78. Mobile phone password
Cheng Boyan's gaze was sharp, and he did not respond.
"Jingjing," Wen Xueyan asked again, "where do you feel unwell?"
"I'm just a little anemic..." Wen Haijing's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
Xu Junheng chimed in at the opportune moment: "Miss Wen, please rest assured, I will take good care of your cousin."
These words, though spoken in a grand and dignified manner, sent a chill down Wen Xueyan's spine. She looked at Xu Junheng's hand resting on her cousin's waist.
Wen Xueyan also wondered how he knew she was Wen Haijing's cousin.
Cheng Boyan keenly sensed Wen Xueyan's emotional fluctuations and said calmly to Xu Junheng, "We won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Xu. We'll take our leave first."
Xu Junheng responded, "Go ahead."
night.
The night was as dark as ink, but inside the apartment at Crystal Blue Peninsula, the warm lights dispelled the chill from outside the window.
"Has the fever gone down?" Cheng Boyan asked calmly as he entered the room, placing his briefcase on the entryway cabinet.
His gaze first fell on the child in Wen Xueyan's arms. The little guy was holding onto Wen Xueyan's collar, his face was rosy, but the tip of his nose still had a slight redness from his cold.
"Yes, her temperature has been normal throughout the day," Wen Xueyan replied softly. "She just still has a bit of a runny nose. I'll go make some formula now."
"Wait a minute. I need to wash my hands." Cheng Boyan put down his briefcase and went straight to the bathroom. "Let me do it. I haven't fed my son myself yet."
The sound of running water rang out. Wen Xueyan stood there, watching his back as he carefully washed his hands, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.
Cheng Boyan took the bottle, prepared the formula, and then sat on the sofa, carefully bringing the bottle to the child's lips. The little guy was extremely hungry and eagerly began to eat. The warm yellow light shone on the father and son, creating a heartwarming scene.
Wen Xueyan stood aside, quietly watching this scene. At this moment, she suddenly understood the profound meaning of blood ties, a tacit understanding that transcends words.
After the child finished eating, he yawned. A gentle-looking middle-aged nanny came over, greeted him, and gently took the child from her.
Cheng Boyan watched the nanny carry the child into the bedroom, then turned to Wen Xueyan and said, "This nanny was personally chosen by my mother; she's absolutely reliable. She's taken care of my cousin's child before. My mother really wants to see her grandson, but I respect your decision and won't let her come over for now. I've only shown her a few photos."
These words sent a shiver down Wen Xueyan's spine. She understood the weight of their meaning.
Then Cheng Boyan took the several exquisite shopping bags he had just brought home from the entryway to the sofa. The bags were a soft off-white color, printed with the understated logo of an Italian children's clothing brand.
I bought it on a whim while passing by the mall.
Wen Xueyan opened one of the bags, inside was a light blue jumpsuit with delicate little sailboats embroidered on the neckline, as soft to the touch as a new bud in early spring.
The other bag contained pale yellow knitted cardigans with delicate shell buttons on the cuffs. Each garment was paired with matching socks and bibs, demonstrating the selector's thoughtfulness.
"These clothes..." Wen Xueyan stroked the soft fabric, "They're so cute, and they're also very warm."
Cheng Boyan asked, "Who bought all the clothes the baby's been wearing lately?"
"Some of them were bought by me," Wen Xueyan replied, "and some were gifts from President Xi and Grandma Xi."
Cheng Boyan's eyes were deep: "For infant and toddler clothing, fabric safety is more important than style. I've checked the composition of all these clothes I bought; they're made of the highest standard organic cotton."
Wen Xueyan said softly, "The baby will like it."
Inside the restaurant, a delicate table was set with glistening dumplings and three side dishes. Jade shrimp, stir-fried asparagus, and braised chicken with mushrooms were all Wen Xueyan's favorite dishes.
Cheng Boyan served Wen Xueyan a bowl of soup, his movements natural and considerate.
Wen Xueyan took a sip of soup, her eyes filled with undisguised worry: "This morning at the hospital, Xu Junheng saw us together... I feel uneasy. Knowing his character, I wonder what trouble he might cause with this."
Cheng Boyan put down his chopsticks, his eyes calm: "Although his intentions are not yet clear, if he dares to bother you, tell me anytime."
He paused briefly, a hint of inquiry in his voice: "Did your cousin know him before?"
Wen Xueyan gently shook her head: "They probably don't know each other. They are about ten years apart in age, and their life trajectories are completely different. Jingjing comes from a poor family. A while ago, her family was borrowing money from all over the place to pay for her brother's dowry. She borrowed some living expenses from me before, but just a few days ago, she paid off the debt all at once. I always feel that this may be related to Xu Junheng."
She remembered receiving a message from her cousin that morning: "Sister, please don't tell my parents that you saw me at the hospital."
Wen Xueyan sighed softly: "When I asked her why, she just told me not to worry about it."
Cheng Boyan's gaze darkened slightly, and his tone became serious: "In that case, you should not interfere for the time being. Xu Junheng is a man of deep thoughts and unpredictable methods."
Wen Xueyan gazed at the deep night outside the window, her voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself: "Sometimes I feel that people's hearts are like this city in the night, seemingly brightly lit, but hiding too many unknown shadows inside. Jingjing is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, I'm really afraid she'll suffer without realizing it."
Cheng Boyan added hot soup to her bowl, his gaze deep: "She's an adult now. Everyone has to navigate their own fog. Some paths are destined to be walked alone, and some insights can only be gained after stumbling and falling."
After dinner, Cheng Boyan naturally took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
He locked the bedroom door, led Wen Xueyan to sit on the soft sofa, and slowly put his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace.
His fingertips gently slipped inside her blouse, tracing the slightly protruding shoulder blades on her back. Wen Xueyan trembled involuntarily, feeling as if the wings of a sleeping butterfly were being awakened by the spring breeze.
One by one, the buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing fair skin. He leaned down and kissed her neck, the kiss burning hot…
Wen Xueyan closed her eyes and felt him.
“I went to the chemical plant workshop today, so I might still smell. I’m going to take a shower now, and I’ll make love to you properly tonight.” A minute later, Cheng Boyan looked up and whispered in her ear.
Then, he got up and went straight to the bathroom in the master bedroom. The sound of running water filled the air.
Wen Xueyan sat alone on the sofa, lost in thought. She wanted to ask him what had happened to him in the past year or so, and she also felt that Xu Junxian's sudden death was somewhat suspicious.
The separation of more than a year had created an invisible chasm between them. Even now, so close, she could still feel that subtle sense of estrangement.
Just then, Cheng Boyan's phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang. Wen Xueyan saw that it was already past ten o'clock at night, and the name flashing on the screen made her frown.
Rao Wanyi. Her college classmate, the wealthy heiress who insisted on marrying him against her family's wishes.
Rao Wanyi is a sincere and kind girl. When Wen Xueyan was in trouble during college, she lent her money to help her through the difficult time.
Wen Xueyan still remembers that grand and luxurious wedding. She was invited as a classmate, while Cheng Boyan was seated at the head table as an important client. At the wedding, Rao Wanyi, arm in arm with her poor husband, beamed with an unbridled smile of happiness.
At the time, almost everyone said that Rao Wanyi was marrying down, and that she had almost broken with her family for love. Her parents strongly opposed the marriage, and only reluctantly agreed when she became pregnant.
However, reality is always cruel. Wen Xueyan still remembers the news she saw in the classmates' group last year: Rao Wanyi had just given birth to her child and then resolutely got a divorce.
It is said that the divorce case was quite ugly. The man who once vowed to give her happiness not only cheated on her, but also refused to budge an inch on the division of property.
Why would Rao Wanyi call Cheng Boyan at 10 PM? This is clearly not during working hours.
Wen Xueyan picked up her phone and opened Rao Wanyi's WeChat Moments.
The latest post, published the day before yesterday, was a picture of an elegant afternoon tea, accompanied by a caption tinged with melancholy: "I once thought love could overcome all obstacles, but now I realize that different worlds ultimately find it difficult to resonate. A marriage of convenience exhausted my youthful passion, leaving only a mess and profound realization. Only now do I truly understand that being well-matched in social standing is not an outdated prejudice, but rather the foundation upon which two independent souls can converse on equal footing."
Many mutual friends liked and commented below, all expressing the importance of "marrying someone of equal social standing".
Another person commented below: "When are you going to bring us the new Prince Charming?"
Rao Wanyi's reply was: "Wait a little longer."
Wen Xueyan continued scrolling down. Rao Wanyi's WeChat Moments was like an open diary, recording the struggles and awakening of a single mother.
There's a selfie of her holding her feverish child late at night, her bare face etched with exhaustion, captioned: "Once a princess, now a superhero. Life never shows mercy because of your birth."
Another post featured a photo of her sweating it out at the gym: "Rediscovering myself isn't about pleasing anyone, but about proving that even if I fall to the bottom, I can still get back up."
Two months ago, another comment was even more blunt: "I advise all sisters, never marry down. You think you're saving the other person, but you're actually draining yourself. The story of a 'phoenix man' (a man from a poor background who achieves success) often ends in a mess."
Wen Xueyan flipped through the messages one by one. She thought of Rao Wanyi from university, a romantic who believed in the supremacy of love, but now she had become so realistic and sharp. The trials of life can indeed completely change a person.
Wen Xueyan refreshed her feed and found that Rao Wanyi had just posted a new post on her WeChat Moments, which contained nine recent photos arranged in a nine-grid layout. Some were landscape photos, some were of her reading, but there was one photo that completely stunned her.
The photo was clearly taken in Cheng Boyan's living room. There were books, coffee, and a limited edition watch on the coffee table that she recognized all too well; Cheng Boyan had the exact same one.
The photo caption reads: "New insight this week: A truly exceptional man is as steady as a mountain, sparing with words, yet every glance is captivating. Completely different from those I've encountered before who use cheap gestures to feign enthusiasm. His world is vast and orderly; his silence carries more weight than any vow. It turns out, true attraction never needs fanfare. This time, I choose to pursue the happiness worth pursuing with all my might!"
Wen Xueyan walked into the living room with her phone, comparing the coffee table in the photo with the one in real life. The marble pattern was exactly the same. Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly, and a bitter feeling spread through her chest.
Wen Xueyan has been in her apartment all day today, so was this photo of Rao Wanyi taken here a few days ago?
Could it be that Cheng Boyan and Rao Wanyi got together during the year or so they were apart? This thought lingered in her mind, tightening more and more.
During that year, in that period of time when she was not a part of his life, did he ever have feelings for someone else?
Wen Xueyan returned to her bedroom, and Cheng Boyan's phone vibrated again; it was a WeChat message from Rao Wanyi.
However, Wen Xueyan could only see the name, not the content.
Wen Xueyan stared at the name and suddenly remembered that unbearable past two years ago. When her ex-husband Song Tiancheng cheated on her, she was just like now, staring blankly at her phone screen, and even tried to enter his phone password.
Song Tiancheng hesitated and refused to reveal the password.
At this time, Wen Xueyan also did not know Cheng Boyan's phone password.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Cheng Boyan came out wearing a bathrobe, water droplets still dripping from his hair.
"What's wrong?" He keenly noticed Wen Xueyan's unusual expression.
In the months following childbirth, perhaps due to hormonal changes, Wen Xueyan felt that her emotions sometimes fluctuated like a rollercoaster.
At this moment, Wen Xueyan had already quickly put on her coat. Just as she reached out to turn the doorknob, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.
Cheng Boyan's body, still warm from his shower, embraced her firmly but not roughly, just enough to stop her from leaving.
"Let me go."
Cheng Boyan didn't let go, gently resting his chin on the top of her head. "Xueyan, what happened? At least tell me what made you so angry." His voice was deep and steady, like the sea at night.
"Is there something you haven't told me? Or, do you dare to tell me your phone password?" Wen Xueyan struggled slightly after speaking, but he held her even tighter.
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