Chapter 13 A rotten person's true heart, even the person he loves isn't...
"No, Chen Jianjin, I'm talking to you, what are you laughing at?"
Zhou Xiangyuan was dissatisfied and leaned over to look, but before he could even see the content, Chen Jianjin grabbed the phone with his hand.
"For the cruise ship, just contact Ding Shao directly, and he will make the arrangements."
Ding Shao is Chen Jianjin's personal assistant.
Zhou Xiangyuan clicked his tongue, then, as if remembering something, ran a hand through his hair and asked hesitantly, "You were... with Xiao Song last night?"
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow as Zhou Xiangyuan continued, "I called you last night, and she answered."
"You two..."
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Chen Jianjin interrupted him directly: "I smashed her phone, so she's just using it temporarily."
Zhou Xiangyuan paused for a moment, then nodded, inexplicably relieved, "Oh... I see."
He gave an awkward laugh, but when he looked up, he met Chen Jianjin's scrutinizing gaze.
Zhou Xiangyuan's heart skipped a beat, but then he saw him straighten up and say solemnly, "We will get married next August."
"Chen Jianjin, are you crazy?!"
Song Wan clearly disliked him and was extremely resistant to him. A forced relationship is never sweet, and Zhou Xiangyuan worried that the two of them would end up hurting each other and themselves if they continued to be at odds.
Chen Jianjin lifted his eyelashes to look at him, his eyes filled with indifference.
That day, Zhou Xiangyuan tried his best to persuade Chen Jianjin, but Chen Jianjin ignored him completely.
The decision to get a marriage certificate was made by Chen Jianjin from the moment they reunited, and even Song Wan couldn't change it. He could accompany her to slowly cultivate their relationship, but major milestones and important decisions had to be carried out step by step.
Of course, AI is an exception; his baby can't handle such a fast pace right now.
Chen Jianjin has been quite busy these past few days. Qi Yan is stuck in England, and all the big and small matters in the company have been left to him.
For a week straight, he stayed at the company.
This week, Song Wan was happy to have some peace and quiet.
Her life returned to normal, of course, ignoring Chen Jianjin's unwavering three meals a day and his constant text message harassment.
As the semester draws to a close and Christmas approaches, shops of all sizes are decorating their entrances with Christmas trees, and the price of apples is soaring.
Lin Sang's boyfriend from another city traveled a long distance to spend the holiday with her, but the owner of the coffee shop said she couldn't handle everything by herself, so she wanted to find someone to help her out for a day.
Zhou Zhou has someone to meet up with, while Xiao Ling is a local and needs to go home for the weekend.
Seeing her anxiety, Song Wan offered to help: "Let me help you."
"Really?"
Lin Sang was pleasantly surprised and thanked him repeatedly.
Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow at her, and Xiao Ling tapped her on the window: [Christmas this weekend, aren't you spending it with Chen Jianjin?]
Song Wan gave a wry smile: [It's unnecessary]
They are not the type of people who can spend holidays together.
At 10 p.m., the coffee shop put up a sign that it was closed. Song Wan took off her apron, and the proprietress paid her for the day. "It's a good thing Xiao Lin asked you for help, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to handle it all today."
Thanks to her part-time job at a coffee shop during the summer after graduating from high school, Song Wan quickly mastered latte art.
Hearing this, she smiled, revealing a shallow dimple at the corner of her lips, "I happen to be free of anything."
"Oh, right, take this. It'll keep your hands warm on the way."
"This..." Song Wan hesitated, before she could even utter her words of refusal, the proprietress handed her a warm cup of coffee and waved her hand with a smile, "Go back quickly, it gets colder as it gets later, I heard it's going to snow tonight."
Stepping out of the coffee shop, a wave of cold air hits you.
Song Wan pulled her scarf down to cover half of her face.
Some of the shops along the street still had their lights on, and Song Wan walked briskly to step on the shadows in front of her.
Suddenly, a cool, six-petaled snowflake fell onto my hand, quickly melting into a damp spot.
Song Wan looked up; snow was falling everywhere.
It's winter, and it's the first snow.
A thought crossed her mind, and she reached out to take it.
The next second, a warm chest pressed against her back, and Song Wan's hands were also enveloped in its warmth.
She tilted her head back, revealing her luscious lips beneath her scarf.
Chen Jianjin hugged the person from behind, a smile spreading across his eyes.
Song Wan's heartbeat became incredibly irregular.
"Wanwan!"
A moderately loud male voice pulled her back to reality. Realizing something, Song Wan quickly stepped back to create some distance and looked toward the source of the sound.
It is Lianhuaiyang.
She was a little flustered and just wanted to get away from Chen Jianjin as soon as possible. She tried to move forward as if she were escaping, but before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed by the person behind her.
Lian Huaiyang jogged forward, his smile warm, "I've come to take you back."
"you……"
Song Wan had just opened her mouth when Chen Jianjin pulled her back, causing her to stumble and fall into his arms.
Her restless struggle reminded Chen Jianjin of many unpleasant things. He grabbed her slender waist, pressed his face down, and kissed the corner of her lips fiercely.
A simple kiss was deliberately made noisy by him, and Song Wan felt ashamed, especially in front of people she knew. She didn't want to show any vulnerability in front of Lian Huaiyang, so she remained motionless.
Lian Huaiyang couldn't see Song Wan's expression, but he witnessed it firsthand. After the kiss, the girl stopped struggling, and her delicate fingers limply rested on the boy's broad shoulders.
"Lian Huaiyang, that's her name, right?" Chen Jianjin smiled triumphantly. "My girlfriend, no need to worry about her."
As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his head to rub against Song Wan's earlobe, coaxing her softly, "I'm sorry, baby, I'm late. Don't be angry, okay?"
Finally, Chen Jianjin straightened up, wrapping Song Wan tightly in his arms, and provocatively glanced up and down at the boy in front of him who was more than half a head shorter than him, and smiled mockingly: "Keep even your classmate's cheap apple for yourself."
Song Wan was forcibly taken away by him.
The car was well-heated. Chen Jianjin snatched the coffee from her hand and said coldly, "Baby, didn't I tell you not to see him in private anymore? Why did you have to let him pick you up, huh?"
Song Wan turned to look out the window. Lian Huaiyang was still there, standing alone on the desolate street, head down, holding a beautifully packaged apple in his hands.
Realizing what she was looking at, Chen Jianjin felt annoyed. He pinched her chin with his long fingers, turned her face towards him, and pressed his head down to kiss her.
Song Wan turned her head away, his kiss missed, his warm breath brushed against her ear, and she asked with resentment, "Chen Jianjin, is this all you can do to threaten me?"
The intense disgust in the girl's eyes struck Chen Jianjin as if he had been hit on the head.
My chest feels tight and has a dull ache.
No, this shouldn't be the case between them.
Something was clearly off track, and this feeling of being out of control made him panic. Chen Jianjin swallowed hard and cupped her face in his hands.
The boy's hands were large and hot, with bulging veins, and he held the girl's cheeks while also controlling half of her neck.
Song Wan was forced to look up and meet his gaze.
“He doesn’t deserve you, Wanwan.” With deep brown eyes that were profound and solemn, Chen Jianjin said seriously, word by word: “A cowardly and incompetent man who watched me take you away, a man who even splits the cost of meals with you, a man who only gives you cheap apples for holidays and wouldn’t even buy you a flower, he has never cherished you.”
Love is always a feeling of indebtedness.
It's a well-worn phrase, but it still holds some truth.
"Chen Jianjin, what gives you the right to say such things?" Though her posture was one of looking up to him, Song Wan's eyes were filled with contempt and mockery. "Someone who only knows how to force me, threaten me, and lay hands on me—what right do you have to judge others? You're the truly rotten one. Even Huaiyang is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you!"
"Song Wan!"
With his lips taut, Chen Jianjin gritted his teeth and stared intently into her eyes, his eyes reddening at the corners. He suppressed his heavy breathing, holding back until the veins in his neck stood out.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Wan regretted it. Chen Jianjin was a madman who was capable of anything, let alone the fact that his fingers were pressing on her fragile carotid artery.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Song Wan swallowed unconsciously. She was terrified, but her pride wouldn't allow her to back down or admit defeat.
She braced herself and met his dark, turbulent gaze.
Song Wan was prepared to die at his hands, but Chen Jianjin had no intention of strangling her. His thumb pressed against her chin, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smiled sinisterly, "Chen Jianjin is a rotten person, but he's rotten to the core, rotten to the very bottom..."
A flower will bloom in my heart, which I will give to Song Wan as a gift.
Chen Jianjin did not say the rest.
A rotten person has a sincere heart; the person he loves doesn't care about him.
“I will make my darling see clearly whether Lian Huaiyang is worth your love and protection.”
"Chen Jianjin?!" Song Wan was terrified and grabbed his sleeve in a panic. "What are you going to do?"
Chen Jianjin felt bitter inside, but he insisted on putting on a fierce look and threatening, "Baby, if you dare to plead for him again, I can't guarantee I won't do something bad."
Song Wan's breathing trembled, and she pursed her lips, swallowing the words that were about to come out.
She finally became obedient, but only for another man.
Chen Jianjin felt defeated. Where exactly did he fall short of Lian Huaiyang?
Outside the car window, heavy snowflakes fluttered down, and the world was quiet and peaceful.
This was the first snowfall they spent together.
He had been working non-stop for days just to squeeze out some time to spend with her tonight for the holiday.
If there had been no third party involved, they should be eating at the restaurant they had booked right now.
Chen Jianjin lowered his eyes in dejection.
There were flowers and a cake in the back seat of the car.
The flower was still her favorite sunflower, and the cake was an apple cake to mark the occasion, with a crisp cocoa butter crust that looked very realistic.
Song Wan gently touched the delicate petals, her feelings complicated.
The dormitory has a curfew after midnight, and there wasn't enough time for a meal, so Chen Jianjin drove Song Wan back to school.
The snow was heavy, and a thin layer had already accumulated on the ground.
Since she was carrying something in her hands, Chen Jianjin helped her adjust her scarf, covering half of her face and ears.
Merry Christmas and may you have a peaceful Christmas.
After saying this, Chen Jianjin took a step back, creating some distance, and said, "Let's go back."
It's too windy and cold downstairs.
Song Wan turned and walked up the steps. When she swiped her card to pass through the gate, she found that Chen Jianjin was still there.
The temperature was -10 degrees Celsius today, but he only wore a long black coat over his suit, and the biting cold wind whipped at the corners of his coat.
The boy's solitary figure made Song Wan's heart clench uncontrollably. Realizing that he was also looking at her, Song Wan quickly looked away and fled upstairs.
Only when a sliver of light shone from a window on the third floor did Chen Jianjin turn away and leave.
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