Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Adolescence

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Wen Nian noticed that despite Weng Ling being only 24 years old, she possessed a charming innocence and an aura of youthful vitality. She exuded a carefree and lighthearted nature, akin to a student in school. It was effortless to feel relaxed and joyful in her company, appreciating the genuine connection with someone who possessed a playful disposition.

Wen Nian smiled warmly and responded, “Your orchid restaurant isn’t going anywhere. The next time I visit the capital, 1 promise to make a point of visiting it.”

The two bid each other farewell, and Wen Nian hailed a taxi to make her departure. Meanwhile, Weng Ling patiently waited by the roadside, and after a short while, she spotted a familiar car approaching.

As Weng Ling opened the backseat door and swiftly entered the car upon seeing Zhang Lin, she couldn’t help but inquire curiously, “Weren’t you quite busy today? Why did you suddenly find the time to come pick me up?”

Feeling the joyful atmosphere from Weng Ling, Zhang Lin’s mood also lifted considerably. “Well, I realized that I won’t be able to finish my work in a short time, so I decided to drop by.”

Zhang Lin continued saying, “It seems like you had a good time talking to this friend of yours.”

Weng Ling nodded and said that she planned to invite Wen Nian to the Orchid Pavilion next time.

A hint of fondness flickered in Zhang Lin’s eyes, though he swiftly concealed it. He glanced at Weng Ling and offered a warm smile. “Sure, the next time you visit the club, I’ll personally make all the arrangements for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Wen Nian had been filming for almost two months and was used to the life of the production team. Sometimes, she even felt like she had returned to the life of running around the production team in her previous life and doing what she was interested in. She felt tired, but she felt even happier.

After what happened last time, every time Shen Jun saw Jin Ting, he acted as though he was looking at the God of Plague.

However, Jin Ting did not cause any substantial harm. Shen Jun could not do anything to Jin Ting for Zhao Jiao’s sake. He could only find an excuse to slip away after seeing her from afar, which made Zhao Jiao laugh.

Ji Xiang brought Jin Ting into the living room. When she saw the corner of Shen Jun’s clothes disappear, she said in confusion, “Why is this kid running away whenever he sees me?”

Zhao Jiao covered her mouth and laughed. “Ignore him. It has nothing to do with you. His adolescent personality has become strange. Sit down and I’ll go to the kitchen. I specially made some snacks just now.”

Jin Ting let go of Ji Xiang’s hand. “Mom, I’ll help Auntie Zhao.”

Jin Ting entered the kitchen and immediately recognized its familiar layout. She cast a quick glance at the servant who was busy preparing dinner. Making her way towards Zhao Jiao, she leaned in and whispered, “Auntie Zhao, 1 can’t seem to find an opportunity to get close to Brother Shen Jun. It’s as if he’s on high alert around me, as if he’s encountered a zombie!”

Speaking of this, Jin Ting was even angry.

He not only hacked into her social media app but also went as far as deleting all the posts on her WeChat Moments, fueled by a desire for revenge. Among those posts and comments were precious memories that held significant value to her. It left her feeling determined to retaliate with an even more ruthless action.

Zhao Jiao found amusement once again and advised, “Let’s pause for now. There’s no need to rush. If we push too hard, I may not be able to restrain him if he truly becomes furious. Remember, the sea is eerily calm before a storm. I have one final significant move to make, but it won’t happen hastily. You’ll need to exercise patience and wait.”

Only then did Jin Ting nod in relief. A scheming smile appeared on her face.

Shen Jun had been overwhelmed with his recent workload, forcing him to promptly return to Hai City. The company affairs in the capital required him to engage in online communication once again. With limited time available, he had to hastily convey the strategic direction for the upcoming six months before departing from the capital. As a result, he usually only managed to meet Wen Nian when she was attending her classes.

The filming was scheduled to conclude the following day. However, Wen Nian unexpectedly had to shoot a few scenes on that day, resulting in the cancellation of her supplementary class. By the time filming wrapped up, it was already 11:30 PM. The production team would continue working until 1 AM. Exhausted and impatient, Wen Nian decided not to wait and opted to take a taxi back.

As soon as they reached the roadside, Wen Nian felt someone approaching from behind and quickly turned around warily.

As Wen Nian listened attentively, a hissing sound pierced her ears, accompanied by the appearance of a dense fog before her eyes.

In a panicked response, Wen Nian swiftly brought her hand to her nose, attempting to shield herself. However, her efforts proved futile as it was already too late. She collapsed lifelessly. The mysterious figure dressed in black, donning a distinctive mask, quickly stowed away the spray and rushed forward to aid Wen Nian.

From a distance, a car approached rapidly. The man in black swiftly scooped up Wen Nian and hurriedly carried her into the waiting van.

Inside the car, another man produced a small box, a sinister smile creeping across his face. “Put her phone in here,” he instructed. “With this little device, even if the other party possesses exceptional skills, they won’t be able to establish a connection to the phone and trace its location. The boss said that the anticipation can often be more excruciating.”

Wen Nian regained consciousness and found herself in what appeared to be a hotel room. Feeling a lingering dizziness, she shook her head twice to clear her senses. As her vision cleared, she noticed a man dressed in a suit seated on the sofa near the window. He was engrossed in his work, typing on the laptop positioned on his lap, his head slightly bowed.

Wen Nian took a closer look and recognized Zhang Lin.

With his gaze fixed on the computer screen, Zhang Lin greeted Wen Nian calmly, “Miss Wen, did you have a restful night?”