Chapter 123 Let's Break Up

Wen Jiu's back stiffened.

"Zhou Yanchuan."

She called his name softly.

The boy rested his head on her shoulder without saying a word, only gently pecking at her neck with his soft, cool lips.

Wen Jiu's eyes stung. She raised her hand to try to pry open the hand that was holding her waist, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get any strength out of it.

She turned her head to look at him.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Yanchuan's lips pressed against hers, his kiss both gentle and urgent, tinged with the saltiness of her tears.

He still smelled familiar, without the bitterness of tobacco, just a cool fragrance.

Wen Jiu still felt terrible. She had never felt so uncomfortable before. The bitter taste spread in her mouth, making her frown.

She tried to struggle, but Zhou Yanchuan held her waist, turned her around, and hugged her even tighter.

He kissed her lips anxiously, their teeth clashing, their wet tongues locked in a passionate embrace.

Reckless, restless.

Wen Jiu couldn't escape, so she looked up and endured all his pain.

Time passed second by second, and the boy's lips and tongues continued to entwine until they felt numb. He bit her lip before reluctantly pulling away.

Wen Jiu was breathless from the kiss, her face wet with tears.

Zhou Yanchuan didn't explain the kiss that came out of nowhere; he simply stroked her black hair with his fingers.

A long time passed.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want to leave me?"

Knowing him so well, how could he not have guessed?

Wen Jiu had been thinking about leaving him ever since they got together, but for Zhou Yanchuan, all of this happened in just three days.

Just three days ago, the girl was still snuggling in his arms, begging him to buy her the little cakes from the shop near the school gate.

During the time Zhou Yanchuan stood under the streetlight, he thought about many things related to her.

He wasn't stupid; Wen Jiu and He Shixu's actions had no other purpose than forcing him to break up.

But why, why did she suddenly have this idea?

After Zhou Yanchuan asked that question, the room fell into a deep silence.

At one o'clock in the morning, all that could be heard was the occasional sound of a horn from afar.

Wen Jiu's eyes were dark, and he stood frozen in place.

Zhou Yanchuan's emotions seemed to have reached their peak, but at this moment he calmed down and quietly looked at her.

"Why?"

Wen Jiu lowered her eyes, as if hiding something in her heart, and said softly, "Wen Chengyu owes money, three million."

A soft, low voice echoed in the room. Zhou Yanchuan's eyes shifted slightly: "You're looking for He Shixu because of this three million?"

"Um."

Why didn't you tell me?

Wen Jiu looked up at him without saying a word, but used her eyes to trace his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, trying to engrave his appearance in her mind.

She didn't know how long she had been looking at him, but her eyes became sore and she lowered her head again.

She sobbed softly, her voice low: "What's the point of telling you?"

Zhou Yanchuan realized she knew something and was about to explain when he heard someone ask, "Do you have money now?"

"I can borrow it."

Upon hearing this offhand remark, Wen Jiu couldn't help but shed tears.

How stupid!

He understood her, and she understood him just as well.

When it comes to saying harsh words, they always manage to find the most hurtful ones to say.

"What happens after you borrow it? How will you pay it back? Are you going to work or become a hostess?"

Zhou Yanchuan was speechless when asked the question.

"And do you know how this three million was incurred?"

The girl's sudden change of topic made Zhou Yanchuan frown, vaguely realizing something. Before he could think about it, he heard her say, "It's your house."

His expression changed slightly.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes and revealed the truth word by word: "It was your family that tricked him into falling into the trap they had created specifically for him. He thought he was going to get rich until he died."

Zhou Yanchuan looked down at the girl's tear-streaked face. There was no resentment or anger; he was calm, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't help but shed tears.

His throat tightened: "I don't know, I'll go find Zhou—"

"Looking for your grandfather?" Wen Jiu looked at him, her eyes filled with broken and helpless tears, and interrupted him softly, "What's the use of looking for him? He's already dead."

Zhou Yanchuan wanted to apologize.

But Wen Jiu couldn't bear to let him blame himself; this matter had nothing to do with him from beginning to end.

She choked up a little: "I don't hate Zhou Yanchuan, nor do I blame him. I just feel that we should just leave it at that."

"Is that all?"

Zhou Yanchuan's chest heaved as he tried to communicate with her calmly, but he clearly couldn't.

"Why does it have to be like this? I'll pay back the money I owe, I'll find out more about Wen Chengyu's matter, I'll resolve all of this, so tell me why it has to be like this?"

"Because I'm so tired," she blurted out.

Zhou Yanchuan felt as if a stone had suddenly been pressed on his chest, making it impossible for him to speak.

Suddenly, I remembered all the grievances she had suffered because of me.

He remembered her throwing herself into his arms and saying, "Coo me a little."

Did the idea of ​​breaking up already exist at that time?

"Xiao Jiu, I'll find a way. We won't need the Zhou family's money. I won't take you to see those people anymore. You don't like anyone, so we'll..."

"Zhou Yanchuan."

Wen Jiu interrupted, her eyes blurry as she looked at him, a bitter red tinge at the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes. "Haven't you realized that there are more issues between us than just these problems?"

A calm question caused the surrounding air to freeze once again.

During this silent moment, many images suddenly flooded Zhou Yanchuan's mind.

She was sick a while ago and cuddled in his arms, staying up all night to finish that puzzle, and there was that night in the mountains, and before that, the rainy day in front of the police station, or even now, Zhou Yanchuan's throat was burning with pain: "Xiao Jiu, did you never intend to have a good relationship with me from the very beginning?"

Wen Jiu avoided his gaze, tears streaming down her face.

"yes."

The moment he heard the answer, the boy's previously taut shoulders suddenly slumped, and even his breathing slowed down.

At that moment, Wen Jiu seemed to hear the sound of snow covering the branches and the sound of withered wood breaking.

The boy, who was always calm and composed and handled everything with ease, now revealed a look of helplessness and despair in his eyes.

Her heart ached so much it was numb, and she couldn't help but think, how could she, how could she have hurt Zhou Yanchuan like this?

You should have just refused in the first place.

But she was greedy and wanted more.

"sorry."

sorry?

Zhou Yanchuan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't manage a single smile.

Does he need her to apologize?

A silence fell between them, the air was tense, and time ticked by.

Wen Jiu stared at the puppy doll in the corner, and suddenly the image of him holding it and teasing Xiao Huang flashed into his mind.

"Go and call your mother over."

Her eyes softened, and her lips finally parted.

"Zhou Yanchuan."

Even though I've rehearsed it in my mind hundreds of times, when I actually have to say it out loud, I still can't help but tremble all over.

Wen Jiu moved her lips with difficulty, and in the silence, she heard herself say, "Let's break up."