Chapter 56. [Second Update] When he thought he was completely cold...
He Yan opened the car door and got in, but he didn't control his strength well, and the sound of the door closing was particularly abrupt in the night.
He leaned back irritably, his hands weakly scratching his hair. What bothered him even more was that the sweet scent seemed to still be in his nose—no, not in his nose, but completely covering his body, enveloping him.
I sat alone in the car for a long time, my concern that she might be unwell still prevailing.
He fastened his seatbelt, drove with a composed expression, dappled shadows of trees flashing by, illuminating the car interior in alternating light and shadow, his hands gripping the steering wheel sometimes relaxing, sometimes tightening.
The city center isn't far away, and the streets at night are quiet without the daytime hustle and bustle, so quiet that even the sound of breathing is clear.
The pharmacy's sign was very eye-catching, and He Yan needed to use it to distract himself. He pulled over, strode into the store, and the clerk, who was lazily playing on his phone, asked enthusiastically, "What would you like to buy? I can recommend something."
"Hangover cure: honey."
He said in a low voice, "I want one with fewer side effects."
The clerk understood, got up from behind the counter, and went to the display shelf to find the medicine.
He Yan stood numbly in front of the cashier. Suddenly, he felt an itch on the side of his neck. He subconsciously raised his hand to scratch it, but touched a soft strand of hair. Just when he thought he had completely calmed down, he was instantly overwhelmed again.
He picked up that strand of hair; it was soft and shiny, just like her.
The scenes I should have forgotten resurfaced before my eyes.
The shop assistant, smiling, approached him with a jar of honey and some hangover medicine, stopping a few steps away.
This man...
That's strange.
Even though they were complete strangers, she could sense his despair. "Sir, are you alright?"
He Yan held the hair in his hand and calmly said, "It's nothing. How much?"
On the other side, Sister Zhou rested on the sofa for a while before getting up, going upstairs to her room, finding Wenxue's face towel in the bathroom, filling a basin with warm water, and wiping Wenxue's face and hands as if taking care of her own daughter, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.
Footsteps and voices came from outside the door. Sister Zhou was startled and looked towards the door. It was Li Jingru and Sister Cai. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Where's Nana?"
Li Jingru laughed: "Wan Nian took her for a walk on the beach."
Sister Cai also came over, saw Wen Xue lying on the sofa, remembered something, looked around the living room, and asked, "Where's Brother Yan? I remember he was the one who took Wen Xue away?"
Sister Zhou's brow twitched, she smiled, and continued to take Wen Xue's hand to wipe her palm, her tone casual: "Yes, he just brought Wen Xue out from over there and ran into me. He was probably worried that Wen Xue wasn't feeling well after getting drunk for the first time, and was in a hurry to buy medicine, so he entrusted her to me—"
At this point, she looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window and muttered to herself, "Why haven't they come back yet?"
"Oh no!" Li Jingru said with annoyance. "Yan Sir is going to scold me to death."
Anyone with eyes can see how much Yan Sir cares about Wen Xue.
Wen Xue is drunk now, lying slumped on the sofa. Oh no, she's going to get a real dressing down.
Sister Zhou sighed deeply: "You too, giving Wen Xue alcohol, what if something happens..."
Li Jingru thought she was exaggerating. "What could possibly happen? We're all family here." As she spoke, she also worried about Wen Xue. "Why don't we give her some water to dilute it?"
She walked to the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, struggled to unscrew the cap, squatted down beside Wenxue, and pinched her flushed cheeks. "Little sister, wake up, the plane is about to take off, we'll miss it."
Sure enough, Wen Xue immediately opened her eyes and asked blankly, "What?"
Li Jingru laughed loudly, "Little sister, you're so cute."
She brought the bottle to Wenxue's lips and coaxed, "Come on, drinking some water will make you feel better."
"...Oh." After the strongest effects of the alcohol subsided, Wen Xue was still dizzy and nauseous, but she had regained some clarity. She held onto the bottle and took small sips of water. After finishing, she whispered, "I want to take a shower."
"Wait a little longer." Sister Zhou helped her comb her messy hair that was plastered to her neck. "President He drove to the city to buy medicine. It's not too late to take the medicine, lie down, and then take a shower."
"He went to buy medicine?"
“Yes.” Sister Zhou smiled. “You’ve been gone for a long time, don’t you remember? At the villa entrance, he handed you over to me, and I had to use a lot of effort to help you in.”
Wen Xue, suppressing her dizziness, thought for a moment and tried to sit up. "Thank you..."
She was actually still drunk, and it took her a while to understand what the other person meant when they spoke to her.
All she knows now is that He Yan bought the medicine, and that she caused trouble for others.
These women, especially Sister Cai and Sister Zhou, had all left their families and children behind to come, and they cherished this trip. Seeing that Wenxue was doing well, they were relieved and hurriedly turned on their TV dramas to catch up on their shows.
Wen Xue was moved to a single sofa to lie down.
About twenty minutes later, the sound of car tires came from the villa entrance. Wen Xue, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them, her gaze wandering, unable to find a place to settle down.
He Yan stood frozen in the courtyard, holding a bag containing hangover medicine and honey.
He could see the living room lights were on and hear the slightly noisy background noise of the television, but he hesitated to go in.
I can only forget that kiss, and pretend that nothing happened.
He stepped onto the stairs, knocked on the door, and heard Li Jingru say "Come in." He calmly pushed the door open, and as the door opened, he glanced at it habitually. Just one glance, and his eyes met those of Wen Xue, who was sitting on the single sofa.
Wen Xue's gaze drifted to him, and she slowly smiled at him, as always, without any guard or suspicion, treating him as the most trusted person in the world.
He Yan felt a mix of emotions.
He composed himself, suppressing his inappropriate emotions, and calmly stood in front of the single sofa.
Aside from Sister Zhou, no one noticed that he deliberately kept his distance from Wen Xue. His gaze shifted, and seeing Wen Xue holding a bottle of mineral water, he barely managed to calm himself down. Under her gaze, he calmly opened the hangover medicine, poured one into his palm, leaned down, and without meeting her eyes, said, "Take one."
Wen Xue stared at him without blinking, hummed in agreement, and reached out to take the medicine.
Her hands were unsteady and trembling, her eyes were darting around, and she couldn't seem to get her bearings right. Her fingertips were clawing and scratching at his rough palm.
He Yan's breathing slowed. Just a second before he couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed the pill and put it in her mouth, then unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back and drank water to swallow. The water was too full, and she felt dizzy and nauseous, as if she were floating on a cloud. She choked and covered her mouth to cough.
Unlike the other two who were completely absorbed in the love and hate drama of the TV series, Sister Zhou would look over here with concern from time to time.
He Yan disregarded everything else and hurried over, reaching out to pat Wen Xue's back to help her catch her breath.
Beneath his palm lay her soft hair. Seeing her discomfort, an inexplicable anger welled up within him. After she caught her breath, he turned to Li Jingru, suppressing his displeasure, and said, "How much did you force her to drink? She's young and doesn't know any better, but don't you? How could she drink so much?"
Even though Li Jingru was mentally prepared, she was still stunned for a few seconds, "...I was wrong."
She couldn't help but explain, "But my sister wanted to drink too, so I let her..."
Give it a try.
He swallowed the rest of his words under He Yan's cold gaze, silencing them.
He Yan was about to scold her a bit more when he felt a slight force tugging at his clothes. He immediately looked down at Wen Xue and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Xue shook her head. "Don't be like this."
Li Jingru pursed her lips and blew Wen Xue a kiss from afar. See, the younger sister is still the kindest; even drunk, she didn't forget to stop Yan Sir from scolding her.
He Yan stared intently at her, almost unable to resist asking her, "Who am I?"
Who do you think I am?
"Hmm." He said in a low voice, turning around and tossing the remaining hangover medicine and honey onto the coffee table. It was unclear who he was talking to. "Give her the medicine, no need to feed her anymore. Tell her to drink a cup of honey water before bed, diluted with warm water. If she vomits tonight, or feels unwell, call me."
Sister Zhou nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."
"I'm going out for a bit." He Yan tried to leave, but Wen Xue gently tugged at his clothes again.
He glanced at her hastily and asked in a stern voice, "What's wrong?"
"Where are you going?" she asked slowly.
"Something's up."
Upon hearing those two words, she immediately let go of his hand. Drunk, she couldn't decipher the deep emotions and struggle in his eyes, and could only watch him walk out of the villa.
…
Wan Nian carried Nana on his back as they walked on the beach, discussing the future with great enthusiasm, saying they could talk about it for countless nights without getting tired of it, and laughing heartily.
"Hey, isn't that Brother Yan?" Nana patted Wan Nian's shoulder, gesturing for him to look at the figure not far ahead.
Wan Nian looked in the direction she pointed, "It really is."
"Let's go take a look!"
It was already quite late, and there were hardly any people on the beach. Wan Nian had originally intended to go over and say hello to He Yan, but after taking a few steps, she stopped and said, "I'd better not."
Based on his understanding of Brother Yan, Brother Yan was not the kind of person who had the leisure to stroll on the beach.
Standing alone on the beach so late at night must mean you have something on your mind.
They'd better not go looking for trouble.
"What's wrong with Brother Yan?" Nana murmured.
Wan Nian turned around and walked in the opposite direction, his back to her. "Maybe he's upset."
Nana was even more puzzled: "What does he have to be upset about?"
"You're asking me? I don't know either."
“Wen Xue definitely knows!” Nana chuckled. She could just ask Wen Xue tomorrow.
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Wen Xue's biological clock is regular and stable, so she doesn't need an alarm clock. She wakes up at seven o'clock. The double bed in the room is very large. She turns her head to look at Sister Zhou, who is wearing an eye mask, and quietly lifts the thin blanket to get out of bed.
Her head was still throbbing slightly; she had found it novel and enjoyable to drink, but now she felt unwell.
As she brushed her teeth while leaning against the sink, her mind raced, and the events of the previous night began to falter after she had obtained He Yan's consent; only fragmented memories surfaced in her mind.
Sister Zhou wanted to help her take a bath, but she refused out of shyness and stood under the shower to rinse off, while Sister Zhou stood guard outside the door.
Further on, she drank honey water and took medicine, which she vaguely remembered He Yan had gone all the way to the city to buy.
Wen Xue scooped up some water and splashed it on her face. The splashing stopped, and she covered her face with a towel, suddenly stunned. She had also had a dream about He Heng, who frequently appeared in her dreams for a long time after his death.
However, in those dreams, he never spoke, but only smiled at her with reluctance.
In my dream last night, he seemed to speak.
What did he say?
She couldn't remember at all.
Wen Xue hung up the towel and quietly walked out of the room. The whole villa was quiet, and the doors to the other rooms were tightly closed. She rubbed her forehead as she went downstairs and was stunned. There was a person lying on the sofa. He was extremely tired and had raised one arm to cover his eyes. In that hand, he was clutching something that looked like metal. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as the lighter she had given him.
Why is he sleeping in the living room?
She was suddenly caught in a dilemma. Afraid of waking him, she lowered her head and thought for a moment. She simply took off her slippers and put them aside, then went downstairs barefoot, trying not to make any noise.
She held her breath, wanting to walk to the sofa to see him, but he reacted too quickly, so she had to give up.
Wen Xue had gotten used to drinking water every morning when she woke up. She quietly walked to the cabinet, picked up a bottle of water, and was about to unscrew it when she was surprised to find that the bottle cap had already been opened. She couldn't help but frown.
What happened?
Who opened it, didn't drink a drop, and then tightened the lid again?
Who is it?
She was lost in thought, her grip on the bottle tightening. So engrossed in her own world, she didn't immediately notice that the person lying on the sofa had sat up.
"Does your head still hurt?"
A deep, husky male voice came from behind her. Startled, she turned around but accidentally bumped into a cabinet. Her vision blurred, and she felt as if his cold breath had burned the back of her neck. She almost immediately remembered the feeling of a strong hand holding that spot, and the intense heat.
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