Chapter 13 Don't Dream
"Just answering questions."
His expression remained unchanged, and his eyes behind the lenses were still dark.
Wen Nianchu chuckled:
"Stop dreaming."
She slowly raised her hand and slid the rose in her hand across his cheek inch by inch, and then gradually moved down. When the petals of the rose touched Xie Yue's protruding Adam's apple, Wen Nianchu's hand suddenly stopped.
Xie Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple moved as well, but he still maintained that cold and distant expression.
Yet he stared at her straightly.
Wen Nianchu narrowed her eyes. Xie Yue's appearance made her inexplicably irritated.
Why does he look at her like that?
That condescending look, as if looking down at an unreasonable child. He was clearly only eighteen years old, just like her. Even according to the birthday that the system had previously displayed about Xie Yue, he should be a few months older than her.
Thinking of this, Wen Nianchu's eyes swept over him from top to bottom again. The other party was wearing a school uniform that was washed to a pale color, and even the legs of his silver-framed glasses were wrapped with a piece of unknown brand of tape.
"What I hate most is..."
She stepped forward, grabbed Xie Yue's collar, and yanked it down. The young man had no time to resist, and was caught off guard and forced to stumble forward half a step. His silver-rimmed glasses, tilted from Wen Nianchu's movements, hung askew on his nose, revealing the warm eyes hidden behind the lenses.
"Thinking you can get my attention..."
As Wen Nianchu spoke, he raised his hand and patted his face with his other hand. The force was neither light nor heavy, but enough to humiliate him.
But just by touching his face a few times, Wen Nianchu could feel the coldness coming from Xie Yue.
Xie Yue's skin was very cold, just like him, with an inhuman coldness.
"Poor, student."
She finished her words slowly, watching Xie Yue's pupils shrink slightly with satisfaction. But soon, Xie Yue in front of her regained his annoyingly calm expression. Wen Nianchu even saw him raise his hand to adjust his glasses, as if the previous gaffe had never happened.
Wen Nianchu: “…”
Xie Yue, are you a wooden robot?
Wen Nianchu could only curl his lips, crossed his hands in front of his chest, raised his chin, and asked:
"Xie Yue, can you fight?"
Xie Yue took a half step back expressionlessly, avoiding her touch:
"Enough."
He straightened the wrinkled collar of his school uniform with meticulous movements.
"It's enough. You have to protect me tomorrow." Wen Nianchu twisted the rose in her hand, her fox eyes narrowed and she smiled as she looked at him.
Xie Yue: "..."
After a while, Xie Yue met Wen Nianchu's clear eyes and could only reply with one word:
"Um."
Wen Nianchu raised an eyebrow, watching Xie Yue swiftly straddle a motorcycle after saying that word. The moment his black helmet came on, his entire face was hidden behind the windshield, revealing only his hard, cold jawline.
Looks so familiar...
After covering his face, Wen Nianchu felt that Xie Yue was inexplicably familiar.
"Xie Yue." She suddenly spoke, her voice a little lower than usual, "Have we met somewhere before today?"
The locomotive engine made a low roar, and Xie Yue's movements paused imperceptibly.
He turned his head, and the windshield reflected Wen Nianchu's inquiring gaze.
He shook his head as an answer.
*
Wen Nianchu opened the car door after arriving at the parking lot. Uncle Chen, who had returned to the car after finishing taking the statement, visibly trembled with his hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Miss, they didn't give you any trouble, did they? Why did it take so long?"
Old Chen looked at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with worry.
Wen Nianchu fastened his seat belt:
"That's not true. Uncle Chen, we are the victims."
"Who was it that wanted to harm you today? Did they tell us?"
Old Chen was naturally worried about Wen Nianchu. After all, the person in front of him was the child he had watched grow up.
"Don't worry, Uncle Chen. I will handle these matters properly and won't let you live in fear as a driver in the Wen family."
Wen Nianchu knew what Lao Chen was worried about.
Uncle Chen could only sigh and said nothing more.
*
When Wen Nianchu opened the door, Wen Wan was holding a glass of red wine in the living room. The moment she saw her, the glass fell down and shattered on the ground.
The glass broke into many pieces.
A servant came up immediately to clean up the debris.
"You...you haven't already..."
Neither Wen Hu nor Qu Mei came back, and Wen Wan was the only one in the villa. She had already applied medicine on her face, which was red and swollen from being slapped by Bai Yi Qiu.
The moment she saw Wen Nianchu, Wen Wan's face turned pale and her lips trembled so much that she couldn't utter complete words.
Wen Nianchu gently closed the door, tilted his head and revealed a strange smile:
"Yes, he is dead."
She walked forward slowly, her black skirt moving without wind:
"But the King of Hell said that I was holding too much resentment and told me to come back and ask my sister."
She suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Wan's wrist, and the cold touch made Wen Wan scream.
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Wen Nianchu's voice became shrill, and bloodshot flashed in his hollow eyes. "I'm so cold down there, sister."
Seeing this, the servant on the side left silently.
Perhaps because no servants spoke, the atmosphere only intensified Wen Wan's fear. She struggled frantically and retreated, curling up in a corner of the sofa. "Get out! Ghost... ghost!"
Her back hit the sofa hard, and her carefully styled curly hair stuck to her sweaty face.
Wen Nianchu, however, let go of her hand at this moment and returned to her normal tone: "It was just a joke, why are you so scared, little sister?"
She sat on the sofa opposite her, crossed her legs and looked at her curiously: "Did you really do something wrong?"
"Bring me a glass."
She looked at Wen Wan and smiled:
"Such delicious red wine, pour me a glass too."
After Wen Nianchu finished speaking, Wen Wan's fingers trembled uncontrollably as they reached for the wine bottle, only to hear Wen Nianchu chuckle and shake his head:
"Oh, why did my sister do it herself?"
Her voice was as sweet as honey, but her eyes were as cold as a knife.
"Although you are my father's illegitimate daughter, you are still a daughter of the Wen family. Let the servants do this kind of rough work."
Wen Wan stared at Wen Nianchu's reflection in the wine glass, her heart in turmoil.
Her sanity finally returned.
Wen Nianchu is still alive.
Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!
Bai Yiqiu had clearly promised her that he would make Wen Nianchu disappear completely tonight. That ruthless man always kept his word, so why was Wen Nianchu still sitting here?
Why? Why?
After the servant poured the red wine, Wen Nianchu gently shook the wine glass with one hand, and placed the glass heavily on the coffee table in the moment when Wen Wan's wonderful expression froze.
"Wen Wan." Her voice was very soft, but it made Wen Wan tremble all over. "I'll give you one last piece of advice."
Wen Wan subconsciously looked up and met Wen Nianchu's bottomless eyes.
"There are thousands of paths in this world," Wen Nianchu slowly stood up and looked down at her, "but crooked paths—"
"I can't leave."
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