Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Can you kick him away? ...
At 4:55 PM, Pan Xianchen received a call from Yan Zhiwen asking him to go upstairs. He had just finished criticizing a subordinate who was being sloppy and perfunctory when his assistant, Xiaobai, opened the door and reminded him, "Mr. Pan, it's time to go to Mr. Yan's office."
Pan Xianchen impatiently said, "I understand." Xiaobai looked at Pan Xianchen's expression and hesitated to speak. Pan Xianchen noticed that he hadn't left yet and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiaobai had followed Pan Xianchen here from another company. The two had worked together for years and had developed a tacit understanding. Pan Xianchen was a generous and upright person, making him a very qualified boss. However, Xiaobai had recently noticed Pan Xianchen's mood swings, and he was now venting about things he usually turned a blind eye to.
After following Pan Xianchen for so many years, Xiaobai risked being caught in the crossfire and warned him, "Boss Pan, you've been getting really angry these past few days. It's not good for your health. Are you facing something? You always taught me that no matter how difficult a problem is, there's always a solution. If it can't be solved now, it might be because you're using the wrong method. If this method doesn't work, you can try another one..."
Seeing Pan Xianchen's increasingly dark face and gloomy eyes, Xiaobai didn't dare to continue.
After a moment, Pan Xianchen stood up and took Xiaobai to Yan Zhiwen's office.
While waiting for the elevator, they encountered a mother and daughter chatting about wedding dresses. Xiaobai glanced at the pair in the elevator and recognized them as Wen Yu, one of Pan Xianchen's men.
They went upstairs to Yan Zhiwen's office. Yan Zhiwen and Pan Xianchen discussed tonight's dinner with the brand. Xiaobai waited by, watching them intently. Suddenly, Yan Zhiwen said, "Xiao Pan? What's wrong with you? You seem absent-minded today."
Xiaobai looked over. Pan Xianchen smiled and casually responded. Xiaobai felt that Pan Xianchen's smile was a mask, so forced. He had to have dinner and discuss business with several senior executives tonight. How could he be in this state? Xiaobai was worried, and sure enough—they left Yan Zhiwen's office together, and as they took the elevator downstairs, Pan Xianchen told Xiaobai that he wouldn't be attending tonight.
"Why? What happened?" Xiaobai asked.
"I have a personal matter." Pan Xianchen said no more, and Xiaobai followed his silence. Pan Xianchen went to the parking lot, and Xiaobai had to fulfill his duties as an assistant, asking for leave on Pan Xianchen's behalf and apologizing to Yan Zhiwen.
Pan Xianchen drove very fast. He knew it was wrong, but there was nothing he could do. He sometimes found it hard to control himself. He had no idea where he was going, so he should have called Wen Yu first. But he didn't want to hear her say: "No, no, wrong, no, no, no."
So he had only one place to go tonight.
When he arrived at the entrance of Wenyu Community, a torrential downpour was pouring down. He wanted to park his car in the underground garage, but the security guard at the booth wouldn't let him in. It was raining heavily today, and the residents were all home, so the garage was short of spaces and he couldn't let anyone in. What if he parked his car on the curb and walked in? The security guard suggested.
Pan Xianchen parked his car, but without an umbrella, he braved the rain and entered the residential complex. The security guard at the gate asked him which building, floor, and hour he was going to, but he couldn't answer and refused to let him in. So he called Yan Qianqian, who was happily applying a face mask at home. She spoke with a slurred voice, "Why are you asking that?"
Pan Xianchen didn't want to waste time talking to Yan Qianqian, so he said in a bad tone, "Tell me quickly!"
Yan Qianqian was furious. "I can't tell you! You have a problem! You know Sister Wen Yu has a boyfriend, yet you still keep pestering her! It's raining so hard, what are you going to do at her house?" Her tone was guarded. As a bystander, she didn't know what exactly happened between Wen Yu and Pan Xianchen, or what the specific entanglement was. She also didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, or who was right or wrong. But she couldn't point fingers at someone who had helped her out of a difficult situation twice. Pan Xianchen was right; Wen Yu had put herself in danger to help her. Jiang Jin had wrapped filming, and Yan Qianqian couldn't just judge Wen Yu based on what she saw.
She had a feeling that Wen Yu wasn't the kind of woman with questionable morals. In relationships, men have many natural advantages. At this moment, Yan Qianqian sensed Pan Xianchen's danger and didn't dare reveal her full address to him. She also wanted to protect Wen Yu.
Pan Xianchen was silent for a long time. Yan Qianqian listened intently to the sound on his phone—the clatter of rain. Pan Xianchen walked helplessly into the rain, as if wanting to return to the car but unwilling to leave. He suddenly felt lost, unsure what to do.
Yan Qianqian asked warily, "Where are you now? Why is the rain so loud?"
Pan Xianchen didn't answer her. The cold rain washed over him, as if washing away his pride and backbone. He said to Yan Qianqian, "Just tell me... Please..."
“…” Yan Qianqian opened her mouth wide, speechless for a moment.
After a while, Yan Qianqian said sullenly, "No, I really can't tell you. Are you getting wet in the rain? Don't get wet, or you'll catch a cold."
She quickly hung up the phone. She had never heard Pan Xianchen speak to her in such a humble tone before, and she was terrified.
Later, Pan Xianchen waited at the gate of the residential complex for a long time. Wen Yu, however, seemed to have vanished without a trace. He suddenly realized that Wen Yu would drive into the basement and take the elevator directly upstairs. He would never be able to wait for her in his lifetime.
Pan Xianchen laughed self-deprecatingly and stood up. Suddenly, he saw the express delivery station at the entrance of the community. Wen Yu's package was labeled with her real name and placed prominently in the front row.
Wen Yu stared at Pan Xianchen, dripping wet, at the doorway, his eyes fixed on her face. Then, moving downward, he saw the wedding dress she was holding. He closed his eyes, neither looking nor thinking.
After a few seconds, Pan Xianchen slowly straightened up and asked pitifully, "Wen Yu, can you pour me a cup of hot water?"
Wen Yu opened the door and let Pan Xianchen in first. She went to the kitchen to pour some water, and after a while, a cup of steaming hot water came out, which Wen Yu handed to Pan Xianchen.
She frowned and whispered, "How did it become like this?"
Pan Xianchen held the hot water cup but didn't drink. He just looked at Wen Yu intently and said, "I want to see you."
Wen Yu was silent. The central air conditioning in the room was on, providing plenty of cool air. Pan Xianchen sneezed twice, shaking his body and spilling some of the hot water. Wen Yu gave him a fresh towel and said, "Wipe it off."
"Um."
Pan Xianchen wiped the water off his face and clothes and said, "It's still very cold. Can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"
Wen Yu: “…”
Pan Xianchen's face paled, his tall frame trembling like a dead tree in the wind and rain. Wen Yu had never seen Pan Xianchen like this, with this look in his eyes. He had come all this way in the rain, acting crazy in front of her. Was it because he'd heard her wanting to buy a wedding dress in the elevator? Wen Yu felt like she was acting crazy too, and she actually agreed to Pan Xianchen's request and let him into the bathroom.
The sound of water splashed in the background. Wen Yu tossed Pan Xianchen's coat and trousers into the washing machine for a ten-minute speed wash, then tumbled them into the dryer for fifteen minutes on the ultra-fast setting. She passed the dry clothes through the crack in the door to Pan Xianchen, who put them on and emerged, fresh and clean again.
Wen Yu: “…”
Pan Xianchen: “…”
The two looked at each other, speechless for a moment. Pan Xianchen only wiped his hair with a towel, and now his hair was still wet, occasionally dripping water. He continued to wipe his hair with the towel, looking around while wiping. The house was not small, and there were many things. The things belonging to another man were on the sink, a toothbrush and a toothbrush cup. Apart from that, he didn't see anything else. Pan Xianchen noticed the dry toothbrush. How long had it not been used? The bristles of the brush were all worn out. There was not a drop of water in the toothbrush cup, it was completely dry.
Wen Yu said, "Shouldn't you go back?"
Pan Xianchen didn't want to answer this question. He looked away, looked at Wen Yu, and said, "Aren't you going to ask me why I came to you?"
“…”
Wen Yu didn't want to ask, feeling that things would get worse if he continued.
Pan Xianchen didn't care about her silence. It made no difference whether she asked or not, whether she answered or not. His intentions were obvious. His interest and possessiveness in her were so obvious that he believed she could feel it.
His eyes fell to the side, where the wedding dress Wen Yu had just brought in was placed: "Is this the wedding dress you plan to wear at the wedding?"
"Yes." Wen Yu took a step back. She suddenly realized that she had let a wolf into the house.
Pan Xianchen leaned closer to her, his eyes misty, perhaps from the shower or the downpour. His gaze burned, as if concealing countless unspeakable secrets, ready to burst forth and burst forth towards her.
"It must look beautiful on you, right?"
“…”
Pan Xianchen moved closer and closer to Wen Yu, who retreated to the sofa. If he came an inch closer, she would fall into the sofa. She looked up at Pan Xianchen, who was hunched over, one hand resting on the backrest of the sofa, the other touching the button of her shirt.
"Can you kick him out?" he said. "And let me take his place, please?"
“…”
Wen Yu watched in astonishment as he began to unbutton his clothes, one by one, starting at his collarbone and revealing inch by inch. She had clearly seen him shirtless at the beach, but now like this… clothed, yet seemingly naked… her face flushed even more, her heart pounding even faster. With some difficulty, she looked away, not daring to look.
Pan Xianchen's shirt was completely open, welcoming Wen Yu like an open door. Wen Yu's peripheral vision caught sight of the grooves and ravines within the door, arranged like a neatly arranged wheat field. The fabric on either side swayed slightly as he gradually pressed down, and in a blur, it seemed to scrape her cheek.
He said, "When you injured your foot, he never gave you a ride, did he? What else do you want from a man like that?"
Wen Yu raised her chin, fixed her gaze on Pan Xianchen's face, and said, "You're too close, Pan Xianchen. Don't do that."
"What?" Pan Xianchen's hand gently fell on his abdomen, his voice as seductive as a siren's song, "Is his figure as good as mine? Wenyu, do you want to touch it? You can touch it right now..."
"No……"
Wen Yu couldn't form a complete sentence. What was he doing? Seducing her? Using his body? She felt incredibly hot. She didn't even need to look in the mirror to know her face must have turned the color of a tomato.
"I still have..." Pan Xianchen's voice dropped even lower, almost inaudible. His hand continued to move down, resting on his belt buckle.
Wen Yu suddenly pressed his hand.
"Don't……"
When she made the sound, she suddenly realized that her voice was hoarse.
"Wen Yu..." Pan Xianchen's breathing gradually became rapid, and the moment he wanted to speak but couldn't, made Wen Yu feel it was difficult to breathe.
Oh my god! Please, please, stop...
Wen Yu's chest heaving seemed to echo Pan Xianchen's gentle panting. If this continued... Wen Yu couldn't imagine it. She closed her eyes, and suddenly, with a surge of strength, she pushed Pan Xianchen hard. His body was so hard, Wen Yu felt like she was pushing against a wall.
Suddenly, there was a gap between the sofas. Wen Yu leaped up like a rabbit and trotted out the door. The security door slammed shut, shutting out everything inside. Outside, the windows were open in the hallway, and the rain continued to pour down. The heavy sound of the rain rushed into Wen Yu's ears, drowning out the sounds of talking, breathing, and all the other sounds that had to be muted to be approved for television.
Wen Yu stared at the quiet door in a daze.
Did she run out? That seemed to be her home. Now she's locked out.
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