Chapter 12 "Why do I smell a sour vinegar odor..."
The two were pulling and tugging at each other, talking incoherently, their eyes locked in a blur.
"baby."
Chen Jianjin held flowers in his right hand and put his left hand in his pocket. His dark brown phoenix eyes were cold and gloomy as he glared disapprovingly at Lian Huaiyang not far away.
Song Wan turned her head when she heard the sound.
Chen Jianjin strode forward, hooked his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.
Lian Huaiyang's hand missed its target. He moved his fingertips and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. His gaze swept over Chen Jianjin, whose expression was unfriendly, and he said to Song Wan in a gentle voice, "Then let's make an appointment next time. I recently took on a tutoring job and made some money. Don't forget what we agreed on before."
Even after Lian Huaiyang had completely disappeared from sight, Chen Jianjin still felt nauseous, as if there was a fly stuck in his throat.
What did they agree on beforehand? What did they talk about before he arrived?
Chen Jianjin didn't have a penchant for overthinking or self-destructive tendencies, and went straight to the point asking, "What agreement did you make?"
"It's nothing." Song Wan didn't want to say more, and she wasn't used to Chen Jianjin's intimate behavior of hugging her all the time, so she tried to pry his arm off.
Despite his unassuming appearance, Chen Jianjin is actually quite well-endowed.
What seemed like a casual, light gesture was something Song Wan couldn't push away with either of her hands.
The boy's muscles were firm and strong beneath the thin fabric. Song Wan gritted her teeth in anger, "Chen Jianjin, let me go!"
"Did you treat that pretty boy like that too, baby?" Chen Jianjin leaned closer, his face lowered. "Why are you acting all rude and unreasonable towards me, hmm?"
The two were so close, less than an inch apart, that their breaths mingled.
Chen Jianjin's gaze was deep and intense, his eyes like spider silk, binding her inch by inch.
Song Wan pursed her lips, stubbornly remaining in a stalemate.
Chen Jianjin disliked Song Wan's deliberate ignoring of him, and his long fingers slipped inside the hem of her short jacket.
Song Wan was on high alert, grabbing his wrists with both hands, her eyes wide with fright. "Chen Jianjin, we're still outside, you can't...!"
She began to soften, tears welling up in her eyes, "You said you wouldn't force me...!"
Chen Jianjin did say that he wanted to pursue her properly and that he wanted her to be with him sincerely.
However, this is on the premise that there will be no third party involved.
She was scared, so Chen Jianjin didn't move. He firmly gripped her side, his knuckles clearly defined, and warned coldly, "I'll let it go today, but if there's a next time, and I find out you're secretly meeting with him, baby..."
A few wisps of hair fell down her forehead. Chen Jianjin lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Let him hear with his own ears how I made you so that you couldn't even cry anymore, okay?"
Bastard! Scoundrel! Rogue!
Song Wan was so angry that she trembled all over, gritting her teeth and cursing in her heart.
Chen Jianjin tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear and said with amusement, "If you want to curse, just say it. You've spilled your drink on me three times already, are you afraid to curse me?"
As he spoke, he stuffed the flowers he had carried all the way into her arms, saying, "Let's go."
He had just said those words, so how could Song Wan trust him and go with him? Taking advantage of the moment when Chen Jianjin opened the car door, she ran away.
However, she hadn't run more than a few steps before Chen Jianjin caught her again. He gripped her arm tightly and laughed angrily, "Why are you running? Aren't you going to untie the stitches?"
Only after he reminded her did Song Wan realize what she had forgotten today.
It was the day her stitches were removed after her appendicitis surgery.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Chen Jianjin's forehead. They both got stitches on the same day, and his wispy hair covered it up, so much so that Song Wan had almost forgotten that Chen Jianjin was injured.
Chen Jianjin's wires were removed by a random nurse, while Song Wan's were removed by Qiao Xirong herself.
"Alright." After putting away the medical equipment, Qiao Xirong instructed, "Pay attention to your diet from now on."
Song Wan politely thanked her.
Finally, Chen Jianjin left carrying a large bag of scar-removing ointment.
After getting in the car, he asked again, "What would you like to eat?"
Song Wan shook her head. "I want to go back."
While fiddling with the navigation system, Chen Jianjin said, "I'll take you back after you've eaten."
He drove the passengers to a private restaurant.
It is said that the head chef's ancestors came from the imperial court. Qi Yan had taken people to eat there a few times before and said it was pretty good.
For the past ten years or so, Song Wan's life has been impoverished and unremarkable. Chen Jianjin always wanted to take her to try all the good and expensive things, hoping to fatten her up into a greedy gold digger.
In this way, she can't stand anyone else.
Chen Jianjin then served her a lot more food.
Having learned from past mistakes, Song Wan ate obediently this time, especially since she was genuinely hungry.
She was so focused on eating that she didn't even notice when Chen Jianjin got up.
He found the gift box among the sunflower bouquet she had tossed aside and took out its contents.
Song Wan noticed a slight glint in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she saw Chen Jianjin leaning against the back of her chair with one hand, his long, slender fingers adorned with a beautiful and dazzling gemstone necklace.
Song Wan had never seen such a large pigeon blood red color before; it was so exaggerated it looked fake.
Chen Jianjin smiled and looked into her eyes, his expression tender. "I knew it was perfect for you, my darling, the moment I saw it at the auction."
As he spoke, he grasped the hidden clasps at both ends of the necklace and put it on her.
The room was warm and cozy. Song Wan took off her coat, leaving only a V-neck knit sweater. A blood-red gemstone necklace adorned her slender and elegant swan neck, contrasting beautifully with her fair skin, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
His gentle gaze lingered between her face and the necklace. Chen Jianjin looked at her again and again, and felt more and more that she was extremely beautiful.
He couldn't help but lean down and gently kiss the corner of her lips, praising, "This color suits you so well, baby."
Chen Jianjin had a pair of extremely deceptive phoenix eyes. When he stared intently at someone, his eyes were filled with boundless affection and love, making people unconsciously fall for him.
Song Wan's heart skipped a beat. Coming to her senses, she hurriedly went to untie the necklace.
Chen Jianjin pressed down on her fidgeting hands, "What are you doing?"
This is not something she should be wearing.
"It's too valuable."
She's incredibly cute.
Chen Jianjin rubbed her face with his finger, smiling easily, "It's just a rock, not even a fraction of my treasure."
He's a real Casanova.
Song Wan's expression was complicated. "Chen Jianjin, do you say this to every single one of your girlfriends?"
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of amusement in his expression. "How are your teeth, baby?"
The topic was too far off, and Song Wan was stunned for two seconds, but then she heard Chen Jianjin smile and continue, "Otherwise... why do I smell a sour vinegar scent?"
They couldn't even detect the sarcasm.
There's something wrong with my ears!
Song Wan was so angry at Chenggong that she turned her face away and refused to look at him again.
Chen Jianjin pinched her chin and pulled it back, forcing her to look up again. He said seriously, "I said there's no such nonsense. If it's a test, there's no need for that. If you're doubting me because of a few unfounded accusations from others, then I'm telling you clearly today, my darling, don't make such malicious assumptions about my sincerity towards you."
Song Wan's mind stirred slightly.
However, this subtle feeling of emotion, which she herself did not even notice, lasted less than half a second before Chen Jianjin's next words completely extinguished it: "I swear, if I utter even half a lie, may Chen Jianjin never be able to make love with Song Wan in this lifetime."
Disgusting! Vulgar!
A lowly creature that only thinks with its lower body!
A handful of water was splashed on her face, and Song Wan was so annoyed that she ground her back teeth.
At the dining table, Chen Jianjin, who had been inexplicably splashed with cold water again, swallowed hard and skillfully wiped the water droplets with a hot towel.
With a "buzz," Chen Jianjin lowered his eyelashes at the sound; it was Song Wan's cell phone left on the table.
He picked it up and looked at it.
It was a message from Lian Huaiyang.
"Oh."
It's like a persistent ghost.
Chen Jianjin scoffed lightly, his eyes filled with a deep, dark expression.
This is what Song Wan saw when she returned.
He knelt down, cradling her broken phone in his large hands.
Upon seeing her, Chen Jianjin's expression softened, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you and fell."
Song Wan felt a pang of sympathy, but meeting his sincere gaze, she didn't know what to say.
"Use mine first, the password is 161225."
After getting off the bus, Song Wan stood there for a moment, holding the things in her hands, while Chen Jianjin handed over his phone and left.
She pursed her lips, put away the things, and planned to return them to him first thing tomorrow morning.
However, a little later, just after she had taken a shower and came out of the bathroom, Xiaoling reminded her, "Xiaowan, your phone has been ringing for a long time."
"Feel sorry."
Not wanting to disturb her roommates' binge-watching, she took her things to the balcony.
A phone call from someone whose contact name was Zhou Xiangyuan.
Just as Song Wan was debating whether to answer the phone and explain, the call automatically ended. Before she could even catch her breath, the phone rang again.
Helpless, Song Wan answered the call.
"I'm speechless! Qi Yan isn't answering the phone, and neither are you. Did you two plan this? What's wrong with you?!"
Song Wan was about to interject when Zhou Xiangyuan started talking to himself again, "Never mind, never mind, you're all so generous, I won't hold it against you. Let's get down to business. I want to throw a cruise ship party, can I borrow your cruise ship for a bit?"
“Um…” Song Wan finally found an opportunity and explained in a slightly embarrassed and weak voice, “I am not Chen Jianjin.”
Zhou Xiangyuan was stunned. He took his phone away to check the time, then put it back to his ear and coughed lightly, "Um, well, I'm sorry, little Song, I didn't notice the time. I won't bother you two anymore. You... continue, continue."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xiangyuan's lips twitched violently, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart for his brother: Awesome!!!
That's weird.
Before she could think further, a drop of water fell from the end of her wet hair and landed on her arm. Song Wan shivered, suppressed her chaotic thoughts, and turned back to dry her hair.
The next morning, Chen Jianjin appeared downstairs at Song Wan's dormitory on time.
Upon seeing him, Song Wan handed his phone back, saying, "I don't need it."
She'll be checking her phone today.
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow slightly, took the bag, and handed over the two paper bags he had been carrying the whole way.
"One is breakfast, and the other is a mobile phone."
Song Wan didn't take it. Her long, curled eyelashes drooped, and she said softly, "You don't need to do this. I've already thrown away all the breakfasts you used to give me."
The person opposite her remained silent, so Song Wan quietly raised her eyes.
With his tongue lightly touching his back teeth, Chen Jianjin smiled. "What are you peeking at? Afraid I'll get angry? Or... do you want me to get angry?"
How did he know?
Song Wan's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she felt inexplicably flustered.
It feels awful to have your thoughts read by someone.
However, Chen Jianjin did not dwell on the issue. He shoved the paper bag into her hand and walked away.
Song Wan only missed his breakfast once. After that, she still couldn't get over the hurdle of wasting food, so she ate her breakfast properly every time.
Having experienced hardship, she deeply understands the importance of thrift.
Song Wan didn't want to touch the phone Chen Jianjin had prepared for her, but unfortunately, she encountered the teacher signing in online during the first class of the morning.
Helpless, she could only search for phone models and prices, and then transfer the money to him at a discounted rate.
Song Wan: [Transfer]
Song Wan: [Also, the surgery fees from last time, let's include them.]
Song Wan: [Remember to receive it]
Song Wan didn't want to owe him anything, but the thought of her little treasury inexplicably losing so many gold coins still made her feel a little upset.
Chen Jianjin had transferred money to her before, but Song Wan had never touched it.
She maintained that they were not boyfriend and girlfriend, and had no right to have any financial entanglement.
At that moment, Chen Jianjin was sitting in his office when he saw the message from "Baby". He smiled and couldn't help but pat her profile picture, as if he were gently patting her fluffy head from a distance.
Thinking about it, Chen Jianjin covered his face with his hands.
His baby is absolutely adorable.
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