Chapter 120 Extra (5): He no longer restrained himself, nor did he pretend.

The constant stream of work calls was driving Wu Yuejiang crazy.

This is so worrying.

At this time last year, Changya Transportation's shipments plummeted, causing him so much distress that he lost his hair.

Business has been exceptionally good this year, with demand exceeding supply and orders increasing daily. Even in his dreams, he is overwhelmed with work and affairs, and he is exhausted.

Wu Yuejiang took his phone and walked out of the room, intending to find a quiet, empty place to smoke a cigarette and refresh himself. Just as he arrived at the elevator lobby, he bumped into He Yan, who was beaming with joy—this was his own description. If they weren't that close, ordinary friends would never be able to tell He Yan's true feelings at that moment.

Where to?

Where to?

The two spoke in unison.

Wu Yuejiang rubbed his chin. "Let's go downstairs for a smoke."

He Yan nodded calmly. He paused for half a second and said slowly, "I'm going to buy Wen Xue some food. She probably doesn't like the food here. She didn't eat much tonight."

"..."

Wu Yuejiang didn't know why, but after hearing these words, goosebumps appeared on his arms under his shirt.

This is retribution, and also reincarnation.

He probably annoyed He Yan quite a bit when he was dating before, so now his buddy got the chance to annoy him.

Okay, he admitted it, that's fair.

"Buy me some too," he said.

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped into the car together.

He Yan remained unmoved: "Buy it yourself, I don't have time to deliver it to you."

Wu Yuejiang leaned against the elevator wall and rolled his eyes.

They quickly descended to the first floor. There were other guests outside the elevator, so the two stepped aside to let them pass, walked through the lobby, and left the hotel. It was already past midnight; perhaps tomorrow was National Day. The small county town was bustling with activity, and small red flags could be seen everywhere.

"I'm going there."

He Yan looked across from the hotel. When he drove over, out of habit, he had memorized the terrain on both sides and knew where the supermarkets were.

Wu Yuejiang shrugged. "Go ahead."

In the darkness, his gaze followed He Yan's figure listlessly. He looked at him from all angles and felt that his friend seemed a little off today, as if he was too happy.

But the person getting married tomorrow isn't him, it's Nana and Wannian.

He Yan strode into the supermarket.

The supermarket wasn't big, but it was quite crowded at this time. He carried a shopping basket and browsed around. It was full in no time, mostly with things Wen Xue liked to eat: cherry tomatoes, yogurt, nuts, and of course, chocolate, along with some other snacks.

When he went to pay the bill, he opened his wallet, inside which was Wen Xue's ID photo.

It's a very small sheet.

A while ago, she took an exam that required ID photos, and he went with her. There were nine photos in total, but she only needed one, and he took the other eight.

She smiled sweetly at the camera.

He would chuckle every time he opened his wallet and saw it.

After paying, he walked out of the supermarket with his shopping bags. The night breeze was cool and pleasant. As he was about to return the way he came, he noticed someone selling bracelets by the roadside. He Yan took a closer look and was somewhat surprised to see jasmine flowers in this weather.

"Handsome guy, want to buy a skewer?" The shopkeeper stopped playing on his phone and enthusiastically called out when he saw someone stop.

"Um."

He Yan happened to have some change, and after a moment's thought, he bought a few skewers and carefully put them in his pocket.

They had been dating for over a year, and apart from special occasions, he would occasionally buy her a bouquet of flowers when he passed by a flower shop.

She would always mutter, "What a waste."

After saying that, she would happily take the flowers home, put them in a vase, and as the petals fell, she would ask people online and make them into bookmarks. He received several of them.

…

When the doorbell rang, Wen Xue had just finished showering and was still covered in steam.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, walked to the door, looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but curl her lips. How silly, how awkward. They had lived together during that time, although they didn't sleep in the same room, but he had seen her messy hair when she woke up in the morning and her drowsy state before going to bed many times before.

As soon as the door opened, He Yan stood tall and straight. He stared at her for a moment, then looked away. "I bought some food. Take your pick. If you don't want it, I'll take it to Lao Wu."

Wen Xue chuckled: "That won't do."

"Why not?"

He came in and placed the shopping bags on the table to the side. "You can choose what I bought for you first."

She moved closer to him, the faint scent of her bath lingering in his nostrils. Actually, he should be used to this. Before, when they lived together, he suffered quite a bit. She liked to walk the dog after dinner, then take a long, refreshing shower to wash away her fatigue. She would find a well-reviewed movie and watch it with him.

She was nestled in his arms at that moment.

When she gets into a good mood, she'll discuss the plot of the movie with him, her warm breath and gentle, smiling words enveloping him.

He was in a terrible state, but he had to pretend nothing was wrong and agree with her, saying, "Yes, that's right, um, I see."

"Let me see."

Wen Xue came to his side, opened the bag and looked inside. She only took cherry tomatoes and chocolate, and smiled as she tilted her head to look at him. "That's all. We have to get up very early tomorrow, and eating chocolate can help us regain our energy."

"Um."

He nodded, picked up the bag, and walked out.

He paused at the door and said, "I'll be back after I finish delivering this."

Wen Xue was slightly taken aback, then said, "Okay."

After he left, she realized what he meant by his words and couldn't help but laugh.

Meanwhile, He Yan arrived at room 3018 where Wu Yuejiang was. He knocked on the door impatiently, and when the door opened, Wang Yuan poked his head out, grinning, "Brother Yan, what brings you here? Are you looking for me or Boss Wu?"

"He replied?"

"I'm back, taking a shower!"

"Okay." He Yan handed the bag directly to Wang Yuan. "It's for him. I have something to do, so I'll head back first."

"Uh-huh."

Wang Yuan carried a heavy bag into the house, glanced at it casually, and saw that it was full of snacks.

Who was that just now?

Wu Yuejiang came out of the bathroom while drying his hair and asked a question.

"Brother Yan brought you food," Wang Yuan said with a drawn-out tone. "President Wu, Brother Yan is so good to you!"

Even brothers wouldn't be this close, would they?

Wu Yuejiang took it suspiciously and chuckled.

He Yan returned quickly as expected. From the time he left to deliver the food to his return, it was less than five minutes.

Wen Xue chuckled to herself and continued calmly packing her luggage.

He casually approached her and said, "Give me your hand."

"What?" Despite not understanding, she still reached out her hand to him.

As if by magic, He Yan appeared on her wrist in the blink of an eye with a string of jasmine flowers, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Where did it come from?" Wen Xue was overjoyed.

He smiled faintly and said, "It was stolen."

Then he took her other hand and put the same jasmine bracelet on her wrist. The light seemed to coat her wrist with a soft glow, making her so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her. He whispered, "I saw people selling these kinds of bracelets when I was driving a sports car."

"Did you buy it?" she asked.

He glanced at her. "What do you think?"

Isn't that a pointless question?

She wasn't in high school yet at that time. If he really wanted to buy it, how would he deliver it?

Wen Xue couldn't help but chuckle, raising her hand to admire the two strings of flowers, feeling instantly satisfied.

That's wonderful. This is the life she envisioned—not one of great wealth or daily surprises, but simply one filled with a little romance in her ordinary life.

It's worthless, but very precious.

…

late at night.

The curtains were drawn tightly, not a sliver of moonlight could penetrate the room, and only one lamp was on, casting a dim, hazy glow.

Wen Xue and He Yan lay there, their eyes both fixed on the smoke alarm on the ceiling, the red light flashing. Neither of them said a word, and then, without knowing who started laughing, the other couldn't help but chuckle.

She explained softly, "A few days ago, I went shopping with Nana, and she mentioned that she would arrange for me to share a room with you."

With just one simple sentence, He Yan understood everything.

His feelings were mixed for a moment.

Who says that couples who have been dating for a long time have to share a room when they go out? What is Nana thinking about all day long?

never mind.

Considering Nana's wedding tomorrow, I'm not going to bother arguing with her.

"No wonder," he said helplessly.

"What?"

“No wonder you’ve seemed a bit off these past few days.” He sighed. “I thought I’d done something wrong.”

As Wen Xue laughed, she suddenly realized that what he said wasn't quite right either.

Her smile vanished instantly, and she sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping off her body. She frowned at him and asked, "What did you do wrong?"

He Yan: "..."

He was genuinely helpless this time; he wasn't faking it.

Why didn't Lao Wu mention this before? When you're dating, you have to be on high alert when chatting with your girlfriend, otherwise you might accidentally say something that offends her, and the consequences could be quite serious.

"Do you really have to be honest?" he teased her on purpose.

"He Yan!"

He suppressed a laugh, stretched out his long arm, pulled her down, and pinned her beneath him.

Their eyes met, their breaths mingling in growing heat. She had eyes only for him, and he had eyes only for her.

“Okay, I’ll be honest.” He nuzzled her with his nose. “Last time we watched a movie, you asked me if it was good. I said it was good, but it was actually terrible. All the foreigners looked the same, and I couldn’t even tell who the main character was by the end.”

Wen Xue was stunned for a moment, then laughed nonstop, her face turning red.

After she finished laughing and her eyes were sparkling, he no longer hesitated. He pressed his thin lips to hers and sucked a few times. As if losing patience, he moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head, grabbed her tightly, and prevented her from escaping. Their lips and tongues intertwined.

The air conditioning running in the room couldn't drown out the wet, smacking sounds of their deep kisses.

The body in his arms went limp; he no longer restrained himself, nor did he pretend.

He was not the type to be gentle; when it came to what he desired, he wanted to possess it completely, leaving no room for anything else, and he only wanted to sleep in her arms.

Having finally broken free from his kiss, Wen Xue turned her head away, breathing heavily. The next second, her breath was taken away by him again. She wanted to reach out and push his shoulder, not to make him stop, but to let him catch his breath. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, he quickly thrust in, and her sobs were swallowed up in the intense and forceful kiss.

Gradually, he stole all her strength; she became dizzy and disoriented, while he remained as hard as stone.

The kiss lasted a long time.

His hot breath slowly moved downwards, biting her with a gentle yet firm touch through the thin fabric.

…

Ding-a-ling—

Wen Xue, who had only slept for a few hours, was woken up by her phone ringing. She frowned and reached for the phone charging on the bedside table, but as soon as she moved, the person behind her pulled her back and held her in their arms.

She was nestled tightly against his chest.

"Don't……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Wen Xue was startled by her own lazy voice. Luckily, she didn't answer the phone. "It must be Nana calling me to get up. We need to get up."

He Yan lowered his head, buried it in her neck, and kissed her ears and neck tenderly, still wanting to linger, his voice low and hoarse: "Sleep a little longer, it's okay."

Of course he's fine!

It's not his wedding...

"No." She flinched, trying to get away. "It's really time to get up. Don't keep them waiting, okay?"

"Never mind."

Seeing that she couldn't reason with him and he wouldn't let her go, Wen Xue finally snapped and said angrily, "He Yan, we're going to be late!"

He paused, finally regaining his senses, but still held her close, saying in a hoarse voice, "I understand."

When he let go, Wen Xue had never reacted so quickly in her entire life. She quickly threw off the covers, put on her slippers, and rushed to the bathroom, wanting to get as far away from this terrifying person as possible.

She cautiously closed the door, as if guarding against a thief, and went to the sink, mustering her courage to look at herself in the mirror.

Actually, it's not that bad.

He was probably worried that she would be scared and resistant, so he had been restrained and rarely did anything out of line, giving her enough time to get used to him and his intimacy.

So last night he went out and bought her favorite fruits and chocolates, as well as a jasmine bracelet that surprised her. The only thing he didn't buy was condoms. He gave her and himself a night to recover.

Only if she is willing and accepts will there be a truly meaningful next step.

While Wen Xue was brushing her teeth, He Yan came over with her phone, which had rung again. He leaned against the door and handed it to her, saying, "Nana's."

"I knew it."

She mumbled an agreement, glared at him, and answered the phone under his gaze, saying indistinctly, "I'm up, brushing my teeth."

He Yan stared at her intently.

After exchanging a few words with Nana, Wen Xue hurriedly hung up the phone.

He came to her side, picked up another toothbrush cup, and the two squeezed together in front of the sink, brushing their teeth in unison.

Wen Xue wanted to glare at him, but when she met his gaze in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile.

But she soon stopped laughing.

After kicking him out of the bathroom, she prepared to change into the bridesmaid dress that Nana had bought. Taking off her nightgown, she was caught off guard and confronted with the marks on her body—on her chest, lower abdomen, and even the inner thighs. The only saving grace was that no one could see these marks once she was dressed.

She hurriedly looked away, refusing to look, but her heart was pounding.

When Wen Xue hurriedly changed her clothes and came out, He Yan had also changed into a suit. He stood in front of the window, looking out at the outside world. His tall and upright figure was back to her.

She rarely saw him in a suit and tie, and felt a little unfamiliar with him. She paused slightly, and he seemed to sense her gaze. He turned around, and for a fleeting moment their eyes met, she awkwardly looked away, her gaze falling on the jasmine bracelet he had taken off the night before on the bedside table. She whispered, "The flowers are wilted..."

"It's no big deal." He walked towards her. "I'll buy it for you tonight."

The sense of unfamiliarity vanished instantly.

No matter what clothes he wears, he will always be the He Yan who puts her at ease.