Chapter 109: A Yellowed Note
Chapter 109: A Yellowed Paper Slip
"Ding-dong—"
The Lalamove driver was carrying a large box as he came out of the elevator.
He didn't notice the strange atmosphere, but was a little surprised to see Fu Yanjing. "Hey? Don't you have a girlfriend? Then why did you need me to bring her up? It costs ten yuan more each time."
The two people, one inside and one outside, completely blocked the entrance. The shopkeeper asked, "Miss, should I put your things by the door or inside?"
"in."
"Outside."
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.
The craftsman looked troubled. "Where should I put it? This thing is very heavy."
The half-open door seemed to bear two opposing forces, but this confrontation was more of a cat-and-mouse game.
The difference in strength between men and women was so great that Fu Yanjing's hand, which was braced against the door frame, didn't even show a single vein, while Wen Jinye couldn't close the door even with all his might.
He lowered his sharp gaze and instead displayed a calm and confident demeanor.
"Let someone take it in; the driver has it tough working so late at night."
To hear such compassionate words from a capitalist in my lifetime.
This eerie sense of dissent is no less intense than when you hear your teacher say in school that everyone is tired and there won't be any homework assigned on the weekend.
He not only showed consideration for his master, but also for Wen Jinye, saying, "Besides, you'll have to move it sooner or later if you leave it outside."
Clearly, the weight of this box was beyond what Wen Jin could bear.
Wen Jin could only step aside at the doorway, casually pointing to the boxes on the ground that hadn't been tidied up yet, "This is fine."
"Okay."
She then politely took some water from the refrigerator and thanked the chef in a friendly voice.
When the driver entered the elevator, he found that Fu Yanjing was already sitting on the sofa.
In his hand, he was currently flipping through one of An Yu's favorite books from high school.
He seemed perfectly normal at that moment, and even his tone was quite interested.
“Jiangbei No.1 High School uses the last two periods of every Friday afternoon as free reading time. You used to like reading this in high school.”
"This is none of your business."
Fu Yanjing looked extremely serious as he flipped through the pages, as if he were really thinking.
He smirked, not only wanting to see it, but also to publicly execute it:
The man suddenly grabbed the woman's wrist, pinning her against the wall. The cold wall sent shivers down her spine. He leaned down and kissed her collarbone, saying, "You'll never escape me in this lifetime."
His voice was hoarse and deep, making the already difficult words even more intriguing when spoken by him.
Wen Jin's face was burning hot, as red as a nearly cooked shrimp, almost swallowed up by embarrassment.
Unexpectedly, one day she learned for the first time, through this method, that An Yu loved reading books.
Back then, An Yu would whisper sweet nothings in Wen Jinye's ear, "Oh my god, it's so beautiful, this is love!"
In her teenage years, she thought love was always subtle and pure.
Looking at the undisguised change on her face, Fu Yanjing's frustration at being kept in the dark about being in the same school as Wen Jin also vanished.
His voice had an inexplicable allure, its slightly magnetic quality making it sound exceptionally tender, "Wen Jinye, do you like forced love?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Her tone was somewhat annoyed.
Whether she's angry or cursing, she only says a few things over and over again, and she doesn't seem to know how to fight back.
Fu Yanjing narrowed his eyes with pleasure, the novel in his palm swaying. "Ironclad evidence."
Wen Jin also tried to snatch it back, saying, "Give it back to me."
He leaned back on the sofa, using his long arms to raise his hands high.
Wen Jin could only lean closer to the sofa and bend down to grab it.
In her eagerness, she was completely unaware that the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer.
Her fingertips touched the edge of the book several times.
But Fu Yanjing easily dodged it.
The width of the sofa still somewhat affected Wen Jinye's performance, so she simply knelt on one leg on the soft sofa, while the other foot tiptoed on the ground with her movements.
Chiu Chiu thought this was some kind of entertainment activity and excitedly circled around the sofa.
Wen Jin almost stepped on it as well.
In her panicked dodge, Wen Jin's knees buckled, and she fell onto the sofa into Fu Yanjing's arms.
Her hand, which was instinctively looking for a foothold, landed on Fu Yanjing's thigh. The burning sensation and the feeling of surging power seeped into her palm through the thin fabric of his suit pants, spreading to her limbs and bones.
Wen Jin reflexively tried to get up, but a warm hand grabbed her lower back.
Her pajamas had rolled up a bit due to the accident, and Fu Yanjing's fingertips, as if carrying an electric current, touched her skin directly.
Why are you running? Do I have thorns on my legs?
Wen Jin was also held captive in Fu Yanjing's arms in this ambiguous position, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.
A night breeze blew through the window, causing the white gauze curtains to flutter and fall gently, making a soft rustling sound as they brushed against the ground.
The living room was lit with warm-toned lights, creating a beautiful, warm yellow ambiance.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his warm breath brushed against her ear, "Wen Jinye, the person you liked in high school—"
Is it me?
Fu Yanjing didn't finish his sentence.
The thin strip of paper tucked between the pages of the book was shaken out and fluttered between the two of them.
Fu Yanjing picked it up casually, assuming it was a collection of her delicate thoughts from her teenage years.
The paper was already yellowed, and the writing was starting to fade and become lighter.
When Fu Yanjing's gaze focused on the few lines of messy handwriting, he froze as if he had been slapped in the face.
Wen Jin followed his gaze and also saw the words on it:
"Zhou Jichen, when will you see me? I will always be behind you."
"When you graduate, I think I will stand in front of you with all my might and let you see how much I love you."
This is... An Yu's secret.
"duang~"
Chiu Chiu knocked over its food bowl. Wen Jin had just opened the can of food for Chiu Chiu when she got home that evening, but it hadn't finished it.
The small stainless steel basin fell from the shelf with a crisp sound, accompanied by a buzzing echo.
Like a deep bell striking their minds.
Wen Jin suddenly realized what was happening. At that moment, Fu Yanjing loosened his grip on her, and Wen Jin abruptly pulled away.
As Fu Yanjing clenched his palm, the note crumpled and twisted, eventually turning into a ball.
His face was as gloomy as the night sky outside the window, where dark clouds obscured the moon.
so--
It was all just wishful thinking on his part.
When she stood on the edge of the playground in high school, her gaze wasn't fixed on herself, but on Zhou Jichen beside her.
My heart, which had been pounding with anticipation, has now plummeted to rock bottom.
For the first time in his life, Fu Yanjing experienced an emotional rollercoaster.
He didn't know what he was expecting on his way here, nor did he know what was making him feel depressed and heavy-hearted.
Fu Yanjing laughed angrily, "So—you liked Zhou Jichen in high school?"
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