Chapter 149 The 149th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 149 The 149th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Everyone knows that the monk is introverted and doesn't like to talk.

This also makes it difficult for others to notice when he remains silent and quietly observes others.

In just a few days, the monk's mind was in turmoil.

The monk understood Wen Chan's temperament.

After all, I had seen it before when I was in Shenzhen.

She has a rather guarded personality; she might be more trusting of women, but she's very wary of men.

Even the monks took some time before Wen Chan gradually began to trust them.

But he observed coldly that Wen Chan actually trusted Wen Qunshu a lot.

This trust exceeds the trust one has in him.

For example, when the three of them are in the elevator together, Wen Chan will be closer to Wen Qunshu, but farther away from him.

Besides, sometimes when Wen Qunshu was picking things up, he would accidentally bump into Wen Chan's arm or hand, and Wen Chan would not react. However, when Sun Peng accidentally bumped into Wen Chan's hand once, the monk saw Wen Chan frown slightly, as if she was not happy. This emotion was very brief, and if one did not pay special attention, even the person in question might not be able to notice it.

The monk felt very uneasy.

Outwardly, this manifested in the increasingly somber expression on his face.

Wen Chan saw this, and after sending Xiao Pan away, she asked the monk, "Monk, is something wrong at home?"

The monk paused for a moment, then shook his head, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Wen Chan said, "It's really nothing. If you have something to say, just say it. If it's nothing serious, your brother and I can help you solve it."

She dared to say this mainly because the monk was reliable and wouldn't cause any major trouble.

The monk was torn between his inner thoughts and his own. After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but say, "President Wen, I know I've been too talkative, but it would be better if you kept your distance from Wen Qunshu."

ah?

Wen Chan looked bewildered and astonished.

She pointed at herself: "You mean me and Wen Qunshu?"

The monk nodded heavily.

He walked to the desk. "I know you and Zheng didn't have much of a relationship before, and you only got married because of an accident. But over the past year or two, it's obvious that you two have feelings for each other. How can Wen Qunshu compare to Zheng? Just when you were sick, Zheng went to all the major temples in Beijing to pray to the gods and Buddhas to protect you. His feelings are..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Wen Chan became more and more confused as she listened, so she waved her hand and made a pause gesture.

She was both amused and exasperated. At first, she was a little angry, but the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. Tilting her head, she thought for a moment and said, "You mean I should distance myself from Wen Qunshu?"

The monk let out a breath, embarrassed, and scratched his head. "I know I'm just meddling in other people's business."

Wen Chan chuckled, "How am I close to Wen Qunshu?"

The monk looked at her and said, "Your way of addressing me is very intimate."

Wen Chan opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but it was really difficult to explain. How could she tell the monk that she and Wen Qunshu were father and daughter in their past lives?

From the time she became conscious in her previous life, she lived with Wen Qunshu and had no memory of the role of her mother.

No matter how much Wen Chan hates Wen Qunshu, their relationship is unbreakable.

These thoughts may have been revealed unconsciously by her, which is why the monk misunderstood.

She touched her head and said, "Don't worry, there's absolutely no way we can be together. As for him, well, I'll just treat him like a younger brother."

The monk was stunned.

He does trust Wen Chan, but it doesn't seem right to treat him as a younger brother, since Wen Qunshu is much older than Wen Chan.

So, you don't like him?

Wen Chan rolled her eyes at the monk, "I could like anyone but him. With me saying that, can you rest assured?"

That was a bit harsh, but the monk could tell that Wen Chan really thought that way. He smiled with relief and said, "Then I'm relieved."

Wen Chan was so angry she almost laughed.

She'd been racking her brains these past few days trying to figure out who her real mother was, and who would have thought she'd cause such a huge misunderstanding?

After receiving confirmation from Wen Chan, the monk went to deal with Wen Qunshu.

The monk wasn't so polite to Wen Qunshu; he simply hooked his arm around Wen Qunshu and pulled him to the other side of the corridor.

Wen Qunshu patted his arm and protested, "Hey, what are you doing? You're trying to strangle me!"

The monk closed the door to the stairwell before letting go of his hand. He looked at Wen Qunshu, who was coughing, and after a few glances, he said, "Don't pretend. I didn't use much force."

Wen Qunshu touched his throat and grinned, "Brother Monk, what's the matter? You brought me here. Let me tell you, I'm not into homosexuality, so don't get any lewd thoughts about me."

As he said this, he pulled his coat tighter.

The monk looked speechless for a moment. "Who's gay? Stop grinning like that, I have serious business with you."

"Me?" Wen Qunshu asked, "Is it what you were talking about with President Wen inside just now?"

The monk squinted at Wen Qunshu and said, "You little rascal, you're quite interested in President Wen."

“Yes, I’ve been keeping an eye on President Wen. I’ve already made up my mind. I’m going to tell President Chen that I’m resigning and coming here…”

Before Wen Qunshu could finish speaking, he shoved the monk against the wall, pointing his finger at him and saying, "You little brat, you dare to have wicked ideas, trying to take advantage of your proximity to get the moon first, huh?"

Wen Qunshu bumped his back against the wall, feeling a bit of pain. Hearing the monk's unpleasant tone, he also got annoyed, "Yes, what's wrong with wanting it? Who wouldn't want it? This kind of opportunity is rare!"

He's a college graduate too, so why can't he do office work?

Besides, he saw that he could do the same things as Sun Peng and the others, and even do them better.

Wen Qunshu had changed jobs many times before, but he was never fired for lack of ability.

The monk was furious. He genuinely considered Wen Qunshu a brother. After all, aside from his gambling addiction, Wen Qunshu wasn't a bad person. The monk was taciturn, which most people couldn't stand, but Wen Qunshu could always chat with him for most of the day.

"Are you crazy? If Brother Zheng finds out about this, and you still want to switch jobs, he'll kill you!"

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Wen Qunshu also got angry.

He stiffened his neck and said in a rough voice, "Kill me? What right does he have to kill me? I'm going to switch jobs. Construction work is so hard and the pay is so low. I'm not doing it. I used to be a gambler, but I haven't gambled in ages. Can't I find an easier job?"

"You, you, you!"

The monk was tongue-tied, and when Wen Qunshu retorted so confidently, he was so angry that he didn't know what to say. "You're no good. You should stick to your construction work and don't even dream of being a male mistress!"

"No, I just..."

Wen Qunshu was so angry that his mind went blank.

But halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized something was wrong. What male third party?

"Who are you calling a mistress? You worthless monk, what nonsense are you spouting!"

"Aren't you one of those people? You want to work here, taking advantage of your proximity to the water to steal Zheng Ge's girlfriend!"

The monk angrily questioned him.

Wen Qunshu opened his mouth, his expression incredibly strange.

He shoved the monk aside, rubbed the back of his head, and cursed, "When did I say I was trying to poach someone? When I said 'being near the water tower gives you an advantage,' I meant to switch jobs and work here!"

ah?

The monk blinked. "Is that what you meant? Hey, why didn't you say so sooner?"

The monks stammered, feeling somewhat embarrassed and flustered.

Wen Qunshu stared at the monk. "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? I said it a few days ago: the salary and benefits are high here, I want to come here!"

The monk fidgeted with the seam of his trousers with one hand, while scratching his chin with the other. "It's alright, I'll be going now."

He wanted to leave, but Wen Qunshu stopped him.

Wen Qunshu said bluntly, "What did you just tell me? What about stealing someone's partner? What about a male third party? Explain these things to me clearly before you leave!"

Chen Bo drove them out for dinner that evening.

It's a proper Sichuan restaurant. The place isn't big, but the food is very authentic. The tofu pudding with dipping sauce is amazing, and the twice-cooked pork is fatty but not greasy, spicy and delicious with rice.

During the meal, Chen Bo was staring intently at the corner of the monk's mouth.

Wen Chan was puzzled; what was she looking at?

She glanced at the monk; it was nothing.

The monk lowered his head and buried himself in his rice.

Chen Bo asked, "How did you get a cut on your lip?"

The monk let out a sound of surprise.

Chen Bo asked, "What happened to your lip? Did you get into a fight?"

The monk shook his head: "No."

Wen Qunshu lowered his head and ate, not daring to utter a sound.

Chen Bozheng said calmly, "He hit you?"

Neither the monk nor Wen Qunshu dared to utter a sound.

Wen Chan then realized what was going on, her eyes darting back and forth between the monk and Wen Qunshu. "What happened? Did you two fight today?"

"It happened by accident during a friendly sparring session."

Wen Qunshu touched his nose and explained awkwardly that he had kicked the monk.

The monk snapped out of his daze and echoed, "Yes, yes."

Chen Bo chuckled, "How is this sparring, monk? Aren't you bullying us? We're used to fighting. If Wen Qunshu sparred with you, what would you have done to him? Wen Qunshu, do you have any bruises?"

Wen Qunshu shook his head instinctively.

The monk couldn't stop him; his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was full of helplessness.

Upon seeing the monk's reaction, Wen Qunshu knew that his lie had been exposed.

Chen Bozheng said calmly, "Monk, you've really made something of yourself. You got beaten up by a college student and you've even learned to lie."

The monk's face turned red, and he lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

Chen Bo looked at him and said, "I won't ask you two why you're fighting, but can you two guarantee that it won't interfere with our business?"

“Of course!” Wen Qunshu said, “We’ve cleared up the misunderstanding, and we definitely won’t fight again.”

The monk paused for a moment, then nodded.

Chen Bozheng didn't say anything. After returning home, he took a bottle of medicinal wine and went out. He came back a while later, smelling strongly of the medicinal wine.

Wen Chan laughed and said, "The monk was also hit?"

Chen Bozheng nodded. "He probably did something wrong. Let's let Wen Qunshu have his way. Otherwise, with the monk's skills, he could easily take on ten Wen Qunshus."

Wen Chan asked curiously, "Is the monk really that skilled?"

Chen Bozheng said, "His nickname is Monk, but he's not a real monk. He's not talkative, but he's observant, and when he hits someone, he always targets their weak points."

"So, who's more capable, you or him?" Wen Chan asked with a smile.

Chen Bo was washing his hands when he heard this. He glanced at her sideways and asked, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Wen Chan sensed danger in the air and immediately shrank back. "I think it's so late, I should go to sleep."