Chapter 22 Heartbeat 22 Introducing Her
The air froze. Xu Youjing didn't repeat exactly what Aunt Ping had said when he discovered her in the kitchen that afternoon. He just said, "Aunt Ping made the wrong purchase during the shopping trip."
"So that's how it is."
Wen Huai struggled to use the chopsticks and was not eating very smoothly.
Xu Youjing: "Are you okay? Do you want to change it back?"
She shook her head. "It's good to correct it this way. Otherwise, I'll never get rid of this bad habit. My dad has scolded me several times before."
Realizing what she had said, she pursed her lips and looked embarrassed.
Xu Youjing didn't care. "Just say whatever you want. There's no need to be shy."
Wen Huai was surprised, so he asked, "Don't you believe it?"
"I don't believe it."
Wen Huai paused.
She didn't expect Xu Youjing to know what the letter she was talking about was.
He looked disgusted, even resentful, and spoke quickly, "Death isn't the worst thing to fear; what's scary is being forgotten. If even you're hesitant to speak of it, then no one in the world will remember you. That's what true death is."
Xu Youjing's serious expression and the firmness he expressed also infected Wen Huai. She also listened to his words and nodded heavily.
Perhaps it was because it was rare to see her in such a serious mood, her usually calm features had a sense of distance, and the dimple on her left cheek was no longer visible, which showed that she had clearly listened attentively.
How to be like a good student.
Suddenly, he curled his lips, and the image of her when he met her in high school emerged in his mind.
He sat upright, writing his homework with his body straight. Even his handwriting was neat and every stroke was neat.
At that time, Teacher Wen often said to him:
"Your cursive writing is so wild and flamboyant, it's not as good as my daughter's in junior high school!"
"You don't know how to stand or sit properly, and you don't know how to sit or stand properly as well as a junior high school student!"
"You can't pay attention in class! You're worse than a twelve or thirteen year old!"
“…”
The little girl who had always existed in his ears was finally seen by Xu Youjing in midsummer June.
When he saw her for the first time, he thought to himself that the teacher was right to scold her.
She hasn't changed over the years.
Seriously, it's a little cute.
...
I don’t know whether Xu Youjing did it intentionally or not, but the two of them talked a lot during their first meal at home. It was just some casual talk, but Wen Huai’s eating speed really slowed down a lot.
After dinner, Xu Youjing went upstairs first because he had a video conference, while Wen Huai stayed on the first floor to talk to Aunt Ping.
"Do you like the food tonight?" Aunt Ping was washing the fruits she bought in the afternoon.
"It suits my taste and is very delicious!" Wen Huai was amazed at the first bite, but he didn't have the chance to praise it then. Now is the perfect time. While helping to wash, he said, "Every dish is my favorite."
Aunt Ping smiled without saying anything, but her eyes seemed to have something to say.
Wen Huai asked: "Did grandma say that?"
"You Jing said that." When she was finally asked, Aunt Ping started to talk non-stop. "This afternoon, she grabbed me and told me a lot, like you don't eat cilantro and prefer sweet and sour food. Oh, my ears are callused from listening to it so much."
Looking at Wen Huai's flushed cheeks, Aunt Ping smiled and teased her, "I've been at the Xu family for so long, but I haven't talked to me as much as You Jing did today. In the past, when his friends came over, he never told them what to eat. He just cooked as usual."
After saying that, Wen Huai sneezed several times.
Meeting Aunt Ping's worried gaze, she was about to explain when she tripped over a sneeze. Aunt Ping immediately turned around and got her a tissue.
"Xiao Ai, you have rhinitis, right? I almost forgot about it. I would have made dinner for you." She explained, "My old man has allergic rhinitis. Although Chinese medicine can suppress it, it didn't get better in due time. Later, I learned how to make medicinal food. He ate it for two winters and it got better. Why don't you try it? I know how to cook."
Wen Huai didn't want to trouble her, but seeing the expectation in her eyes, he couldn't refuse, so he just asked, "Auntie Ping, is it hard?"
Aunt Ping thought she was reluctant, but unexpectedly she was worried about this. She smiled and rubbed her nose. "It's not bitter, but delicious! Can I make it for you tomorrow night?"
Wen Huai's dimples were obvious: "Thank you, Aunt Ping."
"Don't be so formal."
Seeing Aunt Ping washing fruits and arranging dishes, she took the initiative to wash at the faucet. Aunt Ping didn't dare to push her out and had to let her do it.
When she was free, she remembered to ask Wen Huai: "Have you taken out the set of tableware for the baby's food supplement?"
Wen Huai blinked, "Yes..."
"Did Yujing give it to you?"
"......yes."
"This kid is quite duplicious."
This time, Wen Huai didn't need to ask; Aunt Ping explained herself, "The old lady accompanied us when we went shopping. When she saw the tableware, she thought this set was cute and bought it thinking your children would be able to use it in the future. In the afternoon, You Jing saw it and asked me about it, but he put it away right away and told me not to see it. He was even stunned when he saw it while clearing the table."
The hall was empty and the sound of running water was particularly obvious.
Wen Huai understood why he had that expression when she asked.
They shouldn't... have children.
Glancing towards the stairs, she tried to calm herself down: "Auntie Ping, do you know...what Yu Jing likes?"
"Youjing is not picky about food." Aunt Ping recalled, "We have been here since he was six years old and came to the old lady's house. It has always been like this."
Aunt Ping put the washed fruits on a plate, and Wen Huai said at the right time: "Aunt Ping, I'll go take it there."
"well."
Aunt Ping smiled and handed over the fruit plate. She swallowed the words "This is for you" and replaced them with "If it's not enough, Auntie has more here."
Wen Huai took the fruit plate and paused. Without explaining, he said "OK" awkwardly and left quickly.
She wanted to give the fruit plate to Xu Youjing and leave, to thank him and tell Aunt Ping about her preferences, but Aunt Ping seemed to misunderstand that she wanted to eat with him... No wonder Aunt Ping looked at her like that, it was so embarrassing.
After a long sigh, Wen Huai realized that he had not pressed the floor button, and sighed and pressed it.
She quickly reached the third floor and stood in front of the glass door of the study, wondering if knocking would disturb him. As she raised her hand, the glass door opened and she saw Xu Youjing.
He had changed into his home clothes. The simple black style looked good on him, making his skin look luminous without looking sickly. Xu Youjing put one hand in his pocket, his eyes lazy, and the casualness in his every move was different from what he saw at work.
It's another feeling.
It was as if he had just taken a shower, and there was a pleasant scent in the air.
Like gardenias.
Xu Youjing saw the fruit plate in her hand and took it. He brushed her fingertips with the back of his hand and looked up at her.
Wen Huai didn't understand what was going on, so he saw him gesture towards the chair.
In the field of vision, veins appeared on the fair arms, and the bony wrists drove the clear veins of the fingers. Every line was perfectly outlined, revealing a sense of power that was completely different from hers.
Suddenly, a French voice rang out from the silent room: "Jing, t'en penses quoi?" (Jing, what are you thinking?)
Wen Huai then realized that the meeting was not over yet and her arrival disturbed him.
Xu Youjing didn't care. He was about to speak when he was interrupted. He put the fruit plate on the table, sat down on the chair again, and replied in fluent standard French.
The deep, clear and magnetic voice immediately penetrated the silence and fell into her ears. The ending tone was lingering, like a sweet dessert just out of the oven, softening her earlobes.
They were the only ones in the huge study.
Some thoughts tend to germinate quietly, especially when no one is paying attention, and they become even more intense.
Wen Huai grew bolder, and she used the excuse of scratching her head to secretly look at the man at work.
His eyes slid down from the sharp outline, passed the thin lips that opened and closed, and reached the Adam's apple that was slightly floating up and down. Wen Huai couldn't help but sigh, it was huge and obvious.
She was stunned for a moment and forgot to cover her eyes. She didn't even notice that the wide floor-to-ceiling window behind Xu Youjing was reflecting her shadow, appearing in the video.
The video conference was still going on. Besides Xu Youjing and Xu Qiyuan, the other two were men with distinctly French looks, one with a tan and a beard, the other with fair skin and no beard.
At first, the four of them were discussing the work content. During the discussion, Xu Youjing suddenly said wait a moment. When they looked again, he was no longer on the screen.
A moment later, he came back, and at the same time, a figure appeared in the glass behind him.
I couldn't see clearly, but I could tell it was a woman.
This alone was enough to surprise them.
It looked like the layout of the house, and Xu Youjing was also dressed casually, so who was this woman...
Chloe, the bearded man, exchanged glances with the fair-skinned Li Xiaoming, then asked, "Jing, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, but I saw it in the reflection in the glass. Is your friend waiting for you? Do we need to suspend the meeting?"
Hearing this, Xu Qiyuan looked up, saw the shadow on the glass, and recognized who it was.
It was only at this time that Xu Youjing discovered the coincidence. He turned his head to look at the sofa, and his gaze happened to collide with Wen Huai's.
After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes to the plate of fruit, as if thinking about something.
"Then let's pause for ten minutes."
After he finished speaking, he ended the meeting and closed his computer.
Wen Huai was not very fluent in French, but she could communicate in simple terms due to work needs. She understood the meaning of Xu Youjing's last sentence and stood up to leave.
"Sorry, I thought you were done with the meeting." Pointing to the plate of fruit, "Auntie Ping washed it, remember to eat it, I'll go first-"
Xu Youjing stopped her and asked, "Why is your hand scratched?"
Subconsciously holding her palm, she was a little surprised that he could notice it, and said slowly: "I accidentally scratched it when I was printing the information today."
As he spoke, he had already walked around the long black table, entered the inner room and took out the medicine box.
He casually asked, "Is it the battery one?"
"right."
He was a little surprised that she finished it so quickly.
Find a Band-Aid in the medicine cabinet and say, "Lift your hands up."
Wen Huai did as he was told, and he lowered his head to apply the torn Band-Aid to her palm. As he left, his fingertips gently brushed against the area, causing her long, curly eyelashes to tremble.
He took out two untouched ones and gave them to her, "How did you do that?"
"I accidentally got scratched by paper."
"Don't touch water for the next two days."
"good."
After tidying things up again, Xu Youjing put them back in their original places before taking the fruit plate and placing it on the small coffee table.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Wen Huai made way: "Not yet."
"Then let's eat together."
He sat down beside her, and the fresh scent of gardenia came again, more clearly, surrounding Wen Huai, making her head heavy, and she still felt dizzy after sitting down.
Taking the fork from Xu Youjing, she lowered her eyes to glance at the Band-Aid, a light pink with many small strawberries printed on it. She thanked him, but was afraid of delaying him. She said, "It won't affect you, will it?"
"No." He picked up a piece of lychee flesh. "Aunt Ping bought the fruit herself this afternoon. It's very sweet. She would be sad if I left it unopened."
As if to explain why he asked her to stay for dinner.
Wen Huai responded and also started to pick up the lychee flesh.
The rich juice spreads in the mouth, sweet but not greasy, a little cool and very refreshing.
"Is it sweet?" he asked.
"Sweet." Wen Huai remembered that he had come to open the door for him and wondered, "How did you know I was at the door?"
He put it simply: "Glass doors can reflect people's reflections."
"oh."
Two-fifths of the fruit on the fruit plate had been eaten. Wen Huai put down his fork and Xu Youjing looked over and asked, "Not eating anymore?"
"Yeah." She rubbed her bulging belly and admitted, "I ate a lot at dinner."
Xu Youjing also put down his fork. Wen Huai stood up with a perceptive look. "Then you continue working. I'll go back to my room first."
"Thanks."
She paused, "How did you..."
"If you have a wound, don't touch water. Tell Aunt Ping if you want to eat anything."
Wen Huai's pupils dilated slightly.
He actually knew that she had washed the fruit as well.
"Don't bring it to me next time. It's troublesome. Just eat it yourself." He wiped his fingers with a wet tissue and stood up.
The intention of seeing him off was obvious, but Wen Huai thought about it and stopped to look at him.
"I don't think it's a bother, and you've paid attention to my taste and made dinner according to my preferences. I'm very happy. Because I don't know your preferences yet, I want to do something for you."
Meeting those pale eyes, Wen Huai's momentum weakened: "I just accepted the errand sent by Aunt Ping, running an errand."
It was quiet beside him, and his eyes were fixed on her unobstructed.
It was a very unfamiliar gaze, but Wen Huai had no time to care about it, his heart was in turmoil.
She folded her fingers together, wrinkling the bandage she had applied. She said sheepishly, "I'm leaving first."
Under his gaze, I pretended to be calm, turned around, and opened the glass door.
Just as her fingertips touched the cold door handle, the voice behind her made her heart burn:
"I hope you don't find it troublesome."
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The glass door was closed, the shadow left, and the room, which was once noisy, returned to its cold silence.
Xu Youjing stood there for a long time, looking at the closed door, wondering what he was thinking.
He let time slip by before calmly walking towards the table. After sitting down, he glanced at the empty sofa, turned on his computer, and rejoined the meeting.
As soon as he entered, he heard Chloe and Li Xiaoming gossiping about him to Xu Qiyuan. He coughed and got back to the topic.
However, the two of them had no intention of working at all. Chloe even joked, "You said ten minutes, and it's ten minutes. Jing, isn't this too fast?"
Xu Qiyuan rolled her eyes when she heard that, her patience was already running out.
Li Xiaoming was much more normal than him. "Jing, was that lady just now your partner or lover? Is she safe? Is it okay that she overheard our meeting?"
"You didn't tell them?"
Xu Youjing spoke, but the question was directed at Xu Qiyuan.
She raised her eyes, her impatience reaching its peak: "Who is she to me? You want me to tell you."
The implication is that Xu Youjing was being accused of not doing enough.
His indifferent eyes were filled with a smile. He opened his lips and spoke in fluent French in a graceful and pleasant way:
"She is my wife. She just came to deliver the washed fruit."
"I trust her very much."
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