Chapter 45 Misunderstanding
After Wen Eryu followed him into the car, she finally had the chance to ask, "When did you acquire our company?"
Shen Jize retracted his gaze from the window: "Today."
Wen Eryu: “…”
The man pulled up the front baffle, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Wen Eryu took a quick glance and discovered that there were faint dark circles under Chen Jize's eyes.
Although Shen Jize has character flaws, his appearance is impeccable. This face will still be able to charm a large number of people ten years later.
"Thank you so much for just now."
If Wei Yan had really believed Liu Yun's words today, she would be the one fired.
Chen Jize seemed to have some kind of magic. Whenever she encountered danger or difficulties, he would always appear by her side.
However, the man beside her had fallen into a deep sleep and did not respond to her.
In the silent car, Wen Eryu thought for a long time, wondering whether the dream really happened or was just... a dream.
The car stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, Wen Eryu raised his head, turned around and grabbed Shen Jize's right hand.
"...What are you doing?" He opened his eyes unhappily and rubbed his aching temple.
Wen Eryu silently rolled up his sleeves.
Sure enough, the scar was still there, but after so many years, it had faded to the point where it was almost invisible.
Shen Jize frowned and grabbed her hand.
Wen Eryu still didn't say anything. She stretched out her other hand and gently stroked the scar.
Somewhere in Shen Jize's heart seemed to be scratched by a kitten's claws, and the tingling sensation made his heart tremble.
He suddenly let go of Wen Eryu's hand. He had never let her see this scar before. How did she know about it?
"You're being weird today."
Wen Eryu came back to his senses and said, "I'm sorry, I just... had a dream."
Shen Jize's pupils shrank, and he looked at her without saying a word.
"Everyone dreams, there's nothing strange about it."
Wen Eryu hesitated for a moment before she said, "But I feel this dream is too real, so real that I feel like I've lived my life all over again."
Shen Jize looked at her with complicated eyes, and gradually confirmed the guess in his heart.
But he didn't say it right away. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "You didn't eat dinner with me last time. You have to compensate me."
Wen Eryu: “…”
Just as she was about to agree, the phone in her bag rang.
Wen Eryu frowned, but still took out his cell phone and answered the call.
After a moment, she turned to look at Shen Jize, shook her head and said hoarsely: "Next time."
Then, Wen Eryu asked the driver to stop and got out of the car without looking back.
Shen Jize looked at her receding figure in the car.
Sure enough, she rejected him again.
*
H City Central Hospital.
When Wen Eryu arrived, Song Bowen was in the operating room.
The person who just called her was Song Bowen's assistant. When he saw Wen Eryu coming, he motioned for her to sit on the chair next to him.
"Miss Wen, you're here." Tang Yi said.
Wen Eryu nodded and said, "How long has Brother Bo Wen been in there?"
"Ten minutes." Tang Yi sighed, "I'm sorry to have you rush over so quickly."
"It's okay, what's going on?"
On the phone, Tang Yi just said that something happened to Song Bowen, without saying the specific reason, but Wen Eryu felt that Song Bowen's condition was not good from his expression.
Tang Yi paused and said, "His hand was broken."
"What?!" Wen Eryu stood up from his chair in disbelief.
We are now living in a society ruled by law, how could such vicious incidents still happen?
"Originally, I was in the piano room with Mr. Song, but I went to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw Mr. Song being pinned to the ground by a group of people. When they saw me, they fled through the back door." Tang Yi recalled, "When I came to my senses, Mr. Song was covering his hand, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth."
"This is too much. Have you called the police?" Wen Eryu stomped her feet.
Tang Yi: "I've already reported it."
"What did the doctor say? Can his hand be saved?" Wen Eryu asked.
After all, Song Bowen's hands were born to play the piano. If he can't play it now because of this incident, his life will be completely ruined.
Tang Yi's expression was not very good: "My hand can be saved, but if I want to play the piano like before in the future, it will be impossible."
Wen Eryu's heart sank. This was already the best outcome. As for worse possibilities... she didn't dare to think about it.
The two of them sat with a seat between them, staring with bated breath at the three big red words on the operating room door - In Operation.
The pungent smell of disinfectant in the corridor gave Wen Eryu a headache. During the operation, doctors were coming and going in and out of the operating room.
All Wen Eryu could do at this moment was to pray silently in her heart for Song Bowen that the operation would be successful.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yi took out a black pen from his pocket and handed it to her.
Wen Eryu took the pen from him and took a closer look. There was a golden "S" printed on the pen cap.
She always felt that she had seen this pen somewhere.
"I picked this up next to Mr. Song. It must have been dropped by that group of people when they were running away." Tang Yi explained.
The next second, Wen Eryu's face changed. She had seen this pen in Shen Jize's company. There was one in every pen holder in the employee office.
Could it be Shen Jize's people?
Wen Eryu shook her head, but soon she remembered the pile of photos she saw in his study last time, and the last bit of hope she had for him was shattered.
It was she who harmed Song Bowen.
She knew that Shen Ji Ze was an extreme person. Even if they were divorced, he would not let a man get so close to her.
Wen Eryu clenched the pen in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked at the flock of birds flying outside the window.
Her feelings towards Shen Jize are very complicated now. She was about to change her mind about him, but this incident brought her back to square one.
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Tang Yi said, "Miss Wen, go back and rest first. I'll be here to watch over you. I'll contact you after the operation is over."
"No, I'm fine." Wen Eryu forced a smile.
She took out her cell phone and opened the chat box between her and Shen Jize, her finger hovering in the air for a while, then she stepped back and turned off the phone.
*
Wen Eryu took three days off from the company. During these days, she stayed in the hospital with Song Bowen.
The operation was successful. The doctor said that if I recover well later, I can still play the piano, but the probability is only 5%.
At this time, Song Bowen, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to see Wen Eryu beside him in a trance.
Song Bowen coughed lightly, and Wen Eryu, who was taking a nap on the edge of the bed, suddenly raised his head.
"Brother Bo Wen, you're awake."
"Well, why are you here?"
Wen Eryu looked away guiltily: "Assistant Tang has gone to the police station to take a statement. I'll stay here and wait for you to wake up."
Song Bowen looked at his hands wrapped tightly in plaster, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but he still raised a gentle smile.
"Eryu, thank you for coming to accompany me."
"It's all a small matter. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water."
Wen Eryu felt even more guilty when she saw that he was still smiling at her as usual.
Song Bowen nodded: "Okay."
Wen Eryu took a straw and put it in the cup, then handed the cup to his mouth.
Song Bowen took a few sips and asked, "What's the condition of my hand now?"
"..." Wen Eryu put the water cup back on the table, "The doctor said..."
"It's okay, Eryu. I can accept whatever the situation is. If I can't play the piano, I can still do other things."
Wen Eryu knew he was comforting her.
She hesitated for a while, then decided to tell him the truth: "As long as you recover well later, your hands can still play the piano."
Wen Eryu did not tell him the probability of success.
Song Bowen lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth: "Then I will try my best."
Wen Eryu was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be calm and said, "I'll go out and buy you some food."
She couldn't stay in the ward any longer and look at Song Bowen's face.
The cool evening breeze in the corridor made her a little more awake.
Wen Eryu walked out of the inpatient department and planned to buy some porridge around the hospital.
The pink and purple sunset glow spread across the horizon, and the tail of the setting sun was hidden on the glass of the tall buildings.
Summer arrived quietly in H City. Wen Eryu was already sweating after walking a few steps outside. Her hair was blown by the breeze and hung on her sticky cheeks.
But as soon as she walked onto the street, she saw a black Porsche parked on the side of the road.
Wen Eryu paused, chose to ignore it, and then passed by the car.
The next second, the backseat window rolled down, and Shen Jize looked at her sternly.
"Get in the car."
Wen Eryu ignored him and quickened his pace.
The Porsche followed her slowly, attracting curious glances from passers-by.
Wen Eryu clenched his hands, stopped, turned around, opened the car door and got in.
"What do you want from me?" Her tone was not very good.
Shen Ji Ze was rarely patient enough to explain to her: "I didn't do what happened to Song Bowen."
Wen Eryu: “…”
"You don't believe it?" Shen Jize turned to look at her, his heart aching.
Wen Eryu took the pen out of his pocket and said calmly, "Then how do you explain this?"
The letter S on the pen cap pierced Shen Jize's eyes fiercely.
He gritted his teeth and said, "This pen is indeed from the company."
Wen Eryu sneered: "Chen Jize, you disappoint me so much. I know you still like me and don't let me get too close to men, but this time you really went too far."
“…”
"Song Bowen cherishes those hands the most in his life. You've pushed him to the brink of death." Wen Eryu's voice trembled. "Yes, I'm also wrong. I shouldn't have known you."
When Shen Jize heard this, his whole body hunched over, and a trace of brokenness flashed in his dark eyes.
All the words he wanted to say were blocked in his mouth, like a thorn in his throat. He knew that no matter how he explained, Wen Eryu would not listen.
"Am I that kind of person in your eyes?"
"..." Wen Eryu bit her lip, holding back tears: "Yes."
Shen Jize smiled self-deprecatingly, but his eyes were terribly cold: "Go away."
He decided to let go and give her the freedom she had always wanted.
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