Chapter 96. She began to admit that he truly...

In the afternoon, amidst Wu Yuejiang's grumbling, He Yan and he parted ways in the building's parking lot.

One had to drink for his brother at a business dinner, while the other had to pick up his girlfriend from get off work.

Despite his complaints, Wu Yuejiang was genuinely happy for He Yan. He didn't know why Wen Xue made this decision, but he knew that from this day forward, she was more than just a responsibility to He Yan.

very nice.

Two people without homes now have someone to care about.

After getting into the car, he didn't rush to leave. He took out his phone and looked through the photos, pointing to one in particular.

At that time, He Heng received his admission letter from Xida University. He was happy that night, and He Yan was even happier. They took their adult younger brother out for barbecue and beer to celebrate, and asked the owner to take a group photo.

In the photo, He Heng sits in the middle, looking youthful and radiant.

He Yan, on the left, is only twenty-three years old, a time of youthful vigor. He has his hand on his younger brother's shoulder and, for the first time that day, he is laughing heartily and unrestrainedly.

The person on the right also laughed heartily, his teeth showing and his eyes disappearing.

At that time, they all thought that life had ushered in a new beginning, and that although the road ahead might not be smooth, it would definitely get better day by day.

drop--

The horn startled Wu Yuejiang, making him jump back to twenty-seven from twenty-three. He looked up and saw the jeep, which He Yan had driven for several years and might fall apart next year, speed away.

He laughed and cursed, "You're sick."

Considering my buddy has been single for so many years, and today his dream has finally come true, I'll let it go.

He Yan drove out of the parking lot. It wasn't rush hour yet, and he arrived smoothly at the teaching institution where Wen Xue worked part-time. He turned off the engine and got out of the car. His phone rang at an inopportune moment, and the screen showed that it was Zhou Zhan calling.

He was somewhat surprised; if he hadn't miscalculated the time, it was still dark in the United States.

Could something have happened?

After the call connected, Zhou Zhan's tired complaint came through the other end: "I had a fight with Zhou Yunshan. He wanted me to take the child back to China, but I didn't agree."

He Yan: "..."

Occasionally, he would wonder if Zhou Zhan was using him as an emotional dumping ground.

He was upset with his wife, so he went to him.

If you have a fight with your own father, go find him.

Is he a mild-tempered person?

"What right does he have to be angry?" Zhou Zhan became even angrier. "I told you, my daughter has no plans to return to China for the time being. If he wants to see his granddaughter, fine, he can come by himself. What is he thinking? Does he really think I'm still that little kid I used to be, that things can just be over and done with?"

He Yan walked towards the building without saying a word or hanging up the phone.

After Zhou Zhan finished confiding in him, he said, "Are you still awake, or did you just wake up? Take care of yourself."

Zhou Zhan, who had been chattering away just moments before, fell silent for a few seconds before asking, "What's wrong with you?"

In fact, Zhou Zhan had long been used to He Yan's indifferent attitude.

He didn't actually need anyone's comfort, advice, or response. He just wanted to talk to someone. Before, it was his wife, but she was pregnant and had to listen to a lot of upsetting things, which made her feel bad too. After looking around, the reliable He Yan was the most suitable candidate.

There is a connection between people based on fate.

Although he hadn't known He Yan for as long as some of his other friends, if he were to rank them, He Yan would definitely be in the top three of the people he trusted.

However, He Yan's strange behavior today set off alarm bells for him.

Why would I suddenly care about him?

"I'm in a good mood." He Yan arrived at the elevator lobby, pressed the up button, and decided to end the call. "Are you done talking?"

Zhou Zhan: "?"

"Hang up."

"??"

…

He Yan stepped out of the elevator and entered the teaching institution with practiced ease. The teachers there all knew that he and Wen Xue had a close relationship. Occasionally, he would come to pick her up after get off work. Gradually, the gym's coaches and some teachers stopped showing interest.

Wen Xue finished her last class of the day.

As she walked out of the classroom, she immediately saw He Yan, who had come to pick her up.

Their eyes met, and she blushed shamefully. She slowly walked up to him, handed him the empty water bottle, and said softly, "Pour me some water, I'm going to the lounge to get my bag."

He bought this large-capacity water bottle with a straw.

He Yan took the water and watched her hurried departure. A smile flashed in his eyes. Following her instructions, he went to the water dispenser and, considering the hot weather, filled it with more than half a kettle of cold water for her. He tightened the cap and heard her footsteps behind him.

"Let's go," she said cheerfully.

"Um."

He habitually took her canvas bag, and it was because of this repeated action that it had become muscle memory, causing those men who had feelings for her to become disappointed and give up.

Even before these people met Wen Xue, she had already gotten used to his care.

After He Yan and Wen Xue left, a colleague chatting at the front desk covered her mouth and chuckled, "Guess how long he pursued Wen Xue?"

Another boy pushed up his glasses: "Let's start with ten years."

It will take at least eight years, if not ten.

Firstly, the tacit understanding between them is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Secondly, He Yan exudes an aura of loneliness and disappointment that has lingered for many years.

The others understood his sarcasm and burst into laughter.

Wen Xue was unaware of her colleagues' teasing. She and He Yan walked out of the elevator one after the other. Suddenly, he took her hand, which was at her side. She was stunned and turned to look at him. He looked calm, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.

Pick her up from get off work and hold her hand.

He held her hand with his left hand and carried her bag and water bottle with his right.

The sky was still bright on a summer evening, and the beautiful afterglow shone on the marble floor, filling her heart with joy.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" He Yan asked in a low voice.

Perhaps it was because the sunset was so beautiful, but his voice sounded rather gentle.

"My colleague said there's a creative restaurant with a really nice ambiance," she whispered.

"OK."

He agreed without hesitation.

Wen Xue suppressed a laugh.

When they reached the car, he opened the passenger door and waited for her to sit down before fastening her seatbelt. When their eyes met, she seemed to know what he was going to do next. She opened the water bottle and tactically took a sip of water.

He Yan was both amused and exasperated.

He admitted he wanted to kiss her, but...

He laughed briefly, and she drank even faster.

He reached out and ruffled her hair, deliberately making it messy as a form of "retribution."

"Hey." She put down her water glass and reached out to grab his hand to stop him.

He Yan chuckled. It had been a long time since he had heard her call him that, and he missed it. He took her hand and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

When they got close, they could feel each other's frantic breathing.

He let go of her and got into the car.

Wen Xue glared at him, found a comb in her canvas bag and started combing her hair. Her gaze swept over the interior decorations of the car, and she noticed that the gray jeep had been decorated with many colors, all of which she had added little by little.

It was only at this moment that he clearly realized that she was taking over his life.

The two went to the creative restaurant that Wen Xue had mentioned for dinner.

She quietly noted today down on her phone calendar. It was easy to remember—the last day of July. Remembering what he had said before, she put away her phone, lowered her voice, and asked with concern, "By the way, you said before that Zhou Zhan's wife's due date was at the end of July?"

He Yan poured her lemon water. "She gave birth yesterday."

At this point, he concealed the complex emotions in his eyes, "It's a girl."

"A girl, really? That's wonderful," Wen Xue breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait, are mother and daughter safe?"

"certainly."

She was genuinely happy for the mother and daughter she had never met before, and almost burst into tears.

That's really...wonderful.

One has a lover, the other has a father.

Seeing her moved expression, He Yan took out his phone and showed her the exclusive photos that Zhou Zhan, who had just become a father, had sent with great joy.

Wen Xue quickly went over to take a look.

In the photo, the baby is wrapped in swaddling clothes, with thick baby hair, fair skin with a touch of red, eyes tightly closed, and outstretched hand clenched into a fist. He is so cute that he instantly melts her heart.

"So cute!"

Wen Xue looked up at He Yan with surprise, "She's so cute and clever."

He Yan couldn't help but chuckle: "I can't believe it, all newborn babies look the same. I gave them those things, and Zhou Zhan is now clinging to me. He insists that I be his daughter's godfather. What's going on?"

In fact, Zhou Zhan's original words were: Without He Yan, there would be no Zhou Zhan in this world.

Wen Xue burst out laughing.

She looked at him with sparkling eyes.

She began to admit that he had indeed done something truly remarkable.

Yes, she finally understood her heart. In the past and in the present, the people she liked and who moved her heart were always brave, fearless, and compassionate.

As He Yan was stared at so intently, he sensed her emotion, admiration, and affection. He coughed lightly, his cheekbones flushing suspiciously.

Fortunately, the restaurant was dimly lit.

She probably didn't see it.