The more Wen Zhan thought about it, the more panicked he became. He was a dignified President Wen and could talk and laugh with foreign leaders, but when he encountered Wu Yang, he was always in a state of chaos.

"Where exactly did Wu Yang go?" He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at Yan Lang.

When Yan Lang saw that he was anxious, she felt proud in her heart, "Why are you asking so many questions? Who are you to her?"

He deliberately used Wen Zhan's current namelessness to provoke Wen Zhan. Sure enough, Wen Zhan's throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and he was choked speechless.

However, the childish Wen Zhan was unwilling to admit defeat in front of his love rivals. With Wu Yang away, he said confidently, "I'm her boyfriend."

"No, it's my ex-boyfriend."

Wu Yang's tired voice suddenly came from behind him. Wen Zhan turned around guiltily and watched her wearily walk past him.

He hurriedly pulled out a chair for Wu Yang, then quietly pushed Yan Lang aside and took the initiative to sit beside Wu Yang.

Normally, Wu Yang would have been far away from him, but today, she had expended a lot of effort on acupuncture for Chen Yuanyuan, and she was too tired to lift her hand.

"You have to know that you've worked so hard, so I won't hold a press conference. I'll let you retire and marry into the Wen Clan to be the Young Mistress." Relying on Wu Yang's lack of strength, Wen Zhan held her hand and massaged her.

Wu Yang rolled his eyes at him and yawned loudly just as he was about to speak.

Seeing this, Yan Lang unwillingly opened the takeout brought by Wen Zhan and handed her a cup of milk tea. "Are you hungry? Brother, take a rest and take you to eat delicious food."

Wu Yang was so comforted by Wen Zhan that he almost fell asleep. He muttered in a daze, "I want to sleep."

In the blink of an eye, she fell asleep. Seeing this, Wen Zhan gently hugged her in his arms and quietly walked out.

Being seized the first opportunity again, Yan Lang unwillingly wanted to win over Wu Yang.

However, as soon as he rushed in front of Wen Zhan, he was warned by Wen Zhan before he could speak.

"Don't wake her up." Unlike his gentle appearance in front of Wu Yang, in the eyes of outsiders, he had always been worthy of being the cold-faced King of Hell.

Yan Lang's subordinates, who were hanging in midair, were stunned. He stared at Wu Yang's face for ten seconds before finally letting go of his frustration.

"If you dare to make a move on her, I will definitely not spare you!"

"Heh, it's not your turn to worry about my woman."

This battle of words ended with Wen Zhan's victory. Yan Lang glared at his departing back angrily and threw a fire into the air.

Wen Zhan immediately carried Wu Yang back to the car. Just as he was about to let go of Wu Yang, he didn't want to move and was stopped by Wu Yang Lou.

"Don't leave!" Wu Yang, who had fallen into a nightmare, pleaded with her sister who was standing on the roof of the building in her dream. In reality, she hugged Wen Zhan's arm while in her dream, she hugged Wu Guan's waist tightly.

Wen Zhan's arm was like a life-saving straw, as if as long as she didn't let go, her sister wouldn't fall.

Wen Zhan stiffened his body and let her hold him. Although he didn't know what she was dreaming about, his heart still ached when he saw her frown and sweat all over her head.

"Go back to Miss Wu's house." As he instructed the driver, he held Wu Yang in his arms.

The petite Wu Yang was nest in his embrace, like a baby beast being cared for.

Wen Zhan's fingers gently sliced across her cheeks. When he thought of the pain and suffering she had suffered for the past six years, his heart ached as if it had been torn apart.

The car quickly drove downstairs from Wu Yang's rental apartment. Seeing that Wu Yang was sleeping soundly, Wen Zhan wanted to "reluctantly" send her home "by the way.

He boasted that he was a calm gentleman, but when he carried Wu Yang out of the car and walked upstairs, his heart was beating with excitement.

When he reached the door and looked at the tightly locked door, Wen Zhan covered his ears and whispered to Wu Yang, "I didn't mean to touch you."

As he spoke, his hand touched Wu Yang's shirt pocket. Because he wanted to hug her with one hand, he had to get closer.

When Wu Yang woke up, he saw Wen Zhan's enlarged handsome face. Her lips could be pressed against his red earlobes. As long as she spoke, she would kiss him.

Wu Yang's heart started to beat wildly. She glared at Wen Zhan nervously, afraid that he would notice her heart beating too loudly.

When Wen Zhan reached for the key and stood up to open the door, Wu Yang suddenly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, allowing him to carry him back to his room.

Six years ago, they had been so intimate, but now, only by pretending like this could they find some of the shadows of the past.

Wen Zhan gently placed Wu Yang back on the bed, and then he stood at the bedside, staring at her face with a deep gaze.

"Wu Yang, Wu Guan … who exactly are you?" He muttered to himself in a low voice, his hand involuntarily covering Wu Yang's face.

Wu Yang resisted the itching on his face and refused to open his eyes. However, a heavy breath suddenly sounded in front of her. Even if she didn't open her eyes, she could guess that Wen Zhan was trying to secretly kiss her.

Wu Yang clenched her fists and forced herself to hold back. However, when Wen Zhan's kiss was about to fall, she still couldn't control it and suddenly opened her eyes.

Unexpectedly, in front of him was his sharp chin line.

"Tsk, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep until dawn." Wen Zhan looked at Wu Yang mockingly, his eyes shining with the light of a victor.

Only then did Wu Yang realize that he had been tricked by him, and two red clouds couldn't help but appear on his face in anger.

"Boring." She turned around angrily and didn't want to talk to him again.

It had been a long time since Wen Zhan had seen Wu Yang being petty with him, but he was overjoyed to see her get angry.

He bent down and placed his arms around Wu Yang's waist. He patiently and gently coaxed, "Are you hungry? I'll treat you to dinner."

"Not hungry." Wu Yang buried her face under the blanket and rubbed it. She hadn't slept enough and had no appetite to eat.

Wen Zhan saw that it was rare for her to let go of her guard. Suddenly, evil came from her courage, and she sneakily rolled over and went to bed.

"Wu Yang." Wen Zhan suddenly shouted.

Wu Yang answered in a daze. He thought that he had something to say, so he turned around and didn't want to directly get into Wen Zhan's arms.

It was at this moment that Wen Zhan waited. Taking advantage of Wu Yang's lack of time to break free, he hugged her waist and forced her closer to him.

"Wu Yang, I love you."

Half asleep and half awake, she heard a confession. It was probably an ordinary romance that all women were looking forward to.

Wu Yang wasn't surprised. Six years ago, what she wanted the most was this moment.

However, it was also said that it was six years ago, and her current confession sounded incomparably ironic to her.

The primal chaos in her head only lasted for about a second. She immediately woke up and pushed Wen Zhan away.