Chapter 1 Reunion (The Little Hands of Fortune Add Bookshelf~)
Wen Ci casually knocked on a door in the corridor, but she didn't expect that the man in the bathrobe inside was her best friend's uncle Xie Peizhou.
She pounced on him, pressing her hot face against his strong chest, her scorching breath spraying on his skin, like a restless kitten in heat.
Xie Peizhou's body was stiff, and his dark eyes looked at the young face in his arms with complicated feelings.
"Wen, Ci?"
"I'm taking Chinese medicine. Please help me find a clean man..."
Wen Ci sobbed softly.
She took a deep breath, trying to stay awake, but under the control of the drug, she couldn't help but kiss the man's Adam's apple.
In the blur, I seemed to hear a muffled groan.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Ci seemed to fall into a deep vortex.
Lightning and thunder.
She returned to that stormy night five years ago.
Outside the bedroom window, a torrential downpour lashed the glass, and leaves fell. Inside, her virginity pierced her heart with a wrenching pain.
There was a violent storm all night.
When he woke up the next day, he received an angry slap from Xie Peizhou.
His face was gloomy and he was furious. "Wen Ci, are you crazy? I am your best friend's uncle!"
Wen Ci was bleed from the slap, her cheeks were full of pain, and her heart was broken.
This was the first time in all these years that she saw the usually stable Xie Peizhou so angry, and it was also the first time that Xie Peizhou hit her.
But why couldn't she like him?
Just because he is her best friend's uncle and ten years older than her?
Xie Peizhou said coldly: "If this kind of thing gets out, my life will be ruined!"
On the same day, Xie Peizhou took her to a private hospital for a physical examination and gave her medicine.
And from that day on, Xie Peizhou moved out of the villa and avoided her.
In order to see him, Wen Ci stood at the door of his villa on a rainy night with a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius for a whole night, but Xie Peizhou did not open the door.
That night, she had a high fever all over her body, but her heart was cold from the heavy rain.
She finally understood that Xie Peizhou really hated her and had never liked her.
Wen Ci's cold and numb heart began to ache again, as if millions of ants were gnawing at it.
My eyelids moved, and a slightly dazzling light entered my eyes...
Wen Ci rubbed her temples and slowly sat up. What she saw was the layout of a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.
She was lying on the bed, covered with a thin silk quilt. As she sat up, the quilt slowly slid down, revealing a white men's shirt she was wearing next to her skin.
The brand of shirt is Xie Peizhou's usual one...
She was wearing Xie Peizhou's clothes?!
"woke up?"
A cold and low voice came from the direction of the bedroom door.
Wen Ci's body stiffened slightly and she looked up.
Finally saw the man I hadn't seen for five years.
Their eyes met, his gaze as deep and cold as ever.
Wen Ci suddenly had the illusion that she was in another world.
It seemed like five years had passed, five springs, summers, autumns and winters, and the years had not left any trace on him.
Xie Peizhou pushed open the door and stood at the entrance, wearing a white business shirt and black suit pants, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Just standing there, he exuded the steadiness and dignity of a mature man.
"Um."
Wen Ci came back to her senses and responded in a gentle voice, "Good morning, uncle."
Now, she would no longer go beyond the rules and call him "Xie Peizhou".
As he wished, he was back on track.
Five years later, Xie Peizhou heard the familiar voice of "Uncle" again. He paused for a moment, and then a pair of slender legs stepped in.
"Here."
Xie Peizhou walked to the window, and Wen Ci noticed that he was holding a shopping bag in his left hand.
When he lifted it up and handed it to her, the sleeve of his shirt was moved up a few centimeters, revealing a string of Buddhist beads on his fair bony wrist.
Xie Peizhou never believed in gods or Buddhas.
What happened in these five years that he actually started wearing Buddhist beads?
"There are clothes inside. Change and come out for breakfast."
A low and dull voice came into my ears.
When Wen Ci reacted, the man turned and left the bedroom.
She looked at the closed door, a faint bitter smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
Both his words and actions showed that he had no romantic feelings for this woman who was only wearing his shirt.
Inside the shopping bag was a light pink miniskirt suit.
Wen Ci sat on the bed and took off her clothes, not worrying at all that Xie Peizhou would suddenly come back.
Five years ago, she had overheard Xie Peizhou and his friends chatting and laughing outside the box: "I'm not a pervert. Even if all the women in the world died, I wouldn't have the slightest evil thought about Wen Ci."
At that moment, she felt that her obvious secret love was like a clown.
After a simple wash, Wen Ci walked out of the bedroom, and the fragrance of Chinese breakfast hit her nostrils.
Bright restaurant.
The man who had just brought her clothes was sitting at the dining table, his sleeves slightly rolled up, answering the phone with a cold and steady expression.
He seems to always be so dignified and calm, always able to plan and strategize.
Judging from the tone and general content of the response, the person on the other end should be a secretary.
Wen Ci's eyes moved away from the man's cold and sharp face and saw the rich and familiar breakfast on the table.
Millet porridge, peeled boiled eggs, red bean buns and pickled mustard greens.
These were her favorite foods when she was a child, and now they are what her daughter has to eat for breakfast at least three times a week.
A well-behaved and soft little face appeared in her mind, and Wen Ci's eyes couldn't help but soften.
At this moment, Xie Peizhou noticed someone looking at him, and he raised his black eyes to capture this scene.
On the phone, the secretary said, "...Mr. Xie, do you think this is okay?"
Xie Peizhou frowned slightly, not having heard clearly what he said. He said in a deep voice, "Send the written report to me via email."
"Hang up first, we'll talk about the rest when we get to the company."
After saying that, the man put down his phone and looked at Wen Ci at the bedroom door, "Come here."
"oh……"
Wen Ci held her breath for a moment and walked over wearing men's slippers that didn't fit her feet.
Xie Peizhou glanced at her fair jade feet, then instantly withdrew his gaze, saying in an unhappy tone, "When did you return to China? Why didn't you contact me first?"
"I landed at the airport at four o'clock yesterday afternoon."
Wen Ci had no intention of hiding the fact of returning to China from Xie Peizhou. Given Xie Peizhou's connections and status in Beijing, it would have been impossible to hide it even if he wanted to.
"I haven't had time to contact you yet, isn't this..."
When mentioning last night, the man's stern face frowned slightly.
Just as she opened her mouth to ask "What happened last night", Wen Ci's phone rang.
Placed on the table, Xie Peizhou glanced at the note "Chen Sheng".
His brows furrowed slightly again.
Male?
Wen Ci picked up the phone and said softly, "Okay, I'll come over in half an hour."
As she spoke, the girl stuffed a sweet bean bun into her mouth and walked towards the entrance wearing men's slippers that didn't fit her feet to change into her own white high heels.
Xie Peizhou looked at her slender figure that she had worked so hard to change shoes against the wall. His dark eyes were filled with emotions. He rubbed his brows with his bony hands and said unhappily, "Where are you going without breakfast? You haven't explained clearly what happened last night..."
"Uncle, I have an appointment, so I won't tell you for now—"
Wen Ci interrupted him in a cheerful tone, looking at him with obedient and respectful eyes, "Five years have passed. I won't rely on you for everything anymore. I'm leaving now!"
The door slammed shut.
The huge presidential suite instantly gave people a feeling of silence and emptiness.
I felt so depressed that I couldn't breathe for a moment.
Xie Peizhou took a deep breath, his deep black eyes staring at the tightly closed door. His ears rang with the heartless and cold words he had said when he forced Wen Ci to go abroad five years ago.
"It's because you're too dependent on me and not independent enough that you develop such abnormal feelings for me! Wen Ci, it's time to be independent."
Now, 23-year-old Wen Ci has become independent as he wished.
He seemed even angrier and more dissatisfied...
Xie Peizhou picked up the phone and said, "Check Chen Sheng. I want all his information in half an hour, especially his private life."
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