It's strange. She and Pei Jing haven't cooperated recently. What could Pei Jing talk to her about?
Seeing Wen Xiaoyi's hesitation, Pei Jing coughed guiltily, "I don't accept Lu Zhining as my aunt, but I won't ruin her relationship with my uncle."
Did you ask her out because of Zhining?
Wen Xiaoyi agreed, "Give me an address."
Pei Jing sent the address of a bar.
Pei Jing loves to play, and when she was dating Zhi Ning, she often went to bars with her friends, so Lu Zhi Ning complained to her several times.
Unfortunately, both of them were in love at that time, and were willing to follow the other person no matter what.
After giving his grandmother a few words of advice, Wen Xiaoyi put on his coat and went out, only to find that snowflakes had begun to fall from the sky.
The snow came really late this year.
It was Chinese New Year, and there were not many customers in the bar. There were only a few patrons in the dance floor in the hall, and the waiters were lying on the counter, staring blankly in boredom.
"Miss Wen, this way please."
Pei Jing poked his head out from the second-floor fence and waved at her.
For some reason, Wen Xiaoyi felt that there was something cunning about his expression.
As soon as he went upstairs, Pei Jing diligently pushed open the door of the private room next to him, his tone a little helpless: "I really have no choice. He kept drinking and kept saying your name. I can't stop him. Miss Wen, I'll leave this to you. Even if he is my ex-husband, he is still my husband after all."
Wen Xiaoyi reacted, his eyes darkened and his tone was full of displeasure: "Is it Zhou Jisen in there?"
Pei Jing nodded. "I'm sorry, he drank a lot. I heard he's been drinking these past few days and hasn't been home. As a friend, I really can't stand it, so I can only try to get you out."
Wen Xiaoyi turned around and tried to leave, but Pei Jing quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Consider this a favor. Even if you don't have any feelings for him right now, please consider that he's our friend and Boss Lu Zhining's friend."
Wen Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment, and suddenly there was a sound of shattering glass in the box. Pei Jing hurried over to check, then shook his head helplessly at Wen Xiaoyi, "He's drunk again. Ji Sen has always been a very calm and self-controlled person. This is the first time I've seen him lose his composure."
Wen Xiaoyi's expression remained calm, and she was not at all disturbed by Pei Jing's words.
She walked over with a conflicted look on her face, and as soon as she reached the door, she saw Zhou Jisen, who looked very dejected, sitting on the sofa with a bottle of wine in his hand.
Suddenly, a hand pushed her from behind. Wen Xiaoyi stumbled into the house and turned around to see Pei Jing smiling at her. "Miss Wen, I'll leave this place to you."
He didn't want his good brother to be like him and completely lose the right to compete.
Zhou Jisen could clearly sense that he was not drunk, but why did he see Wen Xiaoyi?
His handsome brows were knitted together, and in front of Wen Xiaoyi's astonished gaze, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard. When he looked over again, she was still standing there looking down at him.
"So it wasn't an illusion." He murmured, tilting his head back to drink half a bottle of wine and raising his tipsy eyes again, "Are you here to laugh at me?"
I know that you can never hear a nice word from this person's mouth.
Wen Xiaoyi replied expressionlessly, "Pei Jing just asked me out."
"Oh, he likes to meddle in other people's business."
He sneered, then reached out to pick up the cigarette box on the corner of the table and took out a cigarette. He lit it in front of Wen Xiaoyi and leaned against the back of the soft sofa, smoking slowly.
The man was wearing suit pants and a white shirt, his tie hanging crookedly on his slender neck, and one of his long legs was bent, which made him look even more decadent.
Wen Xiaoyi pursed his lips, still too lazy to dissuade him and turned to leave. He said in a hoarse voice, "Do you hate me so much?"
Wen Xiaoyi was slightly stunned and shook her head, "Why should I hate you?"
Zhou Jisen put out his cigarette, "Then shall we remarry?"
What kind of train of thought is this? Wen Xiaoyi laughed angrily: "Boss Zhou, do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
"Didn't you say you don't hate me?"
"That doesn't mean I will remarry you, Mr. Zhou. I don't like you, and I don't think I would agree to spend my life with someone I don't like."
Her tone was serious, and her beautiful eyes looked into his, full of seriousness.
Zhou Jisen felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, causing him severe pain.
He suddenly started coughing violently, his face turning red. Wen Xiaoyi hesitated for half a second before unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and handing it to him. Zhou Jisen stretched out his hand and the mineral water fell to the ground. The sweet and clear water spilled all over the floor, and some of it splashed on the shoes of both of them.
Wen Xiaoyi frowned subconsciously, and his voice rang out again in her ears: "I don't need your help."
Too lazy to pay any more attention, she turned around to leave, but Zhou Jisen suddenly grabbed her wrist again.
Wen Xiaoyi turned around and met his scarlet eyes.
Those usually cold eyes were now filled with regret and loneliness. His voice was extremely hoarse, like a terminally ill patient who would exhaust all his strength to speak a single word: "Really, you are not moved at all?"
"What?"
Wen Xiaoyi didn't react for a moment. Zhou Jisen laughed at himself and said, "Ms. Wen, have you really never been moved by me? Not even a little bit?"
Wen Xiaoyi stood there for a long time, until the little light in his eyes completely dimmed, then he slowly said: "Zhou Jisen, to be honest, I really liked you in the past."
Zhou Jisen was stunned.
Wen Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the blockage in his heart that had been there for a long time had finally been cleared.
"Back in the restaurant, I was bullied and you helped me. At that time, I had just lost my parents, and you were like a ray of light that illuminated my dark life. After that, every time you came to the restaurant, I would take the initiative to serve food to your table."
Zhou Jisen clenched his fists unconsciously.
"You said my eyes were beautiful and resembled those of an old friend of yours. I didn't take it seriously at first, until I accidentally saw some groundless news about you and Yu Haohao online. I realized that Yu Haohao's eyes were very similar to mine."
Wen Xiaoyi paused at this point and said, "Perhaps, in your eyes, I am very similar to her. Zhou Jisen, do you think I am Yu Haohao's shadow? Actually, if you look closely, we are not alike. I am not her."
Zhou Jisen didn't say anything, but his expression became more solemn.
"I used to be so stubborn that I thought if I worked hard enough, I would be able to influence you one day. Unfortunately, reality is cruel. I was so wrong and overconfident."
Wen Xiaoyi felt her eyes a little sore, she reached out to rub them, only to find that she was actually crying.
She didn't take it seriously and continued, "Whether you believe it or not, I died because of you once, Zhou Jisen. What makes you think I would remarry a murderer who killed me and continue to spend the rest of my life with him?"
Zhou Jisen's shoulders sank, his head hung low, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, his whole body trembling slightly. After a long moment, he said tiredly, as if exhausted, "I'm sorry. Please go. I wish you happiness."
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