Chapter 62 It's me who's afraid.

Chapter 62

The car kept stopping and starting during rush hour. Because of the destination, every stop and start was torture. I wanted to end this pain as soon as possible, but I was also afraid of the consequences.

Deep down, there was still a trace of expectation and joy that she had suppressed and didn't want to think about.

With only one intersection left, yet stuck in traffic again, even the usually good-tempered Wen Yining began to get impatient. She couldn't help but open the car window, taking deep breaths of the warm but not-so-good air outside, and frantically fanning herself.

Li Changjing was in a good mood the whole way, and he wasn't impatient at all with the traffic jam. Bored and lazy, he placed his phone on the seat and flipped through it with his fingers, while patiently watching the road ahead.

Li Changjing turned his head and gave her a sharp look. Wen Yining's voice stopped abruptly in his sight. She turned her eyes to look ahead, clenched her hands, took a deep breath to relieve the tension in her chest and the stuffiness in her breathing, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, her palm was picked up. Li Changjing held a tissue in his hand and carefully wiped the sweat from her palm with his eyes downcast. Wen Yining had this problem since she was a child. When she was too nervous or excited, her forehead would not sweat, but her palms would always be damp and sticky. Although it did not happen often, she was most afraid that her palms would touch something at this time, because it would always leave a wet patch on the object. She was glad that she did not have any friends who needed to hold hands.

Li Changjing knew about her little habit. He didn't know when it started, but he would take a tissue to wipe her hands without any disgust. He was meticulous and would first use a wet wipe, then a tissue, to carefully clean her palms.

Although he hid it well, those who knew him well knew that Li Changjing actually had a very spoiled young master's temper and was also a severe germaphobe.

Wen Yining had seen him socialize before; he was always the same, attentive and considerate to everyone. At first, she thought it was just his personality, but over the years he had taken care of her meticulously day after day.

She later told him about it, and he laughed and said that he was so much older than her, and she was only 18 years old, still a young girl.

Regardless of how sincere Li Changjing was to her in the past, what choices he made, or how many conflicts and estrangements there are now, he has always genuinely treated her like a child.

Looking at Li Changjing's appearance, Wen Yining suddenly felt like crying.

The suppressed thought in her heart was tempting her wildly.

Maybe I should just forget about it and not worry about it so much. I should just marry this person. I really, really want to marry him.

Realizing what she was thinking, Wen Yining quickly pulled her hand back, looked away, her eyes moist as she gazed out the window, desperately suppressing the desire.

Li Changjing threw away the tissue and did not forcibly pull her away.

The car started again and arrived smoothly at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. There was no parking available, so Yue Feng drove the car away to find a place to park. Li Changjing led Wen Yining out of the car, and another bodyguard followed with a briefcase in his hand.

Standing at the bottom of the high steps, I saw four or five couples waiting outside. Two girls were holding flowers in their hands. In the warm air, every couple's face was filled with happy and expectant smiles, and their eyes shone with hope. One of them even had a photographer with them, taking pictures in front of the gate.

"So you have to buy flowers today too. I'll take you to buy them after we're done." Li Changjing smiled and looked at the person above.

Wen Yining did not respond to his statement.

As soon as she got out of the car, Wen Yining broke out in a cold sweat, her palms were wet. Li Changjing didn't mind at all and held her tightly as they went up the steps. Wen Yining looked down at the steps and felt weak all over, her legs were trembling slightly.

"Go back, Li Changjing, wait a little longer." Her voice trembled slightly.

Li Changjing stopped, looking at her with a half-smile, "Waiting for what? Waiting for someone to take you away again? Who are you planning to find this time?"

Wen Yining shook her head, "No... I, I'm not feeling well, let's go back first."

At this point, it was nothing more than her last powerless struggle before "dying".

Li Changjing seemed oblivious to her deliberate attempt to evade the question, and patiently said, "Are you feeling unwell? Then I'll carry you. It'll be time for your appointment soon, so let's wait a little longer."

Wen Yining had nothing to say.

Li Changjing forcefully and unequivocally led her up the steps to the end of the line, where she patiently stood in the shadows, her bodyguards following beside her.

Whether it was their combination, their aura, or their striking faces standing together, coupled with the strange atmosphere, everyone in line looked at them.

The photographer with the camera hanging around his neck lit up and walked over to the two of them. "Hello, do you need a photoshoot? 520, 100 negatives, 10 retouched."

The bodyguard cautiously stepped forward but didn't stop them, glancing at the two of them.

Wen Yining stared at the ground with her eyes down, seemingly not having heard anything and remaining silent. Li Changjing nodded and smiled politely, "No need, thank you."

The photographer, eager to close the deal, continued his enthusiastic conversation, "How long have you two known each other? You're a handsome man and a beautiful woman; even a casual snapshot will turn out well."

Li Changjing glanced at Wen Yining, who was tense all over, and seemed not to understand the photographer's intention. Instead, he started chatting with him, which was unusual for him. "It's been more than three years, hasn't it?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Yining and asked, "Ningning, has it been three years?"

Wen Yining didn't respond to him.

The photographer looked at Wen Yining and smiled, "Miss, you seem very nervous. But I've taken so many photos of people getting married, and there aren't many who aren't nervous."

By this time, the sun had fully risen, and the temperature had also increased, making people irritable and feeling stuffy and hot all over. Wen Yining kept her head down and remained silent, her long hair tied into a loose bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair falling softly down to her snow-white and slender neck.

Li Changjing lowered his head slightly, his dark hair at the temples damp with sweat, and looked at her gently, saying, "Ningning, this gentleman is talking to you."

Wen Yining's eyelashes trembled, but she still kept her head down, shook her head, and remained silent.

Without warning, Wen Yining shook off Li Changjing's hand and ran downstairs, and the bodyguards immediately gave chase.

The newlyweds and photographers waiting on the steps were all stunned by this unexpected turn of events and turned to look.

Li Changjing's face was as cold as ice.

Wen Yining knew that her current actions were a pointless and ridiculous struggle. Where could she escape to? She couldn't resist at all. But she didn't care about anything else now; she just wanted to try.

If they get married, Li Changjing will truly be tied to her, and he will have no chance to turn back.

Perhaps it was her willpower that unleashed its potential, coupled with the bodyguard's hesitation to reach out and grab her bare, snow-white arm, that allowed Wen Yining to run down the steps and onto the sidewalk in one breath.

Wen Yining listened to her own panting, the footsteps of her bodyguards behind her, and the sounds of traffic on the road mixed together. She gritted her teeth and ran desperately. Then, screams of alarm and the sound of something crashing rang out behind her. A strong sense of danger came from behind her.

Not far away, Li Changjing's voice was filled with fear: "Ningning!"

Scalding heat approached from behind, along with the sounds of hard objects and an engine. Suddenly, her calf felt cold, and then her arm was yanked hard. Wen Yining staggered and fell to the ground. A chaotic mix of screams and crashes filled her ears. Only then did she feel a sharp pain coming from the spot that had felt cold before. Warm liquid instantly slid down her calf, and she turned pale with pain.

Wen Yining turned her head reflexively and saw that her calf had been cut open with a long gash, and blood was gushing out. There was a strong smell of blood. She instinctively covered her hand with her hand, and her palm instantly became covered in blood.

Ahead of her, a car suddenly sped onto the sidewalk, crashing into her and nearly hitting her before finally stopping after bending and deforming the iron railing of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

If the bodyguard hadn't pulled her back, she might be under the car by now.

What bad luck! Today is definitely not a good day!

Overwhelmed by tension, Wen Yining didn't feel afraid for a moment. She let go of her grip and instinctively reached for tissues. The blood on her hands smeared all over her body. Only when she touched her waist did she realize that she was wearing a white dress with only a small decorative pocket. She hadn't even taken her phone with her when she left, let alone tissues.

She looked down and saw that the blood was still gushing out. Apart from the wound and abrasions, she had no other injuries. However, her white dress was now covered in blood, and her hands were also covered in blood. The stark contrast of white and red made her unable to see how frightening she looked.

Hearing a sound, Wen Yining subconsciously turned her head to look. She had never seen Li Changjing so out of control. His face was even more unpleasant than hers, the victim. He ran over, knelt on the ground, quickly took off his coat, wrapped it tightly around her calves, and tied it securely.

A crowd gathered around her, and kind-hearted people went to rescue the driver who was stuck in the car.

Li Changjing held her in his arms, his hands and white shirt stained with her blood. He gripped her tightly, looking her up and down, his voice trembling with fear as he repeatedly asked, "Where else are you injured? Besides your legs, where else? Does your internal organ hurt? Does your stomach hurt?"

Li Changjing was trembling all over. He turned to his bodyguard and ordered, "Call Yue Feng back! Quick! Give me the phone! Call Li Xucheng!" The bodyguard immediately complied.

Li Changjing's usually calm and unhurried voice was trembling, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Ningning, you'll be alright! Don't be afraid, you'll be alright."

Wen Yining was half-embraced by Li Changjing, her face resting against his chest. She could hear his rapidly beating heart, and not only his arms were holding her, but his entire body was trembling.

Wen Yining knew she was alright, but she didn't realize how frightening she looked. She, the injured one, actually seemed much calmer than him. Her face was pale, and she habitually whispered to him, "What am I afraid of? I think you're the one who's afraid."

Li Changjing hugged her tightly, his voice trembling and hoarse, "Yes, it was me who was scared."

Author's Note: It's really hard to write now that it's almost finished. The first epilogue after the ending is about Fang Qi, then Li Changjing, and then some slice-of-life stories.

And it was purely by chance that the day wasn't a good day.