☆、Extra 6 She Should Get What She Wish For (Wen Ci Yi Chapter)

Stubbornness is the most absurd form of romance and loyalty. —Wen Ciyi

Does everything in this world need a definitive answer?

I don't think so.

It's rare to be clear-headed, and it's rare to be confused.

What's true and what's false, what's false and what's real, why bother caring?

As luck would have it, I encountered her during one of the rare acts of kindness I had ever shown in my life. The little girl was crying her heart out, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

You see, fate is so wonderful. Many years later, we met again, but we are no longer the same as when we first met.

The gears of fate changed; she met someone else, and although I didn't meet anyone else, I certainly didn't wait for her.

We just happened to meet and then just happened to miss each other.

Even more coincidentally, the person she was with was Fu Chenyan, a guy I dislike even though I don't hate him.

She mistook him for someone else; she mistook him for me from when I was a child. How stupid of her!

I secretly harbored ulterior motives and tried to sow discord between them, but every time I got the same result: although she had indeed mistaken him for someone else, she still loved him very much.

How to describe that kind of love? Complete trust, complete acceptance, complete dependence—she loved him so much.

She loved him very much.

Fu Chenyan is so lucky. I admit, I'm secretly jealous again. How come he gets the best of everything so easily?

He must be the chosen one.

At times like these, I secretly wonder if that fool hasn't mistaken me for someone else, then perhaps her passionate love belongs to me.

But there are no "what ifs," they were so close they were like one person.

Jealousy, resentment.

If Fu Chenyan treats her badly, I'll snatch that idiot away and make her happy like I did when we were kids.

But Fu Chenyan has always disappointed me. He dotes on her and cherishes her. Her beautiful face always has the brightest smile. She is always innocent and beautiful.

I deliberately made her misunderstand that I liked Tan Yueli, just to make her completely believe that my intentions were pure, but I found that she didn't seem to care. Her eyes were only on that one man.

I have a thousand, ten thousand ways to annoy them. Given Fu Chenyan's possessiveness, if this happens a few more times, he will definitely develop some resentment.

After all, the person who understands you best in this world is always your enemy. I know Fu Chenyan too well.

But I feel like I can't bear it. I always feel that a fool like her should always be smiling, always happy, and always pampered.

She deserves all the advantages and freedom she is born with.

She deserves to get what she wants.

Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, we should pluck them down for her.

Give her whatever she wants.

It's a very inexplicable emotion, but I just stubbornly feel this way in my heart.

Of course, she didn't know, and nobody else knew either.

I have never shared this strange idea with anyone. Perhaps it was out of sympathy for the little girl who cried so much when she was young, or perhaps it was simply because her smile was so beautiful.

unimportant.

Tan Yueli asked me if I liked her.

I said, "Who knows?" Actually, I wasn't joking; I was serious.

In my eyes, whether I like her or not is not important; as long as she is happy, that's all that matters.

I love seeing her smile, I love seeing her being pampered, I love seeing her being adored by everyone.

So, I don't know if I like her or not. Anyway, it doesn't matter. What matters is that she absolutely must be happy.

Later, after attending their wedding, I watched her walk step by step into his arms, her eyes full of smiles and her face full of happiness.

I felt a strange sense of comfort; she had finally found happiness, which was wonderful.

I subtly asked her if I wanted to be the godfather of her child, but she actually told me that she didn't like children.

I don't like children.

Is this something that can be said?

However, I lost my status as the child's godfather, and I hate it.

I can already imagine how beautiful their baby would be. My godson or goddaughter, who is so big, is just gone like that.

My heart aches.

Just then, Fu Chenyan saw me, walked over, and put his arm around her waist. She turned her head and smiled brightly at him. He glanced at me and said, "Why don't you hurry up and have a baby, President Wen?"

Me: "..." What am I supposed to have a baby if I'm a single dog?

Fu Laogou is no good.

I held back for a while, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. "If Mr. Fu is in such a hurry, then let's hurry up."

Yes, I was provoking him.

I'm also a little curious whether he knows her true feelings.

What if she doesn't like children, but he needs children to inherit the family business?

I have some secret thoughts.

Then he said, "If you don't like children, Mr. Wen can find someone to have one of his own, anyway, Mr. Wen..."

Okay, okay, I give up.

All these years I've been getting nothing good out of Fu Chenyan.

You really don't learn your lesson.

They are truly in love, year after year, it seems like they're always in the honeymoon phase.

One day she asked me, "Don't you have any girls you like? Don't you want to settle down?"

I tilted my head and thought for a moment, then answered very seriously, "I haven't met him yet. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Who knows what the future holds?"

I really don't know what the future holds, or who I'll meet.

But if possible, I still hope that if I meet that person, we can be as happy as they are.

If not, then being alone is fine too.

Nothing can be forced.

But what's even more infuriating is that, even after several years, Fu Chenyan still treats me like a thief, as if I'm always ready to steal his girlfriend.

I don't know what's so great about a stingy man.

Okay, as long as she's happy.

Over the past few years, my state of mind has become more and more peaceful. One day, I was strolling in the park when I saw elderly men practicing Tai Chi and elderly women dancing in the square, all full of enthusiasm.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, realizing that one day I had actually fallen in love with the simple pleasures of everyday life.

I sat on a bench, appreciating the ordinary, everyday life around me. Two children were playing on a seesaw next to me, the scale tipping towards the boy's side.

The girl couldn't suppress her tears no matter how hard she tried, and burst into tears, looking as aggrieved as the little girl she had met years ago.

I smiled, shook my head, got up, and picked her up. Afraid she would misunderstand that I was a bad person, I explained, "Don't cry, brother will give you candy."

As soon as I said it, I suddenly realized that I felt like the bad guy.

But the little girl stared at me with her round eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, her big eyes blinking rapidly.

My heart softened again and again.

"Hey, you won't cry after you eat the candy." I patted her head, and the little girl wasn't shy at all, nodding obediently.

Then she asked a surprising question: "Brother, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Um?"

A mischievous glint appeared in the girl's beautiful eyes. "You're so pretty, brother."

I chuckled and instinctively asked her, "What's wrong?"

"I like handsome young men."

The brat looks almost exactly like that idiot from back then.

She also said that she likes handsome young men.