After marrying his childhood sweetheart he bent Chapter 4.2

“Never seen anyone more childish than you.”

Shao Yi was particularly pleased with it, and stretched out his other arm for him to bite: “Try harder.”

Wen Fan ignored him.

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Shao Yisui, despite his young age, took over the power of the Shao family. Not to mention the Shao family itself, the entire social circle of Yuncheng had to consider his opinion.

The Shao family is the leading real estate company in Yuncheng. Shao Yisui received a reclamation official document half a year ago. Baitang Bay, which is in urgent need of development, has become the hot spot that everyone is jealous of. Shao Yisui has naturally become the one that the entire Yuncheng is fighting for in marriage.

So, apart from Mr. and Mrs. Shao, countless people were paying attention to his relationship status, trying to introduce someone to him at every opportunity. As for what his actual feelings were, Shao Yisui wouldn’t use his marriage as a bargaining chip.

But if he had to get married, then he trusted only Wen Fan.

When news of Shao Yisui’s marriage spread, the entire upper-class circle was in an uproar.

Rumors flew about the homophobic CEO Shao unexpectedly marrying his male friend, which was completely against the norm.

Some people naturally didn’t believe it, saying Shao Yisui was just playing around. Others felt it was within expectations, considering how attractive his friend was; anyone would have been tempted long ago, and CEO Shao had decent self-control.

Various opinions circulated, and finally, the day arrived when the Shao family hosted a banquet, inviting many people from the upper class, with no intention of hiding anything.

The Shao family mansion was located in the suburbs of Yuncheng, near the sea, covering a vast area. It was built before Mr. Shao’s father inherited the family estate.

After nightfall, the mansion was brightly lit, and numerous luxury cars drove along the spacious avenue lined with lush camphor trees. The Shao family’s parking lot was on a vast green lawn, and the luxury cars entered one after another, with attendants managing the area.

They wore spotless white gloves and bowed in respect.

The Shao family rarely hosted banquets, and when they did, it was grand beyond imagination.

Elder Mr. and Mrs. Shao received the news and rushed back from abroad. As the guests entered the banquet hall, they went to congratulate them first.

Some keen-eyed guests looked around but couldn’t find the CEO shao and his friend. Wait, now he should be called Mrs. Shao.

They only saw another couple standing beside Elder Mr. and Mrs. Shao. Industry insiders recognized the woman in the pale pink dress as a somewhat famous pianist in Yuncheng. She had a stunning appearance and excellent maintenance, looking no more than thirty years old, making it hard to believe her son was already twenty-six.

As for the other man, some people also remembered him. He was a professor in the calligraphy department of Yuncheng University, tall and elegant.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Wen came from an artistic background, and standing there, they were a scene in themselves, quite out of place compared to the businessmen at the Shao family banquet.

Given their parents’ characters, it’s no wonder their son was so well-known throughout half of Yuncheng without even showing up. The guests who hadn’t seen him were curious about how good-looking his friend must be to bring the once-homophobic CEO Shao down from his pedestal and marry another man, despite public opinion and criticism.

They speculated about the appearance of future Mrs. Shao. Did he resemble his mother more, not looking like a man at all?

At this time, in the cloakroom on the second floor of Shao’s house.

Wen Fan, who’s eagerly awaited by everyone, was changing his shirt. The one he wore earlier was accidentally splashed with wine by a waiter, leaving a large wet patch on his chest, so he had to change it.

That shirt had been designed by Shao Yisui’s request half a month ago, which made it even more regrettable.

Wen Fan gently wiped it with a clean towel and looked up to see Shao Yisui picking a shirt for him from the wardrobe, his brows furrowed and his tone low, clearly unhappy.

Shao Yisui was unhappy because of the shirt that was damaged by wine. His side face was tense, which was the look Secretary Qin was most afraid of seeing.

Wen Fan walked over and took something casually from his hand.

“How about this one? It’s also very nice.”

Shao Yisui said, “You look best in that one.”

Wen Fan smiled, “Yes, that one looks the best, and I like it the most too. After all, CEO Shao put in a lot of effort, but clothes are just clothes. People are more important. If you’re not happy because of it, I won’t like it either.”

Wen Fan understood Shao Yisui’s weakness, being soft-hearted. A few words could easily pacify him.

After saying that, Shao Yisui’s tense expression softened.

He reached out to adjust Wen Fan’s hair. “After the banquet tonight, I’ll invite the designer to come and design a few more sets.”

Wen Fan agreed, “I will listen to you.”

Shao Yisui loved Wen Fan’s obedient look the most, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the young man. He had been like this since he was a child, soft-hearted and reluctant to speak up when wronged.

He pinched Wen Fan’s cheek. “If you’re unhappy, just say it. Why always consider others?”

“I’m not unhappy,” Wen Fan repeated while changing his shirt. “I’m very happy. Stop worrying about me. I’m not a child.”

Shao Yisui heard his words and went to pick a brooch for him.

As he glanced up, he saw Wen Fan’s back, dazzlingly white, his protruding shoulder blades like a pair of butterflies, sharp and beautiful.

He couldn’t help but say, “I’ll fatten you up in the future.”

Wen Fan chuckled.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

After changing into a new shirt, Shao Yisui added a few more accessories for him. If it weren’t for the fact that wearing too much wouldn’t look good, Shao Yisui would have given him everything from that cabinet.

When Wen Fan and Shao Yisui descended the stairs, the guests in the banquet hall were already bustling with excitement.

But when everyone’s gaze noticed the young man at the staircase, they all involuntarily fell silent.

Contrary to their expectations of a “not quite manly” appearance, the young man was like a flexible and elegant green bamboo, exuding both nonchalance and nobility. Despite his facial features being close to delicate and beautiful, they were mixed with a graceful elegance that seemed to come from nowhere. His smiling eyes outshone every other guest in attendance.

Wrapped in a pristine white suit, he smiled, walking alongside a man in a high-end black suit, a pair unmatched in elegance.

Shao Yisui frowned at their stares, and as he turned to look, many quickly averted their eyes.

No wonder Shao Yisui treated him like a treasure.

The guests who came back to their senses began to toast politely again.

Mrs. Shao saw them approaching and hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold Wen Fan.

“Fan Fan, let me take a good look.”

Wen Fan smiled and called her: “Aunt Song.”

Mrs. Shao’s surname is Song, and her name is Song Nuan. Others call her Old madam. She is actually only in her early fifties. She looks gentle and quiet. She reached out to touch Wen Fan’s hair and couldn’t put it down.

“Aunt Song has only been abroad for two years. This bad guy Yisui must have bullied you. Aunt Song doesn’t even know how to talk to your mother.”

Shao Yisui casually put his hand around Wen Fan’s waist in a gentlemanly manner.

He raised his eyes and retorted: “How could I bully Fan Fan? There’s not enough time.”

The old man glared at him.

“You’re right. You didn’t even say hello. It’s time for your uncle Wen to break your legs.”

Shao Yisui and Mr. Shao have never seen eye to eye, from childhood to until now

In a nonchalant tone, Shao Yisui remarked, “When Uncle Wen is around, you don’t need to lean on your walking stick to support your old bones and go around hitting people every day.”

Both Wen Fan’s parents couldn’t help but laugh.

Wen Fan lightly patted him and said, “Talk less.”

Shao Yisui was particularly obedient, immediately lowering his head and saying, “Hmm, I’ll listen to you.”

With several elders present, Wen Fan was soon pulled away from Shao Yisui’s embrace by his mother. She gently touched her son’s face and couldn’t help but say,

“Bad boy, I made my mother worry. I thought something was wrong with you and Yisui.”

Wen Fan chuckled and shook his head: “It’s okay, we are fine.”

Mother Wen looks young and beautiful, not short in stature, and her eyes are very expressive.

Seeing that Mr. and Mrs. Shao were on the other side, she lowered her voice and asked, “Yisui didn’t bully you, did he?”

Wen Fan: “Of course not…”

“You know what mom asked.”

Wen Fan was stunned and reacted instantly.

His mother thinks much further than he does and is much more open-minded.

Wen Fan: “Not yet.”

Mother Wen frowned and said, “Why not yet?”

Wen Fan didn’t know what his mother meant for a moment and looked at her blankly. Wen’s mother said: “Mom is a very open-minded person and doesn’t care whether you marry a man or a woman. But when you get married, your mother must You’re happy. It’s only been half a month since you got your certificate, why haven’t you? Who’s the problem?”

Wen Fan couldn’t answer a word he was asked. Fortunately, Father Wen helped him out. He hugged his wife and said with a low smile: “You, give the children some space, taking care of everything.”

Mother Wen hit him: “What do you know? I won’t ask you. I’ll ask Yisui.”

Not to mention how strong Wen’s mother was, Wen Fan couldn’t hold her back. Then he saw Mother Wen walking to Shao Yisui, they started chatting in a few words.

Shao Yisui was actually a very noble person. They knew from a glance that his family was well-off. He took a glass of champagne from the waiter’s tray and handed it to Mother Wen, his movements were casual but gentlemanly.

Because he was extremely tall, he always lowered his head when talking to Mother Wen, but his neck was straight and muscular, showing no signs of inferiority. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and opened his mouth to say something.

Wen Fan had seen Shao Yisui on many different occasions.

When Wen Fan was eight years old, he followed Mother Wen to the Shao family’s old house for the first time. Shao Yisui was wearing cool little sportswear and was holding down a fat man and beating him wildly.

When he was eighteen years old, Shao Yi graduated from high school. At the graduation ceremony, he wore the white shirt issued by the school and delivered a speech, full of vigor and vitality.

Then at the age of twenty-four, Shao Yi put on a well-tailored suit and sat down for the first time in the conference room on the 38th floor of Shao’s family.

There are so many different looks in his mind, but when he thinks about it carefully, Wen Fan seems to like the one he sees best now.

Even though it was in high school that he first discovered that he liked Shao Yisui.

Seeing his mother and Shao Yisui engrossed in conversation, Wen Fan’s gaze inadvertently drifted away, and suddenly, Shao Yisui looked in his direction. Their eyes met across the crowded room, but as if guilty, Wen Fan suddenly lost the courage to maintain eye contact.

He probably guessed what Wen Fan’s mother and Shao Yisui talked about.

Wen Fan escaped in a daze.