Chapter 42: Sponsor Daddy Is Wen Zhanyan!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“We’re here.” Yu Anwan turned around and looked at Wen Zhanyan.
Wen Ye didn’t move. He just stared at Wen Zhanyan, bewildered, as he watched Wen Zhanyan get out of the car with Yu Anwan. Wen Ye was dumbfounded. He wondered if Wen Zhanyan had been possessed by a ghost. How could he possibly eat breakfast in a place like this?
Finally, Wen Ye hurriedly got out of the car.
Meanwhile, Yu Anwan had already led Wen Zhanyan toward the breakfast shop. Wen Zhanyan looked uncomfortable as he glanced around, his brows furrowed. He struggled to sit down on the plastic stool in front of him. “Have a seat, ” Yu Anwan said straightforwardly, pressing Wen Zhanyan down.
Wen Zhanyan remained silent.
“Zhanyan, the truly delicious food is found in the streets and alleys. The places President Wen took you to have all been meticulously designed, losing their original flavor!” Yu Anwan sneered. “That’s just eating money, not food. Don’t you find it dirty to eat money?”
Wen Zhanyan was speechless.
He was rendered speechless by Yu Anwan’s words. His little face tensed up, but he couldn’t say a word.
In the end, Wen Zhanyan remained motionless. Yu Anwan was finally satisfied. “I’ll go buy food for you.”
After saying that, Yu Anwan stood up and walked toward the shop owner. Wen Zhanyan stole one more glance but eventually took a deep breath and decided not to look anymore. He fixed his gaze on the table in front of him, and the uncomfortable feeling became even more pronounced.
Wen Ye had already entered the shop. He looked at Wen Zhanyan and cautiously spoke, “How about we go back then?” “You’ll cook?” Wen Zhanyan raised an eyebrow.
Wen Ye shook his head without hesitation. “I can’t.”
Not only did he not know how to cook, but even if he did, Wen Ye wouldn’t dare to cook for Wen Zhanyan. Those Michelin three-star chefs could be torn apart by Wen Zhanyan’s complaints, making them question their career choices.
He wasn’t tired of living.
Looking at Wen Zhanyan’s disdainful gaze, Wen Ye still asked, “Zhanyan, this place is so dirty. You’ll feel even worse later.”
“Shut up!” Wen Zhanyan’s tone was very unpleasant. “Uncle, wipe it clean. I don’t want to see these things!”
He didn’t even get close to the table.
Wen Ye took out a wet tissue and a disinfectant spray and carefully wiped the place where Wen Zhanyan had sat and the table in front of him clean. Wen Zhanyan’s tightly knitted brows finally relaxed, but he was still unhappy.
“Zhanyan, since you don’t like it so much, why don’t you go back?” Wen Ye felt strange.
Wen Ye couldn’t understand. If he didn’t like it here, why torture himself by staying? Moreover, Wen Zhanyan despised noisy places, and here, they had to practically shout just to be heard.
Wen Zhanyan was taken aback by Wen Ye’s question and remained silent for a while.
“You like your new nanny?” Wen Ye asked, understanding the situation. Wen Zhanyan denied it without thinking, “Bullsh*t.”
His words were concise and to the point, not a single extra word. Wen Ye absentmindedly touched the tip of his nose and was about to gossip when Wen Zhanyan’s cold gaze turned towards him.
“Uncle, if you utter another word, I guarantee you won’t have a single cent of your monthly allowance!” Wen Zhanyan looked at Wen Ye expressionlessly.
Wen Ye quickly changed his tune. “Dad, I’ll keep quiet. Right away.”
Yes, Wen Ye was that much of a pushover.
Everyone thought that Wen Jin was the secret benefactor behind Wen Ye, but Wen Ye knew very well that while Wen Jin provided financial support, his main objective was to make Wen Ye return to the Wen Corporation. The money given to Wen Ye came with restrictions, a way to force his return.
Wen Ye had gotten used to a carefree lifestyle. How could he possibly go back to the Wen Corporation and work like a slave?
So, the real sugar daddy for Wen Ye was none other than Wen Zhanyan.
If he truly offended Wen Zhanyan, Wen Ye would be in deep trouble. That’s why Wen Ye immediately shut his mouth, wanting to avoid any further complications.
“What did you call Yu Anwan just now?” Wen Zhanyan suddenly spoke up, questioning Wen Ye.
Wen Ye felt a chill run down his spine at the question and replied sheepishly,
“Nothing. You must have misheard.”
“Hehe, Uncle, my hearing is excellent.” Wen Zhanyan plainly expressed his disbelief. “Do you two know each other?”
“I don’t know her, ” Wen Ye quickly responded, almost raising his hand to swear.
Wen Zhanyan squinted his eyes and stared at Wen Ye. “Uncle, you better not lie to me. If I find out that you’re lying, you’ll face the consequences.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhanyan saw Yu Anwan walking over from the crowd with a plate in hand.
As she made her way, she politely asked people to make room. This Yu Anwan was completely different from the aggressive and imposing Yu Anwan when facing Wen Jin.
Her eyes were curved, and when she smiled, her dimples deepened, bringing joy to those around her.
She exuded vibrant energy.
Wen Ye completely failed to notice this, as he was preoccupied with the words spoken by Wen Zhanyan.
But Wen Ye kept reassuring himself internally that Wen Zhanyan wouldn’t know anything. While Wen Ye didn’t know the details of the bet between Wen Jin and Yu Anwan, he was aware that Wen Jin couldn’t let go of Wen Zhanyan.
With that in mind, Wen Ye felt somewhat relieved.
Yu Anwan approached with a plate in her hands. “Here are your mini wontons, soup dumplings, and fritters.”
Wen Zhanyan furrowed his brow, not yet able to respond, when the owner came over and brought the remaining items. She also took the opportunity to compliment Yu Anwan. “Your son is absolutely adorable.”
“Thank you,” Yu Anwan sweetly replied.
Wen Ye tensed up, fearing that Wen Zhanyan might have an outburst. However, Wen Zhanyan only furrowed his brow and remained silent.
Wen Ye was increasingly astonished, while Yu Anwan paid no attention to his intentions. She turned around and continued to coax Wen Zhanyan. Her sole intention was to let him experience the outside world instead of being treated like a fragile figure, confined within the Wen family estate without any vitality.
Wen Ye found himself with a headache as Yu Anwan ignored him completely.
Whe Ye wasn’t concerned about anything else. He was more worried about Wen Zhanyan losing his temper. If Wen Zhanyan lost his temper, no one could control him.
Then, Wen Ye was utterly shocked.
Wen Zhanyan picked up the spoon and started eating the food, taking small bites.
Wen Ye couldn’t help but think that Wen Zhanyan had been possessed by a ghost. Could this be the power of maternal love?
Wen Ye, with his jaw dislocated in surprise, remained speechless.
This time, Wen Ye didn’t utter a word. He lowered his head and quickly ate the food in front of him. Well, it was delicious. As he ate, Wen Ye’s hand couldn’t help but reach out towards Wen Zhanyan’s direction.
“This is mine!” Wen Zhanyan warned Wen Ye sternly. “If you want to eat, buy your own.”
Wen Ye, attempting to sneak a bite, remained silent.
“Also, remember to repay what you ate earlier!” Wen Zhanyan stated bluntly..
“She’s just a nanny, not as wealthy as you!”