Chapter 84 Who are you thinking about?

Jiang Tingwan walked to the car in high heels. As soon as her fingertips touched the door handle, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

She looked back and saw that Wen Nian had caught up with her. His collar was slightly messy and his hair was a little messy due to the night wind.

"You're coming out so soon?"

There was a hint of disappointment in Jiang Tingwan's tone. She thought she could get rid of him with the help of Ou Ya. She opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

"Miss Ou didn't invite you to have a few more drinks?"

Wen Nian followed in without saying a word and slammed the car door.

A faint smell of alcohol suddenly filled the closed compartment.

He stared at Jiang Tingwan's profile for a few seconds, and suddenly chuckled:

"Sister's heart is really made of stone."

His voice was slightly hoarse from being drunk. "He didn't even turn his head back."

Jiang Tingwan adjusted her skirt carelessly: "Didn't you want to come here on your own?"

She looked up at him, her red lips curled up in a playful arc.

"Ou Ya is richer than me and likes you more. Wouldn't it be better to follow her?"

Wen Nian's eyes darkened.

He suddenly leaned forward, his drunken breath spraying into Jiang Tingwan's ears:

"Sister, my deadline has not yet arrived."

His slender fingers lightly brushed the curve of her waist, causing Jiang Tingwan to shudder slightly.

"You want to get rid of me now..." He chuckled, "Is it too early?"

Neon lights flickered outside the car window, and light and shadows flowed on Wen Nian's handsome face.

Jiang Tingwan noticed that the corners of his eyes were slightly red, obviously because he had been forced to drink a lot of alcohol in the box just now.

She leaned back calmly, but he grabbed her wrist.

"What are you afraid of, sister?"

Wen Nian moved closer, his nose almost touching hers, "I won't eat you."

His tongue flicked across his lower lip as he spoke, like a naughty and dangerous child.

Jiang Tingwan felt a headache when she saw him like this: "You are drunk."

"yes,"

Wen Nian took her hand and put it on his burning cheek, "So sister has the responsibility to take me home."

He blinked, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. "Otherwise, I am so good-looking, what if I get kidnapped by bad guys?"

The driver in the front seat took a peek through the rearview mirror, then quickly pretended he saw nothing.

Jiang Tingwan was somewhat helpless, "Sit down."

Jiang Tingwan stretched out her other hand to press against his chest, but he grabbed her wrist again.

Wen Nian looked down at her slender wrist, and gently stroked the beating pulse on the inside with his thumb:

"Sister, why didn't you let me sit properly when you sent me off just now?"

His voice was hoarse with a hint of grievance, "If I really leave with Ou Ya, will my sister come to find me?"

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows and curled her red lips:

"Won't."

She pulled her hand back and tapped Wen Nian's forehead with her fingertips, "Because--"

Before he could finish his words, the car suddenly braked.

Wen Nian fell forward unexpectedly due to inertia. Jiang Tingwan subconsciously reached out to block him, but was pressed down on the seat by him.

Their breaths intertwined in an instant, and Wen Nian's lips were only an inch away from hers.

Wen Nian lowered his head, rested his forehead on her collarbone, and smiled grimly:

"You see, the car wants you to be closer to me."

He hooked her fingers again and bit them gently: "Sister's hands are so cold, can you cool them down for me?"

Jiang Tingwan finally couldn't stand it anymore and glanced at him coldly: "If you don't get up, get out of my house tonight."

Wen Nian sat up straight, but there was still some dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Sister always threatens me like this."

He tugged at his messy collar and complained quietly.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Jiang Tingwan rubbed his temples, "You want to make fun of me when you have nothing better to do?"

The neon lights outside the car window cast changing shadows on Wen Nian's face.

He suddenly put away his aggrieved and obedient expression and looked over at me with burning eyes:

"Can't I just like you, sister?"

Jiang Tingwan turned her head and looked out the window, seeing the hustle and bustle of traffic in the night.

She chuckled: "Do you think I'm stupid? Is this what you call love?"

"So what do you mean by like?"

Wen Nian kept asking.

Jiang Tingwan turned around and met his persistent gaze.

In an instant, many images flashed through her mind uncontrollably.

The way Lu Zhaoye lost control that night, the way Xie Duo held her in his arms when the car accident happened and groaned in pain, the way Chen Guan held her in his arms as he returned to the car despite the rain on her body...

Sure enough, she could see through Wen Nian's tricks at a glance because she had truly experienced what it was like to love someone...

Wen Nian keenly noticed that the person next to him was distracted, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he felt inexplicably unhappy.

He reached out and twisted Jiang Tingwan's chin, his voice carrying an unprecedented chill:

"Who are you thinking about, sister?"

Jiang Tingwan came back to her senses and slapped his hand away: "Anyway, you're like this, it's not love."

The carriage fell into silence.

Wen Nian suddenly laughed softly, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "It's normal that my sister doesn't believe me."

He leaned back in his seat and looked up at the roof of the car.

"We have known each other for such a short time that I am not as good as the person you are thinking of."

"But sister," he turned to look at Jiang Tingwan, his eyes frighteningly focused, "I will make you believe me."

The car slowly stopped downstairs.

Jiang Tingwan was about to get out of the car when Wen Nian suddenly pressed the door: "It's the last day."

His voice was as light as a sigh. "I'm moving out tomorrow."

Jiang Tingwan paused but didn't look back: "Good night."

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Wen Nian sat alone in the dark living room, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hand that had just touched Jiang Tingwan.

He remembered the knowing look in Jiang Tingwan's eyes every time she looked at him, as if all his little thoughts were exposed in front of her.

At first he just thought it was interesting and wanted to see how this seemingly calm and composed woman would react when being teased.

But tonight in the car, when she was caught off guard and pressed under him, the faint fragrance penetrated into her nose, and he was reluctant to get up.

Wen Nian irritably pulled open his collar, his Adam's apple rolling.

He tried to convince himself that it was just his desire to win.

After all, I have never been rejected by anyone.

But the tenderness that flashed in her eyes when she was distracted pierced his heart like a thorn.

Who is she thinking about?

Was it Song Zhi, the pretentious hypocrite? Or was it the nosy man that morning?

Wen Nian's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the glass made a sound of being overwhelmed in his palm.

The night breeze blew in through the half-open window, blowing away some of the alcohol smell.

Wen Nian stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the lights outside.

He narrowed his eyes, put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, and suddenly laughed softly.

Do you think you see through me?

He whispered to himself, his fingertips tapping a dangerous rhythm on the window frame.

This is just the beginning.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

The alcohol burned my throat, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in my heart.

"Whoever you're thinking of..."

He licked his fangs and gave an almost morbid smile, "In the end, you can only think of me.