Chapter 121 He is my cousin
Wen Nanxi's voice was soft, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor:
"So what did I do wrong? Why are you punishing me like this? Just because I broke the cup that Ji Jiaojiao gave you?"
Fu Ciyan was a little confused: "Cup? What cup?"
Wen Nanxi was immersed in memories:
"I was looking for something in your study that day and accidentally broke the ceramic cup. I didn't know it was Ji Jiaojiao who did it."
As she spoke, she felt a little aggrieved, and her nose felt sore:
"Since then, you have ignored me. Fu Ciyan, do you know how much harm cold violence can cause? If you don't love me anymore, you can just tell me directly. I will accept it. But if you hurt me like this, I will hate you for the rest of my life."
Fu Ci Yan was pulled back to the past by memories.
There is no doubt that he loves Wen Nanxi.
So he couldn't accept that Wen Nanxi had someone else in her heart. He resisted with silence, punishing Wen Nanxi and himself.
"I don't remember what cup it was. I never cared about it. I just thought... you've always loved He Yan."
Mentioning the year-long cold war, Wen Nanxi's emotions surged, and she still felt sad and wronged. She pointed to her heart and asked Fu Ciyan:
"Do you think there is room for two people in one person's heart?"
Fu Ciyan's eyebrows revealed a hint of surprise:
"You... love me too, right? Don't you love He Yan?"
Wen Nanxi laughed miserably:
"What do you think?"
Fu Ciyan felt like something was about to explode in his heart. He suppressed his emotions and recalled the scene of that day:
"I saw He Yan touching your head, you two were very close, and you were smiling happily. I even heard you call him A Yan... I thought you never loved me... I thought you just treated me as a substitute for He Yan."
"Fu Ciyan."
Tears flickered faintly in Wen Nanxi's eyes:
"If you investigate carefully, you will know that He Yan is my brother. He is my cousin."
cousin……
A loud thunder.
There was a loud bang in Fu Ci Yan's ears, and only a buzzing sound remained in his mind.
He Yan is Wen Nanxi's cousin?
"Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Wen Nanxi sniffed and suppressed those inexplicable emotions:
"You never gave me a chance, and you never asked me. Every time I mentioned He Yan, you interrupted me. Have you forgotten?"
Pain filled Fu Ci Yan's eyes.
Yes.
He didn't dare to face it, so he didn't allow Wen Nanxi to mention He Yan.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Wen Nanxi shook his head:
"It's too late, Fu Ciyan. Do you know why I said we can only be strangers? Because the pain you gave me is no less than Ji Jiaojiao's. I hate you just as much. I hate that you hurt me, but I loved you, so I can't retaliate against you."
She raised her head slightly and finished the rest of her words:
"So let's just forget each other in this world. Don't meet again in the future. Just pretend we don't know each other."
"No, I won't agree!"
Fu Ciyan's eyes held an incomprehensible emotion:
"You love me, we won't separate. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you. We can go back to those two years!"
He was almost going to collapse. Why were there so many misunderstandings between them? Why did they come to this point?
"We are obviously in love..."
Wen Nanxi was a little tired: "Fu Ciyan, I don't love you anymore."
Fu Ciyan, who had always been proud and noble, finally had tears in his eyes at this moment. His eyes seemed to be trembling, his lips were shaking, and his straight spine was a little hunched. He grabbed Wen Nanxi's hand with great effort, and there seemed to be a pleading look on his face:
"I don't believe it. You've loved me for so long, how could you forget so easily? Nanxi, please don't lie to me, okay?"
Wen Nanxi lowered her eyes, curled her fingertips slightly, and struggled to break free from his hand.
There seemed to be some warmth left on the fingertips, just like the secrets hidden in a corner of her heart.
Her emotions seemed to be about to burst out, but she pursed her lips and suppressed them:
"Fu Ciyan, I did love you, but the result was too painful. I can't love you anymore. Please let me go."
The proud prince of the Fu family, who had never yielded to anyone, bent his knees at this moment and landed on the gravel ground of the terrace.
He was in a miserable state. The pain in his knee was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart, and he humbled himself to the dust.
His voice was hoarse and dejected, and his eyes could no longer hold so much sorrow:
"It's my fault for losing you, Nanxi. I beg you, please don't let me go, okay?"
Wen Nanxi sat on a rattan chair. Fu Ciyan was tall, and even when he knelt, he was only slightly shorter than Wen Nanxi. He leaned on Wen Nanxi's knees and pleaded in a low voice:
"Don't go, I can't live without you..."
How could she not be shocked?
There was a faint warmth and wetness on her knees, which made her heart tingle.
With every breath, the surging emotions almost swallowed her up.
The man she loved deeply, the man who brought her happiness and pain, begged her not to leave in a fragile manner.
She never expected to see such a scene, after all, he never thought of taking revenge on him.
Her heart felt sore, but she swallowed her weakness and said softly:
"Would you please get up? The ground is cold."
Fu Ciyan raised his head, his deep eyes now only filled with red:
"Then...don't leave and don't get a divorce, okay?"
Wen Nanxi let out a sigh:
"Fu Ciyan, I can't believe you anymore. Every time you give me hope when I give up, you push me deeper into hell. Maybe I'm just a pet to you, a pet you can summon and dismiss at will. You play with me when you think of me, and then abandon me when you're done. But I can't stand the torture anymore. I'm a human being. Give me some dignity, okay?"
Fu Ci Yan looked into Wen Nanxi's eyes, and there was fragility in those almond-shaped eyes that were always full of affection.
She is scared.
"Trust me again, I won't let you down."
Wen Nanxi's voice was hollow, yet calm:
"No, I'm very tired, please get up, I don't deserve this."
"You are worth it. I can give everything for you. I will send Ji Jiaojiao abroad. I will spend the rest of my life loving you and will never let you suffer any grievances again."
A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed Wen Nanxi: "Can you please not force me?"
"Nanxi, are you here? I...fuck?"
I couldn't find Wen Nanxi for a long time in the summer and was a little worried. As soon as I walked to the terrace, I saw this scene and was so scared that my jaw almost dropped on my feet.
Wen Nanxi stood up indifferently, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Fu Ciyan.
After all, they had slept in the same bed for three years. Wen Nanxi didn't want him to be seen in such a miserable state, so she took the initiative to walk to Xia Tian, took her hand and left.
Fu Ciyan knelt there, watching the figure walk into the banquet hall, his heart felt like a piece had been hollowed out...
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