The security guard at the entrance of Chen Yun's residential compound seemed to recognize Chen Wenzhi. Upon seeing him, he smiled kindly at him.
He nodded in response.
Ying Qian stood beside him and asked softly, "Do you know him?"
He said, "Grandpa is saddened."
"Oh~" Ying Qian nodded, and couldn't help but wonder why everyone knew Chen Chang?
Without thinking twice, she voiced all her questions, "Why do you all know Chen Chang? Are you close to him? Is it just because he's handsome?"
Chen Wenzhi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tilted his head slightly toward her, his voice inexplicably tinged with laughter, clearly trying to tease her, "What? You like him?"
His hand slowly approached her slender wrist, but never touched it. "He doesn't have anyone he likes. Maybe you can try to win him over."
Ying Qian pursed her thin lips, and her face soon turned bright red.
His flippant tone made it seem as if Ying Qian was only interested in the handsome men at school.
It was just simple curiosity, but I didn't expect it to be over-interpreted.
Although Chen Wenzhi remained serious, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
“I…I already know him…” Ying Qian nudged the boy’s arm, her voice barely audible, “You doubt that I like him?”
Are you still jealous of him?
Her breathing grew softer and softer as she lowered her head, waiting for an answer.
She was unusually shy; was it because of melancholy? Chen Wenzhi felt uneasy at this thought and a sense of resentment inexplicably arose within him.
However, he really didn't know what stance or identity to use to answer.
“I know you know him.” His cold face was no longer smiling. “Don’t be so narcissistic, I won’t like you.”
"...You have a very strange personality."
Chen Wenzhi remained silent, feeling somewhat flustered.
She muttered a complaint under her breath, her eyes darting around in their sockets. She tiptoed slightly and almost uncontrollably raised her hand, tugging at the boy's cheek unexpectedly.
It's smooth and tender.
"You!" His breathing suddenly became erratic. He turned his head away, pretending to be calm, and said, word by word, "Ying Qian, don't always treat men like this..."
After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked forward.
Ying Qian regained her senses and quickly followed. A thin blush had already appeared on his fair neck, making him extremely alluring.
His earlobes were so red they looked like they could bleed.
She must be shy.
Ying Qian felt a sense of satisfaction. She was unaware of the change in her emotions; she simply felt that the empty space in her heart had been filled, giving her a strange sense of fulfillment.
Is this what liking someone means? I don't know.
There were only two people in the elevator, and the cramped space created an ambiguous atmosphere.
Ying Qian could even hear the sound of Chen Wenzhi's heart pounding violently, thump... thump... thump... deafeningly loud. Her fingers gradually bent until her nails dug into her palms.
Chen Wenzhi remained silent, his Adam's apple bobbing as his gaze fell upon her fair face, as if suppressing emotions he had never experienced before.
"Which floor?" The girl opened her mouth, her rosy lips glossy with lip gloss.
He didn't press the floor button, nor did he seem to intend to.
He said, "21st floor, 2104."
Ying Qian stepped forward and pressed 21, then quickly moved back, intentionally or unintentionally standing next to the minty-scented boy.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on her nose, and she could clearly feel the disordered breathing of the boy beside her.
Without realizing it, she pressed herself even closer to him.
Until she felt a warmth under the thin sleeves of her arm—the warmth that belonged to Chen Wenzhi.
Her gaze shifted downwards, landing on his naturally hanging hand, its knuckles distinct, the fingertips tinged with a faint pink. She dared not look up into Chen Wenzhi's eyes, yet she greedily wanted to hold his hand.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when she dismissed it with reason.
Ying Qian, looking like she was trying to hide something, subtly moved a little distance away and cleared her throat: "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just a little cold..."
"Hmm." Chen Wenzhi scoffed lightly.
The atmosphere returned to a relaxed and pleasant state.
The elevator doors opened with a "ding".
Chen Wenzhi was extremely familiar with it and accurately located 2104.
Even through the heavy door, Ying Qian could hear the noisy sounds inside; it must be quite lively today.
However, there are probably only a few familiar faces left. She sighed, her brow furrowed.
"What are you afraid of?" Chen Wenzhi hadn't even rang the doorbell yet, but he understood everything. "Having me with you is enough. Getting to know other people is meaningless."
Upon hearing this, her brows relaxed considerably, and she nodded at him.
His eyes were shimmering, filled with endless tenderness, and his pupils reflected her smiling face.
He swallowed hard.
Ying Qian rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by Shen Chang, and Chen Wenzhi came into view. He was somewhat surprised, "You've come to celebrate my sister's birthday?"
With a look that screamed "a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, nothing good," he said irritably, "Didn't you dislike these parties? What? You've got your eye on my sister?"
Chen Wenzhi narrowed his eyes and retorted coldly, "Boring..."
"Senior! Long time no see!" Ying Qian said, otherwise she would have no presence at all.
Chen Chang paused for a moment, but was not surprised by her arrival.
Surprisingly, she came with Chen Wenzhi!
Ying Qian still had a faint floral scent on her body, her soft hair cascading down and clinging to her shoulders.
She asked, "Do you need to change your shoes?"
Chen Chang snapped out of his daze and said, "No need, no need."
Chen Wenzhi easily put his arm around Ying Qian's shoulder and pushed her inside.
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