Chapter 117 Extra (Part 2): This guy is pretty cheesy when he talks about love.
They've fallen into a trap.
At this moment, only these few words remained in He Yan's mind.
He does indeed easily lose his temper and become unable to think rationally in certain matters. If he were less preoccupied with gains and losses, he would immediately notice the flaws in Wen Xue's words; she seemed to be deliberately reminding him that the business card was in the car.
He Yan held the sticky note, feeling helpless.
Just then, he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew who it was without turning around.
The people who were supposed to arrest him have arrived.
Wen Xue walked briskly up behind him, deliberately startling him, and said in a low voice, "Why aren't you asleep so late?"
He Yan: "..."
He calmly folded the sticky note and put it in his pocket, then turned around, his face composed. "Let it breathe."
Hearing his stubborn reply, Wen Xue broke down in laughter.
After laughing enough, she nodded seriously, "Get some fresh air, isn't it stuffy at home? Get in the car, I'll take you for a drive."
It had little to do with the business card; He Yan had been feeling really bored these past few days, having been transferred from the hospital to home.
He used to be a restless person, used to traveling all over the country in his early years. Suddenly having nothing to do, he felt something was wrong.
If Wen Xue hadn't been there to supervise him, and if he were still alone, he wouldn't have listened to the doctor or Lao Wu. At most, he would have been discharged from the hospital, rested for a day or two, and then thrown himself back into his work.
"Um."
He nodded, got into the car, and sat in the passenger seat.
Wen Xue didn't go to the driver's seat immediately. She stood by the car, smiling at him, and leaned closer to him. Soft strands of hair fell from her shoulders, and her unique, serene aura enveloped him. He looked away, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
It's already bad enough that she found out about this.
Not to mention being caught red-handed by her.
He was destined to be inferior to her for the rest of his life.
Before experiencing love, He Yan had a deep disdain for people who, when in a relationship, did nothing but be suspicious and paranoid. He didn't consider himself narrow-minded; there were plenty of people who liked Wen Xue. She could even get hit on when she went out of the neighborhood to buy a few pieces of ginger. If he really wanted to be bothered by it, he wouldn't have time to do anything productive all day.
Lin Baizhou is very special.
It was so special that he couldn't help but care.
"You're not wearing your seatbelt, that's dangerous." Wen Xue glanced at him and reached out to help him fasten his seatbelt.
"Um."
Wen Xue smiled, straightened up, closed the car door, walked around to the other side and got in. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anything is fine."
He Yan said stiffly.
"Then let's just wander around."
"It's your decision."
Wen Xue started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the parking space and out of the residential area. There were far fewer cars on the street at around 10 p.m. The two did not speak. She turned on the radio, and her clear female voice echoed in the car.
Before we knew it, the car had arrived near Xida University.
During the day, parking spaces on the roadside depend entirely on luck, but they become much emptier at night. Wen Xue pulled over and turned to look at He Yan: "Shall we go for a walk?"
He Yan naturally had no objections.
He would agree to anything she asked, even if it meant going through fire and water.
The two got out of the car, and some shops along the street were already closed. It was too hot, and Wen Xue hadn't intended to link arms with him, but as he walked beside her, he seemed to reflexively raise his hand, gesturing for her to link arms or hold his hand.
She smiled and intertwined her fingers with his.
He Yan's furrowed brows relaxed.
After walking for a while, he belatedly realized that it seemed somewhat familiar.
After thinking it over, he remembered that this was the night he was reborn and came back to find her. They had come out of school, passed through the snack street, and walked to the hot pot restaurant.
She led him through it all again.
Do you remember?
Wen Xue stopped, turned to him, and asked with a smile.
Her eyes were bright, like stars.
He Yan's throat tightened, but his tone remained calm: "What?"
Tonight is different from that night. This road is quiet now, whereas it was bustling back then. Along the way, they went from strangers to inseparable. If he still doesn't understand her heart, if he is still uneasy, it doesn't matter. She is willing to tell him again and again.
"nothing."
She took a half step forward, pressed herself against his body, and hugged him. "I just wanted to tell you that I was so happy, so incredibly happy, when you came to see me that night."
I'm so happy that you've come into my life.
I'm so happy that you've become such an important person in my life.
He Yan froze upon hearing this, silently tightening his arms around her.
a long time.
He whispered in her ear, "So did you run into him today?"
Wen Xue was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly after regaining her senses, "Who?"
"..."
"I ran into him and bought him coffee." She sniffed it. "What does it smell like? It's so sour."
He Yan raised his hand and ruffled her hair, then closed his eyes contentedly. "Bear with it."
He wasn't a petty person. He admitted he was in the wrong for throwing away her business card twice without her knowledge, but he would still do it again if it happened again.
When people have selfish motives, they are no longer upright and honest.
His only selfish desire was for her.
"I won't hide it from you," she said. "And you shouldn't hide it from me either, okay?"
He Yan gave a low "hmm" in agreement.
But he sincerely hopes that such a thing will never happen again. Even the most open-minded person can't laugh when their girlfriend is someone they thought was their lover from a past life.
"Why are you sighing?" she asked, pulling away from his embrace.
"I'm laughing."
Wen Xue stared at him, a smile appearing in her eyes, before he pulled her into his arms again.
The two embraced in the moonlight.
-
Another week has passed.
Wen Xue drove He Yan to the hospital for a follow-up examination. After the test results came out, he was recovering quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief after the doctor told him that he could go back to work normally. He felt like he would become useless if he continued to rest at home like this.
However, he soon remembered another important matter.
He's fully recovered and can go back to work. Should she move out?
Immediately, his mood also became somewhat gloomy.
It was fine before they lived together, but after living together for a while, he got used to her presence in the house at all times, and he got used to her good morning kiss and good night kiss every day... Fortunately, they lived in the same neighborhood, so it wasn't difficult for them to see each other.
The two went home.
He had stitches removed from his right arm, and the doctor said the incision was very deep and would definitely leave a scar.
He Yan didn't care at all.
Wen Xue felt very sorry for him. Every day when she applied medicine to him, she would remain silent for a while after her cool fingertips touched him.
Today was no exception. He Yan took off his shirt and sat sideways on the sofa. Wen Xue stood, her gaze lowered, lingering on his broad shoulders and back, then sweeping over his arms and shoulders as if they were real. Suddenly, she touched the scar on his left shoulder, and he subconsciously tensed his muscles.
Gradually, applying medicine became a test for him.
He had to spare both his attention to comfort her and to calm the restless heat in the places she had touched.
I feel terrible.
He looked away, thankfully she was standing behind him and couldn't see his disheveled expression.
Wen Xue sighed almost inaudibly. He Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand with his right hand. With a little force, he changed the angle and simply pulled her onto his lap. Their eyes met, and he gently kissed her cheek. "It's no big deal."
Of course, he says that, but if she sees his scars and doesn't feel any pain or distress, he'll be the first to panic.
“It’s a big deal,” she emphasized, head bowed and sullen.
He Yan put his arm around her waist, their foreheads touched, and he laughed happily.
He was glad that she cared about him.
“You’re still laughing,” she said.
"I can't cry."
She chuckled, and he coaxed her back to peace.
However, He Yan still kept this matter in his heart. That night, he tossed and turned on the bed in the second bedroom, his mind filled with the image of her with her downcast eyes and sadness. He couldn't shake the image of her. He really didn't care whether he had scars or how many he had, since no one would see them anyway.
But now she will watch, she will watch for many years, she will watch for a lifetime.
Shouldn't we think of a solution?
That way she won't have to see it every day and be sad every day.
A thought flashed through his mind. Unable to sleep, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and sent a message to her, who was sitting next to him on the other side of the wall: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Wen Xue wasn't asleep either; she was reading with the light on.
She had just turned a page when her phone vibrated. Picking it up, she almost laughed. They'd exchanged so much before saying goodnight, and now they were in the same room and still texting each other. Thinking this, she quickly replied: "No plans, what's up?"
He Yan: [Come with me somewhere]
She was just about to type.
He Yan: [Don't ask for now, you'll find out when we get there tomorrow.]
Wen Xue: [No proposing! [spinning around]]
Her life experience and financial situation were not yet at a level suitable for marriage. His mysterious nature made it hard for her not to think about it.
Therefore, she had to emphasize to him that she was not ready.
As for when she'll be ready? She doesn't know, but definitely not now.
He Yan: [...]
He was speechless, and even more helpless.
He admitted that he really wanted to propose and get married, especially after living together, but he had to suppress the thought.
Because before becoming her boyfriend, he had been her older brother for a long time. If he were her older brother, he wouldn't have approved of her marrying a man right after graduating from university, even if she really liked that man.
It makes no sense that he disapproved of something when he was her older brother, but changed his attitude after she became his boyfriend.
He patiently typed: "Don't worry, I know you're not ready, I won't ask."
Wenxue: [ok]
She learned from him.
He Yan: 【^^】
He followed her example.
As soon as he sent the message, he could clearly hear her laughing loudly in the master bedroom.
…
The following morning.
He Yan insisted on driving, wanting to touch the steering wheel, so Wen Xue had no choice but to nod in agreement. She sat anxiously in the passenger seat, constantly observing his expression, as if afraid that he might be feeling unwell.
He raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'm all better now, don't worry unnecessarily."
Wen Xue hesitated before saying, "You haven't driven for almost a month, be careful. There are a lot of cars on the road at this time, so be careful and don't try to take the lane from others. It would be bad if the car got scratched."
He Yan remained silent.
So she was worried that he had scratched her car.
Without a doubt, this car is Wen Xue's treasure. She has driven it for two years and still cherishes it, washing it every few days and keeping it clean inside and out.
A car, a dog—they're all her treasures.
However, the car was a gift from him, and the dog was a gift from her.
His expression softened slightly. "Don't worry, when I got my driver's license, you were still in junior high school."
Wen Xue paused for a few seconds, then said, "Really?"
He Yan then realized that what he said was wrong. He was definitely not "old" at his age, and he wasn't much older than her, but it sounded strange.
It seems like he and she are not of the same generation.
I mean I'm 18, and you're 13.
"..."
Wen Xue turned her head to look out the window, afraid that her loud laughter would offend him.
He Yan drove without telling her the destination. After the car was parked, he led her towards a row of shops. She looked up and glanced at the signs, still a little confused. There were all kinds of shops here. Where was he going?
"Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"there."
He Yan raised his chin, and she followed his gaze. She froze for a few seconds, thinking she was seeing things, then widened her eyes in surprise and exclaimed, "A tattoo? Who? Me? I don't want one!"
"It's not you."
He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Me."
"What?"
Wen Xue was completely bewildered and was led into the tattoo shop by him without her noticing.
The boss was sitting on a high stool drinking water. When he saw them come in, his gaze lingered on Wen Xue's face for a few seconds. He almost choked on his water and coughed violently a few times, his face turning red. After his breathing calmed down, he looked at He Yan and said, "Rare guests. When I received your call yesterday, I thought you had dialed the wrong number."
He Yan neither confirmed nor denied it, but took the initiative to introduce Yuan Jin to Wen Xue, saying, "Yuan Jin is my friend."
Then he looked at Yuan Jin and said, "This is my girlfriend."
Yuan Jin was dumbfounded. After a long while, he gave a thumbs up, saying that everything was clear without him saying a word: his buddy had actually gotten into a relationship and found a girlfriend without making a sound.
Half an hour later.
Wen Xue sat to one side, with a soft drink given to her by Yuan Jin in her left hand and a yellow peach given to her by one of the women in his shop in her right.
Yuan Jin and He Yan were discussing the tattoo.
"Have you thought it through? You really want a tattoo?"
"Sure."
"Okay, what kind of tattoo?"
Yuan Jin was so jealous of him. Bringing his girlfriend to get a tattoo, whatever she gets must be related to her.
I never realized before, but this guy can be quite cheesy when he's in a relationship.
He Yan paused, turned his gaze to Wen Xue, and met her eyes.
She quickly stood up.
"What kind of tattoo?" he asked.
"ah?"
Even now, Wen Xue still thought he was joking. She shook her head, looking puzzled, and hadn't realized what he meant.
He Yan smiled and said, "Then I'll make the decision myself?"
He was speaking to Boss Yuan, but his eyes were fixed intently on her. "Just get a little snowman tattoo, enough to cover the scar on my left shoulder."
He wanted her to know.
As long as she's on top, the scar doesn't hurt at all.
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