Chapter 57 Chapter 57 I am your natural partner
Wen Yu rushed back to the villa day and night.
Daddy was rarely home, and he was sleeping in the master bedroom. Wen Yu didn't know how long it had been since Daddy slept in the master bedroom. He either didn't come home, or slept in the second bedroom when he did. He and Mom had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time.
My father had a serious illness and had surgery. He was now sleeping on the bed with a frown on his face.
Mom, fearing to disturb Dad, said nothing. She quietly closed the bedroom door and led Wen Yu downstairs to the living room. Over the phone, Mom had explained Dad's condition: He wasn't in danger of dying, but the recovery process was painful.
Dad was a tough man, always tactful in his dealings with people and situations. He had the final say at home, and at work as well. His chauvinism had hardened his heart, and he never hesitated. Even when faced with a difficult situation at work, even when Mom cried and argued with him, he would quickly adjust his composure and handle the situation with a cool, rational attitude.
He never sheds tears.
After falling ill, Dad suddenly lost a lot of weight. He would rather stand than sit, and would rather sit than lie down. He spent every day in bed. He endured the pain, groaning constantly, and constantly telling Mom: Is he dying? Is he dying? Maybe he's going to die soon...
His mother sat by his bed, stroking his arm, tears welling in her eyes, patiently reassuring him: "No, no. The operation was a success, you'll be well again soon." With her back turned, she would silently shed tears, even while she spoke to Wenyu on the phone.
Now sitting on the sofa in the living room, her mother was still crying. Wen Yu sighed softly, stuffed a tissue into her mother's hand, and said, "Isn't it all right now? What are you still worried about?"
Mom said, "When your dad first collapsed, I thought he was going to die... It felt like I was suddenly thrown into a deserted place, and I would be all alone from then on... I was scared to death..."
Wen Yu said, "Why are you alone? Don't you still have me?"
Mom shook her head and pressed a tissue to her cheek. "That's different. You'll definitely get married in the future, and you'll have your own family. By then, Mom will be old and out of sync with you, and I won't be able to continue being your burden. Xiaoyu, only husband and wife are one. Without Dad, Mom will be all alone."
Wen Yu lowered her head and said softly, "You still want to grow old with him, but look, he only comes home when he's sick. Where's that woman outside, where's that child? Why don't they come to take care of him? He doesn't think of you when things are good, but makes you do all the hard work."
"Don't say such things at a time like this. No matter how wrong he is, he's still your father. You're related by blood," Mom said. "That woman came from a poor background and still doesn't have a job. She doesn't want to earn a good life with her own hands, but only wants to steal other people's men. She thinks that giving birth to a child can tie your father down and get his wealth. She just wants money, how can she truly love your father?"
Wen Yu curled his lips coldly and said sarcastically, "Then Dad must be heartbroken."
"I think so. Even though he didn't mention anything, I've been married to him for so many years, I can feel that he's sad and can only rely on me now."
Wen Yu was a little sad and said to her mother, "I don't want you to be exploited by him and suffer instead of enjoying happiness."
"Life has its ups and downs, but some people experience more bitterness and some people experience more sweetness. Xiaoyu, Daddy won't ask Mom for a divorce now, and Mom doesn't have the courage to divorce either. This is probably how Mom will spend her life. But you are different. You still have plenty of time and plenty of opportunities. You and Wen Yu broke up, so just break up. Mom just feels sorry for the time you wasted on him. But you are still young. While you are still young, you should find the next one quickly."
Wen Yu remained silent. In today's world, many people remain unmarried; even without marriage, she could still find her life quite wonderful. But her mother, a traditional woman, wouldn't agree with Wen Yu not getting married or having children.
"I understand, Mom." That was all Wen Yu could say.
Mom went out to buy groceries. Wen Yu went upstairs and tiptoed into the master bedroom.
Daddy was sound asleep, his face serious even in his dreams. Wen Yu stood by the door, neither leaving nor moving forward. From this distance, she could see Daddy's face and body clearly and comprehensively.
He is old.
Wen Yu first realized her father was getting old when she was in high school. She lived on campus and only went home once a week. Her father drove to pick her up. From a distance, Wen Yu spotted a familiar figure standing at the school gate. She walked over, and her father handed her a bottle of milk. The hand holding the milk was wrinkled, and the back of his hand was dotted with scattered age spots.
Wen Yu took the milk and looked up. Her father smiled at her. A breeze blew, causing his sparse hair to flutter gently. In the afternoon sun, Wen Yu suddenly noticed a number of gray hairs on her father's head. The image of the tall, strong man who would hold little Wen Yu's hand and take her to the amusement park had gradually faded. Her father's back had hunched a little, and wrinkles were forming around his eyes. Now, at first glance, you could actually see the gray hairs.
Wen Yu turned his face away, unwilling to look anymore.
Now, lying in bed, Dad looked older than he had back then, shrunken like a dehydrated sea cucumber. Wen Yu felt a mixture of emotions as she watched him. This man owed Mom so much; he had betrayed her and their family. But to be fair, as a father, he had never wronged Wen Yu.
Wen Yu had never suffered hardship, never doing any housework. When she was in middle school, she'd crave a different fruit every Saturday and Sunday: mangoes, cherries, pears. If they didn't have any at home, no matter how late it was, her father would run out to buy some, then cut them into tiny pieces and bring them to her room with a fork stuck in them. Whenever they went on a trip, her father would carry her on his shoulders, taking in the crowds at the Great Wall and the colorful forests and waterfalls at Jiuzhaigou. It was a unique perspective, one Wen Yu still remembers.
Later, Dad gently opened her door, sat beside her, and told her that he no longer had feelings for Mom. Every day when he came home and faced her face, he felt that he couldn't go on with his life. He wanted to divorce Mom.
Wen Yu kicked her father out of the room. She spread out her homework book on the table. She hadn't written a single word for a long time. Then there was a click, and tears blurred the handwriting.
This happened several times, but Wenyu was just a child at that time. She did not have a mature way of thinking or a calm emotional processing mechanism. No matter how many times her father complained to her or discussed things with her, the result was the same.
Looking back now, Wen Yu's mind seems to be clearly imprinted with that scene: that room, that face-to-face position, that table with the homework book on it, and the expression of her father sitting across from her. Wen Yu concentrated on thinking about her father's expression at that time, how hateful, how painful, and how pitiful he must have been.
That is mom and dad's business, it is mom and dad's experience, and Wen Yu should not interfere.
Wen Yu quietly left the room and closed the door. Her mother was right. Life has its ups and downs. Her childhood and youth had been like that. She had now made up her mind to work harder, making her future life less bitter and more sweet.
Wen Yu did not stay in the villa for dinner. She drove home with Aslan.
But she didn't want to cook for herself either. She'd tried, and it was better to order takeout. She looked at her phone, then at Aslan, and said, "Son, do you miss your dad?"
Aslan didn't make a sound, just looked at her with his long tongue hanging out and huffing. She touched Aslan's head and said, "What? You miss your daddy? Okay, okay, I really can't help you, so mom will contact your dad."
Wen Yu sent Pan Xianchen a photo of Aslan's dog head on WeChat, with her living room sofa in the background. A few minutes later, Pan Xianchen replied: "Are you back?"
Wen Xiaoyu: Yeah. Didn't you say I'd tell you before I left? So should you tell me when you get back?
Pan Xianchen: Tell me, you must report all your whereabouts to me.
Pan Xianchen: Have you eaten?
Wen Yu laughed as she stared at her phone. How could he always be so understanding? He just happened to be there when she was thinking about it.
Wen Xiaoyu: I was starving and no one cared about me.
The next second, Pan Xianchen called and said, "Wait for ten minutes, I'll come pick you up for dinner."
After getting in the car, Wen Yu was almost convinced: "Why did you change cars again?"
Pan Xianchen smiled and replied, "It's the same brand as yours. I want to drive a couple's car with you."
"It's not the same model." Wen Yu was speechless.
Pan Xianchen said, "I'm the kind of guy who has a lot of cars at home. Can such conditions attract you?"
Wen Yu laughed and shook her head: "No. Because I am the kind of woman whose family has many cars, you are nothing special."
Pan Xianchen sighed and said regretfully, "Forget it, I'll try harder in other areas. How about I treat you to a meal? What would you like to eat?"
"Hmm..." Wen Yu thought for a moment and said, "What about Ning Kai's private dish?"
"Okay, which one do you want to go to?"
"The one behind the bamboo fence, I don't like the new one." Wen Yu started to bring up the past. "You were on a blind date with another woman there."
Pan Xianchen looked at her happily: "Are you jealous?"
"No."
"Yes, you're jealous."
"No."
"have."
"No."
“…”
Pan Xianchen shut up. There was no point in engaging in such a verbal battle with Wen Yu. He was happy to give in. Regardless of how stubborn she was, he only cared about his feelings, not hers.
They soon sat in the same private room they had sat in the first time.
This feeling was so wonderful, as if time had gone back. They didn't go through so many quarrels, separations, and entanglements... They were still sitting face to face like they did at the beginning.
As usual, Pan Xianchen ordered some for himself and asked Wen Yu to order some more. When the waiter began serving the dishes, the table was once again filled with a variety of meat dishes. Pan Xianchen watched Wen Yu eat with relish, feeling very satisfied. Tonight they ordered the rice wine they hadn't ordered last time, and Wen Yu had a few drinks. Pan Xianchen drank water. He didn't want to call a designated driver; he wanted to drive her home himself tonight.
Ning Kai quickly received a tip from the restaurant and secretly sent a WeChat message to Pan Xianchen: What? You ate in my restaurant without telling me? You're sneaky!
Pan Xianchen replied: There is a reason why I don’t tell you. Shut up and don’t disturb us.
Hu Jingjing's Big Armor: Wow? Did you get it? Are you trying to kick me out? I know everything you're eating and drinking tonight! I'm a prophet! You're going to make a big breakthrough tonight!
Pan Xianchen: I wish you good luck.
Hu Jingjing's Big Armor: Oh, huh? You seem to be saying you don't want to do pure love anymore?
Pan Xianchen: When did I start a pure love relationship? Stop spreading rumors.
Hu Jingjing's Big Armor: Oh, huh? Still not admitting it? Who was the one crying and drinking to drown their sorrows after a breakup?
Pan Xianchen: Blocked.
Hu Jingjing's big armor: Oh huh? Why don't you try to black me? Let me remind you, are you ready with condoms? You haven't had a woman for so long, do you still have condoms at home? If not, I have some here, I can lend you. It's just that mine is a bit big, I don't know if it will fit you. [Sly smile][Sly smile]
This message was not sent because Ning Kai was blocked by Pan Xianchen.
After dinner, Pan Xianchen drove Wen Yu home. Sitting in the car, Wen Yu rested her forehead on her hand, watching the trees pass by outside the window. She watched quietly. Tonight's rice wine was pleasant to the touch, but it also had a strong aftertaste, and now Wen Yu felt dizzy.
Pan Xianchen looked at her and said, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"
Wen Yu said, "I was planning to go to the northwest for another trip, but my mother called me back. My father was sick."
"What's wrong with you? Have you been to the hospital? Do you need my help?"
Wen Yu shook her head: "I've finished the surgery and am recuperating at home. It's nothing serious."
The car stopped at the entrance of Wenyu's residential complex. Wenyu got out, and Pan Xianchen followed her. Wenyu entered the complex, and Pan Xianchen followed her in.
The ground floor of the residential complex is well-landscaped, and even at night, even under the moonlight, you can see a lush expanse of green. Furthermore, a leisure and entertainment area is set aside in the area, with facilities like a slide and a trampoline for children, and a swing next to the slide. At this moment, there's no one in this area, and the community is quiet.
Pan Xianchen followed Wen Yu with his hands in his pockets, constantly watching for any signs of wobbling from drinking, and also paying attention to her expression. Just now in the car, when she mentioned her parents, she had seemed unhappy.
Wen Yu sat down on the swing. Pan Xianchen stood behind her and asked, "Do you want me to push it for you?"
"good."
The swing began to swing, neither too high nor too low, and the night wind began to blow, caressing Wen Yu's hair and cheeks.
"People stay together because they love each other, right?" Wen Yu said as she floated in the air. "But my parents don't love each other anymore. They've been trying to get a divorce for a long time and have even fallen out several times, but they still haven't gotten it done."
Pan Xianchen's hand paused, his eyes fixed on Wen Yu's face.
"My mother refused to divorce because of me. She was worried that my marriage would be troubled by my parents' divorce. Wen Yu was the son-in-law she personally selected. For my mother, I started dating Wen Yu and got engaged. My father never interfered in family matters and didn't interfere with who I married."
The swing slowed down, and Pan Xianchen walked around to the front and sat down. It was spacious, easily enough for a grown man and woman. It swayed slowly in the night sky. Pan Xianchen leaned sideways, gazing at Wen Yu's face and eyes.
"When I was very young, I didn't want my parents to divorce. Then, as I grew older, I knew my father had cheated on me and my mother was in pain, so I wanted them to divorce again. Now, I don't care whether they divorce or not." Wen Yu looked ahead unfocused, as if lost in memories. "Now that Wen Yu's matter is over, my mother is starting to worry about me again. She's worried that my relationship with my father will affect other people's choices and judgments about me."
She bent her legs, holding onto the swing chair, her hands tightly gripping the ropes. She turned to look at Pan Xianchen and said, "Our house may look bright on the outside, but it's a mess on the inside."
Her eyes still shone brightly even in her sorrow, her lips now silent and tightly pursed. Physical affection was too irrational. Pan Xianchen looked at Wen Yu's calm, slightly melancholic face, and his heart still beat fast. His heart palpitated with Wen Yu's sorrow, and he couldn't help but caress her cheek, his lips resting on her hair, forehead, and eyes.
This was his unstoppable love for her.
Wen Yu stared at him intently, his gaze moving from her eyes down to her lips. He said nothing, wanting to express his choice and judgment through this action.
Wen Yu turned his face away.
Pan Xianchen opened his eyes and looked at her. After a long pause, he sighed helplessly and said to her, "Your mother's analysis has some truth to it. There are indeed people in this society who choose their spouse based on the quality of their family relationships, but I'm not one of them."
He held Wen Yu's face, smiled, looked into her eyes, and continued, "Someone like you who suffered such harm in childhood should choose someone with a happy family background, a stable heart, and an unwavering determination, whose will is not affected by such things. And I am such a person."
“…”
He said, "Wenyu, I am your natural partner. What are you still hesitating about?"
“…”
Wen Yu's heart was pounding. Her nose felt sore and her eyes were a little moist. She stared at Pan Xianchen's face, speechless. Pan Xianchen pecked her nose again and asked, "I'm done. Are you feeling better now? Can I kiss you?"
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