stay as long as you want! Grandpa’s place welcomes Xiaoxiao the most!" "Really? Grandpa, you can also come to my house! My mom, dad, and Xiaoxiao would all welcome grandpa!" "Of course, of course!" Wen Yongwei laughed, the wrinkles by his eyes all squeezed together, he dried his hands from washing, touched Bian Xiao’s fluffy little face and said softly, "Thank you, Xiaoxiao! Grandpa will definitely come to Xiaoxiao’s house and stay for a long time!" The elderly and the young enjoying their conversation, as though they were forgetting their age gap. Bian Xiao shuffled closer to Wen Yongwei, blinking his eyes, said, "Then, Xiaoxiao wants 3 sunny-side-up eggs for breakfast!" "Then grandpa will make 6 eggs! Xiaoxiao can eat as many as he wants!" Little Bian Xiao felt genuinely delighted; Aunt Wen Jiao’s house was so nice! He hoped his parents would play for a few more days! And not come back for now! When everyone sat down at the dining table, Bian Xiao’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the pile of sunny-side-up eggs, and he enjoyed them immensely. Wen Jiao was quite shocked, "Dad... didn’t you always tell me that we need to eat a balanced diet and not be picky eaters?" Wen Yongwei watched Bian Xiao sweetly, the child was cute even when eating. Dismissing it casually, Wen Yongwei said, "Aiyo, let the child eat what he likes! Look at our Xiaoxiao, he eats so well and nicely!" Wen Jiao was frustrated, her emphasis growing stronger, "When I was picky as a child, that’s not what you said! You used to say that there’s a proper way to eat!" On the side, Shen Zhaoli sipped his coffee, watching the father and daughter bicker with an amused expression. Seeing that he couldn’t outtalk Wen Jiao but also reluctant to admit spoiling the child, he shifted the topic to Shen Zhaoli, saying, "Zhaoli, now that you’re back, don’t go away again." "Father, don’t worry, I’ve delegated the overseas project to someone else, and it won’t require my long-term presence abroad. From now on, I’ll be here at home, taking good care of you together with Wen Jiao!" Wen Yongwei loved to hear this but wasn’t too pleased. He waved his hand, "I’m old bones now, why trouble you young people! Besides, when do you and Wen Jiao plan to have kids!" Wen Jiao, who had just snatched a sunny-side-up egg from Bian Xiao’s small bowl, dropped it from her fork onto the table. Her face went red as she stammered looking at Wen Yongwei, "Dad! What are you saying!"