Chapter 7, Provocation
The record shows all of Yanzhe's expenses over the past seven years, totaling 2246.20 yuan, with both odd and even amounts, making it shockingly stingy.
After we got together, when did she ever ask her for money?
Even their engagement rings were bought with her money.
Mother Yan gave a disdainful sneer, "Fine, even if you didn't spend Yan Zhe's money, your father did us a favor."
"He asked us to smooth things over with the school, and recently things have been settled."
"This is considered an advance betrothal gift. Now that you're breaking off the engagement, is your Wen family going to return the betrothal gift?"
How can a person be so shameless!
Mr. Wen quickly put on a smiling face, "My dear in-law, this... these were just some angry words between the younger generation, why take them so seriously?"
"Yanzhe, you know Hanyun's personality; she's unlikely to do anything outrageous."
"Hanyun, don't be too impulsive."
"Marriage is not a game. I think we should put this matter aside for now and make a decision after you clear up the misunderstanding."
As he spoke, he picked up the ring and, along with the dirty envelope on the ground, forcefully shoved it back into Wen Hanyun's hand.
"Alright, don't make things too ugly, it's not good for your own reputation."
Wen Hanyun unconsciously clenched her hands, completely unaware that the sharp edges of the ring had already drawn blood from her palms.
She knew, of course, that this matter was not so easily forgiven, but her father's actions were simply too disheartening.
Wen's mother looked at her worriedly, "Hanyun, just listen to your father. Mom will talk to you when you get home tonight."
"No need, I'll go back myself."
Wen Hanyun subtly avoided the hand that the other woman wanted to hold.
Since simple evidence is not enough to bring down Yanzhe, she needs to endure for a while longer, and then deliver a fatal blow to him unexpectedly, and finally escape unscathed.
Stepping outside the house, the sky was getting dark, and a strong wind brought the evening chill straight into my collar.
Wen Hanyun shivered and stumbled.
The expected pain of falling didn't come; instead, her face brushed against the smooth fabric of the suit, and she found a strong hand on her waist.
The warmth seeped through her thin dress, and she paused for a moment before quickly separating herself.
Yan Sheng gave the empty hand a reluctant squeeze, then took off his coat and handed it over.
"Put these on, and I'll take you home."
"Thanks."
Wen Hanyun took the coat, pulled it tighter around her neck, and smelled its pleasant aroma.
Where does she still have a home?
Yan Sheng pursed his lips, got into the driver's seat, and started the car.
He drove, she sat in the passenger seat, each lost in their own thoughts, and they remained silent the entire way.
Halfway there, Yansheng realized he hadn't asked her whether she wanted to go back to her dorm or her parents' house.
Turning his head, he saw that the woman in the passenger seat had already closed her eyes, and he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
The wide collar of her suit revealed her porcelain-white neck, and a few soft strands of hair fell beside her face, making her look extremely well-behaved.
Looking at the black whorl of hair on Wen Hanyun's head, Yan Sheng's mood changed again and again, but in the end he couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her head twice.
Sure enough, it feels pretty good.
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The next day.
Good morning, students!
Wen Hanyun walked into the classroom as usual and greeted the students with a smile.
Yesterday, I accidentally fell asleep in Yansheng's car. When I woke up this morning, I was already in bed. There were a few mints in my pocket. I knew without asking who carried me upstairs.
Thinking of this, Wen Hanyun felt a warm glow in her heart.
On the podium, she wore a neat business suit, her long, black hair casually pinned up behind her head, looking dignified and beautiful.
Although she was only a teacher of art elective courses at the school, she still took each of her classes very seriously.
"Alright, that concludes today's lesson. Do any of you have any questions?"
Wen Hanyun ceremoniously set aside two minutes for Q&A, which also made it easier for students whose classrooms were far away to pack up their textbooks in advance for the next class.
However, in her memory, most of the time no one asked questions, and today was no exception. After she finished speaking, the students began to get up and leave one after another.
But just as she picked up her lesson plan and was about to return to her office, a calm and unhurried voice rang out from the back door of the classroom.
"Teacher Wen, may I ask you some questions?"
"Okay, go ahead and say it."
Wen Hanyun looked up and was slightly taken aback, then looked pleasantly surprised, "Why are you back?"
This is Xie Xiaoyu, one of her outstanding female students, who majored in singing.
I remember this child was sent abroad to study by his family a year ago. I never expected him to suddenly return to school today and even came to listen to her class.
"Teacher Wen, are you sure you want to say this here? It's about..."
Xie Xiaoyu's voice was not loud in the second half of her sentence, but Wen Hanyun clearly read two words from her mouth: Yan Zhe.
A suspicion she didn't want to believe arose in her mind.
Xie Xiaoyu...
Xiaoyu.
Small fish?
Ignoring the students still in the classroom, she hastily picked up her lesson plan and hurried towards the dormitory building.
Xie Xiaoyu smiled and followed.
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Ever since Wen Hanyun threw out all the trash that Yan Zhe had given her, the house has become very empty. Pushing open the door, the house is deserted.
She closed the door, went inside, casually put her things down, turned to Xie Xiaoyu, and spoke her first words:
"You're Little Fish?"
"It seems that Teacher Wen also saw that post on WeChat Moments." Xie Xiaoyu was somewhat surprised; this woman seemed much calmer than she had imagined.
Wen Hanyun stared straight at her and said bluntly, "You should know who Yanzhe is, right?"
After all, Xie Xiaoyu was once her student, and her excellent professional ethics allowed her to calmly offer advice.
Of course, this was also her only chance.
Xie Xiaoyu raised her chin, meeting her gaze with unwavering confidence. "Teacher Wen, you should know that I'm younger and more energetic than you, from a better family, and a perfect match for Yanzhe. So... who do you think he'll choose?"
Wen Hanyun closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, sighed, and sat down on the sofa.
It would be a lie to say I'm not angry.
Yan Zhe burst into her dormant heart and occupied seven years of her youth.
Before they got together, his pursuit and declarations of love for her were common knowledge.
Unfortunately, now, the same blatant love has been given to someone else, even to one of her students.
Since this love can be replicated, she doesn't want it anymore.
Having gathered her thoughts, Wen Hanyun's gaze grew increasingly calm. "Xie Xiaoyu, I know all that you've said. What is your purpose in coming here now?"
Is it merely a provocation?
Or do you want her to face reality and then obediently step down?
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