Chapter 37 [VIP]

"Say it again, what are you going to do now???"

Wen Zhiyu put on a casual short-sleeved shirt from head to toe and said seriously, "I'll accompany her to learn skateboarding."

The receiver clearly picked up his heavy breathing; he sounded extremely angry, but in reality, he was so angry his liver ached. Qin Jianling asked with difficulty, "So you skipped your own book's promotional meeting to go skateboarding with her?"

Wen Zhiyu answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"..."

"I've already said everything I wanted to say at the last meeting. I'll listen to you on the rest."

"..."

Wen Zhiyu waited for a while without hearing a sound, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I have another question for you."

"ask."

"You used to take her surfing, now you take her skateboarding, what about the future? What are you going to do with her for?! If she goes to the moon, are you going to go with her?!"

Wen Zhiyu chuckled, "Go ahead, why wouldn't you go?"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Qin Jianling roared in a fit of impotence. "She has her husband with her, who does she have to do with?!"

Qin Jianling had intended to provoke Wen Zhiyu, but to her surprise, he remained calm and composed, even his tone still carrying a hint of amusement. "The things I did with her were things her husband was unwilling to do. Since the person involved voluntarily gave up the opportunity, it was naturally my turn."

"...Quack!!!"

Wen Zhiyu switched the speakerphone to receiver mode, opened the door and went downstairs, saying sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work on the meeting, Professor Qin."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The only response he received was a blind voice filled with rage.

Wen Zhiyu shut up, sent Qin Jianling a red envelope via WeChat with a note saying thank you, then put his phone back in his pocket, rushed down the stairs three steps at a time, and knocked on the guest room door.

"Wait a moment!" The woman's voice still sounded crisp and clear when it reached Wen Zhiyu's ears.

He raised his voice, "No rush!"

Despite saying there was no rush, Wen Zhiyu didn't sit down on the sofa in the living room to wait. Instead, he took two steps back, crossed his arms, leaned against the opposite wall, and stared intently at the door.

He understood Qin Jianling's meaning. He knew all too well that his position was illegitimate and that it was impossible for him not to be jealous and furious when he thought of her husband.

But Wen Zhiyu wanted to extricate himself from the situation.

The so-called "removing" means thinking about this matter from Han Shu's perspective. Only from her point of view, only thinking about her.

He couldn't judge her marriage, and based on the information available, it was difficult to draw a conclusion like "husband's failure." Everyone has flaws, and since Han Shu chose this man, she should seize the limited time she had to make up for her husband's shortcomings and to fill the void caused by them.

Wen Zhiyu's gaze fell on the porch.

On a typhoon day, the girl, soaked to the bone, stood there cautiously. She was shivering uncontrollably, her hair plastered messily to her skin, looking utterly wretched.

He was distracted. Although he was amazed by the first answer, he didn't have high hopes. So he didn't notice her predicament until she spoke up. He didn't know how far she had dragged her suitcase or what difficulties she had gone through... but her eyes were bright and she showed no signs of the collapse, helplessness, or exhaustion that should have been there. When she took the towel and thanked him, she even smiled and smiled, being both lively and polite.

That was Wen Zhiyu's first impression of Han Shu.

Therefore, when she became listless when talking about her family and husband, he couldn't help but get angry. It was like watching a whale shark swimming back and forth in a small space through the glass of an aquarium, feeling sorry that it should be freely roaming in the ocean, and angry that he couldn't change the established situation.

In the airport parking lot, when he saw Han Shu's mother take action without hesitation, he opened the car door and almost rushed over, and the conversation also reached his ears without missing a beat.

Wen Zhiyu had no right to interfere in Han Shu's life. But he wanted to do everything he could to open up more possibilities for her.

She is a resilient, brave, optimistic, and cheerful person, and he hopes that she can freely choose the life she wants.

"Clatter!"

Han Shu peeked out, about to call out to Wen Zhiyu, when he saw the figure leaning against the wall.

The man looked up at the sound, a thin mist gathering in his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. "All done?"

She opened the door wide, looking inexplicably reserved. "Why are you standing here?"

"I'll wait for you." Wen Zhiyu picked up two skateboards from the corner of the wall. "There's an open space at the southernmost part of the villa area. Let's go there."

On the way back, Han Shu, wearing sneakers, stared at Wen Zhiyu's brisk back, his mind filled with his conversation with Ling Lin.

When Ling Lin learned that the two were going to learn skateboarding, she said two words without hesitation.

"Pounce on him!!!"

Han Shu was so shocked that he spat out a mouthful of water. "Don't joke around!"

“Who said it was a joke? This is strategy.” Ling Lin adopted a more serious tone. “Do you know what a qualitative change in a relationship between men and women is?”

"What?"

"Physical contact!"

Han Shu placed the water glass on the bedside table, hurriedly pulled up the wet sheet, and was just about to grab some toilet paper to absorb the water when he heard this. Startled, he elbowed the water glass, knocking it over, and the bedside table also suffered the same fate.

"Did you hear that?!"

"No! How could I possibly take advantage of him?"

"Tsk!" Ling Lin said with exasperation, "Do you even want to find out what he's thinking? Words can lie, the brain can lie, but the body can't. Whether he likes you or not, you'll know once you try."

Wen Zhiyu sighed as he dodged the cockroach, "No need to try, he doesn't like it."

“That was before. Today he brought you flowers and told you he wanted to accompany you to do something—accompany you to do things your husband doesn’t want to do. What does that mean? There’s obviously something wrong! Listen to me, try again.”

Han Shu was conflicted and struggling, with two little figures in her heart. But when she had a close encounter with the earth, her emotions...

Pounce on him?

!

Wen Zhiyu helped Han Shu up and was worried.

"It hurts." Han Shu clutched his leg, his expression contorted with pain. "I need to rest for a while. Why don't you try Lu Chong?"

Wen Zhiyu had been protecting her the whole time, only moving back a little distance after she was able to get onto the brake pedal. Little did he know that a tragedy would occur in less than a minute. He figured that he could gain experience by trying it himself and help Han Shu get started quickly, so he followed her advice.

At first, Han Shu thought the person next to him was a one-in-a-hundred skateboarding prodigy, with graceful and fluid board-mounting and gliding postures, and even learned to turn left and right in just five minutes. Wen Zhiyu thought so too.

Until the skateboard beneath his feet sped forward at the speed of light, he lay on his back on the ground, his back and buttocks aching terribly.

Encouraged by him, Han Shu also tried to climb the double-knee. Seeing this, he hurriedly tried to slide over to help him, but the world spun around him and he also fell asleep on the hard cement floor.

The two stood with their feet together at a 60-degree acute angle, facing the sky, their cries of agony rising and falling.

Han Shu, clutching the bruises on his elbows, said weakly, "How about we buy two sets of protective gear before we continue learning? What do you think?"

Wen Zhiyu wanted to rub his butt but forcibly held back, and said tautly, "You're right, I'll go buy it tomorrow."

After a while, things calmed down.

Han Shu raised his neck, looked at the road rushing about ten meters away, and then looked at the double-topped bridge five meters above his head. "Shouldn't we pick up the skateboard? It's blocking the way."

Wen Zhiyu also raised his neck and looked at it. "Hmm... how about we wait a bit?"

"I think it's okay."

They both lay back down at the same time.

My old arms and legs are sore from the fall, I need to rest for a while.

A moment later, Han Shu asked again, "What if a car passes by now? Won't they think we're crazy?"

Wen Zhiyu didn't care at all, "It's nothing, I am Divine Metal. You said it yourself."

"..." Han Shu was so embarrassed that he almost scratched the ground with his fingers and toes at the same time. "Me too."

Wen Zhiyu let out a deep laugh.

Night fell silently, like a curtain gently drawn, like the sea embracing, gentle and tender.

Han Shu suddenly raised his hand, "Look, there are stars!"

Wen Zhiyu hummed in agreement, "Perhaps we can see the Milky Way later."

"The Milky Way?" Han Shu exclaimed excitedly, "Have you ever seen it?"

"I've met him, just once, when my manager dragged me there."

As her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, the stars began to wink at her, one after another.

"Look at those three on the east side, connected together, don't they look like a triangular rice ball?"

Wen Zhiyu looked in the direction he was being directed to and said, "A little."

“Look at that area again!” Han Shu waved his arm, marking out a territory like an emperor bestowing titles. “Doesn’t it look like a roasted chicken leg? The southwest side is the bone, and the upper part is the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside meat.”

Wen Zhiyu chuckled, "Are you hungry?"

Han Shu clutched his stomach with both hands, "...a little."

"Then let's go home for dinner."

Wen Zhiyu scrambled to his feet, extended a hand to Han Shu, and before she could grasp it, he clenched his fist, stretched out his arm, and revealed his wrist.

Their relationship is like this wrist bone—it's both intimate and somewhat distant, yet also distant and somewhat intimate.

Han Shu used the momentum to stand up, suppressing his emotions, "Let's go."

Wen Zhiyu picked up two skateboards and said, "Let's go."

Summers on Hainan Island are scorching and long.

Han Shu led a regular life of surfing and working in the morning, working and surfing in the afternoon, and learning to skateboard at home in the evening. During this time, she caught her first wave on her own and officially started her beginner course. Her road surfboard also went from being tamed to being used as a means of transportation with ease, and she could occasionally do a few fancy tricks.

As she stood on the board, maintaining a delicate balance, as she moved forward like a sword cutting through the wind, she felt a sense of control over her life, or perhaps it was just an illusion. But she didn't want to think about it too much; she just wanted to cherish every moment.

As for Mr. Question, his barrage of questions left her dizzy and overwhelmed, leaving her no time to dwell on whether she had gained an advantage or suffered a loss.

One day, Han Shu pulled Wen Zhiyu along to take care of the trees in the yard and the flowers that had sprouted from the seeds they planted together.

While she went to get a shovel, Wen Zhiyu turned the water pressure up to an extremely high level, performing a "celestial maiden scattering flowers" act.

"Hey! Don't let Miao Chong kill him!!!"

Wen Zhiyu obediently turned it off, then suddenly asked, "If a tree grew out of your feet, would you cut it down or cut down your own feet?"

Han Shu touched the tree trunk and said without hesitation, "I won't cut it down. I'll plant it upside down in the soil."

One day, Han Shu bought a new light blue halter-neck dress. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the entryway, then at her back, and nodded in satisfaction.

Wen Zhiyu stood to the side with his arms crossed, his eyes glazed over.

Han Shu cleared his throat. "Is it good-looking?"

Wen Zhiyu nodded, genuinely saying it looked good, his gaze still fixed on it.

Just as she was feeling embarrassed, she heard Zhiyu say seriously, "If one day you look in the mirror and find that your head has flipped back and forth, would you choose to turn your head or your body?"

Han Shu touched the mirror, "I don't want to die, I choose to turn the mirror."

...

Together with Wen Zhiyu, life has reached a delicate balance. A balance between the past and the future.

Han Shu mistakenly believed that this could continue forever, never touching that terrifying end.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. In mid-August, she booked a flight from Hainan Island back to Beicheng with tears in her eyes.