Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Why did you frame me?
Since Yan Qianqian's return, this was the first time the Pan and Yan families had gathered together. Yan Zhiwen and Pan Qing drank tea in the tearoom, while the two wives and the aunt worked in the kitchen. The aunt had worked for Yan Zhiwen for many years, diligent and efficient, and was primarily responsible for preparing the main dishes for dinner. Pan Xianchen and Yan Qianqian's mother gathered in the kitchen to help. Soon, Yan Qianqian's mother cut up the fruit, placed it on a plate, and called the two children over to eat.
Pan Xianchen came over, took the fruit plate and carried it to the living room. Yan Qianqian was nowhere to be seen.
"Where has Qianqian been hiding this time? Sometimes at home, her father and I can't find her for a long time."
Pan Xianchen said, "I'll go look upstairs."
Yan Qianqian was squatting on the floor, her bedroom door was open, her large suitcase was opened and lying on the side, and on the clean wooden floor were rows and rows of small things, all of which she had bought from abroad.
Pan Xianchen stood at the door of her bedroom, refusing to step inside. After a moment, Yan Qianqian didn't even look up, as if she couldn't see him. Pan Xianchen knocked on her door and said, "Are you setting up a stall?"
"I want to give some chocolate to Sister Wen Yu..." Yan Qianqian carefully selected, picking up plate after plate from the floor, all of which she thought were very delicious.
Pan Xianchen inquired, "How do you send it?"
"We can just walk over after dinner. Doesn't she live next door?"
Pan Xianchen nodded: "Choose and come down."
The dinner was sumptuous, and the aunt's cooking was exceptional. The four children and two children sat together, their conversation naturally centered around Yan Qianqian, the youngest of the family. The adults asked her how she felt about being abroad and whether she was adapting well. Yan Qianqian recounted many interesting stories from her time abroad, much to the amusement of the adults. Pan Qing asked her if she would bring back a blond-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend after her time abroad. Yan Qianqian blushed and said, "No, Uncle Pan, I still prefer Chinese men."
Pan Xianchen's mother, Yang Yi, pressed the issue: "Really? Then what kind of Chinese men do you like? Do you like Chinese men like Pan Xianchen?"
“…”
Yan Qianqian nearly spit out her pork rib soup. She glanced at Pan Xianchen, who was picking up some food nonchalantly. Okay, she's on fire, and he won't save her, right?
Yan Qianqian immediately corrected her firmly: "Auntie, what I said just now was not accurate. In fact, I like young Chinese men. Brother Pan Xianchen is a little old and not very suitable for me." What brother? If there were no adults around, Yan Qianqian would call him an old thing.
Yan Zhiwen glared at her: "What nonsense?"
Pan Qing tried to smooth things over: "I think Qianqian is right. Pan Xianchen is already quite old, but no one wants him yet."
Yang Yi slapped him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Your son is so handsome, why doesn't anyone want him?"
Then he scolded Pan Xianchen: "Why don't you say a word? You just eat the food. You're so hungry?"
Yan Qianqian laughed out loud, and the pork rib soup she had just drunk flowed down the sides of her mouth. Her mother quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her: "Wipe it off quickly, why are you still acting like a child?"
Yang Yi continued to scold her son: "Qianqian is so cute, and you, a grown man, don't you know how to take the initiative?"
"Ms. Yang," Pan Xianchen took the initiative, "pedophilia is illegal."
"..." Yan Qianqian didn't even bother wiping off the pork rib soup. She stood up abruptly and asked, "Who are you calling a child?!"
The four adults busied themselves playing peacemaker, two soothing the irritated Yan Qianqian, and two scolding the troublemaker Pan Xianchen. This perfect and harmonious dinner ended with such a delightful atmosphere.
After dinner, Yan Zhiwen asked Pan Xianchen to play chess. While making a cannon move, he said to Pan Xianchen, "Qianqian doesn't think before she speaks. Don't take it to heart. In our eyes, you are the most promising young child."
Pan Xianchen smiled and said tolerantly, "Don't worry, Uncle Yan. I won't argue with her. In my eyes, she's just like a little child."
Yan Zhiwen paused after placing the chess piece, and understood.
Yan Qianqian is a playful person, and with a strong family backing her, she rarely thinks about serious matters, only about having fun. Last night, she sneaked out to go clubbing and drinking, but secretly met some unlucky friends, and was then dragged back home by Yan Zhiwen. Pan Xianchen has been watching over her all day today. Yan Qianqian doesn't have a car, so she has to ask Pan Xianchen for help whenever she wants to go anywhere.
Pan Xianchen looked at the chessboard. Checkmate, he was going to win.
"Qianqian is still young and easily deceived. I don't know if she's learned her lesson from what happened last night." Pan Xianchen said, "I saw her packing her things again as if she was getting ready to go out. I don't know where she's going."
"What?"
Yan Zhiwen lost interest in playing chess and grabbed Yan Qianqian, who was about to run out, and gave her a lecture. In the end, he strictly forbade Yan Qianqian to sneak out, especially under his nose.
The adults went back to the tea room for tea, while Yan Qianqian stood in the corridor as punishment. Pan Xianchen walked over with his arms folded, stared at the chocolate in Yan Qianqian's hand, and kindly suggested, "How about I run a trip for you?"
"Really?" Yan Qianqian's eyes lit up.
Pan Xianchen curled his lips. With a little sleight of hand, he said, "Send me the address."
The moonlight was beautiful tonight. He followed the moon and saw a slender figure standing there from a distance. She was wearing cool clothes and a thin body. He couldn't help but walk a few steps faster and saw her slightly red eyes.
She looked at him too.
"Why is it you?"
"Why are you crying again?"
They said at the same time.
Wen Yu turned away: "I'm not crying."
Pan Xianchen didn't intend to expose her. He opened the box of chocolates, picked up a piece, and handed it over. "Yan Qianqian may look crazy, but she's actually quite good at eating, drinking, and having fun. Want to try it? She carefully selected this."
Wen Yu took it and took a bite of it.
Pan Xianchen stared at her intently, not saying a word. Time seemed to slow down at this point. The way he looked at her reminded Wen Yu of the photo Ye Yinuo had taken of them in the lecture hall.
It was now nine forty-five in the evening. Yan Qianqian had sent her a WeChat message telling her that she was going to send her chocolates. Within a few minutes, Pan Xianchen had gone to run errands for Yan Qianqian.
Are they still together at this late hour?
Wen Yu chewed her food. A small gray shadow fell before her eyes. Then, with a crisp "dong"—Pan Xianchen bent his fingers and gently tapped her forehead. He said with amusement, "You're distracted again."
Wen Yu's eyes focused on Pan Xianchen's face. She found him truly unfathomable. Why had he come? For whom? She couldn't seem to guess what the man before her was thinking. Yet, she couldn't help but guess and imagine, like a dumpling in a pan, being flipped over and over again.
Maybe it’s true as Ye Yinuo said, this Pan Xianchen is an expert at making dumplings.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu took a step back awkwardly.
Pan Xianchen:?
He smiled, took a step forward, and asked, "Is your foot feeling better?"
"No, I can't walk fast enough."
"I see you retreated quite quickly." He approached with a smile, pressing in front of Wen Yu, bending over like a giant.
Wen Yu had no choice but to lean back, her limp leg preventing her from running, so she just stayed where she was. Her waist was straining, like a broken arch bridge swaying in the wind and rain.
"...Mr. Pan, it's too close." She said, biting her lip.
Pan Xianchen looked at her flushed cheeks and white neck, marveling at how such a perfect match could exist. Who wouldn't be tempted by such a passionate desire? His gaze slowly shifted downward, the thin suspenders emphasizing her beautiful curves. Noticing his gaze, Wen Yu suddenly hugged herself tightly.
What was he covering? He looked around as he walked.
Pan Xianchen lifted Wen Yu up by the waist. "You don't need to call me Mr. Pan during these non-working hours and outside of the work place."
He handed her all the chocolates in his hand and said, "It's too late, you should go back. Don't be so hasty when you go out next time, and remember to put on your coat."
Wen Yu took the chocolate home. Back in her bedroom upstairs, she opened the curtains a little and looked down through the crack.
Pan Xianchen stood there, his hands in his pockets. He seemed to be looking up. Wen Yu's bedroom light was off, so he couldn't see her. After searching for a while and finding nothing, Pan Xianchen turned and left. His figure gradually shrank until he was out of sight.
Wen Yu couldn't help but send a WeChat message to Ye Yinuo.
Wen Xiaoyu: What do you think is the relationship between Pan and her?
Ye Yinuo replied immediately.
Qianjin: She? Who?
Wen Xiaoyu: Look through the chat history.
The last content of their conversation was still about Ye Yinuo reporting that Pan Xianchen and Yan Qianqian were riding in the same car.
Qianjin: Oh, that little sister? It's a WeChat message from hundreds of years ago. If you didn't reply, I thought you didn't care.
Wen Xiaoyu: Please don’t use exaggeration when you speak.
Qianjin: What else could it be? We just rode together.
After a few seconds, Ye Yinuo realized something and asked excitedly: "Do you know something new? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
Wen Yu lay on the bed, holding her phone, rolling to the left, then to the right. She didn't know whether to say it or not.
Qianjin: Where are the people?
Qianjin: Where are the people?
Qianjin: Where are the people?
Wen Xiaoyu: I met them today.
Qianjin: When? Just now? Now?
Qianjin: It’s past ten o’clock now.
Qianjin: No way? No way? No way? Were they sleeping together?
Ye Yinuo was so excited about eating melon that the next day at work, he even dragged Wen Yu to hide at the bathroom door to play crickets. Wen Yu regretted going to the cafeteria for lunch. If she had known, she would not say anything. This way, Ye Yinuo would be more normal and would not eat a bite of vegetables and then a bite of melon, a bite of vegetables and then a bite of melon, then a bite of melon, then a bite of melon, then a bite of melon...
"I beg you to stop talking..." Wen Yu was convinced by her.
Ye Yinuo hated her for not living up to her expectations. He glared at her and said, "After all, you are one of the supporting actresses. Why don't you pay attention to the development of the story at all?"
"What supporting role am I?"
"The supporting actress who is looked at by the male lead with that kind of eyes."
“…”
Wen Yu stirred the food in the bowl listlessly: "I told you before, it's a matter of angle."
In the afternoon, Peng Yan took a few colleagues out, leaving Wen Yu behind to handle some paperwork. At three o'clock, Peng Yan sent her a WeChat message asking her to print out the documents she had just received and deliver them to Pan Xianchen's office. Wen Yu complied.
Pan Xianchen took it, glanced at it briefly, and put it aside. Wen Yu turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." Pan Xianchen said.
"Mr. Pan?"
Pan Xianchen looked at Wen Yu with a half-smile on his face. His half-frame glasses were still perched on his nose, and at a certain angle, the lenses reflected a bright light.
"Madam guard, cafeteria. Anything else?"
"What?"
"You and Ye Yinuo." Pan Xianchen reminded.
“…”
He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and asked her, "Why did you make up a yellow rumor about me?"
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