"What's wrong with you?" Wen Jie noticed that her expression was off. He was about to start the car, but then stopped and stared at her with a worried look on his face.
Is the seat uncomfortable?
Not enough space?
Maybe my car isn't good enough...
Indeed, You Huan is never short of suitors, nor is she short of wealthy young men who spend lavishly on her.
Wen Jie lowered his eyes slightly, and that feeling of inferiority welled up in his heart again.
In that instant, he suddenly noticed that she wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
A thought suddenly struck him: Could this be the problem?
So he suddenly bent down and reached out to grab the seatbelt on You Huan's side.
You Huan was startled, and then her heart began to pound.
The moment Wen Jie leaned over, she smelled the fresh lavender scent on him, and his white shirt was tinged with a light red by the setting sun.
After he fastened her seatbelt, he looked up and smiled at her. You Huan felt that even if she broke her leg today, it would be worth it!
"Okay...okay." Wen Jie quickly sat up, not daring to look her in the eye, and stammered, "My car...isn't very high-end, the seatbelt doesn't fasten automatically..."
"Huh?" You Huan was taken aback.
To this day, she seems to have never heard of any luxury car having an automatic seatbelt function.
Wen Jie realized he had misspoke and immediately frantically started the engine. You Huan blushed and smiled with her eyes lowered.
She looked at the interior of the car as she drove.
The understated black color and flowing lines exude a noble and sophisticated air.
On the passenger side, there didn't seem to be anything for women... She quietly opened the front glove compartment, glanced at the armrest box, and then quietly pulled down the sun visor...
There were no lipsticks or perfumes as she had imagined.
You Huan's heart skipped a beat. In her mind, once a girl had a boyfriend, wouldn't she turn the passenger seat into her own private space?
Could it be... that his girlfriend has never sat here before?
"Are you looking for something?" Wen Jie asked softly.
You Huan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly waved her hand, "I didn't look for my lipstick!"
"What?"
You Huan bit her lip, wishing she could swallow back the words she had just said.
"Uh, you..." Wen Jie chuckled, "How did you know I had lipstick here?"
"ah?"
Wen Jie slowly parked the car on the side of the road, took out a lipstick from his suit pocket, and it was a limited edition from a major international brand.
He gently placed it in You Huan's palm, then immediately turned his face away, pretending to be deep in thought, and said, "This...you can use this for now."
You Huan was taken aback. "How do you have something like this?"
"Ah...yes! Haha..." Wen Jie laughed awkwardly, "This isn't actually mine! The distributor for this brand in Yangcheng was involved in a lawsuit recently, and I helped him win, so he gave me their brand's latest product! This...this was a gift, a gift!"
You Huan stared blankly at him, at the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
Did he really not know that this was a lie riddled with holes?
Which distributor is so clueless about social etiquette that they only gave him a lipstick after winning the lawsuit?
And this shade... is 520.
It's a limited edition 520 from this brand, and many female celebrities want it.
You Huan lowered her head, secretly glancing at his handsome profile out of the corner of her eye, smiled slightly, and then put the lipstick into her pocket.
"Oh, right, I see you hurt your foot, let me take you to the hospital first!"
"It's okay, I'm not in pain!" You Huan answered quickly.
However, with the slightest movement, a piercing pain shot through her ankle, and no matter how well she managed to control her facial expressions, she couldn't help but grimace.
When Wen Jie laughed, he didn't find her grinning face unseemly at all; on the contrary, he found it exceptionally cute.
"You can't delay with this kind of sprain; you must go to the hospital right away." His tone was gentle, but his words carried an undeniable authority. "Listen to me, I'll go with you!"
You Huan nodded, smiled sweetly, and leaned back comfortably in her chair.
My whole heart felt as sweet as if it had been filled with honey.
*
Later that evening, Lin Yuqing returned home and saw Aunt Su looking preoccupied as soon as she entered.
"What happened?" Lin Yuqing's heart skipped a beat. "Is it Xiaoyouzi?"
Aunt Su looked at her and nodded hesitantly.
"Miss, I don't know where you heard it, but Mrs. Jiang has cancer, she..."
Lin Yuqing's expression changed, and she was about to run upstairs when Aunt Su stopped her.
"Madam, is that really true?"
Lin Yuqing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Yes."
"I think this matter... is a bit difficult to handle." Aunt Su frowned. "After Miss came back, she didn't cry or make a fuss. She just shut herself in her room and didn't even come out for dinner! Madam, she wouldn't... blame you, would she?"
Lin Yuqing felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if an invisible hand had hollowed her out completely.
She brought dinner to Jiang Mianmian's room, hesitated for a few minutes, and then gently knocked on the door.
To her surprise, Jiang Mianmian opened the door quickly, and her mood was surprisingly calm.
Lin Yuqing's bad premonition grew stronger and stronger.
She thought pessimistically that this was probably the calm before the storm.
She took a deep breath, about to say something, when she heard her daughter's soft, sweet voice call out to her, "Mom."
"I was just about to go downstairs to get something to eat, why did you bring it up to me?"
Lin Yuqing was stunned.
Jiang Mianmian smiled at her, took the plate from her hand, and naturally took her arm as they entered the room.
Lin Yuqing's heart was pounding. Although Jiang Mianmian tried her best to appear calm, she could tell that her daughter was not in a good mood.
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