Chapter 2 They're All Pretty Good_1

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No matter what kind of murderous look was on the man's face, she pretended not to see it and swaggered out of the hotel.

The cold wind was biting on an autumn night, and Wen Zhi shivered as soon as she stepped outside.

Just as she got into the car, her agent Yan Xi tossed her a blanket and chuckled at her, "Did you have fun?"

While talking, Yan Xi handed her a phone to look at.

Wen Zhi leisurely flipped through the photos, her beautiful eyes filled with indifference. After looking through them, her smile widened, "Not bad, quite the photographer."

From the moment He Hanjin entered the private room, to them tugging at each other outside the room, and then getting on the hotel's elevator, the angles were chosen well, the interactions seemed intimate, He Hanjin's face was captured clearly, and she just happened to only show her back.

If these pictures were seen by someone prone to overthinking, like He Hanjin's haunting-crush, they would definitely break down.

Five years had passed, Wen City had changed, but this time upon her return, she wasn't just going to give He Hanjin a gift, she intended to present one to the entire He Family.

As for what it was, naturally, it was these lovely photos on the phone.

Wen Zhi fell asleep shortly after returning to her downtown apartment, and before long, the doorbell rang.

As she got up, she thought to herself how quickly the people from the He Family had come.

However, she didn't go straight to open the door but turned into the bathroom to put on some light makeup.

"Wen Zhi, hurry up and open the door," a sharp female voice rang out from outside, "I know you're home."

With the He Family's influence in Wen City, it wasn't difficult to find out where she currently lived. Her expression calm, she opened the door, and as expected, saw He Wenyan standing there.

She wore Miu Miu's latest butterfly hairpin, dressed in a princess outfit, her hair done up in a bun—she looked the part indeed.

But Wen Zhi would not forget how, during their school years, He Wenyan and her clique cornered her in the school bathroom, how they turned a hair straightener up to the highest temperature, then approached her face as if to press it down.

The bone-deep fear and the clear sensation of heat, even after so many years, Wen Zhi still found it impossible to forget whenever she thought of it.

Indeed, who could forget something like that?

In the instant their eyes met, He Wenyan curled her lips in a condescending manner, "I've been knocking for so long, I thought you were going to hide in your shell and were too scared to see me."

Wen Zhi didn't retaliate directly but only smiled, "Miss He, it's been a while."

Clearly irritated by her nonchalant demeanor, He Wenyan directly opened her phone and confronted her with the photos.

"Is this woman you?"

He Wenyan glared at Wen Zhi with venomous eyes and gritted teeth.

She knew the moment she saw the photo that the woman in the pictures was none other than Wen Zhi, the despised woman's look was something she could recognize even if it was turned to ashes.

Wen Zhi's non-response infuriated He Wenyan, "Wen Zhi, I didn't expect you to remain as low as before after all these years, climbing into my brother's bed the moment you got back into the country."

Wen Zhi's expression remained calm, as she was used to this by now, "Yes, it's been five years, of course, the first thing I'd do upon my return is to find brother, I've missed him to death."

Her tone was frivolous and suggestive.

"You bitch!"

He Wenyan could no longer hold back, raising her hand to slap Wen Zhi across the face.

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With a "smack," her face was slapped to one side, and Wen Zhi licked her lips, seeming to taste a hint of blood.

Wen Zhi just sneered coldly, without any reaction.

However, He Wenyan seemed not to be satisfied, she lifted her hand, intending to deliver another slap, but this time her wrist was caught by someone.

"Wenyan, what are you doing?"

He Hanjin's deep voice came from behind.

The next second, He Wenyan stiffly turned her head, and her expression changed, "Brother, why are you here too?"

Without directly answering her question, he said in a low voice, "Shen Chenxuan is waiting for you downstairs."

He Wenyan hesitated for a moment, then ran to the bedside to make sure he really had come before she left the place.

Now only He Hanjin and Wen Zhi were left at the doorway.

He Hanjin didn't speak, simply watching her quietly.

When the atmosphere finally became too awkward to continue, Wen Zhi's gaze darkened, and she sneered, "Brother isn't leaving. Are you waiting here to be caught in a photo again?"

Her words were sharp and sarcastic.

But He Hanjin didn't seem to blame her at all, his straightforward gaze resting on her face, before his cool fingertips gently touched her cheek, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Zhi's body stiffened for a moment, then she quickly stepped back, her eyes wary, "What does it have to do with you?"

Ignoring her question again, He Hanjin's deep gaze persisted on her, his tone calm, "Shen Chenxuan and He Wenyan are getting engaged."

Processing the two names he mentioned, Wen Zhi couldn't help but laugh, "So brother, you came to find me so late just to inform me of this? Or is the message so important that you needed to make a personal visit?"

The man didn't respond, and Wen Zhi continued, "There was indeed a relationship between Shen Chenxuan and me, but we broke up many years ago, and besides, who hasn't been young? The wrong choices made at the time don't need to be mentioned anymore."

Wen Zhi leisurely stepped back, arms crossed, amusedly looking towards He Hanjin, "I've been abroad for these five years, had countless boyfriends, and each one I met was a million times better than Shen Chenxuan."

Before she could finish her words, He Hanjin had already approached within a few steps, pushing her into the room.

After the door was closed, he forcefully pinned her to the wall.

Seemingly very satisfied with the man's reaction, Wen Zhi stared straight into those dark eyes, smiling happily.

The air pressure around them was dreadfully low, but she still boldly placed her hand on the man's chest, extending a finger and gently drawing circles.

Her warm breath spilled into the man's ear, "These five years have been too long, long enough for me to change many boyfriends."

Upon hearing this, He Hanjin's face became even more overcast.

Wen Zhi enjoyed He Hanjin's reaction very much, moving her finger down, gently tracing the man's abs, and her voice was as gentle as dripping water, "Honestly, when I first got abroad, I almost had nightmares every night, dreaming about how I was driven out by the He Family."

Her hand movements paused, then she continued, word by word, "But I found that as long as I slept with different men every night, as long as they kept my company, I would no longer have the energy to think about those painful things. Besides, they were all pretty good, both in skills and energy..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp pain spread across her neck.

The man bit down hard on her collarbone, showing no intention to treat her with tenderness or care.

"Shut up."