Chapter 110. The person in her heart is...
"I won!"
Auntie pushed the cards aside, her face beaming with joy.
Wen Xue smiled, took out a ten-yuan note and handed it over, "You're really lucky today."
Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year. Her aunt ordered her to come to her house for lunch. She brought milk and fruit to pay her respects early in the morning. After lunch, her aunt and cousin forced her to play mahjong to make up the numbers. She won twice in two rounds.
She was unlucky at gambling, but lucky in love. Her phone, which was in her coat pocket, would vibrate every now and then. After the peak of online New Year's greetings, she didn't even need to take out her phone to know who it was.
While the mahjong table was in motion, she lowered her head and quietly checked her phone for messages.
Under the watchful eyes of my aunts and cousins, I had the strange feeling of secretly dating behind the headmaster's back.
He Yan: [When will you be back?]
He Yan: [Image] Do you want to eat?
He Yan: [What are you doing?]
Wen Xue smiled, biting her lower lip to stifle a laugh, and replied: 【Doing something you really hate^^】
He Yan: [Playing cards]
She twitched her finger, wanting to continue chatting with him.
My cousin shouted, "Stop chatting now that we've started!"
When she looked up, she met the teasing gazes of the three people at the card table. Her ears turned slightly red, and she quickly locked the screen and focused on playing cards.
When the break finally came, Wen Xue wanted to go to the side and chat with He Yan, but her aunt pulled her into the room to talk. "Are you really sure you want to be with him? This is no joke."
Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of her aunt's eyes and the concern in her eyes, Wen Xue felt a lump in her throat.
She had seen the photos; her aunt and mother were sisters and looked very alike. If her mother were still alive, would she be looking at her like this, worrying about her?
"I've thought it through. I've thought about it for a long time," she said softly, her head down.
Aunt sighed, remained silent for a while, and said, "Now that your mother is gone, I have to keep an eye on things for you. How about this, if it's convenient for him, invite him over for a meal. You two have been together for months, and I can't just pretend nothing's wrong."
Wen Xue looked up: "Is it okay?"
My aunt laughed, annoyed. "You're more obedient than your sister. Your sister's been dating for three years, and she hasn't even brought him back for me to see."
Wen Xue felt a little regretful after hearing this.
There's just a little bit, but the surprises are even greater.
Both she and He Yan lost their closest relatives, and because of this, they longed for the blessings of their other family members more than anyone else.
After receiving confirmation from her aunt, Wen Xue immediately messaged He Yan: "Are you free today?"
He Yan drove aimlessly until he arrived at a place he was somewhat familiar with. He pulled over and, with a heavy heart, went to the lakeside. This was also the place where He Heng had died. In those years, even when he returned to Haicheng, he would deliberately avoid passing by this lake.
He stood quietly a little distance away, gazing at the lake surface that shimmered with tiny lights.
Since his bizarre rebirth, he has begun to selectively believe in things that are outside the realm of science, such as whether people really do reincarnate. According to the monk, He Heng may have been reborn as a human. How old is he now?
Is it already toddler-like and has it learned to call out to people?
If good people are rewarded, he will surely have a warm and happy family, a mother, a father, and a better brother who can protect him.
The vibration of his phone pulled He Yan back to reality.
He collected his thoughts, unlocked his phone, and looked at the message she had sent. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and his gloomy mood eased somewhat. He typed a reply: [Nonsense]
Right now, no one in the entire city of Haicheng has more free time than him.
Wen Xue: [Are you coming?]
He looked at the message, then at the time. It was just past four o'clock. Thinking her aunt's family ate dinner early, he replied: 【Finished eating so early? Okay, I'll come pick you up】
Wen Xue: [Are you coming?]
He Yan paused slightly.
He read through her words carefully, understanding their meaning. His heart raced, but he still asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"
Wen Xue: [Are you coming?]
He looked up from his phone screen, gazing into the distance, suppressing a laugh, and strode towards the parking lot while typing: 【Wait for me】
…
late at night.
Her aunt's family warmly saw them off downstairs. Even after the car had driven quite a distance, Wenxue looked in the rearview mirror and saw that they were still standing by the roadside. She had had such a happy day that she couldn't help but press her hand to her heart.
She turned her head to look at him.
He also had a relaxed smile on his face.
The car stopped outside the alley, and the two got out. Now they finally had time to talk alone. The streetlights were dim, and she waited for him by the car, asking, "Were you prepared all along?"
Otherwise, how could he have prepared everything and appeared downstairs at his aunt's house in less than an hour after she messaged him?
There were large and small bags, including scarves and skincare products for my aunt, and tea, cigarettes and alcohol for my uncle.
It's clearly something that was carefully prepared.
He Yan did not deny it.
He couldn't have been unaware of these situations since he rarely returned to Haicheng for the Spring Festival, but despite his considerations, he never expected her to be willing to introduce him to her relatives.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" she asked, puzzled.
Not only did he not tell her, she had no idea when he had prepared these things.
"I'm prepared to be useless."
He stared intently at her and said bluntly, "You'd better be ready."
It's no exaggeration to say that he's not only met her parents, but he's even made plans to get married. However, this isn't something he can decide on his own; the final decision always rests with her.
Wen Xue could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
It jumped too fast, and she could no longer control it.
She could only throw herself into his arms, listening to his heart pounding even harder than her own, and muttered, "How do you know I'm not ready if you don't ask?"
He Yan rested his chin on the top of her head and asked deliberately, "Are you ready to hear me propose?"
"No! I don't want to!" She struggled for a moment.
He chuckled and tightened his embrace, preventing her from running away.
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After the Chinese New Year, Wen Xue returned to Xicheng and her life became exceptionally busy. The company where she interned had good benefits, and although she occasionally worked overtime a few days a month, she could leave work on time most of the time. Before the New Year, through the introduction of her senior classmate Miao Wenya, she also found a tutoring job.
Miao Wenya was puzzled because Wen Xue didn't seem like someone who lacked money. If that was the case, why was she working so hard?
To this, Wen Xue could only tell half the truth: "I want to keep myself busy."
On the one hand, she did want to earn more money.
On the other hand, if life is busy enough, there may not be time to overthink.
She tutors a junior high school girl, mainly responsible for the three main subjects, three days a week, two hours a day. It's not too tiring. The girl's mother runs a coffee shop near her apartment, a quiet environment. They arranged to have tutoring at the shop, which is much easier than tutoring Fang Lingwei, which required more than an hour of commuting by subway.
Night falls.
In mid-March, as winter faded and spring arrived, temperatures rose in the western part of the city. Wen Xue tidied up the things on the coffee table and put them in her bag. A student's mother brought her a cup of hot milk that had been packed away, smiling and saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
Wen Xue politely thanked her.
The student's mother handed her another envelope containing her week's wages.
Suppressing her excitement, Wen Xue accepted the package with composure. After exchanging a few polite words, she carried the takeout bag out of the coffee shop. After walking for a while, she stopped, looked around, and seeing that there were few pedestrians, she turned to the side, opened the canvas bag, reached inside, and quietly opened the envelope. She counted the contents again and again, her eyes sparkling.
I'm so happy.
Wanting to treat herself, she crossed the sidewalk, carefully protecting her bag, wandering from stall to stall, and finally bought a bamboo tube rice dumpling. Dipped in white sugar, it was sweet. She looked up at the night sky, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
A black sedan was parked across the street.
Zhou Xianjing sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on her. Beside her were documents and several photos, each featuring her. At first, he didn't believe anyone in the world could remain unmoved by power. He was certain she would abandon that man and come to him; it was only a matter of time, and it all depended on whether he had the patience to wait.
Later, it turned out that he was the one who wavered.
She seemed prepared to never abandon him, even in poverty and hardship.
Now, looking at her meager and laughable efforts to make a living, he should have been indifferent, but a certain emotion was churning inside him. At this moment, it all turned into one question: Why not him? Why can't the person in her heart be him?
Wen Xue finished eating the bamboo tube rice dumpling, wrapped the chopsticks in a tissue, and threw them into the trash can.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and she walked quickly. He Yan sent a message saying that he was waiting for her at the apartment entrance with Shi Tou, so she simply started running. The wind blew her hair, making it look graceful and free in the night.
…
One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black.
Wen Xue wholeheartedly agreed with this statement. After spending a long time with He Yan, she also became hypocritical. She told him that he could no longer lie to her, but she could lie to him naturally without blushing or skipping a beat.
She glanced at him sideways and said casually, "Is it a bit cold today?"
Hearing this, He Yan stopped and handed her the leash. Without saying a word, he took off his coat and draped it over her, then took her hand and asked, "Are you still cold?"
"It's not cold anymore."
Wen Xue glanced at him and chuckled to herself. The sweet taste in her mouth seemed to spread all the way to her heart.
He Yan looked directly at her, their eyes met, and she was caught red-handed. He looked at the dark circles under her eyes, feeling both heartache and helplessness. She hadn't told him about her tutoring job, nor had she deliberately hidden it from him. He wasn't unaware of her worries, but if doing so would make her feel better, then he couldn't forcefully stop her.
He paused briefly, picking and choosing, filtering out the less-than-good news, and telling her the good news to put her at ease: "Zhou Zhan's father is currently in a coma. The veterans of Wanbo are planning to hold a board meeting in a while, and they may have to choose one of him and Zhou Xianzhong to temporarily take over the position."
Wen Xue exclaimed in surprise, "Then Zhou Zhan..."
"It's basically decided internally."
Zhou Zhan's hard work over the past year has not been in vain; his work ability is evident to all.
Manbo values seniority, and currently, his position is higher than Zhou Xian's, not to mention he has more supporters.
Furthermore, Zhou Yunshan made a special trip to the United States to visit his granddaughter before the incident, spending two months happily with her. From the outside perspective, he seemed to favor his eldest son more. Undoubtedly, Zhou Zhan's public image was more reliable. His marriage was stable, he had been in love with his wife for many years, and they had a daughter. Such a family structure was obviously more convincing.
The situation is settled.
Even if Zhou Yunshan himself woke up, he would not be able to change the predetermined outcome.
Wen Xue breathed a sigh of relief. "Does this count as a victory?"
He Yan didn't answer immediately, but reached out and ruffled her hair.
If things were that simple, that would be great.
But to put her at ease, he smiled and said, "Let's forget about it."
Immediately, Wen Xue felt relieved. She smiled broadly, took his hand, and repeatedly asked, "Really?"
Does that mean that the suppression and attacks he has suffered for more than half a year are about to end?
He pulled through, that's really amazing.
He Yan stared at her for a while, then pulled her into his arms, lingering on her scent.
The next day.
As the situation gradually became clearer, Zhou Zhan stopped hiding his intentions and couldn't wait to make up for He Yan's "endurance and perseverance" over the past six months. He secretly provided He Yan with a steady stream of connections and resources, which not only restored Changya to its former prosperity in a short period of time, but also made it even better.
He Yan, of course, would not refuse, and he drove to meet the client.
The conversation went well and laid a good foundation for future cooperation.
He drove out of the parking lot, stopped at the exit to pay, and habitually reached for the armrest box, only to find that he had run out of change. He took out his wallet, but then he noticed something was wrong; the wallet was very thick and almost couldn't be closed.
He Yan's brow twitched, and he opened his wallet.
Actually, he didn't know how much cash was in his wallet. He usually only took out cash when he had almost used it up, and he also kept a wad of cash in his car as a backup.
However, there was definitely more money in my wallet, quite a lot more.
He remembered that she had said she was cold last night, so he took off his coat and put it on her. It seemed that she had gone to the park's restroom once.
So, the extra money was put there by her.
"Sir, hello, that'll be ten dollars in total," the staff member called out again, sticking his head out.
At this moment, the world seemed unreal to He Yan. His throat was dry, he couldn't hear any other sounds, and his mind was filled with only one thing: one person.
"gentlemen!"
The driver of the car behind leaned out and honked the horn several times.
He Yan snapped out of his daze and, unusually, frantically pulled out a fifty-yuan note from his wallet and handed it over. His thoughts were still not fully back to normal, and he was still feeling unsettled. After receiving the change from the staff member, he managed to calm himself down, drove out of the parking lot, and found a temporary spot to park.
He took out his phone, opened her chat window, and edited and deleted the simplest message several times.
This was a completely unfamiliar experience for He Yan.
He never imagined that one day someone would worry about him not having enough money and secretly slip money into his wallet.
He's always the one doing this for others.
He put down his phone and leaned back.
After a long silence, I gritted my teeth and quickly typed and sent: "Did you put the money in my wallet?"
A few minutes later, Wenxue replied: [Yeah, didn't I say I'd take care of you from now on?]
He had just finished reading when his palms went numb, and another message from her came in—
Of course, we can only raise them frugally now.
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