After the Harem Novel’s Female Lead was Spoiled by the Comments - Chapter 15

Wen Hebai was full from anger, but she still planned to mooch a bite of black sesame paste. “Is it good? Let me have a bite.”

Yan Qingwen paused, then scooped a spoonful for her.

This was already the greatest concession Yan Qingwen could make. Asking her to bring it to Wen Hebai’s mouth was impossible.

Wen Hebai leaned over and opened her mouth to eat it. After carefully tasting it for a moment, her jade-like face revealed a trace of doubt toward life. “How did you manage to eat half a bowl of tasteless sesame paste without changing expression?”

“Original-flavor sesame paste doesn’t have much taste to begin with.”

Wen Hebai: “…”

She had not expected Yan Qingwen’s personality to be bland and her taste to be bland too!

Yan Qingwen smiled faintly. “Want more?”

Wen Hebai respectfully declined.

At that moment, Yan Qingwen’s phone rang. She put down the bowl, picked up her phone, and walked out onto the balcony.

Wen Hebai glanced over. It was a call from Yan Qingwen’s father, Yan Aotian.

While waiting for the father and daughter to finish talking, Wen Hebai refused to believe in evil and took another bite of sesame paste. The sesame paste without the slightest sweetness tasted fragrant, but after swallowing, the tip of her tongue turned faintly bitter. She did not have the courage to take a third bite and quickly put the bowl back where it had been.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Yan Qingwen happened to catch the scene of her secretly eating. The corners of her mouth could not help lifting slightly. However, after hearing the voice coming from the phone, she pressed her lips together again.

After ending the call and returning to the study, Yan Qingwen said, “My dad and the others heard about your injury. They want us to go back to the manor.”

Wen Hebai did not dwell on why they were not coming here to visit her and said, “I have time anyway. It depends on how you arrange it.”

“Then we’ll go back tomorrow night for dinner. It’ll also be a good chance to let them know that we’re serious about our marriage.”

Wen Hebai understood. The Yan family elders still had not given up on arranging a marriage between Yan Qingwen and Jiang Yunhan.

Among wealthy families, marrying and divorcing, or each playing around after marriage, was far too common. Not to mention that the Yan family did not think highly of a marriage between two women at all. If they discovered that there was no affection between them and that their marriage had only been a temporary decision, they would certainly think of every possible way to make them divorce.

Thinking of this, Wen Hebai’s fighting spirit surged. “I will use the best acting skills of my life to play this role well.”

Yan Qingwen’s gaze froze slightly. After a while, she gave an indifferent “Mm.”

The next day, Yan Qingwen went to the company in the morning. After having lunch there at noon, she returned straight home.

Originally, she had planned to go directly to the manor after getting off work in the evening. But at noon, she received a call from Wen Hebai, who said that today was the third day after their marriage. According to tradition, it counted as the return visit to the bride’s family, so they had to dress beautifully and grandly.

Considering that there would be a hard battle to fight that night, Yan Qingwen also wanted to conserve her energy, so she pushed back her afternoon work.

When she returned to the villa, she found that there were more suitcases and cardboard boxes in the house.

Aunt Lan and Wen Hebai’s assistant, Lu Tie, were unpacking the boxes and placing the items inside in suitable spots.

Yan Qingwen took a deep breath and told herself that this was Wen Hebai’s home too. Their three rules had not included a ban on Wen Hebai renovating or decorating the residence.

“President Yan!” Every time Lu Tie saw Yan Qingwen, she was pressured by her powerful aura. Moreover, she had followed Wen Hebai’s instructions and brought in Wen Hebai’s wall art and ornaments, ruining the overall style of the villa, so she could not help feeling guilty.

Yan Qingwen nodded and asked, “Wen—where is Ah Bai?”

“She’s tidying up her room,” Aunt Lan answered.

Wen Hebai was placing the clothes and shoes she had just moved back into the wardrobe. However, the wardrobe in the guest room was too small, and she had too many clothes, so her gaze could only turn toward Yan Qingwen’s master bedroom, which had an independent walk-in closet.

Just then, Yan Qingwen came upstairs. Wen Hebai said, “I’ll put some clothes in your walk-in closet. That way, others won’t know that we’re actually sleeping in separate rooms.”

Back then, Yan Qingwen herself had agreed to act out the full set. After thinking for three seconds, she turned and opened the door to her room. “Put them there.”

Wen Hebai decisively moved more than half of her clothes into Yan Qingwen’s walk-in closet.

Yan Qingwen watched from the side, as though seeing through her little scheme. “The ones you put in your own room are formal gowns you rarely wear. The ones you put in my room are everyday clothes you wear often. Your abacus is making too much noise.”

Wen Hebai said without changing expression, “Precisely because they’re everyday clothes, I need to find someone who can give me outfit advice. So putting them in your room is the most convenient.”

Yan Qingwen did not think she had time to give her outfit feedback, but there were no important confidential documents in the room, so she let her do as she pleased.

After hanging up the clothes, Wen Hebai called out to her, “Help me pick an outfit for tonight while you’re at it, along with shoes and accessories.”

“Tonight is a family dinner. Second Uncle, Aunt, and the others should also be there. If you dress too casually, it’ll look inappropriate, but there’s no need to dress too grandly either. This purple long dress.”

Wen Hebai disliked it. “No. Fans said I look like a purple sweet potato spirit when I wear it.”

“Then why did you buy it in the first place?”

“It was given by the brand, not bought by me.”

Yan Qingwen realized that she actually did not need to be so attentive, so she casually took out a loose pine-frost green shirt and paired it with white casual pants.

Wen Hebai’s eyes lit up. “Retro style has been popular lately. This set is pretty good too. Pair it with a silk scarf and it’ll look so cool!”

Yan Qingwen: “…”

As expected of a Best Actress. She really knew how to give herself a way out.

“You wear this set of mine. Our figures are about the same anyway.” Wen Hebai dug out a light green loose blazer that was also retro-style, paired it with a T-shirt inside, and matched it with loose jeans.

In recent years, Yan Qingwen’s clothes had increasingly leaned toward cool tones like black, white, and gray. Perhaps because she had taken charge of Yan Corporation at such a young age, she had not only faced many doubts from the outside world, but had also been made difficult by shareholders in the group who relied on their seniority. She could not change her age, so she could only start from her clothing and make herself appear more mature, steady, elegant, and composed.

Thus, this brightly colored and fashionable outfit made her look more lively and radiant.

Yan Qingwen opened her mouth to refuse, but Wen Hebai held the clothes up against her and said, “This way, we’ll be wearing matching couple outfits.”

Considering the purpose of tonight’s dinner, Yan Qingwen dismissed the thought of refusing.

After choosing their clothes, Wen Hebai went to shower. Yan Qingwen wanted to take the chance to nap, but unexpectedly, just as she changed into her sleepwear, Wen Hebai, wrapped in a bath towel and not yet dressed, came running to find her. “Darling, help me wash my hair.”

“You don’t need to act so hard in private.” Goosebumps rose all over Yan Qingwen.

“That won’t do. You have to say it more, remember it more, and memorize it more. If you can’t even remember your lines in front of the camera, wouldn’t that be too unprofessional?”

Yan Qingwen was speechless. Her gaze swept over Wen Hebai’s head. “You have an injury on your head. Why are you washing your hair?”

“Am I supposed to go to the dinner with a head full of oily hair? Do I not need an image? Besides, if I wash it myself, the wound will get wet.”

“Go find Aunt Lan or Xiao Lu.”

“They’re busy.” Wen Hebai urged her, “As your wife, how can I appear at the Yan family looking sloppy? It’s almost time for my appointment with the stylist. Hurry up.”

This was the price of provoking Wen Hebai. After weighing things, Yan Qingwen had no choice but to compromise again.

The bathtub in the master bedroom was the most suitable in both shape and configuration for reclining while soaking. Wen Hebai leaned against one end and rested her head on the pillow attached to the bathtub.

Warm water soaked her hair. She closed her eyes, leisurely enjoying Yan Qingwen’s service.

Actually, when speaking of it, this was not the first time Yan Qingwen had helped her wash her hair.

Back when they still shared a dorm at school, Wen Hebai had once broken her hand while practicing street dance, and Yan Qingwen had helped her wash her hair several times.

She had thought that after they became enemies, those past harmonious and affectionate acts would never happen again. Unexpectedly… fate really knew how to play with people.

“Don’t get distracted,” Wen Hebai opened her eyes and reminded her.

Yan Qingwen thought water had splashed onto her wound, but then realized it had not.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not even looking at me. How can that not count as being distracted?” Wen Hebai said. “I’m very sensitive to your gaze. Don’t think you can fool me.”

Yan Qingwen was speechless. “If you keep making so many demands, wash it yourself.”

Wen Hebai closed her mouth, but bent one leg. The bath towel that could barely cover her thighs slid down with the movement.

Her freshly washed skin was tender, smooth, and elastic. The water droplets splashed onto her quietly slipped down, carrying the fragrance of body wash as they spread through this ambiguous space.

The misty steam blurred her eyes.

Yan Qingwen looked away, her cheeks faintly heating.