The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family Chapter 245

Early in the morning, the recording of the reality show featuring the married couple Jing Zejun and Wen Qingyan continued.

The cara panned, and the first to appear in the fra was Wen Qingyan, who had just finished his workout and was now skillfully preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Director Xu wasn’t surprised, as he had seen Wen Qingyan cook before, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit nostalgic.

It was hard to believe that so many years had passed, and everyone from back then had undergone significant changes.

“Do you cook often now, Wen Qingyan?”

Wen Qingyan, while expertly frying a sunny-side-up egg, replied to Director Xu.

“Not really, but when I’m with Zejun, I like to make her favorite dishes. We often wake up early to exercise, and I want her to have breakfast ready as soon as we’re done.”

Since marrying Jing Zejun, Wen Qingyan’s daily routine had gradually aligned with hers, including the habit of waking up early for exercise.

[So people beco better after marriage, while others seem to deteriorate…]

[Don’t say that, I’m feeling a bit emotional.]

[Wen Qingyan has truly beco more dostic, and what’s more, they seem to bring out the best in each other!]

[So heartwarming! Just seeing them live happily makes feel content!]

[Sa here!]

[I’m different though, I’m just curious about how enjoyable it must be to run in such a luxurious estate!]

[I wonder if they might bump into other mbers of the Jing family while jogging.]

[Unlikely, but they might end up running into soone else’s property.]

[Hahaha, that’s too funny.]

By now, Wen Qingyan had finished cooking and was plating the food. Jing Zejun had already finished her morning routine and ca downstairs.

“Today we’re having egg and bacon sandwiches,” she said.

Wen Qingyan, as usual, sat beside Jing Zejun. Hearing the delight in her voice, he smiled softly, his entire deanor radiating warmth.

The two enjoyed their breakfast together, as they always did.

As Jing Zejun ate her sandwich, she suddenly rembered sothing.

“Oh, by the way, your parents are coming back the day after tomorrow.”

She was referring to Wen Qingyan’s parents. She had once worried about how to get along with them, but they turned out to be much more approachable than she had imagined.

Like Wen Qingyan, they were gentle and kind, even more carefree than her own parents.

Since Jing Zejun and Wen Qingyan got married, the couple had almost embarked on a world-touring plan, occasionally traveling with Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng.

Hearing Jing Zejun’s words, Wen Qingyan took a mont to process.

“They’re coming back?” he asked, surprised. Jing Zejun looked up, puzzled. “…Didn’t your mom tell you?”

Wen Qingyan couldn’t help but laugh. He had always been independent, partly due to his parents’ hands-off approach.

Now that he was married, they didn’t even feel the need to inform him of their travel plans.

“You could say that. Ever since they started traveling, apart from ssages to assure us they’re safe, they haven’t shared anything else.”

This wasn’t an exaggeration. Wen Qingyan and his parents weren’t the type to share every detail of their lives.

Jing Zejun’s eyes sparkled with amusent, her smile serene. “Well, you can’t compare to . I get photos and stories from them every few days.”

Wen Qingyan handed her a glass of milk, his gaze tender, feigning resignation. “Yes, yes, I’m always last in this family.”

Though he said that, he couldn’t be prouder or happier.

Listening to their conversation, the production team and viewers could guess who they were talking about and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Perhaps worried that Wen Qingyan might get embarrassed, Director Xu seized the mont to introduce the day’s the—hosting guests.

The production team had already arranged for guests, but to maintain an elent of surprise, their identities were kept secret.

Wen Qingyan handed Jing Zejun a napkin. “Guests? Are they people we know?”

Director Xu chose to remain mysterious but dropped a hint. “Of course, both of you should know them.”

Should know them? That probably ant they weren’t too close.

But Wen Qingyan wasn’t too concerned. He trusted that Director Xu wouldn’t invite soone they disliked.

[Who is it? Who is it? I’m so curious!]

[Could it be Jing Yiyi? Why all the secrecy?]

[Probably not. We just saw her in the prelude, and she lives next door. There’s no need to treat her as a guest.]

[Who could it be?]

[Rumor has it, it’s a popular young actor from the entertainnt industry.]

[Oh? That’s disappointing. I was hoping to see Jing Yiyi and Jing Zejun’s families together.]

[And Mr. Jing and Young Master Jing! Life without them feels like an eternity!]

[Who doesn’t feel that way?]

[Young Master Jing is still sowhat visible in the entertainnt world, with paparazzi shots here and there, but it’s so hard to catch a glimpse of the eldest brother!]

The conversation gradually veered off track.

But for Wen Qingyan, it didn’t matter who was coming. It just ant an extra person for dinner. His main goal in joining the show was to spend quality ti with his wife.

As Wen Qingyan walked over with a plate of freshly washed fruits, he saw Jing Zejun sitting in the living room, talking to Jing Yi on the phone.

To be honest, he wasn’t the type to complain.

But really, what was the point of calling soone you’ve been seeing almost every day?

Wen Qingyan sighed almost imperceptibly, sat down beside Jing Zejun, and began feeding her strawberries while she continued her conversation.

[Hahahahaha, this feels so familiar!]

[Wen Qingyan, you’re not doing great here. It’s been so long, and you still haven’t managed to edge out Jing Yiyi.]

[Hahahaha, that’s too harsh!]

[Isn’t the funny part that they live next door and just saw each other yesterday, yet here they are on the phone?]

[Maybe Wen Qingyan is thinking the sa thing.]

Jing Zejun opened her mouth to eat the strawberry, her attention still focused on Jing Yi on the phone.

“Really? Jing Yi, do you know who’s coming?”

Whatever Jing Yi said on the other end made Director Xu visibly nervous, until Jing Zejun spoke again.

“Then it’s not true. Those gossip accounts could co up with dozens of nas.”

They chatted for a while longer, and by the ti they hung up, Director Xu was almost sweating from anxiety.

Jing Zejun was still wondering who the guest would be. “Qingyan, who do you think the guest is?”

“I don’t know, but my dear Zejun, could you please focus on for now?”

Jing Zejun was montarily stunned. Glancing at the caras and the production team, she blushed and gave Wen Qingyan a playful glare.

“…So, what do you want to do?”

Wen Qingyan felt a little smug. Using his charm occasionally still worked wonders.

He took Jing Zejun’s hand, and the couple leaned close together, planning their afternoon activities.