Chapter 313 – My Dear CEO Wife – Troublemaking (13)
Since Bai Tang didn’t leave Wen Changhe’s sight and merely sat there curiously looking around, the latter relaxed his watchful eye on him.
A short while later, the waiter brought their drinks. “Please enjoy your drink, sir.”
The glass was a pleasant cola color, with two lemon slices, small green herbs, and a straw inserted at an angle—it looked quite healthy.
“Just lemon tea~” the boy muttered somewhat disappointedly. It really was tea.
He picked up the glass, took a small sip, and found the lemon flavor mixed with a faint hint of alcohol. It was quite delicious! He took another sip.
Bai Tang held his glass, drinking sip after sip, and by the time Wen Changhe hung up the phone, the boy’s glass was almost empty.
“Hehehe~ A He, this is delicious~” The boy’s face was flushed; the little drunkard had returned.
Don’t be fooled by the word tea in “Long Island Iced Tea”—it’s not tea at all, but a cocktail, and a really strong one at that.
Bai Tang couldn’t handle alcohol; just a little was enough to turn him into a little drunkard.
Wen Changhe took a sip from the glass the boy handed him.
“Hehehe~ Isn’t it delicious? I—I’ll order you one…” the little drunkard said, raising his hand to call the waiter.
Wen Changhe sighed helplessly. Tang Tang had actually switched the Long Island Iced Tea when he wasn’t looking—so disobedient!
“Hehe~ Ah, ah, there are two… two Ahs…” Bai Tang’s vision started to blur.
He snuggled into Wen Changhe’s arms, shaking his head and rubbing against him. “A He, I’m a little dizzy…”
The man looked at his shirt, now resembling dried plum leaves, with a wry smile. He held the boy, preventing him from shaking his head. “Shaking your head will make you even dizzier.” If he rubbed against him any longer, he’d explode.
“Um, then… I won’t move…” The boy pouted, his watery eyes unfocused, looking aggrieved after Wen Changhe’s “scolding.”
Wen Changhe placed the boy on the sofa and swiped his card to pay the bill.
Those with designs on the boy, seeing him about to leave, disregarded Wen Changhe’s presence and approached to strike up a conversation.
After all, those who could afford to come here weren’t overly conservative. If the boy insisted on going with them, the man couldn’t stop him—especially since the boy was clearly drunk, and drunk people were the most unreasonable.
A man with a tattoo on his arm approached, carrying two glasses of liquor. “Leaving so soon? Why not stay a little longer? I’ll buy you a drink.”
The tattooed man was clearly after the boy. Although Wen Changhe was standing in his way, his words had already caught Bai Tang’s attention.
Just as Wen Changhe had concluded from experience—if the boy was willing, no man could stop him.
“Where is it? Is it good?” Bai Tang leaned forward, clinging to Wen Changhe’s back as he looked ahead curiously.
The tattooed man had even asked the waiter about the boy’s favorite drink and ordered an identical one, which was now being brought over.
The color of the glass gleamed beautifully under the spotlight. Bai Tang eagerly took it from the tattooed man.
That’s it, that’s it. Drink it, the tattooed man thought, secretly pleased.
In a place like this, anything not handed directly by the bartender but passed through someone else could very well have been spiked.
Wen Changhe stopped Bai Tang from drinking, but the boy looped his arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear, “Why not drink it… it’s free, it’s delicious, A He, drink it…”
Bai Tang didn’t want to drink it himself; he just wanted to share something good with Wen Changhe.
Wen Changhe patted the boy’s head, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. “Be good. We’ll drink at home. It’s noisy out here—you won’t be able to sleep if you get drunk.”
The noisy environment and the thought of not being able to sleep were both unacceptable to Bai Tang. He readily accepted his husband’s suggestion, a silly grin spreading across his face. “Home, home, with A He… to sleep…”
Seeing Wen Changhe about to take the boy away, the tattooed man wasn’t about to let that happen.
He glanced at Wen Changhe, dressed neatly in a suit and looking rather thin, and figured he could easily take him down.
Just as Bai Tang was coquettishly asking Wen Changhe to carry him home, the tattooed man swung his fist toward Wen Changhe’s face.
“Bang—”
With a loud crash, it was the tattooed man who ended up on the floor instead.
The tattooed man hadn’t come alone; when he was in trouble, his companions naturally stepped in.
Even though he was outnumbered, Wen Changhe wasn’t afraid at all.
He settled the boy on the sofa in the private room, then stood guard at the door, making sure no one could harm his Tang Tang.
A fight broke out, and the people around them ran and shouted, plunging the place into chaos.
At first, Bai Tang was confused, not understanding why Wen Changhe—who had promised to carry him home—had suddenly put him down. It wasn’t until several people surrounded Wen Changhe that Bai Tang realized what was happening.
Don’t bully my husband!
The little drunkard suddenly lashed out, grabbing a wine glass from the table and smashing it over the tattooed man’s head as he approached Wen Changhe.
The tattooed man froze, wine and shards of glass sliding down from his head.
The little squirrel, eyes red, cried out in a trembling, childish voice, “Ah… Ah He…” as the tattooed man angrily raised his hand.
Wen Changhe quickly subdued the men in front of him, then turned around just in time to see someone trying to hurt his wife—unacceptable.
Before the tattooed man could even touch Bai Tang, Wen Changhe had already taken him down. He half-held Bai Tang and pulled a tissue from the table to wipe away the boy’s tears.
“Did he hit you?” Wen Changhe’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He turned and punched the tattooed man, who had just managed to get up from the floor.
This time, the tattooed man didn’t get up again—he could only lie there groaning.
“N-no…” the little squirrel sobbed, tugging at Wen Changhe’s shirt to wipe his tears. “Long Island… Long Island Iced Tea… gone… I saved it for A He…”
It turned out that Bai Tang had smashed the Long Island Iced Tea glass over the tattooed man’s head. The glass shattered, and the cocktail spilled—the drink Bai Tang had saved for Wen Changhe, now gone too.
“It’s okay. We won’t drink here. We’ll go get some real cocktails later.” The little squirrel was crying so hard that Wen Changhe had to soothe him first.
“Mmm… mmm…” Bai Tang nodded, leaning against Wen Changhe’s chest, mumbling in a childish voice, “I want A He to carry me~”
“Okay, I’ll carry Tang Tang.” Wen Changhe picked him up, but instead of going home, they ended up at the police station—with the bartender in tow.
There was no other way; a fight had broken out, and the bar owner still had to make a living. Someone had to pay for the damages.
Although the fight had been started by Wen Changhe, the other side had the advantage in numbers. Both sides bore responsibility. After three hours of mediation, they agreed to split the compensation equally. Wen Changhe also covered part of the tattooed man’s group’s medical expenses. Only then was the matter settled.
While at the police station, Bai Tang drifted off to sleep in Wen Changhe’s arms.
A little after 2 a.m., Wen Changhe carried Bai Tang on his back through the deserted streets.
Although Wen Changhe was injured, there was a sweet warmth in his heart.
Even when Bai Tang was drunk, he had still been thinking of him—and even fought off the tattooed man for his sake. That was something Wen Changhe hadn’t expected.
“A He…”
The boy on his back mumbled softly.
“Yes, I’m here.” Wen Changhe held Bai Tang a little tighter.
“Give me a sip…”
Hearing the boy’s sleepy murmur, Wen Changhe chuckled. What a little glutton.
It was late at night when they returned to the Wen family home. Wen’s parents hadn’t come back that evening; they had messaged the housekeeper, saying they were going out for some alone time.
Wen Changrou had also been working late at the company and happened to bump into Wen Changhe as he came in.
“Brother…” Wen Changrou’s eyes were red, as if she had been crying for a long time.
Wen Changhe raised a hand, gesturing for her to be quiet. Wen Changrou glanced behind him—the boy on his back was fast asleep.
After Wen Changhe carried Bai Tang back to his room and settled him in, Wen Changrou said, “Brother, I was wrong…”
If it hadn’t been for that report, she wouldn’t have realized that her friend was a backstabber.
Earlier that day, she had gone through every department and colleague who had worked with Zu Shuang and had even secretly witnessed Zu Shuang using her influence to treat other employees with disdain.
She was shocked. Later, she consulted several of her university classmates, and learned that the reason they weren’t on good terms with Zu Shuang was because they found her pretentious, affected, and hypocritical.
Several company projects had been delayed because of Zu Shuang. Just a few days ago, Wen Changrou had even believed Zu Shuang had been wronged and had gone to the design department to speak up for her.
Thinking about this, Wen Changrou wanted to slap herself for her foolishness. Zu Shuang had caused the company to lose a major project, and she had been naïve enough to defend her.
Wen Changhe was pleased. He patted Wen Changrou’s head. “You’ve grown up now. You know what you’re doing. The design and planning departments on the twenty-fourth floor are yours.”
The Wen Group was a diversified corporation, not limited to a single industry. It was involved in everything from daily chemical products to high-end custom clothing and jewelry. Wen Changrou currently managed only a department within one of those divisions.
The Wen family was not the type to let others bully them without fighting back. Although Wen Changrou was somewhat naïve, she had been raised by their father as an heir. However, after Wen Changhe took charge, she stepped aside, openly stating that she didn’t want to compete with him for the company. Since then, she had lived a carefree, easygoing life.
“I know what to do,” Wen Changrou said firmly.
After figuring things out, Wen Changrou’s demeanor subtly changed. She turned and went back to her room, not wanting to disturb her brother and Bai Tang.
Wen Changhe filled a basin with hot water and used it to wipe Bai Tang’s arms and cheeks, removing the smell of alcohol.
“A He~” The boy rolled over and hugged Wen Changhe’s arm, his strength surprisingly great.
Wen Changhe couldn’t pull away by force, so he put down the towel and lay down beside Bai Tang.
The boy sensed someone next to him. His little nose twitched, seemingly confirming the familiar scent. Once certain, he rolled over and snuggled into Wen Changhe’s arms, rubbing his cheek against the man’s chest until he found the most comfortable spot—and soon fell asleep there.
Wen Changhe felt both sweet and helpless, and could only sleep with him until dawn.