Thoughts and intentions

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Meng Yanxiu calculated the time very accurately. When he came out of Professor Qian's office, exactly fifteen minutes had passed.

"Why are you standing here?"

As soon as he went down the stairs, he saw Wu Jianwei standing upright at the entrance of the first floor as if nailed to the spot.

It was the time between the end of the evening self-study class and the start of the next. Many students were walking along the path outside the building, and from time to time, someone would glance at Wu Jianwei.

Wu Jianwei looked up at the voice, with a tired look in his eyes: "Boss Meng, is there any other work?"

"No." Meng Yanxiu stood in front of her, "I'll take you home."

"No, no." Wu Jianwei refused without thinking, "It's very convenient for me to take a taxi. The company will reimburse me."

Meng Yanxiu looked at her in confusion. "It's nine o'clock now, and we're outside the city. You studied here before, so you should know better than me. How can there be a taxi on the road at this time? Even if there was, I don't know how long the wait would be."

Wu Jianwei was of course aware of this, but she didn't want to get in Meng Yanxiu's car, nor could she move. She just hoped that the crowd at the door would disperse soon.

"Mr. Meng, I'll have a car soon. You can go first and don't worry about me." Wu Jianwei said firmly.

Meng Yanxiu became suspicious and looked down at her feet.

She was wearing a pair of black suede stilettos, and there was a faint red mark on the edge of her heel. Looking closely, it looked like blood.

"Your feet are rubbed?"

Meng Yanxiu then knelt down on one knee, his fingertips resting on her fair, slender ankle: "Take off your shoes."

Kirimi's heart suddenly beat violently, and the cold touch of his fingertips seemed to penetrate her blood through her skin.

She subconsciously lowered her head. Meng Yanxiu had already squatted at her feet. He moved so fast that she had no time to react.

"Mr. Meng, what are you doing?" She was so shocked that she immediately took a step back.

This movement touched the most sensitive part of the wound, and a piercing pain instantly shot up at her, causing her to gasp in pain.

Meng Yanxiu stood up, stared at her intently, and said in a heavier tone, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that your foot hurt? Why did you keep enduring it? When did it start?"

"I'm really fine, please go first."

Wu Jianwei was also puzzled. She hadn't worn these shoes before and they didn't rub her feet. But after not wearing them for a long time, the entire heel was rubbed off. In addition, the soles were very thin, so the forefoot was numb and painful. When it touched the ground, it felt like being pricked by needles.

I could still bear it at first, but after resting for a while in Professor Qian's office, my nerves seemed to be temporarily relaxed and then suddenly poked again. I just walked downstairs and couldn't take another step.

Meng Yanxiu asked coldly, "How are you going to get back?"

"When everyone here leaves, I'll take off my shoes and go outside to get a taxi." She didn't want to walk out barefoot in such a crowd.

Meng Yanxiu said sternly, "Aren't you a germaphobe? Don't you find the ground dirty when you step on it? It rained this afternoon, and the ground outside isn't dry yet."

"How do you know I have mysophobia?" Wu Jianwei blinked in confusion. When did he notice it?

"That's not important." Meng Yanxiu glanced at the time and went back to the previous sentence, "I'll take you back. It's too late now. If anything happens to you, the company can't be held responsible."

Wu Jianwei was about to continue to refuse, but Meng Yanxiu interrupted her.

"Take off your shoes now." Meng Yanxiu took a step closer.

"I don't."

Wu Jianwei is also very stubborn. Although the work is important, Meng Yanxiu is too nosy. If she really makes him angry, the worst that can happen is that she will quit.

"It's still eight hundred meters from here to the parking lot. Cars can't drive in. Can you walk there like this?" Meng Yanxiu asked again.

Wu Jianwei didn't let him fool her: "I won't take your car."

Meng Yanxiu never thought of asking her to take a taxi home. He buttoned his sleeves and stood beside her.

"Take off your shoes and I'll carry you to the car."

He spoke naturally as if he was talking about something ordinary.

Wu Jianwei felt like he was struck by a silent thunder, his shoulders tensed and even his arms were covered with tiny bumps.

Surrounded by many people, she lowered her voice, but still couldn't help yelling at Meng Yanxiu, "Are you sick? You're such a lecher. I knew that in the eyes of people like you, women can be toyed with! I'm telling you, you're not decent, but I'm not a casual person!"

Seeing her so angry, Meng Yanxiu actually laughed softly: "Am I not disciplined?"

"You have a girlfriend but you still flirt with others at will. Not only are you indecent, you are not a human being." Wu Jianwei became even more angry at his contemptuous attitude.

"I don't have a girlfriend, and I'm not married."

Meng Yanxiu slowed down his voice, as if afraid she couldn't hear clearly: "That was just a polite way of rejecting the other party. You've never used such an excuse before?"

“…”

The air seemed to be still. Wu Jianwei still had a lot of words to say to him that were stuck in her stomach. She held them back and said flexibly, "Sorry."

Meng Yanxiu didn't show any displeasure, but instead relaxed his brows: "Can I carry you to the car now?"

"Of course not!" Kirimi looked at him warily.

"So we're just going to stay here in a stalemate?"

Meng Yanxiu sighed, and then said in a tone of compromise: "How about this, either I carry you on my back or I hold you in my arms, you choose one."

Wu Jianwei wouldn't choose either option. She was wearing a skirt, so how could he possibly carry her on his back? And hugging her was out of the question. However, hailing a taxi on the street at this hour was inconvenient, and Meng Yanxiu hadn't shown any intention of leaving. If they delayed any further, it would only get later.

"I can walk to the car." Kirimi squatted down, supported the floor with one hand, and began to take off his shoes.

Meng Yanxiu also knelt down on one knee, and supported her arm with his palm: "I'll help you."

"No need." Wu Jianwei wanted to withdraw her hand, but she needed to use both hands to undo the straps, and he was more stable. She didn't struggle anymore, quickly took off her shoes, and stood up immediately.

Meng Yanxiu took the shoes from her hooked fingers: "Let's go, walk slowly, I'll get them."

Kirimi's eyes widened slightly: "No, I'll get it myself."

But before she could finish her words, her body swayed. She stood up too quickly after squatting down, and her blood sugar suddenly became low.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yanxiu raised his hand to block her waist without touching her.

"It's okay, I just have a little hypoglycemia." Wu Jianwei took out a pink candy from her bag and put it in her mouth. Her blood sugar concentration has been lower than 2.8mmol/L all year round. At this moment, she has foot pain and dizziness. What she feared has come true.

She just bent her knees and wanted to squat for a while, but she didn't expect...

"Then don't be stubborn."

After Meng Yanxiu finished speaking, he tightened his arms without warning, raised them up and held her horizontally in front of him, hooked her shoes with his fingertips, and walked straight through the crowd towards the parking lot.

For a moment, the students passing by all looked sideways, all discussing: "Look, who is this guy? The woman looks like Kirimi Wei? They are doing this in school? Are they filming some idol drama?"

One of them suddenly said, "Isn't this the senior who asked to borrow your meal card in the cafeteria? Turns out she is Kirimi Wei."

The female classmate who had lent them her meal card looked at them in shock. "Oh, even after all this, she still doesn't admit he's her boyfriend. She must have deliberately embarrassed me in the cafeteria! She's so scheming! Oh, and did you hear that Zhou Shuye, the former top student in the Computer Science Department, is coming back as an exchange student? She also refused to admit he was her boyfriend back then."

"Ah? No wonder there's a rumor that she loves raising fish..."

Although she couldn't hear the gossip clearly, Wu Jianwei still covered her face with her hands, her body as stiff as solidified cement. Her voice was a little trembling, but she kept saying to Meng Yanxiu, "Put me down!"

Meng Yanxiu didn't react at all. Wu Jianwei tried to jump down, but she felt dizzy when she moved. Meng Yanxiu had a pleasant smell on him, which smelled familiar and inexplicably gave her a sense of peace.

"If you're resistant, I'll put you down, but will you make sure you can stand firmly?"

Meng Yanxiu's arms were around her waist and legs, but his hands were not touching her body. His tone seemed as if he was discussing with her, but also as if he had made a final decision.

She was heartbroken. Forget it. Everyone had seen her. What was the point of walking down now? She couldn't even walk as fast as Meng Yanxiu. It would be better to cover her face tightly so that she wouldn't be bothered.

"Wow!" A deep male voice suddenly came from above.

Meng Yanxiu looked back, sighed, said nothing, and continued walking.

"Who is it?" Wu Jianwei asked.

Meng Yanxiu said softly, "Professor Qian."

“…I’m too embarrassed to go back to school.”

Wu Jianwei felt weak all over. She tried her best to move her legs twice and subconsciously buried her head deeper, but this made her lean closer into Meng Yanxiu's arms. She didn't realize that this action was very intimate.

"Is it so embarrassing?" Meng Yanxiu raised his arms following her movements and fell into her arms.

Wu Jianweisheng was helpless: "Hmm..."

Meng Yanxiu walked very fast, but his hands were steady. He stopped beside the car and said, "Put your hand on my neck."

"Why?" Kirimi asked.

"I have to let go of one hand to open the car door. If you don't hold on to me tightly, I will fall." Meng Yanxiu said it very naturally.

Wu Jianwei quickly pushed him, stepped on his knee, and slid to the ground: "I'm fine now."

"Oh, that's good." Meng Yanxiu withdrew his hand. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, thank you." Wu Jianwei took the shoes back from his hand, stepped on the door frame to get into the car, and patted the dust off the soles of her feet facing outside.

Meng Yanxiu also got in the car. He first sent a message and then asked, "What's your home address?"

After Kirimi finished reading the address, he continued to reply to messages and then started the car.

"Do you need to ask for leave tomorrow?" Meng Yanxiu held the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the front.

Wu Jianwei suddenly made up her mind. She clutched the seatbelt on her chest and said, "Mr. Meng, I can go to work tomorrow, but I want to take a day off next Friday."

Meng Yanxiu's expression remained calm: "Okay, I understand."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I want to take leave?" Kirimi turned her head slightly to look at him.

"Taking leave is your freedom. If you have annual leave, use it. If you take personal leave, I'll deduct your salary based on the amount of personal leave. What does the reason for your leave have to do with me?" At the red light, Meng Yanxiu turned around. "It's not a health issue, right? If you need sick leave, don't wait so long."

"No." Wu Jianwei avoided his gaze and looked out the dark window. Neither of them spoke again along the way.

When they arrived at the community, it was already 10:30 in the evening. As soon as the car stopped, Wu Jianwei immediately unbuckled her seat belt and pushed open the car door.

"Mr. Meng, thank you for sending me off. Goodbye."

Before she finished speaking, she took a step forward, but unfortunately was stopped by Meng Yanxiu again.

His voice was calm and composed: "Wait."

"Is there anything else?" Wu Jianwei sat back reluctantly.

Meng Yanxiu lowered the car window and stretched his arm out of the window.

There was a car parked in front, and the person standing next to the car ran over quickly and handed a shopping bag to Meng Yanxiu with both hands: "Mr. Meng, this is what you wanted."

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go back now." Meng Yanxiu put the bag back into the car and closed the window.

Wu Jianwei didn't understand what was going on and just sat there blankly.

"He is my assistant, Lin Jue." Meng Yanxiu said, taking out a Band-Aid from the bag and handing it to Wu Jianwei.

Then he took out a pair of slippers, removed the labels, leaned over slightly, and placed them at her feet: "Put them on and go up."

Kirimi lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the blingbling shoes. They were a pair of Rene Caovilla flat slippers, and the price was equal to her three months' salary.

"Mr. Meng, what do you mean?" Wu Jianwei bent down slightly to put on a Band-Aid, then sat up straight and looked at him.

Meng Yanxiu said calmly, "Put it on. Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

"I don't understand why you do this."

Wu Jianwei could tell at a glance that the shoes were size 36, and her feet were also size 36. Meng Yanxiu shouldn't have noticed such details.

"What are these?" Meng Yanxiu raised his eyebrows and asked her sideways.

Kirimi suppressed her emotions. She was overthinking it. This was just the habit of rich people to show their gentlemanly demeanor.

"Nothing, Mr. Meng, goodbye."

After saying that, Wu Jianwei pushed the heavy car door hard, holding her shoes in her hand, and walked away calmly barefoot without looking back or stopping.

The pair of blingbling slippers were still in place, flashing and reflecting the light like broken diamonds.

Meng Yanxiu watched her figure disappear from his sight, rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, and casually rested his arm on the window frame.

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring and said coldly, "So stubborn."

Wu Jianwei dragged her tired body into the house, her mind in a mess.

She didn't change her clothes, and her feet were covered in dust. She was afraid of dirtying the sofa, so she walked straight into the bathroom and sat down in the bathtub. Her phone vibrated three times before she heard it.

"Jiang Jiang, sorry, I was just thinking about something." Wu Jianwei answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang He was lying on the bed, wearing a facial mask, unable to open her mouth. She asked vaguely, "Mi Wu, what are you thinking about in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know either." Wu Jianwei changed the subject, "Jiang Jiang, I've asked for leave."

Jiang He straightened his lips, not daring to smile too much. "That's great, but why did you suddenly change your mind? You said this morning that you didn't want to change jobs for the time being. Is your new boss treating you too harshly?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words. I'll treat you to dinner next Friday when you get off work and we can talk then."

After finishing the call, Kirimi Wei put the phone aside, took off her skirt and took a bath.

When the wound on her heel came into contact with the hot water, she felt a sharp pain, but she didn't feel anything at the moment.

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