He cried.
On the way home, you tried to speak several times, but Chen Peiyuan always found various excuses to avoid you.
He was driving while tears streamed down his face. You sat beside him, feeling incredibly overwhelmed by his appearance, and even started to worry that he might lose his temper while crying and end up crashing the car with you.
How can a man cry so much? He's been crying since he got on the bus.
"Chen Peiyuan, stop crying." You felt a terrible headache coming on, remembering that you had injured your hand, not your brain.
"I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eyes," he insisted. "It's just that the smell is too strong." He pointed to the vendors not far away with his swollen eyes.
"..." Do you think I believe that?
Chen Peiyuan parked the car in the garage, unbuckled his seatbelt, and drove off.
You struggled to open the car door, and in the blink of an eye he was already far away. You quickly ran forward.
"Chen Peiyuan, cough, shall we talk?"
"Hey, hey, Chen Peiyuan, don't walk so fast."
"Chen Peiyuan, actually, this matter..."
Chen Peiyuan suddenly stopped, and you stopped in time, taking a few steps back, almost bumping into his back.
You're looking at him while protecting your arm; does that mean you want to hear what he has to say?
He turned around, his face turned to the side, and said, "Chen Yulan, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep first." After saying that, he quickly turned his back and walked forward again, "Chen Yulan, I'm really angry this time."
"..."
Your gut feeling is that you're doomed.
Sure enough, you weren't allowed to go to work the next day; you could only go out after your wound had healed.
He sat on the sofa, his face gloomy, typing away on his computer.
As soon as you move closer to the door, he will look over, stare at you, and his eyes will turn red.
"No, I didn't mean to go out. I'm going to the kitchen." You immediately raise your hand and show him the glass; you really were going to get some water.
You walk into the kitchen, put the water glass under the water dispenser, and watch the water flow down. You're really afraid of him, as if you've done something unforgivable. He feels guilty just looking at you.
The water dispenser beeps to indicate that the water is full, and you snap out of your daze, realizing you were just staring at the water.
Grab your water glass and get ready to go to the study; you can't go out anyway.
"Chen Yulan." Chen Peiyuan called out to you as you passed the sofa.
You stop, "What's wrong?", and turn to look at him.
He pursed his lips, a first-aid kit beside him. "It's time to change the dressing."
"Oh," you replied, putting your water glass on the table and sitting down next to him, preparing to untie the straps yourself.
Chen Peiyuan immediately grasped your arm, then seemed to realize it wasn't right, and gently cupped it, saying, "Let me help you, it's inconvenient for you to do it yourself." The bow was quickly loosened by his gentle tug.
"Oh, thank you." You said a dry thank you, unable to say anything else.
For a moment, everything quieted down, and gradually, pieces of white cloth fell off and piled up on the ground.
After Chen Peiyuan removed the last bandage, a long, narrow wound appeared before him, and the sight made him gasp for breath.
He saw that the wound was almost the entire length of his forearm and about three centimeters wide. The wound was surrounded by small scabs, as if the bandage had been torn, causing blood to seep out. The horrific wound made him dizzy, and his chest felt like it was being squeezed by a sponge, both painful and tight. It was as if he had returned to the dream he had last night.
He saw the assailant holding a sharp knife to her. Little Chen Yulan was unarmed, lying on the ground with her eyes closed. His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He cried and rushed to her side, trying to shield her from the knife.
But it was no use. He watched helplessly as the knife pierced through his body and into Chen Yulan's body, the sight of flesh and blood tearing open. The shock caused him to kneel on the ground, screaming in pain. He wanted to hug her, his hands reaching through Chen Yulan. His vision blurred, and tears streamed down his face, dripping onto her body.
Chen Yulan was crying out in pain, her body trembling, but he could only stand by and watch helplessly, hating his own powerlessness.
At four in the morning, he got out of bed and sat alone in the living room until dawn.
Chen Peiyuan's hands are really big. In his hands, your arms become thin and small. He can wrap your entire forearm with one hand. In order to control the strength, the veins on the surface of his hands, which have distinct knuckles, are bulging.
It's quite pretty. Think about it, isn't this the kind of hand that everyone talks about as beautiful?
"Hey, this wound looks scary, but it's nothing serious." Seeing that Chen Peiyuan hadn't moved for a long time, you thought he was frightened by your wound and wanted to say something lighthearted to ease his mind.
When he still didn't say anything, you realized something was wrong.
Looking down, you were startled. "Don't cry, Chen Peiyuan." Chen Peiyuan had started crying again without you noticing, so quickly grab a tissue to wipe it away.
A warm feeling welled up inside you, soft yet bittersweet.
"Lanlan, does it hurt?" Chen Peiyuan carefully applied iodine and gently wiped it with a cotton swab, afraid of hurting you.
"It's a little itchy," you answered honestly. "You can press harder," you added, afraid he would continue like that.
"I'm sorry, Lanlan. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you yesterday." Chen Peiyuan threw away the cotton swab and tore off the bandage. "Lanlan was so brave. She bravely protected herself from getting hurt. I was still angry because Lanlan was disobedient. You didn't want this to happen either. I failed to protect you. I'm sorry."
His voice was choked with emotion, and tears dripped onto the sofa. Your heart softened, and you took a tissue to wipe them away.
One sheet of paper, two sheets of paper, three sheets of paper. It always felt like his tears would never end.
"I was wrong too, Chen Peiyuan. I had a bad dream a few days ago. I dreamt that you turned into a bad person and wanted to harm me, so I..."
As you listened to what he said, your eyes became sore and swollen, and you started to admit that you were wrong.
Hearing this, Chen Peiyuan looked up, his eyes swollen from crying. "I won't hurt your Lanlan, I swear." To prove it, he even raised his hand as if to swear.
You immediately stop them and nod in belief.
"I understand, I believe you, it's just that the dream was too real, I kept having it for days, that's why I unconsciously avoided you." You said apologetically.
Chen Peiyuan lowered his head again, said nothing, and tied the straps into a neat knot.
"Are you still angry with me?" You pulled your arm back and watched him bury his head in tidying up without saying a word. You forced yourself to say, "I apologize to you now. I realize my mistake and hope you can forgive me."
"Do you care if I get angry?" He had his back to you, and his words were mumbled; you might miss them if you weren't listening carefully.
"Huh?" You're confused. What does that mean? "What do you mean? Of course I care. You're angry with me." You're momentarily bewildered, not knowing what he meant by asking that.
He finally turned around, his face clean and his eyes, which had been crying, were clear and seemed to be shining. "I'm not angry, Lanlan. I would never be angry with you."
You were stunned. He looked so handsome when he smiled that your heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't until you felt a hand waving in front of your eyes that you snapped out of your daze—you were completely mesmerized by him!
Seeing his puzzled look, you reflexively stood up and said, "Oh, okay, I forgive you then. I'll go back to my room now."
After saying that, you ran back to your room as if you were fleeing, not caring at all about the expressions on the faces of those behind you.
Once you're back in your room, you relax, lean against the door, slowly slide down, and squat down on the floor.
'That was close! I almost fell for Chen Peiyuan's charm.'
You sit on the ground hugging your legs, resting your head on them, your eyes wandering aimlessly.
You recall the way Chen Peiyuan smiled at you just now; he looked so beautiful.
You already knew that Chen Peiyuan was very handsome.
You had just returned from abroad when your father threw you into the company, ostensibly to give you experience as an heir.
Having just returned, you couldn't adapt to the intense work environment, so you secretly went to the break room to call your dad and complain. After your protests to your father were fruitless, you had no choice but to slink back to the office.
Disheartened, you returned to your seat, only to be stopped halfway by a hand. You blinked and looked in the direction of the arm. It was your colleague in the row in front of you by the window. Your colleague stopped you, winking and making faces at you, leaving you completely confused. "What's wrong?" Your colleague pulled you over. "Want to hear some gossip? The supervisor isn't here today, so we're going to have afternoon tea and chat about some gossip."
When you were pulled over, three colleagues were already sitting in the corner, each holding snacks and looking excited.
Your colleague pulls you to sit down, and you sit in a circle. You notice that everyone's eyes are on you. You turn your head and see your team leader, Liu Xia.
Liu Xia smiled at you, "It's about to start, Xiao Chen. There are snacks over there, take them, don't be shy."
Then, she cleared her throat and addressed the group. "Today, I'm going to talk about that person." Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Liu Xia lowered her body and whispered, "It's that guy, the cpy."
"cpy, who? You really didn't understand?" Just as you were about to ask, your colleague leaned over and said, "It's Chen Peiyuan."
She seemed to be a formidable person. I grunted twice, smiled, and thanked her.
"Then everyone knows there's a saying about him that's been circulating in the martial arts world," Liu Xia added.
You raised an eyebrow as you heard him say this. This person is still talked about? You watched as everyone nodded in unison, saying it together.
'I'd rather provoke the King of Hell to tears than see Chen Peiyuan laugh.'
You're pondering this sentence over and over again; it's quite interesting. If you weren't interested in this person at first, now you're genuinely intrigued by their words.
Everyone said this seriously, as if they deeply understood it.
Liu Xia nodded as if satisfied. "That's right, that's the sentence. Do you know what it means?"
Everyone shook their heads. Liu Xia smiled at them and said, "Let's guess."
A colleague quickly raised his hand, "I've got it! It's because his smile is ugly." He was full of confidence.
Liu Xia shook his head smugly, "Guess again, guess again."
"Does he eat people when he laughs?" the female colleague asked, tilting her head in confusion.
Liu Xia burst into laughter, saying that her imagination was running wild.
When the female colleague noticed everyone staring at her, whether it was because she was being stared at or because he was laughing at her, a blush crept onto her face, and she became too shy to speak.
After that, several guesses came in succession, each one stranger than the last. Liu Xia just shook his head, laughed so hard he slapped the table, and kept saying his stomach hurt.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and tell us, or we won't listen!" Everyone was puzzled and kept urging Liu Xia to speak.
Liu Xialian said "okay, okay," wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Actually, it means that his laughter was very impactful."
Everyone was completely confused; it was as if he hadn't said anything at all.
You thought so back then too.
Until that time, when you, who were already the deputy general manager, accompanied your father to a rather important banquet.
Amidst laughter and conversation, raising their glasses in celebration, you stood by, forcing a smile until your face was practically frozen, until someone next to you said, "Why is Chen Peiyuan here too? Didn't he say he never participates in these kinds of events?" "Damn it, it really is him."
Chen Peiyuan? You listened quietly, and when you saw everyone staring in one direction and whispering, you naturally looked over as well.
As you pass through the crowd, a man seems to sense something, looks over, and meets your gaze.
In that instant, you felt your mind go blank, and you seemed to understand something.
The power of that sentence.
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