Chapter 177: You Can't Bear to Let Me Die
Chapter 177: You Can't Bear to Let Me Die
Fu Yanjing was about to deny it, thinking that he was strong and healthy, so how could he have caught a cold?
But he inadvertently met the woman's wet eyes, which were filled with worry and doubt.
Some instincts seem to be released in an instant.
He's a natural at playing the victim and being a manipulative, manipulative guy.
Fu Yanjing pursed his lips and coughed a few times in a suppressed manner, his long and distinct eyelashes drooping down, giving him a fragile appearance.
He uttered a low, monosyllable, "Mmm."
This answer was beyond Wen Jinye's comprehension.
Wen Jin had personally experienced his body's condition, so how could it have become so fragile?
His clear pupils dilated, and his head tilted slightly as if judging the truth of the statement.
Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice a perfectly hoarse tone, "It's probably because I got caught in the rain; the temperature drops quickly in Jiangbei."
A very reasonable explanation.
This immediately reminded Wen Jin of how he had helped her hold the kitten.
The huge umbrella was also tilted towards him.
His shirt was soaked through at the time; even if he didn't do anything special, he certainly put in the effort.
Of course, she had no idea how much scheming lay hidden beneath that calm, placid face.
Wen Jin also offered a reasonable solution: "Then wait here for a moment, I'll go and make you a bowl of ginger soup."
The corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed it.
He coughed a few more times, feigning an apology, "Sorry for the trouble."
Such a pitiful expression was something Wen Jin had never seen before.
For a moment, I wondered if he had a high fever and damaged his brain.
She shouldn't be moved by such vulnerability.
Wen Jin also tried her best to keep a cold expression. "You got sick here because I just didn't want you to hold me responsible."
Fu Yanjing felt that Wen Jin also had too deep a prejudice against him.
Yes, he did it himself in the past.
But she couldn't help but defend herself: "How could I be so heartless?"
Wen Jinye's gaze swept over the sleeping kitten, everything understood without a word.
She learned her lesson so quickly.
She turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Fu Yanjing's deep voice came: "But I'm still very happy that you don't want me to die."
At least it's not so cold and distant, like strangers.
Wen Jin also started boiling water, saying, "I'm not that heartless."
Those two interlocking glass doors separated a world filled with the smoke of cooking, a world of gentle tranquility.
As the pot boiled and steam swirled, her graceful and slender figure appeared both alluring and hazy, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Chiu Chiu squatted at Wen Jinye's feet, thinking it was a share, its round, black puppy eyes blinking as it looked at her.
The puppy's world revolves around her.
If only he had realized his true feelings sooner, such peaceful and warm days would have been possible.
If only he had understood the meaning of "cherish" earlier—
Perhaps this is the life he has never had or enjoyed before.
A dull ache gradually rose in his heart. He wished he could stay in this moment a little longer, so he could deceive himself and weave a beautiful dream for himself.
Unfortunately, once the door opened, the dream ended.
Wen Jin calmly brought over the ginger soup.
She said in a meticulous tone, "Drink it while it's hot. You can send me a price list regarding the follow-up costs of your vaccination. If you feel that catching a cold is also my responsibility, I can transfer the subsequent medical expenses to you as well."
I don't want to have any further involvement with him.
Fu Yanjing lowered his head, stirring the steaming ginger soup in the bowl with a spoon, his voice extremely low:
"Wen Jinye, do I really have no chance at all?"
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Qinghuai Road is so far from the city center, even if he were a street urchin, he wouldn't happen to pass by here.
That simple, low question revealed Fu Yanjing's true intentions, whether calm or vulnerable.
Wen Jin suddenly didn't know how to face Fu Yanjing. This almost shameless behavior made him feel so out of place.
So much so that her tone wasn't like an interrogation, but more like a sense of helplessness: "You went through all this trouble just to ask me for confirmation of an answer you already knew?"
This rhetorical question undoubtedly reiterates the expected answer.
Fu Yanjing paused in his actions. "Do I still have a chance to verify those things I don't know?"
His voice suddenly tightened, becoming low and slow, as if afraid of disturbing Wen Jin's resistant emotions.
"I went back to the Xishan Mansion and found that yellowed one-inch photo. When did you decide to keep that photo, or even longer before that—?"
Wen Jin's eyes flickered slightly.
Those sealed memories are covered by nothing more than a thin layer of paper.
Incited by Fu Yanjing's words, there was a possibility of it breaking down at any moment.
She clenched her fingers tightly, unwilling to recall the past, afraid that the window paper would tear and her emotions would overflow.
Let's relive the bittersweet memories of liking Fu Yanjing back then.
"Stop rowing against the current."
To trace back to the source, there must at least be a starting point.
But she only ever had one-sided memories of Fu Yanjing.
"But my heart is empty, Wen Jinye."
He closed his eyes briefly; in the darkness, many words didn't need to be thought out, they simply came from his heart:
"I've lost so many important things, and I want to find them back, even if it's just a little bit, even if it's just some long-forgotten memories. I'm holding onto the things you left behind, desperately trying to go back in time. Wen Jinye, please give me a clue?"
What exactly is he desperately searching for?
"But I've never appeared in your memory in the past." Tears welled in her eyes instantly, and Wen Jin forced herself to maintain a calm, indifferent demeanor.
"Besides, that photo wasn't considered lost property of mine. Now, for me, it's been returned to its rightful owner."
Listen closely to the choked words, and you'll hear another unspoken meaning: "Fu Yanjing, I've finally returned what you left on me."
"Knock knock knock—"
A dull thumping sound came from above the ceiling.
Xunxun didn't know what he had dropped.
The sudden sound instantly shattered the bittersweet emotions floating in the air.
Wen Jin suddenly realized what was happening and quickly turned around and ran to the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon filled the air.
After calming down, Fu Yanjing began to blame himself for not keeping his composure.
Why are you acting like a spoiled brat, throwing yourself into disarray?
The gap between them is too deep; continuing to entangle them will only push Wen Jin further away.
Only persistent dripping can wear away stone.
With a single breath, Fu Yanjing had already concealed all the subtle reactions between his brows.
When Wen Jinye came out again, he restrained himself from looking at Wen Jinye's reddened eyes.
I made her cry again.
Reverse operation, Heavenly Law +1.
The familiar, light fragrance filled the air, and Fu Yanjing had to restrain himself even when breathing.
Wen Jin also said, "After returning from the port city, we made a promise—"
Fu Yanjing dared not listen to what followed. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he interrupted Wen Jinye just as she was about to say what she was about to say:
"Don't worry, I'm not here to disrupt your peaceful life."
He came to join her life.
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