Chapter 9 Chapter 9 "Chen Jianjin, why are you still haunting me..."
Song Wan quickly looked away and walked past him to leave.
Chen Jianjin neither stopped nor chased after her. Instead, he strode into Feng Jing's office and closed the door.
Why did you say those things to her? Why did you cause her trouble?
"What kind of tone is that when you ask me this?" Feng Jing's previous pleasant expression vanished, replaced by an imperious command: "I don't care whether she seduced you or you forced her, the result is just two words: break up. Also, tomorrow afternoon, come with me to the Jiao family to apologize and make up with Jiao Qian."
Chen Jianjin smiled as if he were listening to a joke, but his eyes were icy cold. "My marriage to Song Wan is an announcement, not a discussion. So, put away your ridiculous ideas about arranged marriages."
"Chen Jianjin!"
Enraged, Feng Jing grabbed whatever was nearby and threw it at him.
The heavy glass struck Chen Jianjin's forehead and then fell onto the wooden floor with a dull thud.
He had cut his forehead, and beads of blood kept dripping down.
Feng Jing swallowed hard, stunned.
Chen Jianjin flicked his finger to wipe the blood off his brow bone and let out a soft groan.
A moment later, Feng Jing was at a loss; she hadn't expected to hit him.
The silence seemed to freeze the air itself.
The words she wanted to say rolled on her tongue again and again, but she still didn't say a word until the boy in the black windbreaker turned and left.
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"How did you do that?"
Chen Jianjin ran into Feng Wei as soon as he left the hospital.
He had two stitches in his forehead, which wasn't too serious, but Feng Wei was worried and kept asking him questions.
Seeing that he was about to lift his hair to check again, Chen Jianjin turned his face away and said in a relaxed tone, "It was just an accident, nothing serious."
"You," Feng Wei sighed, feeling sorry for his nephew. "You always swallow your own burdens. If your aunt hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have known you were injured and hospitalized."
Chen Jianjin's aunt, Qiao Xirong, is the director of this People's Hospital. Chen Jianjin met her while getting stitches in the emergency room and saw her rushing off to a consultation.
Looking at Feng Wei, he was still wearing his executive jacket, looking like he had just returned from a business trip and hadn't even had time to go home.
"I'm fine, you should go back and rest."
“Your apartment is so deserted that you don’t even have a nanny to take care of you. Come home with me.”
"No need, it's really nothing serious, I'm perfectly fine."
However, Feng Wei ignored all of this and pulled the people into the car directly.
Feng Wei had a private driver. The two sat in the back seat. Remembering something, Feng Wei asked, "I was in a hurry to leave and didn't have time to ask. Did you apologize properly to the girl in the back?"
Chen Jianjin paused in his action of twisting the mineral water bottle and shook his head.
The boy hung his head, looking dejected and defeated.
"Uncle, am I really that bad?"
Otherwise, why doesn't Song Wan like him?
"What's wrong with you?" Feng Wei patted his slumped shoulder. "My nephew is so outstanding. You two just haven't spent enough time together yet. Once you've known each other for a while longer and he understands your feelings, the girl will slowly fall for you."
"Pursuing someone is an art. Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, the worst thing you can do is be impatient and take it slow."
Chen Jianjin lowered his eyelashes, even more frustrated, "But I can't slow down."
When they arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Feng Wei asked the driver to stop the car, and he and Chen Jianjin walked back.
As the early winter days grew colder, the plane trees in the park had lost most of their leaves, leaving only a few standing forlornly in the cold wind.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Chen Jianjin walked with his hands in his pockets, kicking pebbles as he went. "She has a childhood sweetheart she's very close to..."
Chen Jianjin slowly recounted what had happened in the past few days.
After listening, Feng Wei remained silent for a long time, which was uncharacteristic of him. Finally, he sighed and said, "Jianjin, this time... you made a mistake. Let the girl go, apologize properly, and give yourself another chance to win her back."
"No way." Chen Jianjin refused without even thinking.
He couldn't let go; if he did, Song Wan would run away and never belong to him again.
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the children's playground in the park.
To protect children from injury, this area is made of piled-up sand.
Feng Wei glanced at the sandy area and said, "Go, grab a couple of handfuls of sand."
Chen Jianjin didn't understand, but he still did as instructed.
"Clench your right hand tightly."
Chen Jianjin did as he was told.
The sand is already fine and smooth, with little friction, so when he squeezes it, it slips away even faster.
Feng Wei wanted to tell him that Song Wan was like the sand in his hand; the tighter he held on, the faster he would lose her.
“Jianjin, you’re so smart, why don’t you understand the principles that even a child understands?” Feng Wei patiently persuaded him. “Give yourself some confidence, and give the person you like some trust. Since you believe that fate has brought her to you, you should also believe that she is a part of your life.”
Yes, Chen Jianjin suddenly understood.
He believed in fate.
His marriage to Song Wan was ordained by fate.
"I understand, thank you, Uncle."
After figuring things out, Chen Jianjin couldn't stay any longer. He wanted to see Song Wan immediately, right now.
Song Wan had a good attitude. Feng Jing's belittling did not affect her at all. On the contrary, she was glad that Chen Jianjin did not chase after her.
With such a strong-willed mother keeping him in check, surely he'll give up this time?
On her way back to the dorm after dinner, Song Wan thought to herself with a happy smile.
However, the next second, a familiar "Wanwan" was heard.
It is Chen Jianjin.
Before Song Wan could even see him clearly, he had already rushed over and hugged her tightly.
He held her tightly, more forcefully than ever before, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.
Song Wan felt uncomfortable and struggled, "Chen Jianjin!"
"I'm sorry." Chen Jianjin lowered his head and buried his face in her warm neck, his tone gentle and soft. "I was a jerk before, I made you do a lot of things you didn't like. I won't do it again, Wanwan. You are so good, and I love you so much that I'm afraid you will reject me and choose someone else."
Song Wan's heart pounded as Chen Jianjin continued, "Forget all the unpleasantness from before, let's start over, okay? This time, I'll pursue you properly, and you should seriously consider whether you want to be with me."
He cupped her face in his hands, and Song Wan saw a rare vulnerability and pleading in Chen Jianjin's eyes.
Even those high-and-mighty chosen ones, one day they'll have to ask for help?
The moonlight must have been too bright, blinding her, and she must have been seeing things.
Song Wan took a deep breath and said, "Let me go."
Chen Jianjin paused for a moment, then reluctantly loosened his grip and took a step back. "I'll listen to you from now on, Wanwan. Can you consider me?"
Song Wan didn't believe her. "You said you'd listen to me from now on?"
Chen Jianjin nodded, his eyes shining.
“Then…” Song Wan hesitated before speaking, “I don’t want to live with you anymore. I want to live at school. You’re not allowed to bother me anymore.”
Chen Jianjin was struggling internally.
He remained silent, and Song Wan knew he was just teasing her again. She retorted sarcastically, "Chen Jianjin, your promises are so light. You can just say them so casually."
"No," Chen Jianjin retorted urgently.
He rarely makes promises, but when he does, he always keeps them.
Despite his reluctance, Chen Jianjin nodded and agreed: "Okay."
The person in front of him was so easy to talk to that he didn't seem like Chen Jianjin at all.
Song Wan attributed all of this to Feng Jing. She hit him, and he experienced firsthand the price of being with her, realizing how absurd he had been before.
Song Wan's gaze lingered on the wound on his forehead for too long. Chen Jianjin brushed his hair aside to cover the gauze and explained, "It was just a simple two-stitched wound. It won't leave a scar."
A husband's appearance is a wife's glory.
Chen Jianjin understood this simple principle.
Song Wan snapped out of her daze and suddenly became irritated. "Who cares if you get disfigured?"
That night, before falling asleep, Song Wan was happy that she had finally gotten rid of Chen Jianjin. She went downstairs for her morning class right on time, but when she saw Chen Jianjin downstairs in the girls' dormitory, her good mood from the night vanished.
She pretended not to see it and rushed off to class.
Chen Jianjin caught up with him in a few steps, "Breakfast."
"I don't want to."
As the weather turned cold, Song Wan put on a light down jacket, paired with white sneakers and casual jeans—a simple yet stylish look.
She walked past him and left, but Chen Jianjin refused to give up and grabbed her arm.
"Chen Jianjin!" Song Wan felt she had been played, and glared at him angrily. "You said yesterday you wouldn't bother me anymore!"
Chen Jianjin said innocently, "I never said that."
"you……!"
Song Wan wanted to say something more, but Chen Jianjin interrupted her, handing her the insulated bag he was carrying and saying with a smile, "I knew my darling wouldn't be able to get up, so I brought you breakfast. Remember to eat it."
After saying that, Chen Jianjin ruffled her hair, put his hands back in his pockets, and said, "Let's go."
Song Wan stood there, holding her things, watching Chen Jianjin's figure gradually disappear into the distance.
Despite the cold weather, he was still dressed in thin clothes, his posture upright and unconventional.
"Who wants your breakfast?"
Song Wan muttered to herself, and only when she passed the third trash can did she steel herself and throw the things in.
After a morning of classes, Song Wan didn't get to eat her first meal of the day in the cafeteria until 12:30.
She has a bad habit when eating: she likes to scroll through her phone.
A message popped up in the notification bar, and before I could even see the sender, my finger had already clicked on it.
It's Chen Jianjin again.
He took a picture of a lunchbox, said he was at the company, and asked her what she had for lunch.
Song Wan ignored her and exited the chat window.
There were only two classes in the afternoon, so Song Wan went back to her dormitory after lunch, took a nap, and then went out to class.
Winter days are short and nights are long, and the sky is dark at five o'clock in the evening.
Song Wan followed the crowd out. Suddenly, the streetlights came on. She looked up and, as if sensing something, bumped into Chen Jianjin, who was waiting under a streetlight not far away.
The boy had one hand in his pocket, looking down at his phone, his windbreaker zipped up to the top, covering half of his chin.
Noticing something, he tilted his head slightly and precisely spotted Song Wan in the crowd.
His deep-set brows relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. Chen Jianjin put away his phone, walked step by step to Song Wan, and naturally took the bag from her right shoulder, asking, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Song Wan said unhappily, "Chen Jianjin, why are you still haunting me?"
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