40 Chapter 40
◎ “You can come to me anytime.”◎
Ying Yun did what he said and came back quickly.
However, Yang Xueyi felt that every minute of waiting was like a year.
When he finally opened the door and came in exhausted, Yang Xueyi, who had been sitting upright on the sofa, couldn't help herself and stood up almost subconsciously.
"Ying Yun, why are you so slow?"
In reality, only half an hour had passed, but Ying Yun didn't argue, only whispering an apology: "I'm sorry."
After his apology, Yang Xueyi felt uncomfortable and angry again - was he just casually apologizing because of the blow from the patient incident?
In the past, Ying Yun often disdained to even offer explanations, let alone apologize.
"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."
Ying Yun was stunned for a moment, then looked away: "I'll go take a shower right away."
"No need to shower!"
What the hell was he thinking! Yang Xueyi wasn't some lecherous devil!
She clarified on the spot: "I didn't ask you to come back because of this."
Yang Xueyi was filled with righteous indignation: "You made an appointment to discuss your red envelope matter, right?"
Ying Yun paused noticeably, his voice a little low: "Well, you saw those online too?"
He lowered his gaze, standing in a backlit area, his profile hidden in the shadows. "The patient was very emotional at the time. She felt that I wouldn't perform the surgery properly if I didn't accept the red envelope. To comfort her and reassure her, I accepted it, but immediately after I did..."
"You don't have to tell me. I believe you. No matter how difficult your situation is, you wouldn't take advantage of patients or seek a few red envelopes."
Yang Xueyi felt a pang of bitterness in her heart: "So you were going to discuss this tonight, right?"
"Um."
Ying Yun's reaction was indifferent, and his calmness made Yang Xueyi even more worried. His fierce anger and cursing would be even better than such calmness. His excessive calmness made Yang Xueyi feel that he had been completely crushed by life and had completely accepted this unfair treatment.
Yang Xueyi doesn't want Ying Yun to be like this.
"Stop talking about it!"
"No apologies!"
Yang Xueyi knew she was overstepping her bounds a bit. This was Ying Yun's personal matter, and it was not her place to interfere. But she couldn't help herself, "Ying Yun, everyone is fighting for their dignity. You haven't done anything wrong, so why should you endure unfair treatment? As an individual, you can certainly lull yourself into believing you're magnanimous and forgiving, but even if you consider the medical staff like you, you can't lead the way in forgiving!"
"This unhealthy trend of blackmailing medical staff should be stopped! Only when such behavior is seriously countered every time can there be fewer imitators in the future."
"I know many people say that doctors need to be kind and have great benevolence and righteousness, but true kindness is when it has a sharp edge. Tolerating everything without a bottom line is not kindness, it's indulgence."
During the half-hour wait, these words had already been turning over in her mind, and Yang Xueyi could hardly wait to say them out loud.
"Qianqian is sick. I accidentally heard it when I took her to the hospital today. If you don't apologize and try to reconcile with the other party, the hospital will punish your department and deduct your salary, right?"
Yang Xueyi said with a fierce look on her face: "I just transferred 60,000 yuan to you, you can use it."
Faced with this dilemma, Ying Yun's excessive self-esteem probably made it difficult for him to bow his head and honestly ask Yang Xueyi to borrow money. It would be better for her to lend him the money herself.
"Use this money to pay the fines that were withheld from the department for being implicated. Use the rest to find a lawyer and sue that female internet celebrity for slander and defamation. Make sure she pays the price. Don't let any of those online netizens who are swearing and stirring up trouble go unpunished."
"Ying Yun, you absolutely cannot apologize."
Ying Yun was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone. Apparently, he had just seen Yang Xueyi's transfer record. "Yang Xueyi, I don't need the money. I'll return it to you. It hasn't come to that yet."
Ying Yun stared at Yang Xueyi. Perhaps Yang Xueyi's willingness to support him in his most difficult time by giving him money had already moved him enough. His eyes softened and his voice became softer: "Aren't you short of money yourself?"
"Don't return it to me! I won't take it! I'll keep it for you." Yang Xueyi said firmly, "I mean, I'm not well-off. I need to keep some money for emergencies, so I won't consider any unnecessary large purchases."
"This reserve fund is my confidence. Although it's not much, it at least allows me to not be forced to do things that go against my heart just to make a living when I face a job I don't like and colleagues I hate. I can choose not to endure it and just quit."
Yang Xueyi explained seriously, "To put it simply and crudely, it's like 'fuck you money' in English. If you encounter something disgusting, because of the confidence and freedom that money gives you, you can directly tell the other person 'fuck you, I quit!' and then tell them to get lost."
"This money was originally intended for situations like this, so it's no problem giving it to you now." Yang Xueyi glanced at Ying Yun. "Besides, I'm so lucky. I won't be as unlucky as you to encounter such a thing, so I definitely won't need it in the short term. Since you're so unlucky, you should use it first."
Sure enough, after I said this, Ying Yun's expression became complicated.
Yang Xueyi was afraid that he would refuse again to save face, so she took the initiative before he could open his mouth.
"And don't think I'm selfless." Yang Xueyi cleared her throat, not wanting to burden Ying Yun with too much psychological pressure. "You can think of this money I give you as an investment. A drop of water should be repaid with a spring. Isn't that a lot of things? I'm helping you when you're down. When you make a comeback, you can repay me."
Ying Yun's expression was somewhat obscure. He seemed to calmly remind Yang Xueyi of the facts: "It's an indisputable fact that my father and I have no blood relationship. I haven't started a business either, so there's no possibility of me suddenly making a comeback one day."
His voice was a little low: "Yang Xueyi, I'm just a doctor. There's no need for you to invest in me. I'll return the money to you."
Even when faced with this situation, Ying Yun's emotions remained quite stable. His face didn't look decadent or depressed as he spoke these words, but the more he spoke like this, the more uncomfortable Yang Xueyi felt. He was emotionally numb! He even seemed to accept this kind of life, as if he had developed a serious sense of unworthiness, believing that good things shouldn't happen to him!
Too bad for Ying Yun!
"Why is it no longer necessary?" Yang Xueyi suppressed the turmoil in her heart. "In modern society, regardless of wealth, everyone gets sick. So who wouldn't want to have a few doctor friends?"
"Ying Yun, even if you're not a rich young man but just a doctor, are you still yourself? With your professional abilities, won't you make great achievements in orthopedics in the future?"
"I'm investing in you now. If you become a big name in the orthopedics field in the future, won't that also be my resources and connections?" Yang Xueyi stared at Ying Yun. "I've dislocated my joints several times before. What if I become a habitual dislocation in the future? Wouldn't it be safer with you around?"
Ying Yun glanced at Yang Xueyi and curled his lips: "Yang Xueyi, how many times can you break your arms and legs in your lifetime? Can't you count on yourself to be better? How much use can I have to you?"
How could this person be like this? He refuses to listen to anything!
Yang Xueyi remembered that the medical staff said Ying Yun had even gone to the psychiatric department. It seemed that after experiencing these things, Ying Yun was full of self-denial and a little depressed. She felt that he needed some encouragement and affirmation.
"You're an orthopedic surgeon, but you must have good friends in other departments within the hospital system, right? So if I have a headache or a fever someday, can't you help me find your colleagues and ask them to take care of me when I see you?"
"Bank interest rates are incredibly low right now, and it's easy to lose money buying financial funds. So just consider it as an investment you're making. When I ask for your money back, you can pay me interest at three times the current bank rate. Is that okay?"
"Anyway, you can't just let this matter go. You're not at fault, so why are you admitting it? Show your old attitude. I've never seen you admit anything to me before, so why should you admit it to someone else first? If you want to admit your fault, admit it to me first!"
Ying Yun looked a little amused, but he still explained in a good-tempered manner: "I have no intention of reconciling with the patient who slandered me. I will sue her and will not admit my mistake."
"Sue? Then how would you sue?" Yang Xueyi glared at Ying Yun. "If you had the spare money to sue, you could have rented a place on your own in the beginning. Why are you sharing a house with me now?"
Ying Yun was stunned for a moment, as if he had just remembered this. He was unusually silent, but his expression was a little subtle and complicated.
This is what happens when you are used to being rich, and you can’t even remember for a moment that you are poor.
But even so, Ying Yun remained quite steady. He glanced at Yang Xueyi and said in a complicated tone, "Yang Xueyi, haven't you heard a saying? When you lend money to others, you should be prepared to not get it back."
Ying Yun's voice became softer: "Have you really thought it through? You're so kind to me that you'd lend me your savings."
Is it better for you to respond to it yourself?
It seemed to be pretty good, so good that it obviously exceeded Yang Xueyi's inner safety line, but Yang Xueyi didn't want to admit it.
Before Ying Yun returned home, she'd actually urgently read a few articles on overcoming depression. The most important thing for someone experiencing depression and despair in the face of adversity is not to leave them alone. They should be accompanied by a lively atmosphere, kept busy, and made to feel needed. Only then can they finally move on from self-denial and recognize their own self-worth...
Yang Xueyi thought randomly, it wasn’t really because of her good nature, it was mainly because she was kind.
It was Ying Yun who was in trouble, but he seemed to not want Yang Xueyi to help him. He urged Yang Xueyi to calm down, and at this moment, he just lowered his eyes: "Yang Xueyi, you'd better think about it carefully. I'm actually not of much use to you. Do you really have to be so nice to me?"
"How can it be of no use?! My insomnia hasn't been cured!" Yang Xueyi didn't know what was wrong with her. It might be a momentary impulse, but more likely it was due to some unknown cause. She wanted to cover up her bluffing out of guilt. In short, by the time she reacted, these words had already come out of her mouth.
She glared at Ying Yun, then quickly looked away and said angrily, "So you still have to continue to accompany me."
Ying Yun was stunned. Perhaps because Yang Xueyi made such an unreasonable request so calmly, his overly calm armor seemed to be finally broken. Ying Yun's eyes widened slightly, but he did not refuse fiercely on the spot.
Yang Xue couldn't think of any other reason to be with Ying Yun, so she had to bite the bullet and take an unconventional approach. She felt really guilty, and her palms were sweating slightly. She didn't want Ying Yun to see any clues. She always felt that if Ying Yun saw that she liked her, she would be at a disadvantage, and in the end she would be controlled by Ying Yun and not be cherished as she should be.
She felt that her reasons were reasonable.
After all, it seems that it is more convincing to say that you need someone to accompany you with insomnia than to say that you need a doctor's connection, and it makes you feel that you are actually needed.
Even if Yang Xueyi saw an orthopedic surgeon, she would have many options. But if she wanted to "treat" her insomnia...
After a moment of daze, Ying Yun quickly looked away, but this time, his previous disguise was finally broken, revealing his normal reaction to the unexpected disaster of receiving the red envelope.
Ying Yun's expression was somewhat dejected, and his tone was a bit self-deprecating: "Yang Xueyi, you don't necessarily need me to treat you. I'm not the only one who can do it."
Yang Xueyi didn't want to see such a sad expression on Ying Yun's face.
The words came out on impulse.
"Why aren't you the only one?"
"It's so hard to find a clean, non-clingy man." Yang Xueyi said with a fierce look, "And you know, even if I find a clean man, even if he agrees to help me with my insomnia, I'm so charming. What if he falls for me after being with me for a long time? If he pesters me to be his boyfriend, it will be difficult for me to deal with it."
Yang Xueyi glanced at Ying Yun and said, "But you're okay."
After a moment of silence, Ying Yun looked up at Yang Xueyi, his voice becoming hoarse: "Why am I okay?"
"Because you don't like me."
If Ying Yun hadn't fallen on hard times, they wouldn't have shared the apartment, and Yang Xueyi wouldn't have taken the opportunity to bully him.
This is of course the truth, and Yang Xueyi has known it for the past ten years.
Although she said it in a casual manner at this moment, Yang Xueyi couldn't help feeling the sour feeling of stabbing herself in the back.
But the more this happened, the more Yang Xueyi pretended to be free and unrestrained - it was already unlucky enough that she had a crush on Ying Yun. If this secret love that would never be reciprocated were to be known by the person involved, it would be hell.
You must, you must not let Ying Yun know.
But I don’t know if it’s because he doubted Yang Xueyi’s words, but Ying Yun’s face, which was calm and composed just now, now looked very bad and solemn, as if he wanted to say something.
Under the dim light, there was his silent profile, tightly pursed lips and furrowed brows.
Fearing that Ying Yun would refuse, Yang Xueyi almost took the initiative and looked at Ying Yun with a nonchalant look, "So you don't have to worry about me pestering you about this kind of thing, insisting on being your girlfriend or marrying you."
"I simply want to find a clean man I don't dislike. If he doesn't like me, I don't like him either. I don't have to worry about anything." She said with a straight face, "If I like him, I can't do that. I'm afraid I'll get stuck in it. If he likes me, I can't do that either. I'll feel a psychological burden and feel it's unfair to him. I'm also afraid he'll pester me or make it difficult for me to move on. Anyway, I will definitely not look for someone who likes me romantically."
Yang Xueyi didn't want to be seen through, so she raised her chin, not looking into Ying Yun's eyes, and began to find a way out for Ying Yun to reject her: "Anyway, I don't have any improper thoughts about you."
"Ying Yun, you don't have that kind of feelings towards me, right? It's only fair that we don't like each other."
After Yang Xueyi finished speaking, she turned to look at Ying Yun.
Perhaps it was because being needed for this kind of thing was always more difficult to talk about than being needed for professional ability or some kind of character. Ying Yun's expression was quite unpleasant, as if he was forced to eat a dish he hated, but he still swallowed it without saying a word.
At this moment, Yang Xueyi's heart was beating like a drum. The courage she had just given up was gone, and her face felt hot as if it had been stoked by fire. Now, she realized belatedly that Ying Yun might not agree to such a long-term relationship.
After all, he is so arrogant.
"So, Yang Xueyi, you want to be friends with benefits with me now?"
As he found it difficult to say the word "fuck buddy", Ying Yun even used English.
He looked at Yang Xueyi: "If I like you, will you change someone else?"
It sounds so ambiguous, but is it really possible?
Yang Xueyi hadn't planned for this kind of development. It felt like she was a primary school student being forced into a university classroom to take an exam. All she could do was speak insincerely and offer a messy, vague response: "That's about right. If it doesn't work, forget it."
Even though she was hateful in front of Ying Yun, Yang Xueyi didn't want to appear pitiful.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that at a certain moment under the interlaced lights, Ying Yun's face looked a little dull.
But soon, Yang Xueyi realized that she had indeed seen it wrong.
Because Ying Yun lowered his head, lowered his gaze, put his left hand behind his back, and responded calmly -
"Um."
His tone was calm: "Indeed, I don't have that kind of intention towards you. You can rest assured."
After getting the answer that this was indeed the case, Yang Xueyi felt relieved but also felt extremely uncomfortable.
She acted very casual. "In that case, you can continue to accompany me to treat my insomnia, but let me make three rules in advance. During your treatment, you cannot look for anyone else. This is equally binding on both of us. In addition, if either party finds someone they like, they must inform the other party immediately and the relationship will end immediately. No immorality allowed!"
Yang Xueyi thought about it carefully and felt that there was actually nothing wrong with this.
At least Ying Yun's young body was hers to enjoy.
"So you don't have to pay me back the 60,000 yuan now. Just settle that dispute. It's not that I don't want you to pay me back, but you should work hard at the hospital and pay me back a little bit of your salary every month. Don't think of quitting or anything like that until you've paid back the principal and interest. And don't think I'm giving you 60,000 yuan out of charity. I simply hope you can feel better so I don't have to suffer from insomnia."
Having said that, Yang Xueyi had no intention of asking Ying Yun for interest.
The 60,000 yuan was indeed money she had saved for a long time, but she didn't think too much about it when she lent it out. She just hoped that Ying Yun could get through the difficulties first.
She stared at Ying Yun's silent profile and continued, "After all, if you have to work overtime every day to deal with these disputes, what will I do if I can't sleep at night?"
"Don't be depressed or depressed because of something like this. If you're not in good physical or mental condition, what will happen to my insomnia? To some extent, I'm half your patient now. As a doctor, Ying Yun, you have to be responsible for me."
Yang Xueyi said viciously: "Even if you don't work overtime, being depressed and unhappy about these things will affect your performance!"
Ying Yun was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't want to refute, but in the end he couldn't help it. His voice was low and he said, "It won't affect you."
But fortunately, after I said this, Ying Yun no longer refused the 60,000 yuan.
He only glanced at Yang Xueyi and said, "From now on, I will take care of all the household expenses. When you need to spend money, just come to me. After all, this is all your savings, so from now on, all the household expenses will be taken care of by me. You can take me with you when you go shopping, party, or meet friends. I'll pay the bill, okay?"
That's fine.
Yang Xueyi nodded. "Okay. I remember you have tomorrow off, right? I'll ask Qianqian for a recommendation and find a lawyer she knows. She can give us a discount, and I'll take you to see him. We'll quickly sign an agreement and make those who spread rumors and bullying online pay the price."
As a result, Ying Yun felt a little uncomfortable after he said that: "No need." He avoided Yang Xueyi's gaze and said, "I can find a lawyer myself."
That won’t do!
Yang Xueyi was afraid that Ying Yun would make a big deal out of a small matter again, so under the heavy pressure from the hospital and the bizarre female internet celebrity patient, she chose to keep quiet and insisted on going to see a lawyer together. "Don't be afraid. There are many lawyers who charge good and low prices for online infringement cases like yours. 60,000 yuan to handle this case plus the fine your department has paid is more than enough! If you win the infringement lawsuit, you can even ask the defendant to pay your legal fees!"
After Yang Xueyi finished speaking, she was about to use her cell phone to contact Qianqian to recommend a lawyer, but before she could dial, Ying Yun stopped her.
"Yang Xueyi, I will go find Lawyer Wu."
Yang Xueyi then remembered that Ying Yun naturally knew a lawyer. Lawyer Wu was the lawyer who had served Ying Yun's mother for a long time, but...
"Lawyer Wu is very expensive and not worth it."
Ying Yun was very calm: "Maybe he's willing to give me a discount, let's try it first."
And give you a discount? What are you thinking!
It is obvious that one should be more realistic after experiencing the ups and downs of life, but Ying Yun's expression when he said this was firm and confident. I don't know how a person can be so naive.
Lawyers are not doing charity work, so why would they be willing to take business at a discount?
But Yang Xueyi didn't burst Ying Yun's fantasy again. She just insisted: "If Lawyer Wu is willing, that's fine. If not, we can find a lawyer I know. Anyway, I want to go with you. Just treat me as the one who supervises the whereabouts of the funds. I paid the money, so I have the right to ensure that it is used wisely."
Ying Yun still seemed a little resistant, but probably because Yang Xueyi was the investor, he didn't say anything in the end, as if he acquiesced somewhat helplessly.
He stared into Yang Xueyi's eyes: "Yang Xueyi, thank you."
Ying Yun has a high nose bridge and looks unrealistically handsome. His eyes are so focused that it seems as if he will only look at Yang Xueyi from now on. He always has that ability. Although his personality is cold and difficult to approach, he has a pair of affectionate eyes. When he stares at people, they can unconsciously make people indulge in dreams.
He stared into Yang Xueyi's eyes: "I know you gave me 60,000 because you wanted to help me."
"Now you know how good I am?" Yang Xueyi couldn't help but said, "You treated me so badly before."
I don’t know if it was out of gratitude or sincerity, but Ying Yun answered without wasting a second this time.
He lowered his head, almost resignedly: "I'm sorry."
"I was a little mean to you before." Ying Yun looked at the clock not far away, his voice a little unnatural. For the first time in his life, he admitted his mistakes for the past ten years. "For many reasons, I was very naive and stupid back then."
"When you came to my house, it was the worst time of my life."
Although Yang Xueyi still felt aggrieved when she thought about it now, looking at Ying Yun's expression, she had her own guesses: "Adolescent rebellion, huh? You were so hostile to me, and I tried so hard to make a good impression on you. You were so mean to me, and now you regret it? A friend in need is a friend indeed. You can see how upright I am, right?"
"Yeah. Regret it."
"So I will listen to you. I won't admit my mistake to the patient who slandered me, but I will admit my mistake to you first. I'm not that good at eighteen years old. I made you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Yang Xueyi."
The night outside the window was silent and the stars were shining. Ying Yun in front of him was so gentle that it was almost unreal.
When she impulsively gave Ying Yun 60,000 yuan, she didn't expect to get anything from him, but at this moment, what Ying Yun gave was already worth the money.
His apology brought Yang Xueyi back to her bitter youth, making her feel a little relieved.
"Actually, besides being a rebellious teenager, there were other reasons for my bad temper back then." Nighttime always makes people want to talk more. Ying Yun seemed to have flipped a switch, willing to open his heart to Yang Xueyi. His voice was low, "I know these all sound like excuses. People shouldn't be hostile to others for any reason. It's not justified."
"But it was a major upheaval for me at the time." Ying Yun looked out the window at the night scene, his voice hoarse, "That's when I discovered I wasn't related to my father by blood."
Yang Xueyi was shocked. Did Ying Yun realize that she was not Ying Wenjun's biological daughter ten years ago?
"For a school science project, it's about blood type analysis and comparing recessive and dominant genes in the family. I discovered that my father and I are not related."
"and you……"
Ying Yun pursed her lips, her expression somewhat unreal. "I didn't analyze the situation with my mom again because my parents have a very good relationship, so I didn't even consider other possibilities. Plus, I really don't look like my dad or mom, so I just assumed I was adopted."
"I actually had a sister. My mom was pregnant, but she was in a car accident on the way to a parent-teacher conference at my school. She's fine, but I'm gone. It wasn't long before you moved in."
Yang Xueyi was completely unaware of these details and was surprised and at a loss: "So you felt very uncomfortable at that time? You felt very guilty?"
Ying Yun nodded gently. "I think it's my fault. If I hadn't asked my mother to attend the parent-teacher conference, she wouldn't have gotten into trouble. Because of my fault, they couldn't give birth to their own child. I feel very guilty. Deep down, I feel that the family property should be left to their biological child."
When Ying Yun said this, Yang Xueyi suddenly came to her senses. "So you refused to study business abroad and suddenly decided to go to university in China?"
"Yeah. They were still young at the time, and I always felt that they would have their own children in the future. I was very grateful to them and still considered them my parents, but I couldn't take everything for granted anymore. I felt that I shouldn't inherit my father's family business, but should start my own business and acquire a skill so that I could support myself. When they had their own biological children, the family business should be inherited by this child."
"When I was seventeen or eighteen, my brain might not have fully developed. I don't know what happened to me, but I was immersed in a certain emotion. I hypocritically felt that this home was not my home, and my parents were not my parents. I felt lonely and abandoned by the whole world. I was ashamed and angry about my identity, and I took my anger out on others. I even felt that the world had let me down..."
When Ying Yun said this, Yang Xueyi finally understood why he was so awkward and had a bad temper back then. A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, finding out that he was not his biological parent, probably could not identify with his own identity. He was confused and at a loss. I wonder if he was still thinking sadly in his heart why he was abandoned by his biological parents.
Yang Xueyi had not experienced it personally, so it was difficult for her to truly empathize with the situation, but she did have some understanding.
When she was fifteen, she would magnify her fragile emotions and feel that the whole universe was mistreating her. She was the most wronged and pitiful little girl in the entire galaxy.
But he didn't expect that ten years later, the real truth would be even more cruel than Ying Yun imagined. He was his mother's biological son, but not his father's...
Ying Yun didn't want to talk too much about family matters, and Yang Xueyi didn't ask any further questions.
"I was too young at the time and couldn't handle the emotions properly. Looking back now, I was terrible at that time. Roy's death was an accident, but I blamed it indiscriminately on you and vented my emotions on you."
Ying Yun looked into Yang Xueyi's eyes and said, "Yang Xueyi, I was really bad at that time, and I wasn't good enough to you."
"But not anymore."
In the ten years from the age of fifteen to twenty-five, Yang Xueyi almost never stopped scolding Ying Yun. It was true that he was not very good to her, but to be honest, he was not very bad either. Most of the time, he was cold and kept his distance from her. Even during Yang Xueyi's difficult adolescence, when she was excluded and had difficulty adapting to high school life, it was Ying Yun who scolded her and urged her to fight, and pulled her out of the quagmire.
Now that the situation has changed, Yang Xueyi has developed a strong sense of responsibility. It is now up to her to lend a helping hand to Ying Yunshen and redeem this young master in distress.
"I'm also very sorry about Roy's death. It's not entirely my fault. If I hadn't moved into your house, he might still be alive..."
When Yang Xueyi said this, she suddenly remembered something: "Ying Yun, wait a moment."
She rushed into the bedroom, took out a box from the deepest part of the drawer, and handed it to Ying Yun.
"This is a dog felt I made using the dog hair that Roy left at home. It's made according to the look of the photo of you and him. It's my first time making dog felt, so I'm not very skilled. It's a bit rough. My skills are limited, so I can only make it like that..."
Ying Yun's expression was surprised. He took the box from Yang Xueyi and apologized again, his tone firm: "Yang Xueyi, there's no need to blame yourself. Roy's death has nothing to do with you. I should have told you a long time ago, but I missed the chance."
He took Yang Xueyi's box very solemnly, but didn't open it at all.
He looks serious, but maybe he feels disgusted in his heart. After all, it's just an inconspicuous dog felt.
Yang Xueyi was a little unhappy: "Aren't you going to open it and take a look? Even if I say that my work is crude, you don't have to ignore it. It was so difficult for me to do it because I didn't know how to do it. I didn't even know I needed to buy gloves. I pricked my fingers with the needle many times. It hurt so much..."
"Yang Xueyi, you are allergic to dog hair."
Ying Yun's voice was low, but the facts he described left Yang Xueyi unable to refute: "How much anti-allergy medicine did you take when you made this dog felt? I don't want you to take it now."
"I don't mind your poor work. I like it no matter how it turns out. Thank you. I will keep it well, but I won't open it in front of you because I don't want you to have an allergic reaction again."
Obviously Ying Yun was just stating the facts objectively, but Yang Xueyi's mind was still wavering unconsciously, like the surface of a lake that was inadvertently disturbed by Ying Yun.
Her heart strangely became hot, as if it was about to turn into the scorching sun in the sky, and her mood became bright, like a flickering star that could not be covered by the darkness and clouds.
As if the instigator was not satisfied with this, Yang Xueyi heard Ying Yun's low voice.
"Does it still hurt now?"
Yang Xueyi was just about to say that the pain was gone, but Ying Yun took Yang Xueyi's hand first, put her fingertips to his lips, and kissed her gently.
His voice was serious and very convincing: "It won't hurt anymore."
Yang Xueyi's face began to turn red, and she was terrified and tried to hide her emotions, fearing that Ying Yun would see through her. For some reason, she wanted to scold Ying Yun again.
She pulled her fingers back and looked away, no longer caring about the awkwardness, she just wanted to change the subject -
"Since you apologize so sincerely, I have decided to show mercy and forgive you."
"Anyway, I cursed you behind your back a lot back then, didn't I even write you several volumes of 'Ying Yun's Crimes'? But you were a bad person back then, with a mean mouth. Your words were simply venomous. It felt like you could poison yourself to death just by pursing your lips..."
Speaking of the past, Yang Xueyi had a lot to complain about Ying Yun, but before she could finish, Ying Yun's enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of her.
Caught off guard, he lowered his head and touched Yang Xueyi's nose. Yang Xueyi felt Ying Yun's slightly disordered breathing, and then he kissed Yang Xueyi.
It was a fleeting kiss, like a dragonfly's wings fluttering gently on the water, and brushing across Yang Xueyi's lips like a breeze, leaving Yang Xueyi frozen in place.
Ying Yun was not much better than Yang Xueyi, and he no longer had the feeling of being able to control everything with ease as before, and seemed a little unnatural.
But when Yang Xueyi glanced over, he still looked righteous.
"Dispel the rumors."
Ying Yun said expressionlessly, "Look, you weren't poisoned to death."
Yang Xueyi: "..."
"Anyway." Ying Yun raised his hand and gently touched Yang Xueyi's face. "Yang Xueyi, thank you for tolerating me, who was such a bad person back then. You've worked hard over the years."
Yang Xueyi was no exception. She felt dizzy amidst Ying Yun's soft thanks. When her cheek was touched by Ying Yun's fingers, a faint electric current ran through her limbs, making her feel numb.
Ying Yun's hand slid down her cheek and touched Yang Xueyi's lips.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Ying Yun rubbed Yang Xueyi's lips.
"If you don't hate me, don't look for anyone else in the future, just look for me."
"Any time, any time."
After Ying Yun finished speaking, he held Yang Xueyi's face and leaned over to kiss her lips again.
【Author’s words】
This chapter drops 200 red envelopes [Let me check]
I have a lot of words today, so tomorrow there will be fewer words. I think you can understand.
Don't be impatient, the misunderstandings will be resolved little by little. After all, after ten years of fighting and harming each other, their feelings for each other will gradually be known.
Ying Yun took the money and was ready to pay the bill anytime and anywhere. I don’t know what he was thinking (pointing and talking)
Then I beg everyone to collect my author column, and also collect the other two pre-collected works "I Didn't Expect That" and "Midsummer Reply", both of which are sweet stories! Thank you, thank you [covering your face and peeking]
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