Reborn as the Harem King-Chapter 102 Do You Want To?[Part 2]

"If Sister Wen stays quiet, I'll assume you agree," Zhou Yi teased gently.

Finally raising her head, Jing Wen bit her lip timidly. "But... it's still daylight. Won't it seem a little... improper?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a bashfulness that made her appear far younger than her thirty years. In fact, she seemed more like a blushing teenager than a mature woman.

Gazing into her affectionate eyes, Zhou Yi couldn't help but see her as someone entirely innocent—like an eighteen-year-old girl caught up in the throes of first love. Her shyness and the fluttering excitement in her gaze were utterly enchanting.

Those eyes of hers were mesmerizing; nothing could compare to the beauty of a lover's gaze.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi recalled a poem from his past life.

"The eyes of a beloved are the eighth ocean," he murmured softly. "I sought to find myself reflected in your lovely eyes, yet within them, I found infinite versions of me."

Jing Wen stared at him dreamily, repeating under her breath, "The eyes of a beloved are the eighth ocean..."

Confused but intrigued, she looked up at him, her cheeks flushing again. "Xiao Yi, what does that mean? I haven't studied much, so I don't understand."

Zhou Yi smiled warmly and continued reciting:

"The eyes of a beloved are the eighth ocean, vast enough to hold both desolation and wonder, brimming with all the fervor of humanity. I wander through thickets, counting fragments of my soul..."

His voice was rich and melodic, exuding an elegance that swept Jing Wen away into a world of romance.

"So, it means my eyes are as beautiful as the ocean, right?" she asked with a shy smile.

Zhou Yi nuzzled her forehead affectionately. "Yes, just like the ocean—deep, breathtaking, and capable of embracing everything."

Jing Wen cupped his face and kissed him lightly, her eyes crinkling with joy. "Actually, I think these words describe you better. That's how I see you."

As they locked eyes, each could see their reflection mirrored in the other's gaze. To them, their eyes were the most beautiful oceans in existence. With love, even the simplest gaze could become profoundly captivating.

After indulging in this tender moment, Zhou Yi managed to coax her onto the bed.

Lost in Zhou Yi's heartfelt words, Jing Wen forgot all about whether it was day or night. Her mind and heart were completely consumed by him.

"Xiao Yi... I adore you so much..." she whispered, holding him tightly as if embracing the entire universe.

For her, this intimacy wasn't merely physical pleasure—it was the joy of feeling their souls connect, the warmth of Zhou Yi's gaze upon her, watching her with gentle affection.

She thought to herself that perhaps she would always be devoted to this young man, no matter what the future held. Whether their relationship ended happily or not, she hoped Zhou Yi would only feel happiness and fulfillment with her.

Her love was pure, unblemished, and deeply moving.

The room radiated warmth, and their blissful connection lingered long after.

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An hour later.

Zhou Yi lounged against the headboard, his arm wrapped around Jing Wen, as they discussed company matters.

"Sister Wen, from now on, you'll handle meals for Huanyu's employees. Food is too important to trust to anyone else."

Jing Wen closed her eyes, savoring the comfort of this intimate moment. Snuggling closer to Zhou Yi, she murmured, "Of course. Whatever you need, I'll do without hesitation."

Deep down, however, Jing Wen felt uneasy. She sensed the growing gap between them and feared falling behind, becoming a burden rather than a partner.

But Zhou Yi's request reassured her, giving her a renewed sense of purpose.

While Zhou Yi had been busy building his company, Jing Wen had already scouted locations for her new business. His words always stayed with her, guiding her decisions.

"Sister Wen, I've found a spot near the university district's commercial street. It's close to your office. What do you think?"

"If you've chosen it, then it must be perfect. This is your venture, Sister Wen. I'm just providing some initial support. You don't need to consult me on every detail—I trust your judgment completely."

Zhou Yi gave Jing Wen full autonomy, despite funding the project himself. He hoped this shop would become her foundation, allowing her to live more comfortably in the future.

Knowing Jing Wen's independent nature, Zhou Yi understood that simply handing her money wouldn't sit well with her. Instead, offering her a business to manage herself would bring her greater satisfaction.

Hearing this, Jing Wen beamed. "Alright, then. Let's open it on the commercial street. The name will be 'Wen Yi Restaurant.'"

The name carried a double meaning, incorporating both their names cleverly. While simple, it held deep significance for her.

Zhou Yi immediately grasped its meaning and praised it warmly. "Beautiful—and meaningful too."

Afterward, Zhou Yi prepared to return to work. He transferred several million to Jing Wen's account before heading downstairs for a quick bite.

As he descended, Lao Hai chuckled from across the room. "Kid, visit Sister Wen more often. She keeps glancing at the door, missing you but too shy to say anything. Stubborn as ever."

Zhou Yi paused, glancing toward the kitchen where Jing Wen was still busy cooking. He nodded. "I understand, Uncle Hai."

Lao Hai patted his shoulder. Though not much of a talker, his intentions were good—he only wanted the best for them.

Before leaving, Jing Wen handed Zhou Yi a large bag filled with boxes.

"Xiao Yi, these are homemade desserts. If you get hungry at work, eat these. They're cleaner than store-bought ones, and I used high-quality cream."

"Thank you, Sister Wen. I didn't know you could bake. You're truly talented."

Zhou Yi was genuinely surprised—he'd never seen her bake during the time he'd known her.

Jing Wen simply smiled, urging him onward. "Hurry to work. Don't keep your employees waiting."

Mentioning employees reminded her of the elegant woman she'd seen standing beside Zhou Yi in recent news headlines. Though questions about Jiang Ruolan filled her mind, Jing Wen refrained from asking anything in front of him.

As for the desserts, she had only recently learned to make them. Lao Hai had watched her spend countless hours perfecting her craft, knowing it was all for Zhou Yi.

As Zhou Yi drove away, Jing Wen stood at the doorway, watching until the car disappeared, her eyes brimming with longing.

Lao Hai sighed. "You went to such lengths to learn baking for him, yet you didn't say a word. If you told him, he'd surely appreciate it more. Men love seeing effort put in for them."

Jing Wen shook her head. "This is something I chose to do willingly. If he knew how much effort I've poured into it, he might feel pressured. Xiao Yi is a responsible person—if he knew how much I've sacrificed, he might hesitate to leave even if our feelings change someday. But I don't want that. I know I can't hold onto him forever—he doesn't belong to someone like me."

Jing Wen had never expected Zhou Yi to be hers alone. No matter what the future held—whether marriage, children, or separation—she resolved to cherish the memories they shared. As long as he was happy during their time together, that was enough.