Chapter 103. He wanted to possess her, one…
Wang Yuan followed He Yan towards the guesthouse, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
He was shocked, and had many questions, such as when Wen Xue broke up with her previous boyfriend, and when Yan Ge won her over. Of course, all his confusion was nothing compared to his desire to shout to the heavens, "Yan Ge has ruined me!"
If he had known Wen Xue was single, he would have...
Is there still a chance?
Before Wang Yuan could even sigh, when they were still a few steps away from the guesthouse, He Yan, who was walking ahead, slowed down as if waiting for him, and said in a flat voice, "I'll say it again, don't even think about it."
I told Wang Yuan not to think about it before, it was for his own good.
The message to Wang Yuan to stop thinking about it carries a warning.
"Brother, I understand."
He Yan softened his tone: "Besides this, is there anything else you want to talk to me about? If you've thought it through, just say it."
Wang Yuan shook his head: "That's all."
"Aren't you planning to buy a house? You don't lack money?"
Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then deeply moved. He hadn't expected that Yan Ge would take his casual remark in the office a while back to heart. He had considered asking Yan Ge for money, but after thinking about it for several nights, he still didn't ask. He had his reasons: Yan Ge's trading company was just starting out, and the cash flow couldn't be interrupted. He didn't want to cause trouble at this time.
“I don’t need it!” he shouted. “I’ll find a way to scrape together the down payment and then go back home to look at apartments during the Chinese New Year.”
He Yan glanced at him, thinking, "How come he's different from the one in my previous life?"
However, he didn't dwell on it, but simply whispered, "Remember to tell me if you need money; buying a house is a big deal for you."
Wang Yuan nodded vigorously.
Just then, lively laughter echoed from the guesthouse. He Yan's brow relaxed, and he stepped inside. A little while later, taking advantage of the good weather, everyone pushed several tables together and sat down to eat in the courtyard.
Wang Yuan sat a little further away, and couldn't help but observe Wen Xue and He Yan.
The two of them sat together. He Yan put on disposable gloves and helped Wen Xue peel shrimp. She ladled a bowl of soup and placed it beside her, but probably thought it was too hot and didn't drink it. He calmly picked it up, took a sip, and whispered something in her ear.
Only then did she pick up the spoon and sip the soup.
Wang Yuan glanced at the others at the table. It seemed that none of them had noticed that Yan Ge and Wen Xue's relationship was a bit strange. Could it be that he was the only one who knew that the two of them were dating?
He was looking on thoughtfully when, without noticing, his gaze met Wan Nian's.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, then felt a little awkward.
After dinner, everyone divided the tasks clearly. Wang Yuan and Wan Nian went to throw away the kitchen trash. As dusk fell, Wang Yuan broke the silence and said with a dry laugh, "You also noticed that Brother Yan and Wen Xue are together, huh? Hahahaha."
"What?!" Wan Nian was dumbfounded.
“Brother Yan said it himself,” Wang Yuan whispered.
The pupil of the eye experienced an earthquake that lasted for ten thousand years, leaving everyone speechless.
The two of them were stunned by the news and walked for a long, long time with the trash. If Nana hadn't called to ask if Wan Nian had gone to outer space to throw away trash, they probably would have continued walking for miles with their heads down.
Everyone was exhausted after playing outside all day and didn't have the energy to go out and play anymore.
After dinner, they watched an open-air movie in the courtyard and then went back to their rooms to sleep. Nana's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and just as she was about to fall asleep, Wan Nian next to her seemed to be frying a fish, turning it over and over. She couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him.
Wan Nian sat up and asked her, "Wen Xue and Brother Yan..."
Nana was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open: "Oh."
"But..." He was extremely conflicted. If he hadn't witnessed that scene on the plane, he wouldn't have believed what Wang Yuan said.
"Are you sick?" Nana opened her eyes and scolded, "It's between two people, what business is it of yours to interfere? Why are you meddling so much? Do you want to sleep or not? If you don't want to sleep, get out and don't bother me!"
Wan Nian immediately fell silent, obediently lay down, and remained stiff on the bed for a long time before whispering, "As long as Brother Yan is happy."
Nana gave a soft "hmm".
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Hwaseong.
After finishing a long day of work, Zhou Xian returned home to find an "uninvited guest" waiting for him.
Butler Li took the watch from him and said, "Madam arrived this afternoon and has been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhou Xian pinched the bridge of his nose and walked in somewhat impatiently. There was a person sitting on the balcony, drinking, making a crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the glass. He walked over, not asking what his mother was doing there, and sat down a little distance away to enjoy the breeze.
"Your dad went to America to see his beloved granddaughter. Could you come home with your mom for a few days during this time?" Cheng Jun asked.
"You can go to America too."
Zhou Xian knew she had another purpose for coming here, but he didn't bother to expose her.
She was probably the happiest person the old man had been in America.
Cheng Jun's expression stiffened slightly. He took a sip of wine and changed the subject: "Who is the girl in your profile picture? Why don't you tell your family you're dating? Your dad hasn't been paying attention to you lately. If he finds out, he'll definitely ask you."
"Who said we talked?"
Zhou Xian turned on his phone; she hadn't accepted his request yet.
There's only one possibility: she doesn't know what happened. In fact, he didn't want to take this step either; it's all her ungrateful boyfriend's fault for courting disaster.
"Didn't you mention using someone else's photo as your profile picture?" Cheng Jun didn't believe it, but the photos were all just blurry images of backs, so she was more inclined to believe that her son just wanted to play around. After all, she had asked around privately but couldn't find out which family's daughter it was; she seemed to be just an ordinary family's daughter.
Thinking about this, she felt a mix of emotions. She hoped that her son would marry the rich girl she had arranged, but hearing his nonchalant words, she couldn't help but think that all men in the world were indeed the same.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Xian was also annoyed. He put away his phone and asked with a frown.
Cheng Jun had no choice but to suppress her dissatisfaction and said softly, "It's a good thing that you want to have a serious relationship. Once the relationship is stable, bring it home to meet me and your father. If it's not serious, break it up as soon as possible." At this point, she couldn't help but complain, "Can't you be like your older brother, have a proper relationship, date steadily for a few years, and then get married and have children?"
She had met the ex-wife, Mrs. Zhou, who was a very well-mannered woman.
Unfortunately, he died young, perishing in a plane crash, leaving no trace of his remains.
Zhou Zhan is truly a good person—good-tempered and kind-hearted. Aside from his appearance, you can't see any resemblance to Zhou Yunshan; he's more like his mother. His current wife is his first love from university, and the two have stayed together until now, finally getting married.
Zhou Xian was already annoyed, and these words only fueled his anger: "Will this ever end?"
He stood up and looked at Cheng Jun expressionlessly. In the eye contact between mother and son, he had already won since he came of age.
Cheng Jun awkwardly looked away, only to hear him calmly say, "Mom, just mind your own business. Don't make me clean up your messes every other day, understand?"
After saying that, he turned and walked inside.
Cheng Jun was left sitting on the sofa, barely daring to breathe. After a long while, tears streamed down her face.
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Over the next few days of the holiday, the group had a great time. Wen Xue would occasionally drift off into thought, remembering the friend request she hadn't processed yet. Her gaze would fall on He Yan not far away. Although she didn't know much about his business, she could tell from his gloomy expression when he was on the phone that things weren't going well for him.
She could see how overwhelmed Wu Yuejiang was.
If Zhou Xian hadn't appeared, perhaps she wouldn't have thought much of it. Doing business is never smooth sailing; there will always be setbacks.
Before we knew it, it was the last day of this journey.
At night, the fairy lights in the courtyard twinkled, creating a hazy and dreamlike atmosphere. The temperature difference between day and night was significant here. Wen Xue pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and sat down to one side, resting her face in her hands as she watched Li Jingru mix drinks intently. Compared to last year, her skills had clearly improved considerably.
Looking into her clear eyes, Li Jingru shrugged and said, "Even if you're craving it, you have to resist. I wouldn't dare give it to you. Last year, Inspector Yan gave me a real dressing down."
Wen Xue nodded with a smile.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Then you mix a few drinks, and I'll take them upstairs and ask him, okay?"
Li Jingru gave her an OK sign and winked at her.
Half an hour later, Wen Xue knocked on He Yan's door and pulled him to the rooftop terrace for some alone time. It was very windy there, and apart from drying clothes, no one usually came up. She nestled comfortably in his arms, and could see the twinkling lights of the ancient town, which was absolutely beautiful.
"Aren't you cold?"
He held her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, and then adjusted her shawl, wrapping her up completely.
It is indeed a bit cold.
Wen Xue's face felt a little cold from the wind. She nodded her chin and looked at the glasses of wine on the table. "Drinking wine can warm you up."
"Was it arranged by Li Jingru?"
"……right."
He Yan sneered: "We haven't settled accounts with her for what happened last year."
"Hey," she protested, "Sister Jing was just being kind by letting me try it. What does that have to do with her? How can you blame her?"
"Then who's to blame?"
"It's my fault, okay?"
"no."
Wen Xue buried her head in his chest and chuckled softly. It was so good that they could talk about that matter openly, without pain, suspicion, or estrangement. "Then it's your fault."
He Yan kissed her hair. "Okay."
"Want some?" she asked again.
"I'll try." He hugged her, leaned over to reach the glass on the table, took a sip, and his face darkened again. "It's a bit too strong; you can't drink it."
Wen Xue responded with an "Oh," showing no disappointment.
She wouldn't let him know that she had deliberately asked Sister Jing to adjust it this way.
"Then you drink it," she said softly.
He Yan looked down at her without saying a word. The two stared at each other quietly for a while. Although he didn't know what she was up to, he still gave in and drank the wine.
Being someone's boyfriend isn't all that great. Before we were together, she felt sorry for him when he drank, and she would make him honey water and ask people to buy him hangover medicine. Now, she's complaining that he doesn't drink enough.
After a few drinks, he felt warm up.
He quickly figured out what she was planning to do.
“He Yan,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck, “when did you start liking me?”
He Yan smiled.
It turns out she wanted to hear his true feelings.
He tilted his head and gently kissed her cheek. "I don't know."
"..." Wen Xue's smile froze.
“The truth,” he said.
There was no specific day or event that triggered it; one day, a thought suddenly occurred to him: he wanted to have her, to have her forever.
"Oh," she replied indifferently.
"Are you angry?" He tightened his arms, holding her even closer.
"No."
She admitted it was only a little bit. But after thinking about it carefully, she realized she didn't really know when she started liking him. Her twenty-second birthday hadn't arrived yet, and she had once dreamed about the future, but with He Heng's death, those dreams seemed to have been cut off.
He Yan taught her how to ice skate.
It was his presence that rekindled her broken dreams.
She really didn't want to lose him.
“Ask something else.” He Yan observed her expression and felt relieved after confirming that she wasn’t angry.
"Should I ask?" Wen Xue hesitated.
Seeing her expression, He Yan was unsure if he could answer her question. Sensing something was wrong, he deliberately changed the subject, "Are you asking for my card PIN? All the card PINs have been changed to your birthday."
Wen Xue smiled and said, "Who wants to ask you for the password?"
I thought you wanted to know.
That's not what I want to know.
"Oh right, I heard from Lao Wu that you have to hand over your salary card after you start dating. I'll give it to you later."
He Yan changed the subject.
Wen Xue knew he was changing the subject.
They were both very careful. She knew that everything he did was for her own good, but it couldn't be like this, it couldn't be like this.
"What happened?" She stepped out of his embrace, staring intently at him, and asked.
These few drinks meant nothing to He Yan, but being stared at by her made him feel a headache coming on from being drunk.
Wen Xue held his hand, gently stroking the faint scar on the back of his hand with her fingertips, and said slowly and deliberately, "He Yan, you can't always keep things from me, and I can't always tolerate your secrets. I understand the principle of 'three strikes and you should understand it too.'"
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