Chapter 98. "My girlfriend."...
Zhou Xian understood the double meaning in Wen Xue's words, and he slowly suppressed the smile on his face.
If it were anyone else, he would just think that person was tactless.
Strangely enough, when she looked at him calmly and clearly, without flinching or showing any fear, the fire that had been burning in his heart was instantly extinguished.
It's nothing.
He thought to himself that at least what she told him was probably the truth.
The truth is never pleasant to hear.
"Is there anything else?" Wen Xue only wanted to refuse him and didn't want to anger him. Although the two things were often closely related, it didn't mean that she could pretend to be nice to him in order not to anger him.
Zhou Xian stared at her for a moment, then said, "It's alright."
"Then my friend and I will go upstairs first."
He smiled and nodded. Wen Xue had been misled by his appearance before. Just looking at his face and his sunny, cheerful smile, she would never have associated him with Zhou Zhan's ruthless younger brother.
But things are different now; she keenly sensed the change in his attitude.
He seemed to reject her polite refusal.
Even though he acted very politely, it was obvious to everyone that he didn't listen, didn't take it seriously, and didn't accept it.
Wen Xue pulled Yang Siyi and tried to calmly walk into the apartment building.
Even Zhou Xian didn't notice that she was nervous.
Yang Siyi looked at Wen Xue's profile with concern. Only she knew that Wen Xue's hands were cold at that moment.
Zhou Xian's face darkened as he watched Wen Xue disappear from sight. He turned around, got into his car, and drove away expressionlessly. It wasn't that he would lose control over such a small matter, but he was genuinely unhappy. Things hadn't been going well for him lately, and he had a feeling that things were spiraling out of control.
The car stopped in an old courtyard house.
Zhou Xian, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, opened them, pushed open the car door, and once again wore a cynical smile.
Walking through the vegetable garden, the television inside the house was blaring. Luckily, it was a detached house with its own yard; otherwise, at that volume, the neighbors would have complained sooner or later. Zhou Xian was changing his shoes at the door when Aunt Zhang, the nanny from his maternal grandfather's house, heard the noise and came over to ask him, "Would you like some watermelon? I'll cut you a few slices."
"No, thank you."
With the screen obscuring the view, Zhou Xian could vaguely see the silhouette of his grandfather sitting in a recliner. He asked Aunt Zhang, "How is Grandpa's appetite today?"
Aunt Zhang answered truthfully, "The same as a few days ago."
Mr. Cheng is already quite old, and he also suffered a serious illness at the beginning of this year. He is in low spirits and it is hard to say whether he can make it through the year.
Zhou Xian frowned.
He took two steps inside, then remembered something, turned back, and casually handed over the pink diamond from his pocket, "Aunt Zhang, this thing is alright, you can take it."
Aunt Zhang, who has presbyopia, didn't see it clearly at first. She was shocked when she received it and quickly returned it to him.
If it were someone else's house, she might have thought it was made of glass or plastic.
But since the person who brought this out was Zhou Xian, it must be a real diamond.
"This is absolutely unacceptable!" Aunt Zhang was nearly scared out of her wits.
Zhou Xian chuckled: "Not good-looking?"
Aunt Zhang glanced at it, her lips trembling slightly.
"It's beautiful, of course it's beautiful. Who would dare to accept it? You'd better keep it safe, or you'll lose it."
Zhou Xian pondered for a moment: "Then what kind of gift would they accept?"
His tone suggested he was humbly seeking advice.
Aunt Zhang's rapid breathing calmed down. Upon hearing this, she realized something was amiss. Looking inside, she saw that the old man had also noticed. He stopped rocking in his recliner and started eavesdropping on the sounds coming from their side.
She looked at Zhou Xian with surprise.
I told you, how could a young man in his twenties not want to be in a relationship? Saying he's not interested just means he hasn't met someone he is interested in.
"These days, young girls all like to drink milk tea and coffee?" Aunt Zhang offered him suggestions enthusiastically. "How about small cakes and chicken drumsticks?"
In the end, it's all just cheap food.
Zhou Xian said cryptically, "This is really troublesome."
Aunt Zhang was speechless.
Is this considered troublesome?
Old Cheng, who was watching the evening news in the living room, snorted heavily.
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Wen Xue was hanging clothes to dry on the balcony, lost in thought. It was pitch black outside. Her phone, which was on the washing machine, vibrated. It was a message from He Yan. She dried her hands and replied: 【We're back. We're going to chat for a bit and then go to sleep^^】
He Yan's message carried a hint of resentment: "I also want to talk to you."
I never realized he was so clingy before.
Wen Xue smiled. They had spoken on the phone during their lunch break.
She patiently typed: 【We both have to get up early for work tomorrow [hugs]】
Perhaps the hug comforted him, because this time he responded readily: "Go to sleep."
Aren't you going to tell him about this?
"I asked, lying in bed with a face mask on."
She had just secretly checked the price of pink diamonds, and what she found shocked her. Many people had pursued Wen Xue in the past, but she had never seen anyone this wealthy.
“He knows.”
Wen Xue lay down as well, closing her eyes. "They've met before."
Si Yi chuckled, "That's so exciting."
Wen Xue chuckled, her tense mood soothed by her words, "He's away on a business trip. If he knew Zhou Xian was coming to see me, he would immediately take the last flight back."
But if it made sense, He Yan wouldn't go to such lengths to help Zhou Zhan.
Every word he uttered during their argument was from the bottom of his heart.
She asked him how long he would have to wait.
He said he would wait for Zhou Zhan to win.
"Sigh." Si Yi removed her face mask, sighed, and asked quietly, "What about that Zhou Xian..."
Wen Xue smiled bitterly.
Siyi asked this question because she didn't know what was going on.
“No, that’s impossible,” she replied.
She could never possibly feel a shred of affection for Zhou Xian in her entire life. She knew perfectly well who had caused the injury to He Yan's left shoulder. Even if she had no romantic feelings for He Yan, and no one else was on her mind, she would never like Zhou Xian.
He Yan was too important to her, so important that no matter who hurt him, whether directly or indirectly, she would hate that person.
Si Yi paused for a few seconds, then burst into laughter, "He's so lucky."
"I'm just lucky," Wen Xue said softly.
The two didn't mention the day's events again, but whispered about other things. Before long, Siyi fell asleep. Wenxue turned her head to look at her, quietly moved closer, and listened to her friend's even breathing. She also slowly closed her eyes.
The next morning, Wenxue had no classes, so she got up early, drove Siyi to work, and then went to the vicinity of Xida University to take Shitou out for a stroll.
As they walked, the dog got thirsty, so she squatted down and gave it water.
As she got up again, she noticed the rockery decorations in front of the teahouse. After a moment's thought, she took the stone a few steps forward and stopped. It wasn't open yet, so the door was locked. She looked inside through the glass window.
This place is no different from other tea-drinking spots.
but……
Several cans of tea were displayed on a shelf to the side, with the character "锦" (jin) on the tea boxes.
A thought crossed her mind, and she looked up to see a sign hanging on the door.
Jinyuan.
Could it be a coincidence?
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A few days later, He Yan was eager to return to Xicheng. He parked his car in the airport parking lot and didn't ask Wen Xue to pick him up.
On his way back to his apartment complex from the airport, he looked up and saw the lights on in his home, casting a soft glow. His spirits lifted, and he walked quickly inside, even complaining that the elevator was moving too slowly.
Wenxue was rinsing rice at the kitchen sink.
The rushing water couldn't drown out the sound of the key opening the door. The person at the door, unusually childish, moved quietly, but he couldn't hide the fact that there was a whistleblower in the house. Stone, who was lazily dozing on the floor, was watching him intently, its paws scratching the ground with a soft rustling sound. It was extremely happy.
She smiled briefly, then quickly composed herself, deciding to play along with his "surprise."
He Yan leaned against the door, quietly watching her.
This feeling is so wonderful that I wouldn't want to let go even after having it for a second.
He walked behind her, embraced her, leaned down, rested his head on her shoulder, and whispered, "What are you doing?"
“Porridge…” Wen Xue was already used to his embrace, but his breath on her neck still tickled her. She smiled and tried to get away, but he wouldn’t let her. “I was thinking, should I put some mung beans in?”
"casual."
Wen Xue sighed helplessly, "I knew you'd say that."
When she was unsure about many things, asking him rarely yielded an answer.
For example, when they go to the supermarket and she's unsure whether to buy blueberry or strawberry yogurt, she asks him, and he just says, "Whatever."
When she looks at him with slight annoyance, he will change his mind and say, "Buy them all."
"Let's just put it down." She muttered to herself, wanting to step back a few steps to get the mung beans, but the person holding her wouldn't let go. In order to scare her, when she opened the cupboard and was about to stand on tiptoe to get the mung beans, he grabbed her waist without warning and lifted her up.
"ah--"
She was both angry and wanted to laugh.
"Is it high enough?" he asked deliberately.
After asking the question, he simply used his strength and, amidst her gasp, made her sit on his shoulders.
Hearing Wenxue's call, Shitou ran over and stopped at the kitchen door. He didn't understand what they were doing and just stared at them.
After playing around for a while, He Yan finally took pity on her and put her down, smoothing her hair and chuckling, "Such a timid person."
"Annoying!" Wen Xue said, her breath ragged. She glared at him, her eyes offering no real threat. "Get lost!"
…
He Yan was away on a business trip for a few days, which also meant he spent those few days socializing.
No matter how lavish the dinner party, nothing beats the comfort of this simple meal of porridge and side dishes. Wen Xue was worried that he was too tired from his business trip and didn't want him to drive her, but He Yan was very insistent on some things, so they compromised and she drove.
After parking the car downstairs at the apartment building, he wouldn't let her leave.
The two could only sit in the car to kill time.
"There's something..." Wen Xue tried to pull her hand away from his grip, but he held it too tightly, so she gave up. She sat down sideways and talked to him about the important matter, "Have I told you before that I gave directions to Zhou Xian when I ran into him?"
He Yan looked up at her when she mentioned Zhou Xian, "What?"
Whenever he thought of these things, an inexplicable anger would burn within him, making him irritable.
There seems to be some kind of pattern in the universe. He was reborn and returned to the past, wanting to change her fate. However, in this life, she tutored Lin Baizhou's sister in order to buy him a birthday present, and the two met more than a year earlier.
Even the fact that she met Zhou Xian several years earlier was because of him.
She wanted to buy some things for his empty house, so she went to the supermarket and ran into Zhou Xian.
In addition, stones were also one of his main gifts.
She ran into Zhou Xian again while walking her dog, and even when they met on the plane, it was because she was flying to Huacheng to find him.
Wen Xue lowered her eyes, and she noticed that when she brought up this matter, he gripped her even tighter.
“I had completely forgotten,” she said. “A few days ago, I took Shitou out to play, and we passed by a teahouse called Jinyuan. Suddenly, I remembered that he had asked me how to get to Jinyuan.”
He Yan frowned, and his expression became serious.
He pondered for a moment, then without further hesitation, picked up his phone from the armrest box and, without even checking the time in the US, dialed Zhou Zhan's number.
Wen Xue was stunned; it seemed he also felt something was wrong.
Zhou Xian might be wary of others, but he wouldn't be wary of a complete stranger on the street.
Moreover, if Wen Xue hadn't seen that can of tea in He Yan's office, and if the tea hadn't been a gift from Zhou Zhan, she wouldn't have thought much of it.
"How about I go up first?"
She knew He Yan wanted to talk to Zhou Zhan about serious business, and tried to break free from his grasp to get out of the car.
He Yan wouldn't let it go: "I'm on the phone with other people, there's nothing you can't listen to."
Before I could finish speaking, the call was answered.
Zhou Zhan had just gotten up, but he perked up when he heard this: "Who are you talking to?"
There's nothing I can't listen to...
Inside the train carriage, He Yan looked at Wen Xue and said to Zhou Zhan on the other end of the phone, "My girlfriend."
Wen Xue's breath hitched.
Even with the air vent blowing directly at me, it still feels a bit hot.
No wonder my phone received a high-temperature warning text message; it's incredibly hot in Xicheng today.
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