Chapter 106 The Battle to Protect Our Marriage (3)
fiancé.
Cheng Yanjin's grip on her loosened abruptly. His chin was still resting on her shoulder, and he hadn't even had time to hide his ecstatic expression before he felt as if he had fallen into a bone-chilling cold once again.
He paused for a moment, his handsome eyes staring blankly into the air.
Lin Langyi pressed against his chest and stepped back a little. His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly tightened his arms, locking her in his embrace.
He was in an extremely bad mood, but he was unwilling to let her go.
Cheng Yanjin's mind was in a mess: "What do you mean by having a fiancé but no boyfriend?"
"Literal meaning."
"How come you have a fiancé? You look even younger than me." He muttered to himself for a long time, seemingly unable to accept it. "Are you trying to reject me, so you're just making up an excuse?"
Lin Langyi didn't seem sad at all, which explains why he thought so.
But when she's being gentle, it's absolutely irresistible; her voice is soft too: "No, I just don't want to lie to you."
Even though no one was speaking directly into his ear, Cheng Yanjin felt as if a breath was brushing against it, making him feel ticklish.
He lowered his head, thinking with a bittersweet feeling that she didn't want to lie to him. She really was a very good and innocent person. Maybe she had never been in a relationship before, just like him. That so-called fiancé was just someone who had the advantage of being in the first place.
But this thorn remained stuck in her throat. Their daytime date was like a mirage; she planted a seed in him, but crushed it before it could even sprout.
He didn't know what to do, so he could only desperately ask for more information about his damned fiancé in the hope of finding a glimmer of hope.
"Is your fiancé someone you were betrothed to when you were little?"
"no."
Cheng Yanjin was struck dumb, his shoulders slumped instantly, and he collapsed, saying, "You two really fell in love and decided to get married yourselves?!"
Lin Langyi blinked slowly, deliberately pausing her speech: "It was arranged by my family."
A marriage alliance!
These two large, golden characters hung prominently in the center of my mind.
Cheng Yanjin's eyes regained their light; such were the ups and downs he had experienced.
His mind had never been so sharp. Arranged marriages were not uncommon in their circle. Or rather, many arranged marriages were not discussed openly. Instead, they would set an implicit threshold for mutual agreement from the beginning, and then select and date from among those who had obtained the "entry ticket," ultimately calling it "free love."
Aren't we all too familiar with wealthy couples who share a bed but dream different dreams, and whose relationships end in separation and reunion?
Cheng Yanjin felt as if his heart was floating on water, bobbing up and down. He analyzed Lin Langyi's reasons for skipping the answer "mutual affection" word by word, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that she and her fiancé must be "suitable" or "making do" rather than because of deep feelings.
She's definitely not happy! Look at her, her husband doesn't even accompany her when she goes out to play. Is that reasonable? If he were her husband, he would be around her 24/7, taking her everywhere to enjoy life!
In just five minutes, Cheng Yanjin made a decision that "Lin Langyi is suspected of having an unhappy marriage with the wrong person," and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, until he finally believed it without a doubt.
He licked his lips and asked her, half-probing and half-brainwashing, "Does your husband, no, your fiancé, not have much affection for you?"
Please say yes, please say yes, even if it's just to coax him a little.
But fate had other plans. No sooner had Cheng Yanjin finished speaking than Lin Langyi's phone vibrated.
She took it out and glanced at it, then this time she decisively and forcefully pushed him away.
Caught off guard, Cheng Yanjin was pushed backward by her, but managed to steady himself by bracing his elbows on the blanket. His eyes were wide open, staring at her in disbelief.
"What's wrong--"
"Shh—" Lin Langyi stood up and walked to the edge of the snow house, found an angle where she couldn't see Cheng Yanjin at all, and then pointed her finger at his lips. "Don't make a sound, he's my fiancé."
Cheng Yanjin's mood plummeted in an instant.
What does that mean? Does she have to cower in a corner and not make a sound when her fiancé calls?
He didn't do anything! And why is she so concerned about the feelings of her so-called fiancé that she has to interfere with normal interactions between friends?
Cheng Yanjin was completely unaware that his bare chest made him completely unrelated to "normal friends." He bit his lip, staring at the phone in Lin Langyi's hand with a resentful and hateful gaze.
Lin Langyi smiled brightly and called out sweetly, "Husband."
Cheng Yanjin was filled with resentment.
Husband my ass! She's calling him "husband" even before we're married. The other person must be thrilled!
The man's voice on the other end of the phone was very low, and even with Cheng Yanjin straining his ears, he couldn't hear it clearly. Only Lin Langyi said with a smile, "Yes, I'm still out having grilled fish with my friends. I'll be back later."
"Isn't your cup pretty?"
"I'll bring you a watch when I get back. This time it's not cufflinks, aren't you happy?"
The conversation was full of intimacy, and Cheng Yanjin's self-deceiving reasons gradually disappeared. He couldn't listen anymore, so he turned his face away and stared at the red cowbell that Anran had carefully placed beside him. He tried his best to refrain from touching it and making a sound.
She told him not to make a sound.
But he had no right to speak out. What was he? He was just a loser who had been banned before he even entered the arena, a fool who jumped into an ice hole to try and get his gift back.
He felt embarrassed, wondering why he had asked her if her relationship with her fiancé was good. This was evident in their conversation when she was choosing a men's watch at the souvenir shop.
"I'll talk to you when I get back. My friend is still waiting for me." Lin Langyi slowly walked back, her attention still on her phone screen. When she got back to Cheng Yanjin's side, she gently stepped on a corner of the blanket covering him.
The fabric stretched taut, pressing down and rubbing against his thigh, finally moving an inch towards her.
Cheng Yanjin looked up and heard the notification sound of the video call ending.
He had nothing more to ask.
Lin Langyi didn't hide anything from him. She disdained lying. She was as simple and naive as he thought, and she wouldn't even fabricate a lie to keep him hanging, making it impossible for him to deceive her.
But people really won't give up until they're completely cornered. Even though reality was already so terrible, he would still pick up a flower petal from the ruins, thinking like a blind fool:
At least, she hung up on her fiancé for her own sake.
Lin Langyi stood in front of him, and from above, she could clearly see his tightly pursed lips, which were drawn into a line. He was no longer like before, staring at her with the eyes of a dog that had smelled meat. Resentment and dejection lingered between his brows, and he didn't even say a word.
"If you're going to the hospital later, I won't go with you."
She observed his subtle movements and saw his fingers, which were originally on the blanket, slowly tightening inwards, as he secretly pulled back the blanket that she had accidentally stepped on, as if it were an unconscious action of snatching the blanket when he was angry.
Lin Langyi found it somewhat amusing and casually added, "Anyway, you probably don't want to see me."
After saying this, Cheng Yanjin suddenly looked up, his brows furrowed tightly, his wide eyes filled with disbelief, as if to say how could she turn the tables on him.
Is it that he doesn't want to see her? He wishes he could glue them together! It was clearly she who gave him the reason he couldn't get close!
Cheng Yanjin was filled with grievances. He forcefully pulled the blanket back from under her feet, clutched it, turned his head away from her, and said coldly, "Oh."
"Then I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself." Lin Langyi's voice remained gentle. She had only been living with Yuan Chuyu for two months, yet she could already imitate his behavior of pretending to be a refined and innocent person when setting traps for others quite well.
Cheng Yanjin remained silent, turning his head even more forcefully, his expression unusually hurt, as if he had been stabbed.
Reaching the door of the snow hut, the outside world was covered in frost, and silence enveloped everything. Lin Langyi rubbed her arms and left without looking back.
She'd only known Cheng Yanjin for two days. If she rushed into things too quickly, she worried he might be a player who would accept anyone and have questionable intentions. It was better to test him a bit and see how sincere he was. After all, if he was a real player, the most cost-effective approach would be to cut her losses and find the next one.
If the other person is a naive newbie, then making this clear beforehand will give them some idea when the relationship ends.
She didn't lie to him, right? She made it clear from the beginning that although the name was fake, the identity was fake, and the personal information was vague, her fiancé was real!
Such matters require mutual consent, but it's also important to discuss the unpleasant aspects upfront and ensure both parties adhere to the rules for a perfect execution.
Lin Langyi slowly walked back, her hands in her pockets, and touched her stomach through her clothes. It was a pity that she didn't get to eat her boyfriend's grilled fish. When she got back, she would have to reluctantly settle for the sea bass slices that her fiancé ordered.
She hadn't walked for five minutes when she heard rustling footsteps behind her. This tacit farewell lasted for a long time, until they reached the well-lit main road near the ski slope, at which point the little tail finally wilted.
Lin Langyi covered her mouth and nose inside her coat collar and still didn't turn around.
*
Cheng Yanjin regretted it as soon as he finished his examination at the hospital.
He thought he could at least get through the night, but even with Guan Pengkun, that chatterbox, constantly trying to liven things up, Cheng Yanjin was still overwhelmed by an endless sense of emptiness and loneliness.
He was noticeably depressed and listless. He kept fiddling with his phone but didn't chat with anyone, as if he was waiting for a message. Occasionally, he would stare blankly at the ringtone on his phone, which was so out of character with him.
Guan Pengkun assumed he was feeling unwell after falling into the icy water and gave him a good scolding: "Are you stupid? You jumped into a lake in the dead of winter. What kind of criminal plans did you have hidden in your phone, or did you have too many unformatted files? I'd retrieve them even if it meant going to heaven or hell, just so you wouldn't want to fall into someone else's hands. Is that something you're ashamed of?"
"My phone is broken." That was all Cheng Yanjin said.
"Nonsense, it fell into the water and wasn't even dry before you forced it to turn on, how could it not break?"
After Guan Pengkun finished cursing, he realized what his brother was looking at with the black screen phone.
"Where's your Lin Daiyu?" he asked in a less than friendly tone. "You two went out together, how come you came back alone? She didn't even come to see you when you fell into the water."
“She saved me.” Cheng Yanjin’s tone suddenly became serious, like an old, dilapidated car that had suddenly sputtered back to life. “If you don’t know the inside story, don’t use such an impolite tone to instruct her.”
"She waited by the cave entrance and called my name."
"As soon as I got out of the water, everyone around me kept their distance, but she grabbed my hand immediately. If I lost my strength and fell back in, I would drag her down with me."
"She even called me warm water, checked my body for frostbite and ulcers, and gave me—" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the last few syllables even went off-key. His eyes reddened, and he stopped abruptly after seeing Guan Pengkun's astonished expression.
Cheng Yanjin pursed his lips and lay back down, bending his arm to press against his eyes to calm himself down.
"Well, she's still quite good to you," Guan Pengkun stammered.
Yes, she was really good to him.
Cheng Yanjin clenched the phone charm in his hand, pressed his arm down harder, and curled up quietly in the quilt as if he were dead, not moving at all.
He regretted not keeping her then. She said she couldn't bear to lie to him, but he backed down because the truth was embarrassing. And so, the dawn he had grasped dissipated into the air.
If you think about it carefully, does buying a gift for your fiancé equate to a good relationship? Following that logic, if she also bought him a gift, could he also consider it a token of their love?
Cheng Yanjin's chest was filled with churning emotions. The two little figures were fighting desperately, and his mind became increasingly muddled. In the end, he actually developed a fever.
Guan Pengkun asked him if he wanted some water, but he replied, "Tomorrow, help me buy a cell phone... I can't get in touch with anyone."
...
Cheng Yanjin had never been sick in his eight lifetimes; his constitution was so good that it was outrageous. On one rare occasion when he had a fever, his body was not yet affected, but his spirit was already wounded and he collapsed.
Even though his fever had almost subsided after a nap, he still felt unwell all over, as if he was terminally ill.
When he let her leave in the snow house, he felt confident that he could pull through, but once he fell ill, his feigned strength crumbled into a fragile bubble.
You can't fool yourself. Even if you pretend to get through it, your heart will feel like it's been skinned alive. It's like cleaning up a bloody crime scene. No matter how clean it is, you can still vividly remember where the bloodstains were when you close your eyes.
Guan Pengkun originally thought that buying a phone was not urgent at all, but when Cheng Yanjin was burning up, he was like a madman, talking nonsense and pestering Guan Pengkun for a phone; as soon as he was awake at dawn, he threw off the covers and insisted on going to buy a phone himself.
Guan Pengkun was so fed up with the hassle that he hurriedly bought someone a phone. After inserting the SIM card and turning it on, Cheng Yanjin's first action was to log in to WeChat to check the latest news.
He sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows, his fingers tapping the screen quickly and rapidly at first, but gradually, like a not-so-sharp robot, his movements became slower and slower.
The light reflected from the screen shone into his eyes, but his pupils were gray and dull, as if there was no light at all.
After a long pause, he muttered to himself in a voice that seemed to be directed at himself, "Do you think if the phone breaks, the messages will be swallowed up?"
"What?" Guan Pengkun didn't hear what he was saying.
However, Cheng Yanjin, who was usually carefree and arrogant, lost his desire to communicate. He began to carefully remove the cowbell ornament from his old phone and solemnly hung it on his new phone.
Lin Langyi was a million times more ruthless than he had imagined.
Since leaving the snow house that night, she hasn't called or sent a single message. She has completely disappeared from his world, not even giving him a transition period.
Cheng Yanjin only held out for half a day before sending a message, clumsily saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you off the whole way that day. I should have taken you to your room."
In my expectations, Lin Langyi would probably reply with "It's okay," or "No need," or perhaps... if she could take pity on him for thinking so much before sending those few words, and reply with "It's alright, you have to go to the hospital after all... Are you feeling better?"
He wanted to make peace, but he had set too high a standard for not being a third party, and he wasn't sure what her attitude was, so now he could only sheepishly pin his hopes on her slightest pity.
He waited from afternoon until late at night, the chat box almost becoming a double image in his eyes, but Lin Langyi still didn't reply with a single word.
Cheng Yanjin was catching off guard when this abrupt breakup struck him before he could even fully commit to a girl he had just fallen for.
The physical disappearance led to a complete spiritual collapse.
During his long and hopeless wait, he dissected himself layer by layer. His memories idealized her as a goddess descended to earth, and he also lowered himself as much as possible because he was in love.
He began to reflect on whether he had done something wrong.
It's just meddling in other people's relationships. When we were in school, our Chinese teacher showed us movies where the school bullies would use coercion, bribery, and even physical violence to steal the female lead, and the female lead's original boyfriend was just cannon fodder.
Since he has always been known as the school bully, and he didn't do anything so outrageous before—no, something that happened when he was just starting to fall in love—why can't he live up to his nickname now?
Besides, Lin Langyi might like him too.
Her WeChat Moments are still set to be visible for only three days, and she hasn't posted a single new update in the past few days. Cheng Yanjin doesn't know if she hasn't found any nice photos, or if she's just like him and not in the mood to travel, and has been staying in the hotel, waking up and sleeping.
But he felt that she must be worried about him too, because she was so beautiful that even low resolution and shaky hands couldn't erase her beauty, and it was just a matter of her doing to post the photos.
Could it be that she's in the same boat as him, just not in the mood?
Cheng Yanjin sang the entire play by himself, then faced a row of green single-player chat logs, fantasizing about her unspoken love for him, and completely winning her over through his imagination.
The puppy was sad, but the sadness didn't last until the next day; the puppy felt wronged, but after a good night's sleep, it forgot all about the argument.
As long as its owner calls its name, it will come running over wagging its tail, forgetting all its past grievances.
On the third day, Lin Langyi, perhaps due to a mishap, accidentally "patted" him.
During this period, Cheng Yanjin set all other contacts to Do Not Disturb mode, leaving only one WeChat account that seemed to never respond to him.
But then the WeChat notification rang.
His hands were shaking.
He thought that if she wanted to hook him, all she had to do was double-click his profile picture.
Almost immediately, Cheng Yanjin sent a crying emoji.
My fever hasn't gone down yet, I feel so awful TT.
[I probably caught a chill that day. I rarely get sick, and when I do, I'm never sick for this long; I usually get better after a good night's sleep.]
I've been lying in bed for three days, unable to eat, and now my abdomen is just skin and bones. My abs are so hard they feel like a washboard.
【picture】
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He doesn't care about face or dignity at all, nor does he care that he has written so many long articles and the other party may still ignore him. Compared to the so-called clown breaking down defenses or sycophancy, he cares more about doing nothing for the sake of so-called face.
Lin Langyi finally replied to him.
She posted: "I'm leaving."
Cheng Yanjin's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly, without even putting on his coat, and rushed to Lin Langyi's room in his slippers.
The door was ajar. He ran to it and pushed it open, his voice faster than he could shout, "Yi Bao?"
Lin Langyi was squatting on the ground packing her luggage when she heard this sound. She looked up, but before she could even see the person clearly, the tall man in front of her grabbed her and hugged her.
Her arms were also held in his bosom. Cheng Yanjin's illness might really be healing slowly this time. His body temperature was burning hot, but his face was much thinner. A thin layer of skin covered his angular face, making his features look even more heroic.
He said, "I didn't jump into the icy lake that day to retrieve my phone; I went to retrieve the bell."
"Now, the bell has fallen into the water again. Can I pick it up one more time?"
His tone was so sincere; his voice, now hoarse from illness, was no longer as clear and bright as before. It sounded narrower, rolling out of his chest with a muffled tone, but it had a certain steadfastness to it, like a mature man making a solemn promise.
Lin Langyi felt that he was a bit like a newly sprouted green bamboo after the rain, full of vitality, and would not be bent by any wind or rain. He could always stand up straight and stand tall between heaven and earth.
She hasn't had a relationship like Cheng Yanjin's yet. Both Bian Shu and Yuan Chuyu are inherently reserved and restrained.
People's preferences are always fixed. She was quite certain that she liked the gentle, polite, and well-mannered type. Yuan Chuyu's ambitious and absolute leadership in his career added to his appeal. She couldn't forget him, partly because she wanted to see if the golden girl she had under her control would do something completely unbecoming of her status during the breakup, just like Bian Shu did.
She wanted to shatter him, to shatter his mask and his overly measured dignity.
But the chances of success seem slim.
However, if she only wanted to find someone to provoke Yuan Chuyu, she would have had many more options.
At this moment, Lin Langyi suddenly realized that she hadn't made a random choice; she probably had some impression of Cheng Yanjin from their first meeting.
But now, her original intention has changed.
She longed to experience the feeling of being held so tenderly in someone's hands, like a burning red candle with its flame rising upwards. Surrounded by it, she didn't need to guess his feelings at all, because he had already completely ignited her own passion.
I've never tried this type before... Maybe I could try it like a product sample?
Lin Langyi didn't say anything. Her arms, which were trapped between him, struggled slightly. Cheng Yanjin thought she was unwilling, so he let out a few sobs and hugged her even tighter, acting unreasonably.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressed against her hair, and said with a wronged expression, "I can't bear to part with you, but can you bear to part with me?"
He vowed, "I've thought it through. I don't care about anything else, as long as you don't leave and you don't ignore me."
Seeing that Lin Langyi remained silent, Cheng Yanjin changed his strategy. He pulled down her arm in a cheeky manner, grabbed her hand, lifted the hem of his thin sweater, and boldly reached inside her skin, while humming and teasing her: "Feel it, see if the thin layer of fat on my abs has all disappeared from hunger."
No, it feels more solid.
Lin Langyi half-heartedly touched him, reminding him, "I have a fiancé."
“He’s not here right now,” Cheng Yanjin said quickly. “When you’re going back to China, I’ll go back with you.”
Lin Langyi certainly couldn't bring Cheng Yanjin to Yuan Chuyu's presence; what she needed to do now was ensure that the two of them would never be able to meet again.
But Cheng Yanjin was right; Yuan Chuyu is not here now.
"Don't be foolish." She emphasized her words. "The things between my fiancé and me are something only the two of us can handle."
Cheng Yanjin snorted through his nose, but did not disobey her.
He had it all planned out. So what if he was a mistress? It was perfectly normal for a mistress to compromise and be submissive in the early stages, but his ultimate goal was to completely outshine the original wife, making her spontaneously believe that he was the right match and choose him willingly.
Although he didn't know who her fiancé was, upon closer inspection, there were very few people who could surpass him in looks, physique, and family background. What he needed to do now was to treat her wholeheartedly, make her happy... and then seduce her.
Cheng Yanjin used all his charm to pester Lin Langyi, volunteering to accompany her on the rest of the trip.
"Guan Pengkun isn't going. He's too old to go. Let him sleep in the hotel and wait for us to come back."
“He has no objection, he definitely has no objection! He's still counting on me to pay for him to go back to China.”
"Me? I'm not annoying, really. I'll carry your luggage and act as your bodyguard. I definitely won't disturb your fun."
"Please take me in, baby. I'll pay for it myself; I have money in my account."
Lin Langyi calmly said, "I need to discuss this with my friend, since you were completely unplanned."
Cheng Yanjin gave an "Oh," but a smile secretly crept onto his lips.
He was unexpected.
What a beautiful sentence! It's like an unexpected turn of events in a movie, a chance encounter amidst a bustling crowd.
Hang Qian was even more excited than Lin Langyi had imagined. Yes, she was excited.
As she flipped through her favorites on Xiaohongshu, she said, "Covering up, huh? I'm a master at this, you know. I've saved those kinds of guides before, guaranteed to keep your lover and your mistress from getting along!"
Lin Langyi: "...Then the family flower is more important."
"Oh, I get it!" Hang Qian winked. "Isn't it precisely because the family beauty is more important that she kept it from him so as not to hurt his feelings?"
Lin Langyi: ...
Both of their suitcases were in Cheng Yanjin's hands. He had long legs and a large stride, and he walked up to them in just a few steps.
Lin Langyi glanced at his tall and straight back and said in a low voice, "Let's just leave him here until the end of the trip. He's from City A, and it would be troublesome if we ran into each other later. It's better to make things clean up in Switzerland."
Despite the predetermined ending, the process was truly enjoyable.
Wherever Cheng Yanjin is, the atmosphere is always lively. He must be an expert at organizing parties, as he can easily arrange activities. He jokes and banters all the way, and everyone is laughing and having a good time.
During this time, he took her to almost every place worth visiting, and they went skydiving and paragliding like a couple who had been dating for a long time. They rode a steam train and took many photos together in front of majestic ice mountains and waterfalls.
Lin Langyi could only choose some photos of Cheng Yanjin that weren't in the picture to post on her WeChat Moments. Whenever this happened, he would listlessly rest his head on her lap and watch her choose photos with a disheartened expression.
Why didn't you post the photos?
He struggled to say, "I'm only showing one arm, your fiancé won't be able to tell."
Lin Langyi immediately denied it: "No, he is a very meticulous person and has an abnormal memory. He can remember the intern assistant who I only met once and toasted at a social gathering, and he can still describe the person's clothes and characteristics a long time later."
Cheng Yanjin's eyebrows furrowed, as he spent every day on the path of slandering and defaming the original wife: "Then he really is a pervert. You must be very tired being with him, right?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yuan Chuyu called with a video call.
Every single day, without fail.
Cheng Yanjin rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. "Control freak! Doesn't he have anything else to do all day? All he does is make phone calls! Didn't his roommates teach him a lesson and correct his disturbing habits back in college?"
He had been resting his head on Lin Langyi's lap, embracing her warmly like a large dog. But when the alarming bell rang, he wrapped his long arms around her even tighter, burying his face in her stomach without hesitation, and mumbled:
"How long is he going to keep on the phone? He has so much to say every day."
This was just his last resistance before answering the phone. He knew Lin Langyi would raise her arm to adjust the phone's angle so that he wasn't in the view, or simply push him away, which would be more convenient.
But the ringing suddenly stopped.
Cheng Yanjin's nose was still pressed against her milky white cashmere sweater, and as he breathed, the light floral and fruity fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
He turned his head in confusion, peeking out one eye from her furry clothes to glance at her.
Lin Langyi met his gaze and slowly turned the phone in her hand over.
She hung up the video call.
Cheng Yanjin was stunned for a long time.
A persistent, blank buzzing sound filled his mind, like the radio silence before an alarm goes off; the whole world was silent, yet it also seemed like a desperate scream.
She hung up on her fiancé for his sake.
That was their nightly routine before bed, for which Lin Langyi had repeatedly warned him by pointing her finger into his eyes, "Don't make a sound."
He was willing to back down, to be subservient and watch her chat and laugh with her fiancé with a cold eye. All he could do was curse that man to die unexpectedly in his heart.
But she hung up the phone.
This is the first time.
Did this sudden favoritism tip the scales in his favor?
Cheng Yanjin didn't even blink; his eyes were glued to the screen as the message from the person on the other end, named "Y," arrived:
Are you busy?
"He's looking for you." Cheng Yanjin swallowed hard, his eyes still fixed on the words "rejected."
Lin Langyi held the phone to her lips, her other hand haphazardly stroking Cheng Yanjin's head, finally placing her palm on his forehead and saying to him:
"I'm tired of playing, let's video chat tomorrow."
She even lied to her fiancé for him!
Cheng Yanjin's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked up at her wavy hair that swayed in the breeze. Light shone down from above, and fine downy hairs floated in the air, perhaps from her sweater, landing on her face and tickling her.
Lin Langyi tossed her phone aside, lowered her head, and gave him a gentle smile.
Perhaps his wide-eyed, unblinking gaze looked too silly, so she moved her palm down and covered his eyes.
Soft and warm palms.
Cheng Yanjin pulled her hand down, kissed her palm, then used his elbow to prop himself up and lifted his chin, asking for a kiss.
He felt he was definitely doomed. Every minute of these days, he kept telling himself to adjust his mindset and not get too carried away, because Lin Langyi was always giving him a big stick and a sweet treat, twisting his heart to pieces. He felt that only by maintaining a little rationality could he better protect himself.
But it would be easy for her to hook him.
Cheng Yanjin straightened up, gripping her wrist and kissing it harder and harder. She slowly leaned back, and his hand gradually moved up her arm, finally grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into his arms.
Sometimes, falling in love can cause a sweet, almost neurotic sensation. Cheng Yanjin felt dizzy and breathless, trying to capture her scent. He felt like an insect lured by nectar and crashing headlong into a spider web. The struggle before death and the ever-tightening bondage reminded him to stay alert. But if given the chance again, he would still be like an idiot, recklessly crashing into the web she had laid.
She even hung up on her fiancé for him—what an exciting and encouraging sign! It's no wonder he's head over heels in love with her.
Lin Langyi had no idea that the phone call she casually hung up had caused such a stir in Cheng Yanjin's mind. At this hour, she hadn't returned to the room she shared with Hang Qian, and Yuan Chuyu would definitely become suspicious when he saw that it was a room with a large bed.
After all, we had a video chat yesterday, and the wallpaper in the suite and the king room were not the same. It was too obvious.
...
The next morning, Cheng Yanjin disappeared without a trace. When Lin Langyi checked her phone, she found that he had sent her a message asking for leave around 5 a.m.
【I have some errands to run this morning, you and your friends can play first, but could you give me some time this afternoon, behind Hang Qian's back?】
Below this is a picture of a puppy holding up the sun, wishing everyone a good morning.
Ever since she casually called him a puppy, the number of dog-related emojis in his collection has skyrocketed.
Lin Langyi thought the emoji was lively and cute, so she forwarded it directly to Yuan Chuyu.
She hung up on him yesterday, and he later sent her several messages, which she didn't have time to reply to.
Yuan Chuyu quickly sent her a "Good morning" message and asked about her schedule for the day.
Both of them are people who don't sleep. Lin Langyi replied while letting her thoughts wander. Oh, and Bian Shu, they both sleep later than dogs and get up earlier than chickens.
She originally thought Cheng Yanjin was the kind of person who would sleep until noon, but lately he's been getting up earlier and earlier, and she doesn't know what he's doing being so excited every day.
Lin Langyi soon found out.
Cheng Yanjin led her to a new snow house.
The snow house is made of tents, spacious and beautiful, and colorful ropes with small lanterns hang down from the roof, like a cake smeared with colorful cream.
Lin Langyi crouched down and went inside. This time, the door was made exceptionally low and the location was very secluded. The whole world was covered in silver and silent.
The snow house was furnished with an inflatable sofa and a thick mattress, covered with fluffy bedding, making it look soft, comfortable, and warm. The room was brightly lit by warm lights of varying heights, blending well with the brown and beige fabric blankets and natural wood furniture, and a heater sat in the center.
Because it has many layers, it has a good rebound when you walk on it barefoot, which is very comfortable.
Cheng Yanjin followed in, watching Lin Langyi's every reaction with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
He wanted to use a new experience to cover up that unpleasant incident, so that when she thought of the snow house in the future, she would only have more pleasant memories.
Initially, he didn't necessarily want to take their relationship to the next level here.
But he was indeed provoked by Lin Langyi's act of hanging up the phone last night, so he was eager to create more contact with her, and physical contact was naturally one of them.
Even professional guides for mistresses say that looks are the primary productive force.
"Let me show you something." Cheng Yanjin pulled up the hem of his clothes a little and then immediately put it down. His ears turned red as he walked to the door of the snow hut and reached out to zip up the open tent door inside.
The enclosed space, isolated from the outside world, gave him a sense of security and also eased the blush-inducing shyness.
Cheng Yanjin returned to Lin Langyi's side. She sat on the sofa with one leg crossed and the other barefoot on the sunflower cushion in front of her, and asked with a smile, "What do you want to show me?"
He stood in front of her, slowly lifted his clothes, and bit them into his mouth.
Lin Langyi paused her calm and composed smile, then her eyes slowly widened.
No matter how many times you see those impressive abs, you'll still be amazed. However, what's different from before is that a flamboyant and intricate silver navel piercing has been placed on those sharply defined waist and abdomen.
The dazzling titanium steel dreamcatcher features a blue and white opal in the center, shaped like a seashell pearl, with seven tiny platinum bells hanging below.
Lin Langyi couldn't resist touching them, only to discover that these little bells were just made of zircon in the shape of water droplets and didn't actually make a sound.
She didn't use much force, but as soon as she touched his skin, Cheng Yanjin began to gasp in pain. His already taut muscles tensed to the limit, and the moving bells trembled on his skin.
The entire area of skin around it was red, like the shimmering marks left by a low-temperature candle, which, combined with the powerful muscle lines, created a subtle yet violent aesthetic.
It makes you want to scratch and rub him with your fingernails even more, just to see his skin turn red from the pain.
Lin Langyi stared at it for a long time.
"It hasn't been long since we started." Cheng Yanjin moved a little closer and pressed his lower abdomen against her hand.
The two of them stood on the same sunflower-patterned cushion, the narrow foothold forcing him to press close to her legs, allowing her to easily reach out and play with the new thing he had been wearing.
"Be gentle."
He said that, but his actions were anything but shy. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against her burning red skin, gently sliding it along her skin.
He forced out gasps from his chest, his breaths trembling slightly. The newly inserted navel piercing hurt when touched, but he seemed addicted to it, offering himself up to let her fiddle with it.
My abs are already rock hard, and now there's this cold, hard foreign object stuck in the middle. I wonder what it feels like to sit on it and rub against it.
Lin Langyi scraped it hard with her fingernails.
His body suddenly shuddered, his upper body gave way and he pressed down in front of her, his left hand supporting him on her leg, burying his face completely in her shoulder, groaning in pain and pleasure.
He was breathing heavily, his voice uncontrollably seductive and magnetic. His mouth and nose were pressed against her hair, sniffing and panting like a wild animal. His trembling body pressed forward, and his long legs, which had been pressed against her calves, had somehow parted and forcefully squeezed in.
He cried out in pain intermittently, those words lingering on his tongue, a sticky, coquettish tone, as if asking her to stop treating him so roughly, or to continue pushing everything toward a destructive end.
Lin Langyi felt a tingling sensation down her spine from his calls, and gradually she got carried away. The heater in the room crackled and popped, and in her dazed state, she scratched him a few more times.
By the time he had completely taken off his shirt and thrown it aside, his lower abdomen was already bright red, covered with faint nail marks, all thanks to her.
Lin Langyi glanced at these marks, some deep and some shallow, and for a moment thought of her fiancé.
Yuan Chuyu was a person who was very prone to allergies, with sensitive and delicate skin. She had seen the obvious red marks on his skin from being scratched by the sharp edge of a cufflink. He seemed to be someone who easily left marks...
I wonder what he's like in bed. Is he as mild-mannered as his gentle and refined personality?
Lin Langyi's brief lapse in concentration was quickly noticed by the person in front of her. Cheng Yanjin bit her ear in dissatisfaction, his warm breath reminding her who she was alone with.
He wrapped his hand around hers and continued downwards. Two of her eight-pack abs were hidden by her sweatpants. He guided her down with his fingers, revealing a smooth black tattoo that read "lin".
Half a red ink fingerprint is pressed on the letter L, overlapping with the name, like a signature and seal that represents a lifetime of commitment.
Lin Langyi stared blankly for a while, mouth agape. She rubbed her skin hard with her fingers and discovered that these were all tattoos, each stroke imprinted on her skin, with obvious redness and swelling.
Tattoos! Tattooing the other person's name! Oh my god, this person is really obsessed when they fall in love.
Won't he regret it later?
Lin Langyi asked, "Anything else?"
Cheng Yanjin glanced down at himself, then raised his face and stared at her silently.
The grey sweatpants speak volumes.
Lin Langyi, thinking herself a worldly person, went on to provoke him: "Throw away all these pants from now on. Don't believe those random things online. A greyhound is a greyhound; you can't fake it."
Cheng Yanjin propped himself up on one arm in front of her, and with the other hand, he held her hand and gently rubbed it against his cheek. He wasn't hurt at all by this topic of dignity, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Am I a greyhound?"
She said innocently, "I don't know."
Cheng Yanjin lowered his head even closer, the protrusion of the spine at the back of his neck imprinted on his skin. He asked, "Don't you know?"
Lin Langyi suppressed a laugh and nodded: "Yes, how would I know?"
"Okay, so all those kisses I gave you were for nothing, right?"
"Seeing is believing."
He looked up and kissed her, silencing her with a kiss.
After a long, sticky kiss, he looked into her wet eyes. When they met eyes up close, her pupils were as dark and bright as a baby's. When she smiled at him with bright eyes and white teeth, even a god couldn't resist.
He held it in for a while, his face turning completely red, but it would be a lie to say he hadn't prepared at all in the past few days.
"I have a box in my bag." His voice trembled as he said this, and he exuded the helplessness and nervousness of a virgin, but Lin Langyi was obviously much more composed than him.
"Bring it here so I can take a look."
He quickly rummaged through the inner layer of his backpack, without even tearing off the plastic protective film, and shoved it into her hands as if it were a hot potato, not daring to look at it.
Lin Langyi turned the box around, glanced at it, and put it aside: "It's useless."
"ah?"
"I am allergic to rubber."
Cheng Yanjin was stunned for a few seconds, but his face did not show any annoyance or displeasure. He quietly blamed himself: "I'm sorry, I didn't ask you beforehand."
"It won't happen again. I'll get to know you better and better."
Lin Langyi gazed at his face, slowly placed her feet on his thighs, then casually folded the blanket on the sofa and tucked it under her waist before lying down comfortably.
"Actually, you don't necessarily need a tank. There are ways to play without a tank."
Cheng Yanjin's hand was still on her calf, and he stared blankly as she pointed at him with a slender white finger.
She had pointed at him many times, each time fiercely telling him not to make a sound when his fiancé made a video call.
But this time, she was pointing to his lips.
Cheng Yanjin understood what she meant in an instant. His handsome face burned hot and red, and his throat suddenly felt dry. He swallowed several times but could not get rid of the agonizing thirst.
I love it.
He bent down to quench his thirst, thinking, "If only this were a room I couldn't get out of."
Lin Langyi quickly became overwhelmed. Cheng Yanjin was initially incredibly clumsy, but soon he grabbed her waist and hips, dragged her back, and forcefully pressed her face against his.
He swallowed heavily, a jumble of sounds coming from his throat. Lin Langyi was increasingly overwhelmed by his persistent advances, and neither of them noticed that her silent phone kept turning on and off, like a lighthouse in an ocean current emitting a bright, warning white light.
"That's enough, that's enough!" Lin Langyi begged for mercy. She curled up her legs to avoid his endless swallowing and twisted her body to reach under the sofa.
Cheng Yanjin thought she was going to run away again, so he grabbed her waist and wouldn't let go. His ears were no longer as red as before. He was still not satisfied and decided to do more and say less. Anyway, the sofa was such a small space, and he could grab her back when he had the chance.
Lin Langyi's legs were being grabbed and kneaded by him, her upper body dangling in the air as she rummaged through the clothes on the ground for a long time. The person behind her kept making small movements, interrupting her search for things one after another.
After dragging it out for a while, Cheng Yanjin hooked her arm around his back and twisted it behind his back. Just as he was thinking about what to say for another round, Lin Langyi slapped him hard across the chest.
"Don't bother me!"
As it turned out, the slap seemed to have satisfied him, and he started kneading her wrist like dough, making those little animal-like gurgling sounds in his throat, like an octopus wrapping around and rubbing against her.
Lin Langyi snapped at him, "Are you going to do it or not?"
Cheng Yanjin lifted her flushed face from her back, looking bewildered: "Huh? Didn't we not have a condom?"
Lin Langyi remained unfazed, as if playing a trick on him: "Yes, I do."
Cheng Yanjin froze for a moment. His carefully styled hair was now a mess, with a strand sticking out.
It turns out she had prepared all along. I'm so touched. She loves him so much, and likes being close to him just like him. He must treat her well...
Lin Langyi had no idea what the man in front of her, whose eyes had suddenly welled up with colorful tears, was thinking. She didn't even notice the wetness in his eyes, since most of his face was wet and the moisture was barely noticeable.
She treated him like a dog, teaching him to count to three before eating: "I'm teaching you that from now on, whether there's a T or not, you should still do the things you were supposed to do earlier."
His Adam's apple bobbed again, his gaze burning as he stared at her face, and he whispered, "Yes, I like it too."
Very obedient and sensible, Lin Langyi got her wish and slept with this man whose mouth was as hard as his [blank].
Everything was going smoothly. After being slept with, Cheng Yanjin completely transformed into a clingy person, hugging her and saying how much he loved her while coaxing her:
“I gave in to the old man and will go back to work at the company. Where is your fiancé from? If he doesn’t earn enough, just dump him. I’ll give you all his salary and shares later.”
Lin Langyi squeezed one hand out of his arms to reach for her phone, thinking that Yuan Chuyu, regardless of anything else, was first and foremost rich and generous.
The money for Cheng Yanjin to be the tour guide this time was all paid for by her fiancé.
She pondered for a moment and decided it was best not to tell either of them the truth, since it would make either of them feel uncomfortable.
With her thoughts and body seemingly floating in the clouds, Lin Langyi finally reached for her phone, turned it on, and saw rows of messages and missed calls piled up on the screen.
The first one on the list was Hang Qian. She used so many exclamation marks that her screams seemed to pierce the screen and shoot into her ears.
Your husband is here.
He's looking for you.
Lin Langyi's mind went blank for a moment, and she sat up abruptly.
Cheng Yanjin's arm was still under her shoulder. He had just happily washed her with warm water and wrapped her in a blanket. He was holding his soft girlfriend and planning tomorrow's itinerary when he saw her suddenly sit up with a change in expression. Confused, he propped himself up as well: "What's wrong?"
Lin Langyi didn't even have time to talk to him; her fingers flew across the keyboard as she sent a message to Hang Qian:
What does that mean? Yuan Chuyu? He's here?
That's impossible. If he's on a business trip for a full ten days, he won't finish until tomorrow at the earliest.
And even if he was planning to come, why didn't he give her any hints? They chatted a bit this morning when they said good morning, but he didn't mention coming to Switzerland at all.
Was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?
Hang Qian did not reply to Lin Langyi's message immediately.
Lin Langyi couldn't wait. While getting up to change her clothes, she quickly swiped the screen, finding two calls from Yuan Chuyu and a message buried at the bottom:
Y: [。]
What does a period mean?!
A feeling of being half-dead, half-alive, like someone who has just stopped breathing.
Lin Langyi finished dressing in no time. Cheng Yanjin hadn't even realized why she had suddenly become so ruthless and unreasonable. He stood there, half-leaning on the sofa, and stretched out an arm towards her.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Hang Qian's message finally came back:
[Did Yuan Chuyu know your itinerary? I told him you went to watch the sunset, and he looked at me with a smile and said watching the sunset should have been yesterday's itinerary, since there was a sunset photo in the second to last long image you posted.]
Then I said, "You went again today, mainly to pick up the Rolex spoon and enjoy the scenery while you're at it. You'll be right back." He replied, "This hotel doesn't provide guest cards, so I couldn't get it. But I was able to redeem it for free when I was in Interlaken." He even reminded me, "Zhuzhu, didn't you forget to redeem it then, and only remembered to redeem it today?"
Sister, I'm so sorry, his voice was so intimidating, my brain just went slow, and I nodded and said yes. He chuckled again and said, "Oh, sorry, I forgot that apart from Lucerne, where the Rolex flagship store still has stock, other regions are currently experiencing a supply shortage and can't pick it up."
[He deliberately tried to trick me into revealing information! My God, your husband is as scary as a smiling tiger!]
Lin Langyi's eyelids twitched. Seeing that Hang Qian could send so many messages, Yuan Chuyu must no longer be with her, so she made a phone call directly.
Hang Qian was practically going crazy on the phone: "Yi Bao, he's gone over there."
Lin Langyi rubbed her forehead, recalling that she had indeed told him about her itinerary when they talked early that morning, but at the time she thought that she couldn't fake the sightseeing spots, let alone take photos, so there was no point in hiding it.
Besides, he asked about her schedule every day anyway, so she was used to it...
Who would have thought they would fly over without even a word?
Blood rushed to her head, and Lin Langyi licked her dry lips, a slight pain throbbing in her lower lip.
She paused for a second before remembering that her lower lip had been sucked raw when she kissed someone.
Her expression worsened, and she asked Hang Qian in a low voice, "Qianqian, did you ask him why he came here?"
“I asked him, and he said you didn’t answer his video call last night, and this morning he saw that you posted an emoji you’d never used before. He also happened to have finished his work, so he flew over to be with you…”
Would a boyfriend really fly over just because of a missed video call or a strange emoji?
Lin Langyi was in a desperate situation and failed to discern the distorted and obsessive possessiveness and desire for control within him.
Yuan Chuyu's next message arrived late. His emotions were too stable; there was neither a barrage of messages nor a hysterical outburst. So stable that she still held a sliver of hope, thinking that he might indeed have simply come to accompany her on her trip.
After all, before coming to Switzerland, she talked nonsense about how Switzerland and Sweden were so similar that it was a pity they didn't travel together.
Lin Langyi opened his message.
Y: [Image]
Y: [Come here.]
Y: [I'll be waiting for you here.]
When Lin Langyi saw the picture clearly, her scalp tingled.
The mobile dessert cart in the picture is less than a kilometer away from her current snow house.
Cheng Yanjin went to get some warm water and brought her a double-flavor ice cream cone when he came back. The packaging of the ice cream cone is exactly the same as the big logo on the fancy dessert cart in the photo.
Thinking that the double-flavored dish Cheng Yanjin brought in happened to be one of her favorites, Lin Langyi thought she might as well send a string of periods back to have a magical showdown with Yuan Chuyu.
Clinging to the last glimmer of hope, she slowly raised her head with dead fish eyes and asked Cheng Yanjin, "Did you run into anyone when you went to buy the ice cream cone?"
Cheng Yanjin had just put on his trousers, looking every bit the handsome half-naked man emerging from the bath. He recalled, "I didn't notice, his business wasn't doing well."
Lin Langyi: "I quite like the flavors you bought."
"Really?" Cheng Yanjin smiled with delight, raised an eyebrow, and said triumphantly, "I saw a guy next to me order this double flavor, but he didn't eat it. He just watched it slowly melt away. I thought it tasted bad, so I asked him about it."
"He said it was delicious, especially since his wife really liked this authentic, bitter matcha flavor, so he bought some and recommended it to me when she came over."
Okay, that's enough.
Lin Langyi turned up the windproof collar of her coat to cover half of her face and walked straight out the door.
"Where are you going?" Cheng Yanjin took a few steps forward and put his hand on his hoodie.
His vision was briefly obscured by the collar, but when he looked up again, he saw Lin Langyi pointing at him from a distance once more.
She said, "A friend of mine is coming over. You should go back first."
"Don't call me for now."
As Lin Langyi stepped out of the snow house, there were still voices calling her from behind, but she walked quickly and left them behind without turning her head.
Cheng Yanjin still needs to tidy up all the furniture and belongings in the house, so he definitely won't be able to get over in a short time.
She should take Yuan Chuyu away first, away from this hellish distance of only one kilometer, so that the two of them don't run into each other again.
Yuan Chuyu may not know anything. Just as Hang Qian said, he is particularly good at extracting information and setting traps for people. Unless he catches them in the act, where would he get the evidence?
From the time Lin Langyi met Cheng Yanjin until today, she has not saved a single photo of him on her phone, let alone a photo of them together.
Those are all in Cheng Yanjin's camera; just make sure the two of them don't meet and talk things out.
As for what happens after she meets Yuan Chuyu... he might not have time to travel with her, which is fine. She had originally planned to block Cheng Yanjin after the trip and end the relationship quickly. Now it's just a matter of bringing the process forward. She can go back to China with Yuan Chuyu first.
After Lin Lang finished thinking about it, the colorful oil painting dessert cart appeared in front of him.
Business is really not good; this place is too remote.
Therefore, the tall figure standing quietly in the snow, wearing a black velvet coat, stood out conspicuously.
He was carefully wiping his hands with a handkerchief. The half-melted ice cream cone was deformed, the spiral pattern blurred, and it was sticky and dripping down.
His obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness was astounding; he could tolerate the melting ice cream cone that was about to drip and insisted on holding it in his hand.
Lin Langyi quickly ran forward a few meters and called out, "Yuan Chuyu."
He turned to look at her at the sound. The black turtleneck cashmere sweater under his coat clung to his long neck, making his calm face look as beautiful and serene as snow.
He adjusted his collar with his fingers, the wedding ring on his ring finger reflecting a translucent light, and asked her, "What did you call me?"
Since the engagement—or rather, even earlier, after the two confirmed their marriage and received the ring—he had never taken off the ring for a single moment.
She, on the other hand, was much more casual, taking off her ring while showering, while putting on gloves, and right now, for this ski trip.
Lin Langyi's heart pounded like a drum. The closer she got to him, the slower her steps became. In the last few steps, she strolled over slowly, her nerves on edge as she prepared to face him.
"husband?"
Yuan Chuyu suddenly smiled, a gentle and warm smile, just like always.
"Um."
Seeing that she had stopped two or three steps away from him, he casually reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer. Then, he leaned down and kissed her eyelids, chuckling as he said, "You've run so fast that snowflakes are stuck to your eyelashes."
A familiar scent enveloped her.
Yuan Chuyu gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips. His fingers were not as warm as hers because he had been waiting outside until the ice cream cone was half-melted, while she had been in the warm, enclosed room until now.
"Want some ice cream? I just happened to see your favorite flavor."
"No, thank you." Lin Langyi's every nerve was on high alert. "It looks so cold."
“That’s true.” Yuan Chuyu glanced back and saw an old, grayish-white bucket serving as a trash can next to the dessert cart.
He raised his hand from four or five meters away, and the ice cream cone fell into the trash can with a thud, like a palette of colors that had been chaotically blended after a painting was finished.
"It's too cold, and there's really nothing good to eat."
He carefully wiped each finger again, making sure the sticky, uncomfortable feeling was gone before stopping.
Lin Langyi stared at his hands, which had distinct knuckles and were slightly red at the joints, as if his hands had been tightly interlaced for a long time, leaving such dark and violent marks.
There was a scarf folded on Yuan Chuyu's arm; it was his. Before her business trip, she had casually taken it from his walk-in closet to show her enthusiasm and told him not to forget to take it with him.
He wrapped the scarf around her neck and tied it securely. After making sure the cold wind wouldn't seep in through her neck, he used his hand, which was adorned with a wedding ring, to pull the scarf down so that her face wasn't completely obscured.
"Aren't you cold?" Lin Langyi's voice was muffled by his scarf, and his breath carried the faint scent of ylang-ylang.
Yuan Chuyu smiled and took her hand, tucking it into his coat pocket: "This way you won't be cold."
He led her away from the land, their footsteps crunching on the snow, leaving behind two sets of footprints of varying sizes.
"I cut two meetings in half, so the work ended early." Yuan Chuyu didn't question what she was doing, but instead explained why he flew over a day early, "I thought you said you missed me, so I came."
On the phone, she really did say she missed him over and over again, calling him sweetly and affectionately.
"Do you miss me?" Yuan Chuyu suddenly turned his face to look at her. The cold wind blew his face until it turned bloodless white, and his dark pupils became as black as the dead of night.
"Yes, I do." Lin Langyi's hand was completely enveloped in his large palm, and she said, "As soon as I saw you, I didn't even want to continue the second half of the trip. I just wanted to stay at home with you."
His beautiful eyebrows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Me too, Zhuzhu, I think about you every day."
"Then let's go back." Lin Langyi had completely composed herself and regained her usual calm.
The most urgent thing is to cut off contact with Cheng Yanjin and return to China first.
“Great,” Yuan Chuyu said in his unchanged tone, “I just bought a flight for the early morning, so we can get home after a good night’s sleep.”
Lin Langyi paused, noticeably lagging behind him by half a step, before speeding up again to catch up.
This is too rushed, as if he can't bear to stay here for even a second longer.
Lin Langyi's mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts, and her palms, which were being held tightly by him, were sweating.
"What about Hang Qian...?"
"Don't worry, I've asked her for her opinion. She feels the time is a bit too tight, so she wants to go back tomorrow morning. I've also bought her a business class seat, so don't worry."
Lin Langyi got into his rented car. Yuan Chuyu gave her the airport address directly. He had even packed her luggage, which was now in the trunk.
The car was well-heated. Lin Langyi had him on her left and her lightweight travel bag on her right. She hadn't brought it with her when she came out with Cheng Yanjin in the afternoon; she had just left it at the hotel.
Yuan Chuyu had finished tidying up for her as well.
Her mind raced, and she finally remembered that she still had the watch she had bought for him in her bag. She grabbed the bag, put it on her lap, and started turning it over in front of him.
There was also an opened box of condoms at the bottom of the exquisite brocade box. It was supposed to be a pack of five, but now there should only be two left.
Lin Langyi, blinded by the sight, grabbed the gift and threw the bag back to the other side.
"Yeah, I bought you a watch. The dial is black ice color. I think this color suits you a lot... I don't know why."
Yuan Chuyu listened quietly to her introduction with his head down, then reached out his hand, tilted his head to rest on her shoulder, and whispered, "Help me put it on?"
Lin Langyi reached for his other hand: "Left hand."
He obediently extended his left hand, but his right hand did not retreat. He wrapped his arms around her waist and watched her fidget with it, his eyes lowered.
Once it was on, the translucent, icy black color perfectly complemented his skin. Lin Langyi held his hand and looked it over from front to back before raising her face in satisfaction to praise him. He slightly raised his chin, his high, straight nose brushing against her, and tilted his head to kiss her tenderly.
"I really like it." He held her lower lip in his mouth, and just like the first time they kissed, he couldn't stop his teeth from hitting her lips.
He felt a slight pain in his lower lip, and sucked on the small cut he had just made, sighing as he repeatedly told her, "I really like it, thank you, Zhuzhu."
Lin Langyi's phone rang several times, but she didn't answer it.
The buzzing sound during the vibration was like the noisy chirping of cicadas in summer.
Yuan Chuyu thought to himself, "I wish that cicada's lifespan was as short as that of a real cicada."
It wasn't until they reached the airport that Lin Langyi finally had a chance to use the excuse of going to the restroom to block Cheng Yanjin.
Throughout the journey, Yuan Chuyu stayed by her side, his gaze never leaving her. Lin Langyi couldn't do these things in front of him.
Fortunately, it's on silent.
But if she hadn't been muted, she might have separated from Cheng Yanjin the moment Yuan Chuyu arrived in Switzerland.
Lin Langyi ignored Cheng Yanjin's screen full of messages, and before blocking him, she simply sent "Let's break up," then immediately cleared all the chat history, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and left.
The earliest flight was at midnight, but for Lin Langyi, it meant spending six hours at the airport.
Yuan Chuyu only remembered this question after arriving at the airport. He patiently asked her what she wanted to eat, but Lin Langyi was not in the mood to search for restaurants near the airport and just planned to eat something casually at the airport.
The two ate a simple meal at a Western restaurant. Yuan Chuyu was always polite and reserved when he ate, and he didn't seem to have much of an appetite, but the two still ate for more than half an hour.
As Lin Langyi finally prepared to go through security and head towards the fast lane, her mood gradually brightened. That door seemed like a safe haven; once she passed through it, Cheng Yanjin would no longer be able to find her, who was named "Lin Xiao."
She casually complained to Yuan Chuyu, "My eye mask is still lying around—"
"Lin Xiao!"
Lin Langyi's expression froze the moment she finished speaking.
A gust of wind swept behind her, making her hair stand on end. She turned around to look back, and Yuan Chuyu's hand, which was wrapped around her waist, suddenly tightened, pulling her back two steps.
Cheng Yanjin's hand, which was about to grab her arm, brushed past the hem of her clothes.
His brows were furrowed, his breathing was rapid, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He stared at the hand with the wedding ring on her waist for a long time before finally shifting his gaze to Yuan Chuyu's face with a gloomy expression.
"Lin Xiao?" Yuan Chuyu asked Lin Langyi with his head down, "Did you mistake her for someone else?"
Lin Langyi stared at Cheng Yanjin: "Hmm."
Cheng Yanjin sneered. His face was extremely ugly, and he didn't have time to confront Yuan Chuyu.
In this situation, whoever can hold onto Lin Langyi is the winner. Why waste time on those who are eliminated?
These past few days, memories flashed through his mind. He couldn't believe that he was a stagnant pool in her heart. It must have been this fiancé who forced her to break up with him, doing something so outrageous and cruel to separate them.
"Let's go. They called for Lin Xiao, not you." Yuan Chuyu's face was ashen as he turned around, pulling the silent Lin Langyi into his arms.
Cheng Yanjin's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been struck hard by a sledgehammer, and his blood was trembling and echoing throughout his body.
He repeated it a second time; he wasn't deaf, so he naturally understood what the other person meant.
She doesn't use that name. It was okay to lie to him at first; it was a way to protect herself when she was out. But just a few hours ago, she was still crammed into a cozy little house with him, and she still hadn't changed her story.
As the two people turned to leave, Cheng Yanjin, agitated, chased after them, grabbed Lin Langyi's wrist, and forced her to turn her face to meet his gaze.
"Don't be afraid of him, I'm here. Tell him the truth, what exactly is our relationship?"
"You just need to make a choice, and you don't need to worry about any other consequences. I will take care of everything."
Yuan Chuyu tightened his grip on Lin Langyi's waist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and he used so much force that it hurt her a little.
Cheng Yanjin pressed on, saying, "Think carefully before you answer."
Pedestrians hurried by, occasionally glancing back at the three men who were locked in a tense standoff.
Now that things have come to this, Lin Langyi feels a sense of peace and tranquility, as if the dust has settled.
Her tone was cool and detached, and every word she spoke clearly reached their ears:
"Are you kidding me? Of course I choose my fiancé, there is no other choice."
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