Chapter 149
The huge unwillingness and the unbearable itching and pain intertwined together, almost swallowing Liu Siyu.
She felt the muscles in her face twitching slightly uncontrollably.
No! Her character is the gentle and considerate Liu Siyu, the understanding Liu Siyu!
For Wen Yanxi, to complete the task, and for the reward, she must endure!
Liu Siyu suddenly lowered her head and bit her lower lip tightly. A strong taste of rust filled her mouth. She forced herself to take a few quick breaths. When she raised her head again, she had forced a weak smile on her face, the corners of her mouth pulled upward stiffly.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Dean Gao, and everyone else," Liu Siyu's voice was obviously trembling, "Maybe, maybe I was too upset, and in a hurry, I misunderstood Sister Shen. Let me think about it..."
Liu Siyu finished speaking with difficulty, not even daring to look at Chen Zhaoyue again, let alone the gazes around her. She turned around abruptly, almost stumbling out of this suffocating area, and fled towards the dormitory.
Behind him, Gao Wen's voice comforting Shen Zhaoyue could be heard faintly: "...Don't take it to heart, she's upset and confused."
And there was Chen Zhaoyue's usual response, with a hint of grievance: "...Well, I know, Dean Gao, I don't blame Nurse Liu."
The sound was like a poisoned needle, piercing Liu Siyu's eardrum.
Liu Siyu rushed into the dormitory, slammed the door shut, and leaned against the cold door, gasping heavily.
It's safe, safe for now.
But the itchiness and pain in the palm of my hand were infinitely magnified in this dead silence, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing me repeatedly.
Liu Siyu rushed to the basin, turned on the faucet, and the cold water flowed down. She pressed her hand under the water and rushed forward like a madman.
The cold water temporarily numbed the skin, but it could not extinguish the poisonous fire in the heart.
Shen Zhaoyue!
That innocent face flashed before her eyes repeatedly, tinged with the mockery of a victor. Liu Siyu stared at her still red, swollen, and itchy hands, her nails almost digging into her flesh again.
"System!" Liu Siyu screamed in her head, "Exchange! Exchange me for the special anti-allergy medicine immediately! Quick!"
[Ding! Detected a strong demand from the host.] This time, the system quickly replied to Liu Siyu, [Highly effective antihistamine and epidermal repair gel, points required: 10 points, confirm redemption?]
"Confirm! Confirm immediately!" Liu Siyu said without hesitation. She could earn more points, but she couldn't bear this anger and this piercing itch even for a second!
[Exchange successful. Item has been delivered to the host's personal storage compartment.]
As soon as the thought came to her mind, a small, unlabeled silver metal tube appeared in Liu Siyu's hand. She unscrewed the cap, revealing a translucent, pale green gel that exuded a strange, refreshing scent.
Liu Siyu couldn't wait to squeeze out a thick layer and smear it on her red, swollen, and itchy palms. An indescribable coolness instantly seeped in, like a timely rain extinguishing the flames burning under her skin. The insane itching and stinging began to subside almost immediately.
Liu Siyu let out a long, trembling breath, and slowly slid down to the cold concrete floor, leaning against the door panel.
"Chen Zhaoyue..." Liu Siyu's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be ground out from between her teeth. "You can be proud as much as you want! Wait... Just wait for me!"
She grinned with a determined smile: "When I completely conquer Wen Yanxi, I'll see if you can still smile! I want to see, when that day comes, who can still be deceived by your pitiful face!"
Liu Siyu seemed to have seen the day when Chen Zhaoyue was completely despised by Wen Yanxi, despised by everyone, and knelt in front of her, crying and begging for mercy.
Liu Siyu clenched the small silver metal tube in her hand and said, "When the time comes, I will make you repay today's debt a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"
…
At noon, in Wen Qimin's office, Wen Yanxi stood quietly in front of his desk.
Wen Qimin raised his head from the documents and his gaze fell on Wen Yanxi. A gentle smile appeared on his serious face. He picked up a piece of red paper covered with words on the table and pointed at one of the places with his finger. "I asked someone to carefully check the date and chose it."
Wen Qimin raised a satisfied smile and lowered his voice, "It'll be on the eighth day of next month! It's a perfectly auspicious day! Everything will be perfect!"
The eighth day of next month.
Wen Yanxi went over this day again in his mind.
There is still half a month left, which is neither long nor short, but he just feels anxious in his heart and can't wait to marry Chen Zhaoyue.
Uncle Wen Qimin's words were still ringing in his ears: "Your arm, you should at least give it some time to breathe? Half a month is already too much to bear! I'm telling you now so that you can have an idea in mind and make the necessary preparations. Don't let Yueyue down."
With a soft clang, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Wen Qing came in carrying a heavy lunch box. His voice was louder than anyone else's. "I don't know who said that yesterday, saying that they still had an arm that could be used, that they weren't disabled, and that they didn't need my help. Why do you want me to bring you food again today?"
Wen Qing put the thermos on the table in the main hall, and the aroma of food immediately filled the air.
"Are you here?" Wen Yanxi withdrew his gaze from the window, his tone as calm as if he was asking about the weather. "It's just right. I have something to tell you."
Wen Qing paused as he bent over to pull the stool, not looking up: "Hmm?"
"On the eighth day of next month, I will hold my wedding with your aunt." Wen Yanxi's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, echoing in the quiet hall. "You will be the best man."
“Pah—”
The stool Wen Qing had just picked up fell to the ground and almost hit his feet.
Wen Qing suddenly raised his head, staring at Wen Yanxi intently, as if he didn't understand, or as if he was completely stunned by the sudden news. His lips moved, but no words came out, only a short, vague sound.
"This... so fast?" He finally found his voice, which was as dry as sandpaper grinding against wood. His eyes subconsciously drifted towards the kitchen, where the sound of Shen Zhaoyue clearing the dishes could be heard.
Wen Yanxi didn't miss his momentary stiffness and erratic look, and just thought it was an accident. She casually said "hmm": "The date is set, you can't run away."
The light and shadow at the kitchen door flashed, and Chen Zhaoyue came out wiping her hands, her face damp from washing dishes, her eyes sparkling: "The wedding date is set? The eighth day of the first lunar month?"
Chen Zhaoyue walked over to Wen Yanxi, her tone full of excitement, "Then I have to hurry and get ready! Uncle, do you have time? It's just right for you to go to the city with me this weekend to look at wedding dresses!"
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