Chapter 15.015. She even felt as if the whole world had turned upside down and she was the only one left...

Wang Yuan didn't have high expectations for today's confession. He knew his own limitations. He probably had a few drinks and bought a train ticket back to his hometown for tomorrow. Thinking that he wouldn't see Wen Xue for about ten days, he impulsively poured out his heart. He had considered that there was a 99% chance she would reject him. He could guess the reason for her rejection: she didn't have feelings for him or the two of them weren't a good match.

It's okay, he'll try his best to become the kind of person she likes.

But he never expected that she already had a boyfriend.

This caught him completely off guard. In his shock, he blurted out without thinking, "You have a boyfriend? But Brother Yan didn't say anything!"

He Yan, leaning against the wall a few steps away: "..."

Wen Xue was silent for a few seconds, her fingers curling slightly. She took a few soft breaths, her tone as calm as before, "Is that so? Maybe he forgot."

She paused, looked him straight in the eye, and smiled gently. "Also, you are a very, very good person. Don't belittle yourself like that. It's just that I have someone I really like, so I'm sorry."

She knows who the good people are and who the not-so-good people are.

The Wang Yuan in front of her was the former, and not only that, he was also He Yan's subordinate. For whatever reason, she felt warmth here. Wang Yuan didn't know that the person she liked so much was in Haicheng Cemetery, so she could speak her true feelings with ease.

Unlike those annoying guys who would reopen old wounds, Wang Yuan wouldn't say things like "But he's gone" when she clearly stated that she had a boyfriend.

How come he's gone?

He's still in her heart.

Wang Yuan slumped his shoulders, and his 1.8-meter height seemed to shrink considerably in front of her.

He's never actually liked any girls.

For someone like him who had been aimlessly drifting through life since his teens, Wen Xue's tranquility, simplicity, and clean, beautiful aura were a fatal attraction. Even though He Yan had said those things, he didn't fully listen to them. Every day when he looked at her, his heart would pound wildly.

But she already said she has a boyfriend. If he still thinks about her all the time, what kind of scumbag is he?

"Is there anything else?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Xue asked softly again.

Wang Yuan shook his head frantically, "No, it's nothing." He wiped his face and smiled awkwardly, "I'm the one who should be saying sorry."

He stammered, trying to make conversation, "What's wrong with Brother Yan? How could you forget something so important? Unbelievable!"

If Yan Ge had just told him that Wen Xue had a boyfriend, would he have done such a bastard thing?

Wen Xue lowered her eyes, concealing her sadness, feeling a little down. "If there's nothing else, I'll head over now."

Wang Yuan's face was burning, whether from the alcohol or from embarrassment, he didn't know. He was too embarrassed to follow, so he stood there dejectedly, scratching his head in frustration, wanting to punch himself. Wen Xue passed by him, and after a few steps, she seemed to sense someone's presence. She suddenly stopped and turned her head to look. In the dimly lit corridor, someone was leaning against the wall, playing with a plastic lighter. They stared at each other unexpectedly, but Wang Yuan, absorbed in his own world, didn't notice Wen Xue's brief moment of unease.

She looked at He Yan in surprise, and opened her mouth.

I don't know how long he's been standing there.

He Yan put away the lighter, silently shook his head at her, signaling her to be quiet, and pointed elsewhere. She hesitated, glanced back at Wang Yuan's back, thought for a moment, then turned a corner and followed He Yan. The two left in tacit understanding, one after the other.

The corridors of this karaoke bar are winding; without the signs, it would be like walking through a maze.

Wen Xue followed He Yan, turning left and right, until they arrived at the front desk. He asked someone for a bottle of warm milk for her, making no mention of what had just happened. He raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "It's getting late. They'll probably be staying up all night. Do you still want to stay here?"

She shook her head then nodded, and asked him uncertainly, "And... what about you?"

“I’ll take you back,” he said.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have abstained from alcohol today. He was considering that with her current physical condition, staying up all night would be exhausting and detrimental to her health. Moreover, she was someone he had brought with him, and in this situation, he didn't feel comfortable handing her over to anyone else. He had to be the one to take her home while she was sober.

"good."

Wen Xue was indeed a little tired, and said softly, "But my bag is still inside."

He Yan hummed in agreement, glanced around, and saw two claw machines. He went to the counter and exchanged his money for a small basket full of coins. Then he asked the supervisor, with whom he had some acquaintance, to keep an eye on Wen Xue. The supervisor seemed thoughtful and asked jokingly, "Girlfriend?"

"Don't talk nonsense, she's my sister."

"It startled me; I thought Mr. He had miraculously blossomed."

He Yan ignored her teasing, carrying a basket of coins, and shoved them all at Wen Xue's side. "Wait for me here, I'll go to the private room to get your bag," he explained. "If you go there and they find out, you might not be able to leave."

That's the truth. Li Jingru and Nana had a few drinks and then became quite dramatic.

They will definitely stop her.

Wen Xue smiled and said, "Okay."

He estimated that she had exchanged nearly a hundred coins. She took the coins and felt their weight. She stood obediently in front of the claw machine and put the coins in. He Yan stared at her for a while, then strode towards the private room without wasting any more time.

Inside the large bag, someone was screaming "I'll love you even if I die," a sound like a demonic chant piercing the ears.

He Yan's arrival went unnoticed by the others. However, Wu Yuejiang, who had been catching up on sleep in a booth, opened his eyes, reached out to remove the crumpled paper from his ear, and his gaze shifted to the fluffy toast bag in He Yan's hand, which was completely out of character for his cold and aloof style. He said knowingly, "Taking your sister home?"

He Yan tacitly agreed, "Keep an eye on them."

A group of people have worked hard all year, and these few days are the only time they can relax. Without someone in charge to keep an eye on them, getting drunk and acting crazy is the least of their worries; the real danger is that they might accidentally cause trouble. Wu Yuejiang nodded and yawned, "Go on."

He Yan had just pushed open the door to the private room and hadn't even taken two steps when he bumped into a dejected Wang Yuan.

Their eyes met, and He Yan awkwardly looked away. He wanted to walk past this guy and leave quickly, but Wang Yuan wouldn't let him, blocking his way and complaining, "Brother Yan, why didn't you say anything about Wen Xue having a boyfriend..."

He Yan had no way to respond to that.

If he hadn't stumbled upon it by chance, he wouldn't have known that Wen Xue was thinking this way.

For a moment, he was filled with mixed feelings.

One of the feelings must be heartache, heartache for the younger brother, and heartache for her.

In fact, at this time in his previous life, he did underestimate Wen Xue's feelings for He Heng. In his life, which was neither short nor long, he had never experienced what love was like. So he naively thought that He Heng was just one of Wen Xue's boyfriends, and if there was anything special about him, he was probably the first.

Wang Yuan muttered a few words. To say he was really upset wouldn't be an exaggeration, since he hadn't dared to think Wen Xue would accept him in the first place. But it was his first time confessing to a girl, so he felt a little lost. He took out a palm-sized box from his jacket pocket and muttered to himself, "I spent almost a thousand yuan on a bottle of perfume to give to her. She definitely won't want it now, and I have no one else to give it to. I wonder if I can get a refund."

I'm still a little worried about the money.

He Yan snapped out of his daze, glanced at him with amusement, and without saying a word, took out his wallet, opened it, pulled out a wad of cash, didn't bother to count it, but there were at least ten bills, casually rolled them up and stuffed them into Wang Yuan's pocket, patted his shoulder, and said in a coaxing tone, "Alright, alright, it's no big deal, I'll reimburse you, go in and sing karaoke, and go home happily for the New Year tomorrow."

After saying that, he lifted his leg and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

"Brother Yan, brother, my own brother!"

Wang Yuan didn't mean it that way, but he still couldn't help but grin. He chased after He Yan on the spot, nimbly and accurately stuffing the perfume bottle into He Yan's coat, giving He Yan no chance to react, and quickly slipped back to the private room like an eel.

He Yan reached into his pocket and touched the perfume box, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Did he expect someone to give him this?

He thought about throwing it away, but then remembered that it had cost him over a thousand yuan, so he gave up and continued walking steadily forward. He hadn't been gone for long, probably less than ten minutes, but when he returned to the front desk lobby, Wen Xue was sitting quietly on the dark blue sofa, holding three dolls of different sizes in her arms. She seemed out of place in the lively atmosphere.

Wen Xue was lost in thought when suddenly a shadow fell over her and enveloped her. Before she even looked up, she knew who it was. Her gaze slowly moved upward. The bag she bought at the night market seemed to have turned into a piece of freshly baked toast in his hands.

She couldn't help but smile.

"You arrested him?" he asked, somewhat surprised.

"The claw machines here are easy to win, so it's a bit boring." She spread out her palm, revealing a fifty-yuan note and a twenty-yuan note. "So, I went to the front desk to exchange some money."

He Yan didn't take it: "Take it and buy some milk tea."

Wen Xue took the toast bag he handed her, put the money into her coin purse, and then carried it on her back.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs side by side and left. The West City seemed like a ghost town in the dead of winter. The cold wind blew like a knife without mercy. Wen Xue shivered and glanced at He Yan out of the corner of her eye. Wasn't he cold at all?

Fortunately, the car wasn't parked too far away. She habitually walked to the passenger door and stood there, but He Yan became interested and asked her in a low voice, "Did you bring your driver's license?"

She should have a driver's license. If his memory serves him right, he saw He Hengfa's status on social media one day. There were two freshly issued driver's licenses placed side by side.

Young couples have their own quirky rituals; they even have to get their driver's licenses on the same day.

Wen Xue didn't understand what she meant, but still replied, "I brought it, it's in my bag."

“Okay.” He Yan handed her the car keys. “There aren’t many cars on the road right now, so you can try driving back.”

"I??"

Wen Xue was startled and took a half step back, at a loss for what to do. "But I can't drive!"

“You’ll know how to drive once you have a license.” He Yan was amused by her and encouraged her, “Give it a try. Everyone starts as a beginner. I’ll sit in the passenger seat. Don’t be afraid.”

Wen Xue pursed her lips, her gaze shifting. She hesitated, looking at the car and then peering at the almost deserted road. He Yan didn't urge her, patiently waiting for her to nod or shake her head. After a while, she asked softly, "What if we hit someone?"

"Won't."

What if I bump into a stray cat or dog?

"Won't."

"What if you bump into a railing or a tree stump..."

He Yan had no idea what she was thinking. Why was she always thinking such unlucky things? If anyone else had said such things to him, he would have told them to shut up long ago.

But at this moment, he could only suppress his emotions: "...No."

Wen Xue was reassured by his three "I won't". She managed to calm herself down. She was already very familiar with this car key. With worry and a little bit of expectation, she pressed the door open button, walked around the front of the car to the other side, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and made up her mind. She opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Never mind!

Anyway, he made her drive it...

He Yan leaned forward slightly, his gaze passing through the glass to look at Wen Xue sitting in the car. A faint smile appeared in his eyes. He thought that Wu Yuejiang's jinx might actually come true. Perhaps in her heart now, he was a tyrant.

But he really felt that since she had already gotten her driver's license, she shouldn't waste it. She should learn to drive and get on the road. When she graduated, he could buy her a car, and then she could hold the steering wheel and go wherever she wanted.

He didn't get in the car, but instead followed to the driver's side.

Wen Xue had finally mustered her courage, but when she saw him arrive, she assumed he had changed his mind because of her timid appearance. She hurriedly reached for her seatbelt, but he stopped her, saying, "Don't move, I'll adjust your seat."

As he spoke, he bent down closer to her, placed one arm on the steering wheel, and gripped the handle with the other, and the seat began to rise.

She held her breath and leaned back in her chair without moving.

My palms were sweating with nervousness.

He Yan adjusted her seat and was about to ask her how she felt when he turned his head and saw her with a look of resignation. "..."

He pondered for a moment, then hesitated, "Don't want to drive?"

"No, not exactly." She looked at him and confessed, "I'm a little scared."

"That's how it is when you first start driving."

Were you scared the first time?

He Yan lied through his teeth, "Of course, I'm very scared."

Wen Xue, however, believed her without a doubt and nodded, "Okay, I'm not afraid anymore."

He closed the car door for her, walked around to the front of the car, sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and taught her how to start the vehicle. After a flurry of activity, the jeep drove out of the parking space, sometimes as slow as a snail, sometimes as fast as a snail on wheels.

"Oh no, what do I do? I don't know how!"

Despite being jolted back and forth by the bumpy ride, He Yan remained calm and reassured her, "Just drive like this, you're driving very well."

"Really?"

"Um."

…

The vehicle was driving on the wide road.

Once she got the hang of it, Wenxue would nervously ask herself every now and then, "I feel like I'm driving really fast, am I speeding?"

He Yan had her three dolls lying on her lap, propped her head up with one hand, and chuckled helplessly: "No."

Wen Xue seemed to be experiencing the joy of driving. A smile appeared on her lips. Although she was not going 70 miles per hour, she felt inexplicably free and at ease. There were indeed very few cars on the road late at night. It was freezing cold and all was quiet.

She even had the illusion that the whole world had turned upside down to just her and He Yan.