Chapter 414: Drunken Confession
Zhan Hanjue received a call from Ye Ningwan to pick her up. When he arrived at the bar, he saw Ye Ningwan and Wu Taotao sitting at a table, talking to a young boy.
The boy seemed to be around twenty, standing there like a schoolboy, being scolded by Ye Ningwan pointing at his nose.
"You, so young, coming to this kind of place and hitting on me, do you know how old your sister is? Do you know how old your sister’s son is? Do you know how handsome your sister’s husband is?"
"I don’t know, I just know that sister is very beautiful, and I like her a lot." The boy, despite being scolded, was not deterred and still confessed.
Ye Ningwan sneered and continued to lecture the boy: "Do you know what love is? You’re only interested because sister is beautiful now. In ten years, twenty years, when I’m no longer beautiful, will you still like sister then?"
"Who knows about things that far away. I just know I like sister now, so can’t you accept me?" The boy blinked his eyes, looking expectantly.
Ye Ningwan shook her head: "No, you’re just a little brat, you know nothing. Besides, sister already has a man. Look, my man is here."
Ye Ningwan looked up, saw Zhan Hanjue standing not far away, and began to giggle foolishly.
Zhan Hanjue felt both angry and amused—angry that someone dared to hit on his wife while he wasn’t around, and amused that she remembered she had a man even when drunk.
He strode forward, scooped Ye Ningwan into his arms, and instructed the bodyguard to help Wu Taotao up. To the surprised young boy, he said, "I’m her man. There are plenty of people who like her, but too bad, with me around, none of you stand a chance."
With that, he carried Ye Ningwan out, leaving the young boy in shock.
The bodyguard also took Wu Taotao away.
The young boy stood there, stunned, watching them leave for quite a while before coming back to his senses.
Some onlookers, seeing the spectacle, chuckled and patted the young boy’s shoulder.
The young boy was quite good-looking, like a little pretty boy.
At first, the onlookers thought Ye Ningwan would accept him.
After all, these days, beautiful older sisters do like younger boys.
But when they saw Zhan Hanjue, they realized how impressive this beautiful older sister’s man was.
Even if the young boy grew up another ten or twenty years, he might not measure up.
"Don’t be too upset, losing to a man like that isn’t shameful."
The young boy chuckled and nodded, leaving the bar.
Once outside, he took out his phone and made a call: "I tried, but she’s not interested in younger guys, and she gave me a good scolding, like my headteacher."
A gentle laugh came from the other side, asking in a low voice, "So what did she say? Tell me everything in detail."
"She kept saying I’m too young and asked if I’d still like her when she’s no longer pretty in ten or twenty years. She said I don’t even understand what liking someone means, that I’m just mesmerized by appearances. Also, she said she has a man. That man did show up, and he really was an impressive guy."
"Naturally, the man she likes would be impressive. I understand, the money will be sent to your account. Leave Jiangcheng immediately, don’t let Zhan Hanjue see you again." The person on the other side said slowly.
"Okay." The young boy hung up the call.
Meanwhile, Ye Ningwan was still in the car.
Zhan Hanjue had instructed the bodyguard to take Wu Taotao in another vehicle, fearing he couldn’t handle two drunk women at once.
Moreover, as soon as Ye Ningwan got into the car, she leaned against him and fell asleep.
He was content to hold her as she slept, whereas he didn’t want Wu Taotao to touch him even a little.
However, Ye Ningwan woke up halfway through.
She opened her eyes and looked at the bustling streets outside the car window, frowning in confusion and asking groggily, "Where is this?"
"Sweetheart, we’re going home," Zhan Hanjue said softly and gently.
"Home?"
Ye Ningwan looked up at Zhan Hanjue.
She reached out and pinched his face, smiling: "Little brother, how did you suddenly grow up? And become so handsome... but still not as good-looking as my husband."
Saying this, she giggled foolishly.
Zhan Hanjue was utterly speechless, unsure how to handle her.
Angry that she mistook him for another man?
But then she still complimented him.
He felt both love and hate, both anger and pity.
"I’m not some little brother grown up; I am your husband, Zhan Hanjue. Look more carefully, I’m Zhan Hanjue. Just sleep in my arms for a bit, and we’ll be home soon."
After a moment of emotional turmoil, Zhan Hanjue still held her close, soothing her gently.
But Ye Ningwan seemed to be fully awake, shaking her head furiously: "No, you’re lying. You’re not Zhan Hanjue. The real Zhan Hanjue wouldn’t speak so gently. He once said if I drank again, he’d be mad. So, you can’t be him. If it were him, he would scold me."
"I was just bluffing you; how could I bear to really scold you?" Zhan Hanjue held her waist, bringing her face closer to his: "Take a good look, am I not Zhan Hanjue?"
"Then... let me take a good look."
Ye Ningwan cupped Zhan Hanjue’s face, carefully examining him.
First, she showed a puzzled expression, then surprise, finally turning into delight.
Zhan Hanjue didn’t even know if she recognized him or not.
Her ever-changing expressions left him confused about whether she recognized him.
Thankfully, after the delight, Ye Ningwan happily cupped his face: "Zhan Hanjue, it’s really you, that’s great. I recognized you. I knew it, you look just like him. It really was you!"
Saying this, she leaned over to kiss Zhan Hanjue on the lips.
Zhan Hanjue raised an eyebrow and quickly supported her waist, deepening the kiss she initiated.
Originally, he thought Ye Ningwan would let go after a peck.
But to his surprise, she got more enthusiastic with the kiss, even climbing onto him, pinning him down on the car seat.
"Wanwan, don’t go too far."
Zhan Hanjue, alarmed, quickly grabbed her hands trying to undo his shirt.
"Don’t hold me back, Zhan Hanjue, I wish to have another child with you. You have no idea, when I gave birth to Tuantuan, you weren’t by my side. Every time he kicked, every bit he grew, you weren’t there, and I regret it terribly," Ye Ningwan said, aggrieved.
Zhan Hanjue shivered, looking at her with heartache.
He’d thought she’d never complained about having Tuantuan alone, so didn’t place much importance on those four years.
Turns out, her silence didn’t mean she didn’t care; she just didn’t want to tell him.
It turned out, she did care, regretting enough to want to have another child with him—to retrace the path filled with regret.
"I’m sorry."
Zhan Hanjue held her tightly, apologizing with remorse.
Ye Ningwan struggled a bit, but when she couldn’t break free, she gave up and collapsed onto his shoulder.
"Why apologize? I’m so sleepy. I want to sleep."
Soon, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.