Chapter 19 Chapter 19 I Still Want to Kiss You
Wen Yu went to the bathroom with her phone, washed her hands, and came out, then moved to the tea area. There were all kinds of food and drinks in the tea area, but Wen Yu didn't want to eat or drink either. She walked around the tea area and came out again.
She wanted to giggle, but there were so many people in the office. So she could only walk around aimlessly, as if moving wouldn't make the same difference as when she was still. Her ears were filled with popping sounds—she felt like a pot of water, roasting under a fire, boiling for a long time.
Then she calmed down.
I want to video chat tonight. How do I do it? Where can I do it?
Wen Yu lived with Wen Yu, so she couldn't possibly video chat with Pan Xianchen under his nose. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with self-blame and guilt. Pan Xianchen had told her so earnestly that he hated being in a threesome, and she hadn't been able to cleanly manage her own relationships and social circles, forcing him into the same quagmire as her.
She regretted it. Shouldn't she have started in that bar? But at that moment, she felt like she was being entangled in a dense spider web, suffocating. Perhaps out of revenge, perhaps seeking help, she walked towards Pan Xianchen.
Then it got out of control.
Wen Yu sat back down. Compared to the intense, impulsive emotions just now, the feeling now was more like a boundless fog and smoke, with no direction and no way out.
She hated her father's years of infidelity and her mother's cowardice and self-deception in allowing it. But how was she any different from them now? Wen Yu was deeply saddened. At this moment, she was as despicable as her father and as incompetent as her mother.
She went home without saying a word.
Wen Yu had gotten off work earlier than her and was busy in the kitchen. Wen Yu didn't want to see him at all, so she hurried into the bedroom without saying hello. But what good was hiding in the bedroom? The apartment was filled with Wen Yu's belongings and scent. Wen Yu hadn't had any strong feelings about him before, simply considering him her soon-to-be-official roommate. But now, every inch and every corner of this place seemed an eyesore.
Wen Yu quickly finished cooking. He came to the bedroom and called Wen Yu to eat. After dinner, Wen Yu took the initiative to wash the dishes. Wen Yu was watching TV in the living room. After a while, Wen Yu came over to help Wen Yu put the clean dishes and chopsticks and spoons aside.
Wen Yu was rinsing the last bowl at the sink.
Suddenly, a pair of hands came around her waist. Wen Yu's body shook, and the bowl fell into the sink, breaking a corner. Wen Yu hurriedly held her hand and said, "Don't touch it. What if it gets scratched? Don't worry about it. Just leave it here."
His hands were very hot, moving over her skin inch by inch. Wen Yu's body was very cold, so she dodged to the side, avoiding Wen Yu.
She asked a stupid question: "What do you want to do?"
Wen Yu's eyes were dark, filled with many things that frightened Wen Yu: "What do you think?"
Wen Yu pushed him away, her right foot unresponsive as she rushed to the bedroom and locked the door. Wen Yu followed closely behind her, pressing the doorknob up and down with such force and noise that Wen Yu wondered if he was about to violently dismantle it and break in.
She felt completely helpless.
She looked behind her, seeing a huge windowpane. To prevent accidental falls from the upper floors, the window was only allowed to open ten fingers wide, so there was no way she could escape from here. Looking around, she saw several walls that imprisoned her like an iron cage. She didn't know where to go.
After a moment, the doorknob stopped shaking. There was no movement outside for a while.
Through the door, Wen Yu said to Wen Yu sarcastically, "We've lived together for a long time and are about to get married, but you've never let me touch you once. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"
Wen Yu didn't answer. Wen Yu wasn't stupid, and she didn't believe he couldn't see the reason for their strange relationship. So why didn't he point it out? Was he playing dumb, or maybe he just didn't care who he married.
For Wen Yu, Wen Yu was a perfect choice. She came from a wealthy family, her parents had extensive connections, and she herself possessed no shortcomings in appearance, height, education, or work experience. In such circumstances, whether or not she loved him was no longer a consideration for Wen Yu.
It was quiet both inside and outside.
Wen Yu sat on the floor, hugging her knees. Her cell phone, which was lying nearby, suddenly rang.
Pan Xianchen sent her a video request as promised.
Wen Yu was even more distraught. She didn't want to reject Pan Xianchen; she wanted to see his face. But there was no way she could face-check him at this time, in this place, and under these circumstances.
The beep sounded for a moment, then stopped. Two seconds later, it started again.
Wen Yu's ears and head hurt. She hung up the phone cruelly.
After a while, Pan Xianchen sent her a question mark.
Wen Xiaoyu: It’s not convenient now.
Pan Xianchen: Then when is convenient? Please tell me a time.
Wen Xiaoyu: No video call today.
Pan Xianchen didn't reply for several minutes. Wen Yu saw the message "The other party is typing" at the top of the screen and waited for a long time. Pan Xianchen edited and cut, finally sending a few words.
Pan Xianchen: What’s wrong with you?
Wen Yu glanced at it, flicked off the phone, and buried her face in her knees. An unknown amount of time passed before, without warning, the phone rang again. Wen Yu was flustered and wanted to hang up again, but when she looked closely, the caller wasn't Pan Xianchen.
She paused and answered the call.
The first sound was deafening music and a chaotic mix of voices. Then Yan Qianqian said, "Sister Wenyu, please save me."
Wen Yu unlocked the door and walked out, her heart burning with worry. Wen Yu, who was sitting in the living room, looked at her and asked with a look of surprise, "Where are you going?" Wen Yu didn't have time to answer, as she was busy changing her shoes in the entrance hall. Wen Yu, feeling ignored all night, rushed over angrily, grabbed Wen Yu and shouted, "I'm asking you a question!"
Wen Yu stumbled, forced to look up at Wen Yu. Wen Yu was tall and strong, and with his flaming pestle before her, he was like a towering mountain. Wen Yu's meager strength was no match for him.
She didn't want to tell Wen Yu about Yan Qianqian, but now that Wen Yu had stopped her, she had time to calm down.
Yan Qianqian went to a bar with a female classmate she was close to. A group of men and women were having fun in a private room. Dice, poker, alcohol, cigarettes. The game was organized by Jiang Jin. He brought a group of good brothers, and the good brothers brought a group of good brothers. More than ten people were jumping around in the private room, drinking like water and smoking. The private room was filled with smoke, making it almost impossible to breathe. In addition to the alcohol, there were also unknown colorful drinks on the table. Yan Qianqian didn't dare to drink, but Jiang Jin wouldn't let her leave. After being forced to drink some alcohol by a group of people, Yan Qianqian said she wanted to vomit, and Jiang Jin agreed to let her go to the bathroom.
The bathroom was inside the private room, so she couldn't sneak out. She took the opportunity to lock the bathroom door before Yan Qianqian dared to call Wen Yu.
Why is it Wen Yu?
When Jiang Jin's good brother forced Yan Qianqian and her female classmates to drink tonight and he didn't care, when Jiang Jin ignored Yan Qianqian's refusal and insisted on being intimate with Yan Qianqian in front of many people, when Yan Qianqian wanted to leave but Jiang Jin had someone block the door to stop her, Yan Qianqian seemed to accept Wen Yu's advice to her in an instant.
Jiang Jin is not a good man. Tonight, she is in danger.
Yan Qianqian was crying in the WeChat call. She said, "What should I do, Sister Wenyu? My classmate is still being forced to drink by them. I think Jiang Jin did this on purpose tonight. Is he trying to get me drunk and then do something to me? I can't escape. There are so many of them, and many of them are men. I'm so scared. Sister Wenyu, what should I do?"
"Did you call your parents?"
"...No. My father is on a business trip, and I didn't tell him that I was in a relationship. He doesn't even know who Jiang Jin is. If he knew, he would definitely beat me to death. I didn't dare tell him."
Really. The debuff is fully stacked.
Wen Yu said, "One of my sisters was forced to drink and now she can't escape."
Wen Yu frowned, looked Wen Yu up and down, especially at her half-limped right foot, and said, "You want to pick her up? You?"
Wen Yu: “…”
She knew she was overreaching and that she should at least bring a man with her to such an occasion, so she added, "And you."
A few minutes later, Wen Yu drove with Wen Yu to pick someone up.
Wen Yu found the private room of Yan Qianqian and Jiang Jin, pushed the door open, and Wen Yu followed in. The room was indeed a horrible sight, filled with all kinds of monsters and demons. Seeing someone come in, the yellow-haired man standing closest to the door asked, "Who are you?"
Wen Yu said, "I'm looking for Yan Qianqian."
The yellow-haired man yelled inside, "Brother Jin! Someone's looking for your girlfriend!"
Not long after, Jiang Jin walked out from the dim smoke. He also had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke curled up to his head, as if he was about to go to heaven.
Jiang Jin didn't recognize Wen Yu, but he recognized Wen Yu immediately. He put down his cigarette and said with a crooked smile, "What a rare visitor, Wen Yu. Why did you come to see me?"
"I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see Yan Qianqian." Wen Yu repeated.
"Yan Qianqian? Who is Yan Qianqian? I don't know any Yan Qianqian."
Wen Yu was impatient: "Stop pretending, that yellow-haired guy just said that Yan Qianqian is your girlfriend."
Jiang Jin and Huangmao looked at each other.
Jiang Jin: “…”
Huangmao: "...Who Huangmao are you talking about?!"
Jiang Jin was desperate and said shamelessly, "Yes, Yan Qianqian is my girlfriend. What's wrong? My girlfriend and I are having a good time, why are you here to join in the fun?"
Wen Yu stared at him without saying a word.
How come he's still the same as before, with no improvement at all? Has he forgotten the days in high school when Fan Tingting chased him around, beating him up and scolding him?
Wen Yu hooked her finger and said to Jiang Jin, "Then I'll come to you now. Come out for a moment, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Jin raised his eyebrows, smiled ambiguously at the yellow-haired man, then pushed Wen Yu away and followed Wen Yu out of the private room in a nonchalant manner.
After a while, the two people came back.
Wen Yu went straight to the bathroom. Wen Yu looked back and saw that Jiang Jin's frivolous look had completely disappeared. Now his face was livid and he was glaring at Wen Yu's back. When he noticed Wen Yu looking at him, he turned his head and glared at Wen Yu again, with a vicious look, like a drowned pug.
Wen Yu felt that this man’s IQ was probably not high.
A short while later, Wen Yu came over, holding Yan Qianqian in his arms. Yan Qianqian also brought her female classmate with her. Wen Yu followed the three women out of the bar and then acted as their driver. He first took Yan Qianqian's female classmate home, then Yan Qianqian.
Wen Yu sat in the back row with Yan Qianqian, who looked as lifeless as a frost-bitten eggplant. After a while, her shoulders shook and she began to sob. Wen Yu hurriedly pulled a tissue to wipe her tears, but Yan Qianqian cried even harder, her snot and tears streaming down her face. She spoke incoherently, "I... I quite liked him... Why is he like this? I... I'm so sad... Sob..."
"What's there to be sad about?" Wen Yu soothed her thin back. "Didn't you say that you'd only want someone if you really liked them? Then you have to find a really good person first before you can really like them."
Wen Yu glanced at Wen Yu in the rearview mirror.
"Don't even think Jiang Jin is perfect; he's a complete negative. Such a rotten guy, just gone."
Yan Qianqian blew her nose and looked at Wen Yu with tears in her eyes: "Sister Wenyu, Jiang Jin was so fierce today. How did you convince him to let me go just now?"
persuade?
Wen Yu smiled and said, "I threatened him that if he didn't let Yan Qianqian go, I would compile all his bad history from high school into a PDF document and send it to his boss."
Yan Qianqian stopped crying and stared at Wen Yu blankly: "That's it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
Yan Qianqian said disdainfully, "He's such a coward."
…
When they arrived at Yan Qianqian's house, Yan Qianqian got out of the car. Before leaving, she asked Wen Yu: "Sister Wen Yu, can you please not tell my dad about this?"
Yan Zhiwen was a high-ranking official in the group, his office high up in the sky, not even on the same floor as Wen Yu. They rarely saw each other, so how could he possibly go and report Yan Qianqian?
Wen Yu smiled and agreed: "Okay. But you also have to promise me that you will break up with Jiang Jin and not be deceived again."
Yan Qianqian nodded.
After this incident, Wen Yu and Yan Qianqian became closer. Yan Qianqian would send her WeChat messages whenever she wanted, and when she wasn't working, she would invite Wen Yu out for dinner or shopping. Wen Yu also learned more about Yan Qianqian. She had just returned to China and didn't have many friends to hang out with, so Wen Yu was kind of caught up with her.
While eating in the cafeteria at noon, Ye Yinuo saw Wen Yu and Yan Qianqian chatting enthusiastically on WeChat, and couldn't help but say sourly: "Some people only see the smiles of new people and don't hear the cries of the old ones."
Wen Yu looked up and saw Ye Yinuo with a gloomy face. He pouted and muttered in a crooked voice: "Hello, you have infiltrated the enemy. You are so kind. Now I am all alone. I can't help but cry out to the sky and the earth. Oh!"
Wen Yu said, "Wow, do you need to? Yan Qianqian is just an 18-year-old girl, so bored and alone. I just chatted with her for a few minutes."
Ye Yinuo imitated her: "Wow, is it necessary for you? In order to please the little girl, you left me, an old girl, behind. Listen to what you said, how much like a scumbag!"
Wen Yu: "...In my heart, I actually love you the most."
Ye Yinuo rolled her eyes: "It's too late! There's no use coaxing him!" She crossed her arms, her chin raised higher than her eyes, and added angrily: "And what you said is even more of a scumbag!"
After dinner, Ye Yinuo hooked her arm around Wen Yu's and returned to the office. With all the bosses away lately, Ye Yinuo wasn't sneaking around to watch her brother's concert anymore. Sometimes, she'd just play the music outside in the tea area, and Wen Yu would hide in the fire escape to take Pan Xianchen's video call.
Pan Xianchen looked pale, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept enough. Wen Yu felt sorry for him and advised him, "Go to bed now. You seem to have dark circles under your eyes."
Pan Xianchen curled his lips and smiled, "It's rare for me to have a video call with you, and you want me to go to sleep?"
Wen Yu recalled that Pan Xianchen had called her two days ago, but she had rejected the call. Pan Xianchen asked her what was wrong, but she didn't reply either.
"I'm sorry, that day I--" Wen Yu couldn't continue.
"Don't keep saying sorry." Pan Xianchen propped up his head with his hands. "I've been very busy these days and haven't had time to look for you."
"Um."
"What about you? Are you busy too?"
"Not busy." Wen Yu shook her head. Thinking of the chaotic situation in the office with no leader, she sometimes wanted to secretly bring a tablet to watch TV series.
"Then why don't you look for me?"
Pan Xianchen had a faint smile on his face, but his tone seemed to carry a hint of resentment.
Wen Yu blushed. Although she knew the stairs were safe, she couldn't help but look around to see if there was anyone there.
"What are you afraid of?"
Pan Xianchen stretched out a finger, touched the screen, and said, "I want to touch you." Touch her soft face and her thin waist.
“…”
Wen Yu's face flushed bright red. Pan Xianchen looked closely and thought she looked like a small tomato. A good tomato would be sweet, fragrant, and juicy.
"I want to kiss you again."
“…”
"What about you? Do you want to?"
“…”
Pan Xianchen paused, stroking the screen. Wen Yu covered most of her face, silent, her eyes flickering elsewhere. Pan Xianchen frowned. He wanted to see her face, her lips. How could he hide them? He'd dreamed of her last night. Her ponytail was no longer swaying in the air, but was now firmly grasped in his hand.
"I also want to—"
"Stop talking." Wen Yu stopped him.
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