Chapter 95. He cupped her face in his hands, and quickly…
Wen Xue and her neighbor entered the elevator, with He Yan following closely behind. His gaze followed her as if it were a physical object. When she had her back to him, he watched her back; when she faced him, he stared into her eyes.
It's as if no one else exists at this moment.
Wen Xue's ears turned red, and her heart pounded. If this were a quiet, enclosed space, she suspected that her heartbeat could be heard.
"Come in quickly!" she urged him anxiously.
He Yan stepped in and stood beside her. The elevator wall clearly reflected the expressions on their faces. The neighbor suppressed a laugh and observed their every move with great interest, finding it all quite amusing.
As the morning rush hour approaches, almost every floor stops and people come in.
As more and more people arrived, the elevator became crowded and was already overloaded, yet people outside still tried to squeeze in.
He Yan reached out and pulled Wen Xue close to his waist, trying to avoid being bumped into.
His palm touched her through the thin fabric, transmitting his warmth.
Wen Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly. She was relieved that there was no pulse where he touched, otherwise the violent beating would have been noticed.
They quickly reached the first floor. He restrained himself, withdrawing his hand and letting go of her. With so many people around, no one except them had noticed that brief contact of ten seconds. But she knew that he wasn't just protecting her; he was also testing and confirming her feelings.
"I'm off now."
The neighbor came out of the elevator, smiling and waving goodbye.
Wen Xue nodded with a smile.
She deliberately slowed her pace as she walked out of the apartment building. There were trash cans right outside. She stopped, and He Yan, not understanding why, also stopped.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, but he remained motionless.
Her tense and uneasy mood relaxed, and she was amused by him, a smile playing on her lips: "Don't you take out the trash?"
He Yan snapped out of his daze, looked down, and realized he had indeed forgotten he was carrying a bag of trash. If she hadn't reminded him, he would have brought it with him in the car.
He remained expressionless and threw away the trash.
She smiled broadly, while he remained calm. They walked side by side toward the jeep. When they were just a step away, the calmer a person appears, the more out of control they become. He grabbed her hand and pulled slightly, catching her off guard. She bumped back into his arms and looked up at him in surprise.
“What does ‘hmm’ mean?” He hadn’t slept well the night before, only a few hours in total. His eyes were bloodshot, but unusually bright.
Wen Xue couldn't hide her nervousness.
At the same time, she secretly resented him in her heart.
Does it have to be explained so clearly? He's five years older than her, doesn't he understand?
However, He Yan was just that kind of person. For the first time in his two lifetimes, he had fallen in love with a woman. He didn't understand what tacit understanding or going with the flow meant. He wanted her to tell him clearly and explicitly whether it meant what he thought it meant.
"So how would you like me to introduce you?"
Her eyes were bright as she asked him a question in return.
He Yan was silent for a moment, then looked directly at her and said in a low voice, "I will take it seriously."
She couldn't joke about something like this with him.
He'll take it seriously.
Her heart skipped a beat. Meeting his gaze, she nodded, her throat tightening: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he cupped her face in his hands and quickly lowered his head to kiss her.
Wen Xue paused, lost in the kiss for a few seconds, when she heard a car horn in the distance. She suddenly remembered that she was outside, surrounded by people. She hurriedly tried to get away, but he stubbornly chased after her. She gritted her teeth and gently bit his tongue, not with force, but there was still a slight pain.
He finally regained a sliver of his sanity.
She took the opportunity to step back half a step, her eyes darting around, her cheeks burning, "Someone's here."
He Yan raised his eyes, looked around, and saw no one. Wen Xue quickly pushed him aside, got into the car, and sat in the driver's seat, patting her chest with lingering fear. After the initial panic, her heart leaped with joy, her heart pounding in her chest.
But she quickly suppressed her smile as someone got into the car.
She casually changed the subject: "Driving while fatigued is dangerous, I'll drive."
He Yan remained silent. His already rugged face now had a cold and stern expression, which was inexplicably frightening.
That's just how he is; the more surprised and unsure he is of his luck, the more silent he becomes. He wants to ask why, but he worries that the answer won't be what he wants, which is why he desperately seeks a response through a kiss.
She might say forcefully that he takes it seriously, but if she turns around and says it's just a joke...
What can he do about her?
Wen Xue's smile froze, and the car fell silent. The touch of his still lingered on her lips. After a moment of stillness, she fastened her seatbelt, stepped on the gas, and the car drove off, merging into the main road. They didn't speak the whole way. How interesting! They were sitting right next to each other, yet they still had to guess what the other was thinking.
Her rented apartment was not far from the training institution, less than a 20-minute drive to the building's ground parking lot.
She parked the car, pursed her lips, and unbuckled her seatbelt without saying a word.
Just a second before she got off the bus, he suddenly pressed her shoulder down, pulling her back into her seat. She turned her head and looked at him in surprise.
"Are you really sure?" he asked slowly, his eyes serious as he stared intently at her. "You should know that I want more than just this."
He truly longed to be with her, in every sense of the word, but with a prefix: forever.
Wen Xue was slightly taken aback.
He Yan gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Answer me."
She pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately, with difficulty but with unwavering determination: "Then you must live well."
She will no longer promise anyone forever.
Since He Heng left her, she has come to understand that when a person dies, nothing is left. All she can promise is that as long as He Yan lives, she will be with him for one more day.
She learned to cherish what she had, so she bravely took this step.
She hoped he would also learn to cherish things. Since he cared so much about "forever," the first thing he should do was cherish his own life.
That's strange.
If she had nodded firmly and said she had thought it through, He Yan might still have doubts. But when she said those words, he felt relieved because it meant she wasn't joking and was serious.
"There's no one here now."
"What?"
He moved closer to her and gave her a light peck on the cheek, his lips remaining pressed together.
She got scared, pushed him away, and hurriedly got out of the car, saying, "I'm going to be late."
He Yan also got out of the car and called out to her, "I'll take you up."
"Need not!"
She stopped her, saying, "Go back and take a shower, your shirt is all wrinkled."
He Yan paused upon hearing this. More than whether the shirt was wrinkled, he was worried about an unpleasant odor. Given the situation last night, he wouldn't leave, nor would he feel comfortable leaving. If circumstances allowed, he would have stayed by her side until she told him everything.
Who made her unhappy? What made her unhappy?
He will find a way to solve it.
After taking a few steps, Wen Xue mustered her courage, turned back to him, and walked away. She always felt soft-hearted towards him. Under his deep gaze, she reached out to straighten his collar, her eyes focused and earnest, and whispered, "Alright, I really have to go now."
Before he could react, she quickly left, her steps light and graceful.
Liu Heyan stood there for a long time, like a statue. The summer sun was shining on him, making him feel hot and burning. He suddenly realized that this was not a dream, and his eyebrows rose slightly.
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The Zhou family of Huacheng.
Zhou Xian returned from his business trip and hadn't slept for more than a few hours when he received a call from home. Looking exhausted, he asked the driver to take him back to his old house. As he stepped out of the elevator and walked through the corridor, he caught a glimpse of his mother arranging flowers. He was used to her endless lies.
"Didn't you say Dad wasn't feeling well?"
He walked over, leaned back lazily in his chair, and asked.
“She’s lying upstairs.” Cheng Jun put down the scissors in her hand and lowered her voice. “Your sister-in-law gave birth the night before last. I heard it’s a chubby little girl.”
Zhou Xian pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's good news."
"I don't even want to talk about your father."
Cheng Jun said with a gloating look, "A few months ago, he was already busy setting up a nursery at home and also bought a house. He thought that since your older brother had returned to China, his wife and children would definitely have to go back too. Your father was so considerate and wanted to treat his first grandchild well. But after the baby was born, they said they wouldn't be returning to China for the time being. Your father was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast."
Zhou Xian casually picked a grape and popped it into his mouth.
He looked like he wasn't listening at all.
Cheng Yun changed the subject and muttered, "But this house is really too deserted. I was hoping they would come back."
After a long preamble, she finally got to the point, saying earnestly, "Your older brother is only a few years older than you, and he already has a wife and children. Stop wasting your days and settle down with the right person, okay?"
Zhou Xian stared at her and sneered, "If he gets married, I'll get married too; if he has children, I have to have children too?"
"Who's pressuring you to get married and have kids right now?" Cheng Yun laughed as she stood up and sat down beside him. The mother and son moved closer together, and she unlocked her phone to show him photos, coaxing him gently, "Look at this girl, isn't she wonderful? She's the daughter of Hengxing, and not much younger than you—"
Zhou Xian didn't even glance at it, showing little interest: "Not interested, don't worry about it."
"So who are you interested in?"
This conversation, which was making him impatient, suddenly brought to mind a face with a gentle smile.
He shook his head, thinking to himself, "I really didn't sleep well."
Once he realized that his father was just feeling unwell, not physically, and since he wouldn't die anytime soon, Zhou Xian didn't bother staying for dinner. He got into his car and left, leaving a folder on the back seat, which he casually opened.
There are meeting schedule materials and a catalog for an upcoming auction.
Zhou Xian flipped through the booklet listlessly, seeing the same things over and over again. Suddenly, he paused for a moment, and a teardrop-shaped pink diamond caught his eye.
He remembered the pendant on her necklace.
It's too cheap; it's not suitable for her.
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Around noon.
Wu Yuejiang came to the bank in the city to do some business, and on the way, he stopped by the trading company to find out more about He Yan's situation. The two brothers had a meal together and talked about the future. Everything was thriving, and he was in high spirits.
He soon noticed that He Yan was acting unusually strangely today.
In specific terms, how does this manifest itself?
He checks his phone twenty times a minute, often gets distracted during conversations, is unusually excited, and sometimes laughs for no reason. Although he immediately stops, it's still quite alarming.
Wu Yuejiang stroked his chin, lost in thought.
The last time He Yan did something like this was several years ago, when they had just established Changya Transportation and secured their first business deal.
but……
Although He Yan was also very excited back then, there was a difference compared to today. For example, he was more excited and thrilled, but he was still barely able to suppress it, which is why he was so agitated.
He Yan is no longer likely to lose his composure over minor achievements in his career.
Since suffering a major setback in his life, he has become more composed and calm.
Only one person could stir things up for him.
"What?" Wu Yuejiang picked up her cup, took a sip of tea, and calmly sized him up. "Your sister agreed to be with you?"
He Yan looked straight at him, his face showing surprise.
His expression was somewhat strange, as if he wasn't surprised by the question, but rather by how the man had guessed it.
etc? ? ?
Wu Yuejiang's eyes widened, and he nearly spat out the tea in his mouth. He choked and coughed violently. After finally catching his breath, he shouted in shock, "No way, it really is?!"
He Yan's phone, which was placed to the side, vibrated.
Wen Xue's message popped up on the screen. He sent her three messages in a row, asking her what she wanted to eat that night, whether she wanted to go shopping, or whether she wanted to see a movie. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he finally received her reply.
Wen Xue: [But didn't you have a social engagement today?]
In the schedule he sent her yesterday, he did indeed have a social engagement today.
But yesterday is yesterday, and today is today.
He replied quickly: 【No more】
After sending the message, he seemed to finally notice that his brother of over twenty years was still sitting across from him, panting. "You'll go to the dinner with President Xu tonight in my place."
He stated it plainly, but a smile appeared on his face: "I have something to do, don't ask, it's a date."
Wu Yuejiang: "..."
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