Chapter 58 [VIP]
At first glance, it was quite touching. But before the touching moment could last two seconds, Han Shu's smile froze, replaced by suspicion.
"Just...boyfriend?"
Wen Zhiyu also noticed the blind spot, and after a moment of contemplation, asked, "A man?"
"My man?" Han Shu chewed on the words repeatedly, then chuckled and nodded vigorously, "Yes, my man."
Wen Zhiyu's lips curled into a sharp smile, but he forced himself to restrain himself, ultimately resulting in a somewhat dim-witted expression as the lower half of his face twitched continuously.
"Silly." Han Shu feigned disgust, but actually hugged the person even tighter. "Why do I like you so much?"
Wen Zhiyu couldn't hold back any longer, a dazzling smile playing on her lips, "Your man likes you too."
Han Shu was satisfied and took another smack of his lips.
Wen Zhiyu deepened the kiss by pinching the back of her neck.
Unlike the desperate need for oxygen when drowning, this moment is filled with tender affection and mutual understanding.
When Wen Zhiyu withdrew, his eyes were red, but the hand that had been on her waist remained still. "You take a nap, I'll take a shower and go to work."
Han Shu was dumbfounded. In this situation, he still had to work? He'd never even seen a pig run before, what was going on with him?
"You..." Han Shu hesitated, "Do you have a hidden illness?"
Wen Zhiyu suspected there was something wrong with his ears, "A hidden ailment?"
"I've already said it, so there's no harm in saying another word." Han Shu bit her lip, "It's about that aspect of the problem."
Meeting those slightly evasive almond-shaped eyes, Wen Zhiyu laughed in exasperation, pulled the person close to him, and shoved them hard. "What's the problem?"
Han Shu's body instantly turned red. He looked like a boiled egg that had been pulled out of boiling water and then thrown into ice water, sitting round and silly at the bottom of the basin.
Wen Zhiyu gritted his teeth, "I don't want to act like a hooligan, so you're just assuming I'm impotent?"
"..." Han Shu's two fingers, like tiny figures, crawled over Wen Zhiyu's bulging veins on the back of his hand, his muscular arms, and his tightly pressed chest, finally stopping at his sharp Adam's apple.
She touched it with her fingertip, and her Adam's apple bobbed down as if trying to avoid it; she touched it again, and it bobbed down again.
Han Shu quickly grabbed it and whispered, "It's okay to play around with it."
Wen Zhiyu, who had been trying to suppress his emotions, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his pupils like solidified glaciers or boiling volcanic rock, and said, "Say it again."
"It's fine to have some fun too—"
Without anyone noticing, the bowstring, stretched to its limit, snapped with a loud crack.
This wasn't their first kiss, but it was the first time they'd been so intimate. Skin to skin, Wen Zhiyu, usually so restrained and stoic, practically wanted to devour Han Shu alive.
A sudden gust of wind stirs the water, creating ripples, and a small boat floats on the water.
Han Shu turned her head away impatiently, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains and reflecting in her unfocused eyes, forming a series of diffuse, dazzling halos. The scalding, rough touch tossed her high into the air, the gentle yet fierce onslaught causing her to plummet weightlessly.
A solo shower turned into a couple's bath. Han Shu had just recovered and wanted to make a phone call to the shop when Wen Zhiyu pulled her into his arms again and continued to do the same.
"Wen Zhiyu, you're being a pervert!" Han Shu protested weakly.
"Let's have some fun." Wen Zhiyu's breathing was heavy. "Right away."
"Wen Zhiyu, you said you'd listen to me..."
"I'm listening."
"...You're lying!"
"..."
"you--"
Wen Zhiyu bit her shoulder, which was still wet with tears, and said, "Focus."
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, intermittently punctuated by a girl's suppressed sobs and a man's low, seductive whispers. Time stretched out, casting long shadows, and wisps of steam rose, freezing the moment into eternity…
After everything was tidied up, Han Shu didn't want to move a single finger when he was shoved onto the large bed in the guest room. As for why it was a guest room…
"I'll pack up and then carry you back." Wen Zhiyu tucked the blanket in tightly, his bare upper body covered in scratches.
Han Shu grumbled, "What time is it?"
"A little after two o'clock."
"...I want to go to the store."
Wen Zhiyu was taken aback. "Going again?"
"A batch of tableware has arrived, and the menu needs to be adjusted." Han Shu tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were glued shut.
"I'll go then." Wen Zhiyu placed Han Shu's phone on the bedside table and put it on vibrate. "Rest well, I'll call you if anything comes up."
Han Shu was still worried, but he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep, still worrying in his dreams. Wen Zhiyu, completely unaware of this, happily drove straight to Houhai.
When the boss's car pulled up at the door, Hedgehog rushed out, shouting, "Boss, you're finally here! The menu—"
Wen Zhiyu got out of the car, locked the door, and strode over.
The hedgehog looked back and scratched its head. "Teacher Wen, where's the boss?"
"She's not coming today."
"What should we do then? There are a few urgent matters that require the boss's approval. Why don't you give her a call?"
Wen Zhiyu raised his hand to straighten his shirt collar. Despite not having slept for more than 24 hours, he was still full of energy and even had a warm smile on his face, which was unusual for him. "No need, the boss lady is here, it's the same."
The hedgehog's eyebrows flew up simultaneously as it continued scratching its head, "Old..."
Wen Qian bowed modestly and said, "I, I am the boss's wife."
hedgehog:………….
The shop assistants/coaches: …………
From then on, the Zhulang Club left a significant mark on aspects such as serving tea and water, washing dishes and cups, managing employee attendance, controlling safety risks, and maintaining a positive service attitude.
The boss, whose work was gradually being "divided up," protested, "Wen Zhiyu, if you come to my shop again, I won't let you off the hook!"
He looked up, pushed up his glasses, and asked, "What do you mean by 'unforgivable'?"
"I...I...I ran away from home!!!"
The next morning, Han Shu, feeling sore and exhausted, turned over weakly and said, "The boss is taking the day off."
Wen Zhiyu pulled her into his arms from behind, blanket and all, and said, "Then we won't go."
"Go ahead." Han Shu nudged him with his shoulder.
Wen Zhiyu said innocently, "I dare not go, I'm afraid the boss will run away from home."
"...Boss lady, you have a heavy responsibility to shoulder. Go quickly."
"After that—"
Han Shu kicked the man off the bed, yelling, "Don't push your luck! Get lost!!!"
Hainan Island is summer all year round.
From the scorching summer sun to the gentle breeze and pleasant temperature of summer, the club has gotten back on track, using its strength to quell the negative comments from the previous unexpected incident. Han Shu has also stepped out of survival mode and begun to seriously consider future development plans.
Han Shu sat on the skateboard, gliding back and forth idly. On his wrist, which was propped up with his chin, a question mark pendant swayed and glittered under the dim streetlights.
Wen Zhiyu touched the tail of the board with his toes, and his right hand firmly caught the double-kick. The exclamation mark pendant swayed, as if in response.
What are you thinking about?
Han Shu suddenly came to his senses, "Thinking about the changes in my mindset during my time on Hainan Island."
When Wen Zhiyu ruffled her hair, Han Shu quickly dodged away, saying, "Don't move, don't move, your bun is going to fall apart."
"Your hair has indeed grown." Wen Zhiyu then twirled a stray strand of hair near her ear. "Why are you suddenly reminiscing?"
"It just feels so magical. When I first came here, I was so lost. I didn't want to go back to work, but I didn't know what to do or what I could do. I felt like I was doomed. Then I started learning to surf. I got beaten up so badly that I had to do all sorts of fancy water dives. I suddenly developed a competitive spirit and felt that I had to learn it. I would think about other things after I mastered it." Han Shu looked up at Wen Zhiyu. "Then, the club had an accident. I don't know where I got the courage and impulse to take it over. I was feeling my way across the river, and I didn't expect that as I felt my way, I would actually start to find my direction."
Wen Zhiyu hooked his index finger and gently stroked her cheek. "Hmm, you've got your career, so what about me?"
"You?" Han Shu glared at him. "You childish boyfriend I picked up—Ah! You pinched me!"
Wen Zhiyu said with a straight face, "Speak properly."
"You're not childish, you're mature, you're the most mature." Han Shu grabbed his arm and stood up, smiling sweetly, "Right, brother?"
elder brother?
Wen Zhiyu's eyes darkened considerably, and he reached out to grab her waist. Han Shu stumbled back three steps, making an "X" sign with her hands in front of her. "We're talking serious business, stop being so inappropriate!"
"..." Wen Zhiyu sighed softly, "Alright, let's get down to business."
Han Shu gave him a wary look, only feeling relieved after confirming that the "groper's hand" had withdrawn. She cleared her throat and said, "This club is like a lighthouse in a storm for me. Since it can heal me, it can also guide more people. So I'm thinking of starting a new business, something like a 'trouble-solving general store,' um... we're still considering the specifics, like postcard boxes, shared notebooks, story photo walls, and so on. That's roughly the idea. What do you think?"
After a moment's thought, Wen Zhiyu said nothing, quickly got on the board, and disappeared in a flash.
Han Shu: ?
Where is he? What's wrong with him now?
Han Shu jumped onto his board and gave chase, but before he could go more than a few steps, he saw Wen Zhiyu speeding towards him. After several attempts to accelerate by pushing off the ground, his back foot didn't land on the board; instead, it dangled in mid-air. Sparks flew as his shoe sole violently rubbed against the ground.
Her pupils dilated in shock. "Stop, stop, stop! Your shoe soles are on fire!"
Wen Zhiyu didn't stop; instead, he bent down, seemingly fiddling with something. When he straightened up again, he slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of Han Shu.
A burning rose was reflected in Han Shu's pupils.
"The cover of the new book is a lit rose." In the firelight, Wen Zhiyu's eyes shone with tenderness. "The book is for you, and so is the rose."
Han Shu took it, liking it no matter how she looked at it. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Wen Zhiyu's chin, "You don't answer questions, you just try to make me happy..."
Wen Zhiyu put one hand in his pocket, straightened his back, and said, "I've already answered."
"Hmm?" Han Shu twirled the rose branch; it wasn't prickly at all. "Is there?"
"When I gave you the first draft of your new book."
"What's going on?"
Wen Zhiyu raised half an eyebrow, his thin lips slightly pursed, "You're reading the book, but not the preface?"
Han Shu blinked blankly, then threw down his skateboard, held the rose like a torch, and ran, sprinting towards home.
Wen Zhiyu carried a board in each hand, gazing fondly at the figure, and then slowly followed behind.
Han Shu pulled out the roughly bound manuscript, and the scene from that day flashed back uncontrollably.
"Divorce me, and come with me."
"I'll raise the child."
Han Shu chuckled. She didn't know how her man's brain was structured; it was rather adorable. She took a deep breath, opened the cover and title page, and the words "Foreword" came into view.
The first paragraph simply connects each unit, the second paragraph uses the usual dark humor. But the third paragraph—
Everyone has a hole in their heart. Everyone digs a hole every day. Some dig upwards, just to find a ray of sunlight. Some dig downwards, wanting to plant a precious seed. Some dig inwards, trying to see the color of their soul. Some dig outwards, hoping that their inner strength will flow into the world.
A boy with trees growing from his feet planted a tree upside down; a rain shower helped it take root and sprout. A boy with his head turned upside down seemed out of place in the world; a mirror turned towards him.
Through the changing seasons, my leaky heart is gradually being filled, and my dilapidated castle is slowly being rebuilt. I have gained the courage to gain and to lose; I am seen, I am heard, and I am embraced by a world as boundless as the universe and as tiny as a drop of water. My world is omnipotent. With me, my world is omnipotent.
Two strong arms pulled Han Shu into their embrace from behind.
Wen Zhiyu said gently, "Anything is possible if you want it."
Han Shu turned around and buried her face in his chest. Tears streamed down her face, but her smile deepened. She nodded vigorously, "It's dark now, we didn't see the sunset today."
"It's okay, we still have tomorrow."
Time flows relentlessly, and everyone runs forward blindfolded. Some people find their own track from birth, while others never find it until their death.
But it doesn't matter, as long as they hold each other's hands, as long as they have boundless courage, the finish line is just ahead.
The rose in my palm has faded, but the love will burn forever.
(End of text)
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