Chapter 17.017. [Second Update] You can only be her henchman...
This was the first time Wen Xue had stepped into He Yan's room. Although she had brought him breakfast many times before, she had always stopped at the door.
This room has the exact same layout as her room.
In a space of less than 20 square meters, the furnishings of the room were laid out in full. His room was even simpler than hers, with only a single bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, and a table and chairs. It wasn't exactly tidy, but it was certainly not dirty or messy either.
Wen Xue sat down awkwardly, no longer looking around.
The last vestiges of curiosity gradually faded after entering.
She began to feel restless and guilty. Had she made too many demands tonight? Smoking, asking him how to relieve his pain—now that she had calmed down, she was surprised at how much she had taken advantage of him. She wasn't usually like that.
"I……"
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, and subconsciously got up to leave.
He Yan had his back to her, so he couldn't see the changes in her emotions. He took out a stack of papers from the drawer of the wooden table and placed them on the table. Their eyes were simultaneously fixed on the neat characters on the paper. Wen Xue was stunned. Even though she didn't understand the contents, she could tell from a few sentences that it should be a scripture.
That's all.
He said in a flat tone, "Just copy the scriptures and then send them to the temple to be enshrined."
In truth, He Heng was already gone. What could he possibly do for his deceased younger brother? Nothing.
So even if he doesn't believe in these things at all, this is the only thing he can do now.
Wen Xue asked blankly, "Will it be useful?"
He replied nonchalantly, "Who knows."
Whether it works or not, only He Heng underground knows.
Seeing that she was staring intently at the scriptures he was copying, he simply handed them to her to look at, and then asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
"It will be all right."
Wen Xue didn't listen carefully at all. She devoutly recited the scriptures that He Yan had copied in her heart, gently stroking the words with her fingertips. It was an elder brother's longing and painstaking effort for his younger brother.
Her eyes welled up with tears, but her heart was surprisingly calm.
He Yan glanced at her a few times and then left the room.
I found a key in a flowerpot by the door next door, opened the door and went into Wu Yuejiang's house. I easily found a can of adult calcium-fortified milk powder, scooped out two spoonfuls and put them in a cup, dissolved it with hot water, and a milky aroma wafted out. I heard that drinking milk before bed can help you sleep better.
It's all thanks to Wu Yuejiang not being 1.8 meters tall.
Otherwise, Mr. Wu, who is 25 years old this year and still obsessed with his height, would not insist on drinking milk powder every day.
"Drink it while it's hot." He Yan returned to his room and placed the steaming cup next to Wen Xue. "After you finish drinking, go back and take a shower and go to bed."
Wen Xue hummed in agreement, holding the cup with both hands. Just as her lips were about to touch the rim of the cup, she hesitated for a moment.
"No one uses this cup, and I've never used it either."
“No…” she shook her head, “Where did it come from?”
"Stolen."
Just kidding again.
Wen Xue's lips curled up, and without further hesitation, she took a small bite. Surprisingly, it even had a hint of sweetness. He Yan sat down opposite her. The room was narrow and the night was deep. He looked down as he replied to messages, seemingly very busy, but the noise still reached his ears.
The gulping sound was her drinking milk.
The rustling sound was her turning the pages of a book.
Wen Xue drank a cup of hot milk for ten minutes. She got up to wash the cup, but He Yan stopped her. He looked impatient, but his words were full of concern. He raised his hand, tapped the dial of his wristwatch, and reminded her again, "Look at the time. Go to sleep."
"……oh."
Wen Xue went back to the third floor. The water from the water heater wasn't very hot, and the hot water was intermittent. It was the first time she had taken such a perfunctory shower. She wasn't afraid of getting sick or catching a cold now, but she was afraid He Yan would worry. She quickly rinsed off the soap, wrapped herself in her pajamas, and hurried back to her room. The hot water bottle in the bed was warm and cozy. She crawled in, rested her head on the soft pillow, and brushed her teeth clean. There was no longer any smell of smoke or milk.
But she still remembers.
Worried she'd forget all the feelings of her first time, she reached for her phone on the bedside table and posted a status update that only she could see—
I smoked today. It was very pungent, a bit spicy, and a bit bitter. Is this the taste of all cigarettes, or is it only the cigarettes He Yan smokes that taste like this?
This used to be her habit.
He Heng knew all her account passwords. It's inevitable to have conflicts in a relationship, and you have to experience all the ups and downs. Sometimes when she was sulking, she didn't want to have a serious argument with him, so she would secretly curse him on social media, which was actually sent to him to make him apologize and coax her.
There are so many, too many to count.
Ten months later, the status has been updated again, like a long-abandoned garden regaining some vitality.
Downstairs, He Yan hurriedly finished his shower and went back to his room without even drying his hair. The cup that Wen Xue had drunk from had been washed clean. He would definitely not use the cup again, but it would be even more unacceptable for other rough men like Wu Yuejiang to use it.
He thought for a moment and placed it alone on the windowsill. It was unusable, but it would be a pity to throw it away, so he decided to treat it as a decoration.
…
Perhaps it was because she slept too late, but since He Heng's accident, this was the first time Wen Xue had woken up at eight o'clock. She felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction after a good night's sleep. The corridor outside was noisy. She listened for a while and guessed that the people from the company were coming back from working all night. So she stopped staying in bed, lifted the covers, and got up to change her clothes.
She had just brushed her teeth and washed her face when there was a rapid and irregular knocking at the door; the person who came was in a hurry.
It's not He Yan.
He Yan knocks very lightly, usually three times and then stops. If she doesn't open the door after a few minutes, he knocks again.
Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, Nana, wearing a beautiful coat, rushed in cheerfully. Despite not having slept all night, she was still radiant and full of energy. "I knew you'd be here! Come on, I bought you breakfast. They say college students love drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. It cost me over forty!"
Wen Xue was knocked back a few steps by her tackle before regaining her balance, and then chuckled as she corrected, "That's a rumor."
"ah?"
"We don't eat breakfasts that cost over forty."
Anyway, she won't eat it; it's too expensive.
She also developed a liking for soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Nana laughed loudly: "I don't care, I bought it, you have to eat it today!"
Wen Xue smiled and thanked her. Nana was a frequent visitor to her room because the double sofa was very comfortable and the floor lamp was beautiful. The two of them often snuggled up on it and talked about random things, and their friendship blossomed without them even realizing it.
Amid Nana's chattering, Wenxue carefully took the coffee out of the paper bag and placed it on the table. The sandwich looked pretty good, and just as she was about to take a bite, she heard footsteps outside the door. She lowered her hand and subconsciously stood up.
He Yan appeared at the door, carrying breakfast in his hand. He looked inside and understood everything.
Besides him, someone else brought her breakfast.
"Good morning, Brother Yan!" Nana waved to him while holding a hot water bottle.
“Okay, I’ll take this one to Old Wu.” He said this, naturally referring to Wen Xue, but his gaze lingered for a few seconds, as if he were pondering whether she preferred these fancy things. When he looked away, he glanced at the drinks on the table and gestured with his chin, “What’s that?”
"Coffee, it's so expensive!" Nana replied proudly.
She would only buy such expensive coffee for her very close friends; she would always have to stay out of the spotlight.
He Yan nodded calmly and beckoned, "Give it to me."
Don't think he doesn't know that coffee can be a pick-me-up. The question is, does Wen Xue even need to be a pick-me-up now?
He just wanted her to eat well and sleep well.
Nana: "??"
Wen Xue glanced apologetically at Nana, then without hesitation, picked up the coffee and delivered it to the door. He Yan took it, looked down at the label on the paper cup—something like Caramel Macchiato, so strange—and said, "Thanks."
At least those words were said to Nana.
After he finished speaking, he left.
After regaining her senses, Nana was still dumbfounded. "It wasn't bought for him to drink! Oh my god!"
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that such a shameless person was their Brother Yan.
Wen Xue smiled softly and said, "What would you like to drink today? I'll treat you, okay?"
"Next time," Nana said excitedly, her face flushed. "Not today. I managed to snag a king-size bed room at the hotel. I've never stayed in a five-star hotel before. I'm planning to go out with Wan Nian for our anniversary. He said he'd go shopping with me today... Well, we won't be coming back tonight."
“Okay, then tomorrow it is.” Wen Xue smiled broadly. “I’ll treat you to something nice tomorrow,” she added after thinking for a moment, “something expensive.”
"Okay! It's a deal!"
After sitting for a while, Nana's phone vibrated. It was Wan Nian calling, saying that everything was ready and they could leave. Everyone here was very kind to Wen Xue, but even Wang Yuan only came to her room the day she moved in. The other men, after being harshly reprimanded by He Yan, wouldn't come looking for her at all.
Wan Nian knew his girlfriend was in Wen Xue's room.
Knowing this is one thing, but I'd rather spend money making a phone call than actually come here.
After Nana left happily, Wenxue poured herself a glass of warm water, ate a sandwich while looking at her strawberry plant, but nothing happened, and she didn't even see a strawberry.
…
"What is that?"
He Yan didn't sleep well last night. He had a dream that made his blood pressure soar. In the dream, Wen Xue, wearing a white dress, stood in front of him with a cigarette in her hand, blowing gray smoke at him one after another. He said to her in a gentle voice, "Can you please stop smoking?"
She smiled slightly, but you smoked.
He couldn't do it, so I'll quit from now on.
She continued puffing on her cigarette and asked, "When is 'later'?"
He woke up from his dream, checked his phone, and saw it was not yet six in the morning. He couldn't fall back asleep, so he put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Although he wasn't sleepy, he felt tired. He sat in the passenger seat and took a sip of coffee, which was supposedly very energizing. After taking a bite, he frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wu Yuejiang asked, noticing the unusually congested road ahead near the train station.
This is a commercial vehicle registered under Wu Yuejiang's name.
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the drivers were all heading home for the Spring Festival. He Yan treated these employees who had been with him from the beginning very well, worried that they would be carrying heavy bags and squeezing onto buses, so he simply drove them all home. After dropping off this group, he drove Wu Yuejiang to the airport.
"nothing."
Seeing that there were only the two of them in the car, Wu Yuejiang asked again, "Are you really not going back?"
“I’m not going back.” He Yan shook his head. “I’m all alone now, it doesn’t matter where I live.”
"What about your younger sister?"
He Yan paused, "She's not replying either."
He had asked her about this, thinking that if she returned to Haicheng, he could buy her a ticket on the same flight as Wu Yuejiang so that they could look after each other on the way. But she said she didn't want to go back and didn't want to go through the trouble of having a New Year's Eve dinner where she was the only outsider.
Wu Yuejiang sighed softly, "That's good. Remember to take your sister out for a nice meal, watch a New Year's movie, and go shopping for some new clothes."
"I offered her money, but she refused."
Speaking of this, He Yan was also a little annoyed. Wen Xue basically didn't spend any money, and she didn't eat much or picky. He suspected that the biggest expense she had spent recently was the electric toothbrush she bought for him.
"Why don't you just take her shopping?"
He Yan shook his head: "Nana took her shopping before, but she didn't buy anything except a toothbrush for me."
Wu Yuejiang analyzed with him, "Can Nana pay for her? Can she carry her bags? They are equal friends, not a devoted follower."
He Yan felt there was something strange about his words. The beginning sounded fine, but the end just didn't make sense. Nana wasn't his follower, but he was? His voice turned cold. "I'm her brother."
"Bingo." While waiting for the green light, Wu Yuejiang snapped his fingers, looking pleased. "You finally understand. If you have a younger brother, you can be the boss. If you have a younger sister, then sorry, you can only be her henchman, understand?"
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