Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 47 - Chen Die was No Match for Him At All

July 04, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 47: Chen Die was No Match for Him At All

 

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

 

How could this man say something like that with a straight face while just standing there with a stick between his legs?!!

 

Chen Die was absolutely no match for him.

 

Even though she had always been very good at handling this sort of thing — with that pretty face of hers, she’d been confessed to by countless boys since she was a kid, practically drowning in love letters, and she’d always dealt with it effortlessly.

 

When it came to Wen Liang, it just didn’t work.

 

Right now, Chen Die felt like her legs were going soft all the way from her thighs to her waist.

 

She couldn’t take it anymore.

 

Chen Die pushed him away: “Don’t even think about it.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”

 

“I don’t have… that,” she muttered the last few words like a mosquito, then lowered her head.

 

Wen Liang was silent for over ten seconds, then started laughing against her shoulder. After a while, he dragged out a low “Oh” and tilted his head with a genuinely curious expression: “So that’s what you were thinking about?”

 

“......”

 

That laugh was so grating. Chen Die felt her face flush from the heat, thoroughly annoyed and angry now. She glared at him, “Wen Liang!”

 

He finally stopped laughing, patted her head, and comforted her, “Let’s wait until I’ve taken care of everything first.”

 

Chen Die: “?”

 

Why did that sound like she was looking forward to it?

 

What was wrong with this man?!

 

Chen Die didn’t want to talk to him anymore, and she definitely didn’t want to stay cramped up with him in this tiny bathroom.

 

Their fragile little love flower had withered and died overnight.

 

Chen Die quickly finished drawing her eyebrows, shoved Wen Liang aside, and walked out of the bathroom.

 

“You got an extra toothbrush?” Wen Liang called from inside.

 

Chen Die, clearly irritated, replied, “Bottom drawer, find it yourself.”

 

Soon after, Wen Liang also finished washing up and grabbed his suit jacket.

 

Normally, a suit like that shouldn’t go in a washing machine. Now it was a bit wrinkled. Chen Die glanced at it and asked, “Want me to iron it?”

 

Wen Liang, who had never been one to fuss about details, casually pulled it on: “No need.”

 

It had to be said — Wen Liang really did make clothes look good. Even that wrinkled suit turned into something else entirely once he put it on.

 

He buttoned up, then looked at Chen Die in the mirror. “You got anything to do today?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“I’ll be busy lately,” he said as he turned around and grabbed her hand. “You can start packing. I’ll come pick you up and take you back?”

 

Chen Die paused: “Huh?”

 

When did she say anything about going back with him?

 

“What is it?”

 

“I wasn’t planning on moving in with you.”

 

Wen Liang frowned. “Why not?”

 

“We’re dating now, okay? Dating. Do you understand that? Dating doesn’t mean immediately moving in and sleeping together.”

 

Wen Liang clearly didn’t understand, and seemed genuinely baffled by her logic: “But didn’t we already sleep together last night?”

 

“......”

 

Chen Die pushed him toward the door: “Alright, alright, go to work!”

 

After seeing Wen Liang off, the apartment returned to its quiet state.

 

Chen Die walked over and pulled open the curtains in the living room. The sunlight poured in like powdered gold, spilling across the room.

 

She sat alone in a chair, reviewing everything that had happened the day before from beginning to end. It still felt sudden, like everything had just kept happening before she was even ready.

 

And as she reflected, she remembered what Chen Shao had jokingly said to her before: “If you ever date Wen Liang, I won’t approve of it, you know.”

 

Also, although her contract didn’t explicitly forbid dating, it did state that before confirming and making a relationship public, she had to get prior approval from the company.

 

After thinking for a while, Chen Die called Chen Shao.

 

He picked up quickly, still sounding as laid-back as ever. “Hey, sis — how was your little day trip to the hospital yesterday?”

 

“Can you be serious for once?” Chen Die frowned, stood up to pour herself a glass of water, and leaned on the kitchen counter. Her voice was calm: “I’m with Wen Liang now.”

 

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a laugh: “Wow, look at you — actually reporting your relationship to your big brother?”

 

“……” Chen Die rolled her eyes. “It’s part of the contract, remember?”

 

Chen Shao didn’t mind. “You two move fast. I thought you were gonna mourn for at least three years.”

 

From his reaction, Chen Die could already tell he had nothing serious to say. After a few casual exchanges, she hung up the phone and then told Fang Ruan about it as well.

 

Fang Ruan had long suspected something was going on between the two of them, so when she received Chen Die’s message, she wasn’t all that surprised.

 

[Fang Ruan: You two should keep the relationship under wraps for now. There’s already too much news about you lately. If more comes out, people might use it to stir up gossip.]

 

Chen Die understood what she meant, and since she had no intention of putting her private life in the public eye anyway, she quickly replied:

 

[Chen Die: Got it.]

 

Wen Huaiyuan’s death was a major event in the business world.

 

Wenyuan Group had risen under his leadership, and under Wen Liang’s hand, it had developed into one of the most prominent companies, even surpassing several multi-generational family enterprises.

 

These past few days, many guests had come to pay their respects.

 

Wen Huaiyuan’s will was also officially announced.

 

He had fallen seriously ill a few years ago. At that time, Wen Liang had just taken over Wenyuan Group, and Wen Huaiyuan transferred a portion of his shares to him. Later, Wen Liang used various methods to acquire more shares from other shareholders, giving him over 50% ownership — making him the absolute majority shareholder.

 

The will was exactly what Wen Huaiyuan had told Wen Liang earlier.

 

He split his remaining shares equally between Fu Wanmei and Wen Qian, and other assets like real estate and futures were also distributed equally among the three, but he clearly stated that they were not allowed to interfere with any of Wen Liang’s decisions regarding Wenyuan.

 

All in all, Fu Wanmei and Wen Qian still walked away with quite a bit. Just those shares were enough to keep Fu Wanmei comfortable for several lifetimes.

 

Yet, she was still extremely dissatisfied. Her greed was insatiable — though she got the shares, she had been stripped of all decision-making power.

 

Now that Wen Huaiyuan was gone, both she and Wen Qian had essentially lost their support.

 

Wen Liang was known to be ruthless and without limits. Fu Wanmei was wary of him deep down and didn’t dare to truly challenge his authority.

 

On the third day, it was Wen Huaiyuan’s funeral.

 

Chen Die got up early, changed into black clothes, and was picked up by Zhu Qicong downstairs at her apartment.

 

“Miss Chen,” Zhu Qicong nodded. “Mr. Wen didn’t have time to come pick you up himself today. He asked me to bring you breakfast from Yunshuzhai.”

 

As he spoke, he handed her the box.

 

The box looked all too familiar — when she was filming <Hairpin Flowers>, she had this for breakfast nearly every day.

 

Chen Die accepted it, thanked him, and got into the car.

 

She had originally been worried it might be inappropriate for her to attend the funeral, but as soon as she got out of the car, she ran into Ye Chuqing.

 

“Hey hey hey, Chen Die!” Ye Chuqing immediately waved at her enthusiastically.

 

In front of a funeral filled with flower wreaths, it was hardly appropriate. As soon as she shouted, her father, standing beside her, frowned and tugged her back: “Who’s that?”

 

“My friend,” Ye Chuqing lowered her voice, realizing it wasn’t the time or place.

 

She then ran over to Chen Die, nearly bumping into Zhu Qicong, who was getting out of the car as well.

 

Still holding a grudge about how she was humiliated the first time she met Wen Liang — and how it was Zhu Qicong who offered to drive her away afterward — she decided to extend her resentment to him too. She shot Zhu Qicong a dirty look, flipped her hair, and linked arms with Chen Die.

 

Zhu Qicong: “……”

 

As they entered, they were greeted by Wen Huaiyuan’s portrait.

 

Even in the photo, despite his age, it was clear he had once been a strikingly handsome man. But Wen Liang didn’t resemble him — Chen Die guessed he probably took after his mother more.

 

Fu Wanmei was greeting guests off to the side, still appearing as poised and elegant as ever.

 

Chen Die thought of the story Aunt Zhang had told her — about how Wen Huaiyuan had been completely heartless to Shen Yunshu. And looking at Fu Wanmei now, Chen Die felt that maybe, even in the second half of his life, Wen Huaiyuan hadn’t experienced much genuine love from her either.

 

“Chen Die?”

 

Ye Chuqing noticed she had zoned out and gently nudged her with her elbow.

 

Chen Die came back to her senses and bowed slightly to place the flower she held in front of the altar.

 

She and Ye Chuqing sat down together.

 

Ye Chuqing hadn’t been back in the country for long, and most of the attendees were businesspeople from her father’s generation — not many she personally knew.

 

Some guests kept glancing over at Chen Die. Though many of them weren’t into entertainment news, Wen Liang had made such a high-profile announcement that they naturally viewed her with more interest.

 

Some even came over specifically to talk to her.

 

Chen Die brushed them off with a few polite lines. Beside her, Ye Chuqing chuckled, “If they knew you were a Chen family heiress, they’d probably suck up to you even harder.”

 

She glanced around, then leaned in close to Chen Die’s ear again and whispered, “Hey, do you think that idiot Chen Shuyuan will show up?”

 

“No. And I doubt the Chen family will come at all,” Chen Die replied.

 

Ye Chuqing looked curious: “Why not?”

 

Although the people attending were cold and businesslike, and it was a funeral, not a single one of them looked remotely sad or grieving.

 

Just like those few who had tried to cozy up to Chen Die earlier — to them, even this occasion was nothing more than a good networking opportunity.

 

But at least the Chen family, being such a large enterprise, still had to go through the motions for face-saving purposes.

 

“Since the Chen and Wen families don’t get along, Fu Wanmei probably won’t invite anyone from the Chen family to an occasion like this.” 

 

Ye Chuqing heard the general idea, propped her chin up, tilted her head to look at Chen Die, and asked, “What about you then?”

 

“I don’t need her to invite me,” Chen Die paused, then smiled at Ye Chuqing, “I’m with him now.”

 

Ye Chuqing froze for a moment, looked at her in disbelief, and then raised her hand to pinch the back of Chen Die’s hand, criticizing, “Sis, what’s going on?! You surrendered so quickly?! This is a betrayal to me!”

 

“......”

 

“When did you two get together?”

 

“Last night.”

 

“You two move fast! If Wen Huaiyuan knew, he’d probably be turning in his grave.”

 

“……” Ye Chuqing’s skill at teasing was just as sharp as Chen Shao’s. Chen Die shot her a glance, “I think you and Chen Shao would make a good pair.”

 

“Yuck!” Ye Chuqing immediately responded.

 

As they were talking, suddenly a voice came from behind them, with a tone of surprise, “Chen Die, is that you?”

 

Chen Die turned around.

 

The man in front of her seemed to be around her age, dressed in a standard white shirt and black suit, wearing a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses. He looked quite handsome.

 

… Wait, he looked somewhat familiar.

 

The man looked at her and tilted his head, “You don’t remember me?”

 

“Sorry, you are…” Chen Die started, but then suddenly had an impression. The face in front of her connected with a distant memory. She quickly stood up, surprised, “Older brother Jiang Xian(Jiang Xian-gege), is that you?”

 

The man smiled, “Good memory, Xiao Die.”

 

“How did you end up here?”

 

Chen Die immediately realized she might have asked the wrong question, as there could only be one reason for him to appear here. She quickly corrected herself, “What are you doing now?”

 

Jiang Xian took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to her.

 

It had his company name on it, with the title ‘General Manager’ next to it.

 

“You started your own business?”

 

Jiang Xian nodded, his voice warm, “Yeah.”

 

“That's impressive.”

 

“You’re the impressive one now, a big star,” Jiang Xian said, “I’m one of your fans.”

 

Ye Chuqing, sitting beside them, kept glancing between the two, confused. Since when did Chen Die have another brother?

 

Ye Chuqing furrowed her brows and suddenly spotted Wen Liang talking to some guests nearby. Her gaze shifted toward them.

 

After briefly talking to a few people, Wen Liang apologized and made his way toward them.

 

Chen Die was still talking to Jiang Xian when suddenly someone wrapped their arm around her waist from behind. Wen Liang leaned in from behind her, gently pulling her back and extending his hand toward Jiang Xian, “Mr. Jiang.”

 

Jiang Xian shook his hand, his gaze briefly flicking to Wen Liang’s hand around Chen Die’s waist before quickly moving away, “Mr. Wen.”

 

“You two know each other?” Chen Die turned to Wen Liang.

 

They were standing so close that when Chen Die turned her head, her nose nearly brushed against his cheek.

 

She wasn’t used to being so close to Wen Liang in front of so many people and instinctively tried to step back. But before she could move far, Wen Liang held her waist and pulled her back, bringing them even closer.

 

Wen Liang spoke in a soft voice, “Business partners.” 

 

“I didn’t see Mr. Wen earlier. Please accept my condolences for your father,” Jiang Xian said, “I’ve known Xiao Die since she was little. Didn’t expect to run into her here.”

 

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression indifferent.

 

Chen Die glanced at him and softly explained in his ear, “He’s an older brother I knew before I came to Yan City.”

 

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow. His hand at her waist lightly squeezed, then, without showing any emotion, he murmured an “Mm” and kissed her forehead.

 

His action was affectionate and natural.

 

Many people around had already noticed them, and it was clear they were the center of attention.

 

Having just drunk some alcohol, Wen Liang’s body temperature seemed warmer than usual. He spoke in a voice perfectly suited to the situation, “Sit for a while. When this is over, I’ll take you home.”

 

The warmth from the alcohol mixed with his heat made the air around them even more intense.

 

Chen Die’s ears started to tingle.

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