Chapter 19 His savior is too soft-hearted.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Wan hadn't even gotten up when she heard a noisy commotion outside the door. She pulled the blanket up to cover her head, and groggily thought: When did my cousin change her ways? Why is she up so early? In previous years, she would come over at noon.
The soft blanket over my face was removed, and while my breathing became much easier, I felt a slight itching sensation on my cheek.
Song Wan rubbed her head and mumbled, "Sister, I'll sleep a little longer, just a little longer."
Chen Jianjin glanced outside, and while Song Qinru wasn't paying attention, he sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed the person in his arms.
At first, Song Wan didn't react, but when she realized what was happening, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared straight into Chen Jianjin's smiling phoenix eyes.
She rubbed her eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream, then jolted awake and sat up in bed, clutching the blanket tightly to cover her chest.
"You, you..." Song Wan stammered in surprise, asking haltingly, "Chen Jianjin, what are you doing here?"
"Of course, I've come to wish you a Happy New Year."
He smiled broadly and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Song Wan's mind went blank for two seconds before she heard Song Qinru ask in a low voice, "Wanwan, are you up?"
"Get up, get up!"
Song Wan pushed Chen Jianjin away and ran out without even putting on her slippers.
"mom……"
Before I could even voice my questions, I was stunned by the mountain of gift boxes piled up in the living room.
Song Qinru frowned as she looked at Song Wan's bare instep. Before she could utter a word of accusation, Chen Jianjin chased after her, carrying Song Wan's slippers.
"The ground is cold."
He knelt on one knee at Song Wan's feet and helped her put on her shoes with an almost reverent attitude.
Song Wan took a small step back and hurriedly looked at Song Qinru. She opened her mouth as if to explain something, but saw that Song Qinru looked away first.
"Wash up and have breakfast."
Song Qinru turned and went into the kitchen. Chen Jianjin volunteered, "Auntie, let me help you."
He showed no sense of being a guest, acting as casually and comfortably as if he were at home.
Later that evening, Song Qinsu and her family also arrived.
The living room isn't big, but when there are many people, it gets lively and festive.
This was the first time Zhang Huaiyu had met Chen Jianjin.
He partnered with someone to run a meat processing business, but the cash flow almost dried up because a client defaulted on payment. He was so busy with this matter at the end of the year that he couldn't even go home.
Last night, Chen Jianjin provided a timely purchase contract, which solved his urgent problem.
Therefore, he had a particularly good impression of Chen Jianjin.
"Is it okay for me to spend the Lunar New Year in Tianjin without going home?"
At the dinner table, Zhang Huaiyu opened a bottle of baijiu and poured Chen Jianjin a small half-glass.
"Thank you, brother-in-law." Chen Jianjin smiled and accepted the gift with both hands while answering his question: "My parents are divorced, and I was raised by my grandmother since I was a child. I'm not very close to either side of them."
This was something Zhang Huaiyu hadn't expected. "I'm sorry for bringing up your sad memories."
Chen Jianjin smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing, it's been a long time."
Hearing him say that, Zhang Huaiyu relaxed and joked, "Once you and Wanwan get married, we'll be family."
"Brother-in-law!"
Song Wan looked nervous and hurriedly went to check on Song Qinru.
She was serving fish soup when she heard this, and placed the bowl of milky white soup in front of Song Wan as if she hadn't heard it.
Song Qinsu kicked Zhang Huaiyu's leg.
Zhao Shu couldn't help but secretly speak ill of him.
"I have spoken out of turn, I must punish myself with a cup of wine."
Zhang Huaiyu drank with a smile.
By the end of the meal, both of them had drunk too much.
Chen Jianjin was alright, but Zhang Huaiyu, drunk and out of control, shamelessly clung to Zhao Shu and wouldn't let go, muttering about what he would do when he had money.
Song Wan was helping Song Qinru tidy up in the kitchen.
Song Wan didn't know when it started, but she couldn't figure out Song Qinru's attitude. She wanted to have a good talk with her last night, but Chen Jianjin's little incident prevented her from doing so.
"Mom." After a while of mental preparation, Song Wan finally mustered up the courage to speak: "About Chen Jianjin... I did lie before, but don't worry, I will explain it to him clearly."
Song Qinru doesn't like her dating, so she won't get involved. She likes Lian Huaiyang, so she'll obediently try to get to know him.
Song Wan only hoped that Song Qinru wouldn't be angry and wouldn't abandon her.
What was Chen Jianjin thinking when he heard these words?
In the eyes of the person he loves, he is so insignificant that he can be abandoned at any time.
He once craved family affection but could not have it, and became so disillusioned with life that he even considered suicide.
The gods and Buddhas who save all sentient beings told him that he was destined to have little fortune in his family ties.
He should let go of his obsession that gave rise to evil desires.
Chen Jianjin asked himself, why can't he let go of what he did so well before?
Seeing the worry flash across Song Wan's eyes amidst her panic, Chen Jianjin understood.
Because his savior was too soft-hearted.
"Chen, Chen Jianjin, are you alright?"
While walking along the road, he suddenly clutched his stomach and said he felt unwell, reminding Song Wan of the night she had acute appendicitis.
"Are you... are you in pain too?"
Song Wanyuan was not as calm as Chen Jianjin was back then, and was somewhat at a loss.
Chen Jianjin wasn't in pain; he had just drunk too much and his stomach was burning. But when he met her bright, round eyes that darted around like a deer's, he bent over and knelt on the ground, murmuring in a hoarse voice, "...It hurts."
what to do?
Song Wan went to find her phone. "I...I'll call an ambulance for you."
Her wrist was grabbed, and she looked down at Chen Jianjin, whose eyes were red and moist. "We're not going to the hospital."
"How can we not go to the hospital?" Song Wan disagreed. "What if it's a stomach hemorrhage?"
"Perfect, isn't my darling just hoping I'm dead?"
Song Wan choked for a moment, then muttered, "A scourge lives on for a thousand years."
He doesn't die so easily.
His baby is incredibly cute.
Chen Jianjin wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that she would be unhappy if she realized that she had been deceived. So he held back and forth until his face turned red and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Noticing his unusual behavior, Song Wan's worry deepened. "Are you... are you alright?"
Chen Jianjin didn't answer. Instead, he spread his palms up and said confidently, "I'm out of strength. Give me a hand."
After hesitating for a moment, Song Wan still reached out and placed her hand in his palm.
The first time, the boy didn't budge. So when she pulled him a second time, Song Wan deliberately used a lot of force, but unexpectedly almost pulled him down.
Song Wan staggered back a few steps before regaining her balance, with Chen Jianjin slumped against her shoulder.
The fragrance filled his nostrils, and the girl in his arms was so delicate and soft that Chen Jianjin didn't want to let go. However, things didn't go as planned, and Song Wan soon began to struggle.
Chen Jianjin didn't use much force, and she straightened up and got out of his embrace.
Song Wan looked at him suspiciously, and Chen Jianjin was still clutching his stomach with one hand, his brows furrowed, looking pained.
It doesn't seem like he's faking it.
"It hurts... help me up."
Before Song Wan could make a move, he gently pulled her into his arms.
The boy's large hand covered his shoulder, and then he leaned half his body against him.
With no other option, Song Wan could only raise her arm to support his waist, acting as a human crutch.
He was really heavy, pressing down on Song Wan so much that she could barely walk.
After finally getting the person to the back seat of the car, Song Wan was about to call an ambulance when Chen Jianjin snatched her phone away with his long finger.
"I'm much better," he said. "It's the New Year, so let's not bother the doctor."
Song Wan felt like her good intentions had been taken for granted, and couldn't help but glare at him, "Who cares about you? It would be best if you were dead."
She was about to go home and reached out to grab her phone, but Chen Jianjin dodged her by raising his hand high.
Luckily, Song Wan reacted quickly and grabbed the back of the chair, otherwise she would have fallen into his arms.
Song Wan was a little angry. "Do whatever you want, I don't want the phone anymore."
Anyway, he paid for it.
However, Chen Jianjin had no intention of ending the conversation. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Last time my darling was sick, I was there for her like a head maid. Why can't I be the same when it's my turn? Didn't your aunt teach you to be grateful? Hmm?"
Song Wan pursed her lips, glared at him resentfully for a while, and finally relented, asking, "What do you want?"
A smile spread across Chen Jianjin's face as he gently rubbed it with his finger, then opened his arms and said, "Give me a massage."
Song Wan wanted to refuse, but when she thought of the long night after her appendectomy, she couldn't say a word.
For a moment, she felt a sense of relief that there was someone by her side when she was most isolated and helpless, even if that person was Chen Jianjin.
Song Wan sniffed lightly, suppressing the mixed emotions in her heart, and asked to confirm, "Just a rub?"
Chen Jianjin raised an eyebrow. "Just a rub."
With her long, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooping, Song Wan took a while to mentally prepare herself before placing her finger on Chen Jianjin's lower abdomen.
"Is this the place?" she asked.
The girl's round, almond-shaped eyes looked innocent and harmless, and her soft fingertips pressed against his abs through his thin hoodie.
Almost instantly, Chen Jianjin reacted.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Song Wan thought she had hurt him, so she looked down but Chen Jianjin cupped her face with one hand. He then curled up to the side and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Rub it there."
The hot, humid breath sprayed against my ears, like setting off a fire.
Song Wan gently massaged her hands, and after a while, asked, "Is it okay now?"
"It seems...not quite right."
Chen Jianjin felt terrible. "Baby, touch me, do I have a fever?"
The boy tilted his head back in a tantalizing gaze, his neck arching sensually in the air, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing gently up and down.
His eyes, partially hidden by stray hairs, were tinged with a bewitching red hue. Song Wan was captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes and lost herself in thought for a moment.
However, Chen Jianjin keenly noticed this moment of pity and grabbed her hand, reaching under her clothes.
The touch of ice and fire, the burning heat at her fingertips, awakened Song Wan. She belatedly tried to pull her hand away, but Chen Jianjin pressed it down even harder.
With his free right hand, he cupped the back of her head and lifted his head to kiss her, while his other hand guided her to explore and familiarize herself with his body.
From the gluteal muscles to the chest muscles, and back to the gluteal muscles, without realizing it, Chen Jianjin went from half-lying down to kneeling with his knees apart on Song Wan's side.
The girl was kissed until she was breathless, and she collapsed limply into his arms.
Taking advantage of the moment when she was catching her breath, Chen Jianjin grabbed her and changed direction.
Song Wan was forced to sit on his hip.
As the fresh air entered her throat, Song Wan slowly regained consciousness. She raised her hand to struggle, but her neck was grabbed again and she was kissed.
Chen Jianjin slowly simmered.
At first, Song Wan didn't realize that as he pressed closer and his movements became more intense, her body inexplicably became hot.
Song Wan snapped back to reality the moment a warm current surged from beneath her, like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head.
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