Send her home
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The already shallow sleepiness suddenly disappeared.
Wu Jianwei closed the drawer with the back of her hand and gently applied a few drops of bergamot essential oil on the pillow. She smelled the faint fragrance, but her heart was still unsettled.
After hesitating for a moment, she sat up again, opened the drawer and put the essential oil bottle back to its original place. Her eyes involuntarily swept over a box of massage oil, and then fell straight to the neatly stacked boxes deep in the drawer.
"Meng Yanxiu, you're the best at pretending to be affectionate." She couldn't help herself after all, picked up one of the boxes of condoms, and sneered, "It seems like you haven't been idle at all these years."
After a pause, she stood up swiftly: "I won't sleep in the bed you've slept in with anyone else!"
But just as she bent down to put the box back into the drawer, her peripheral vision caught sight of a row of black numbers.
A closer look revealed a production date of three years ago. She paused for a moment, then picked up a few others, only to find they were all from the same batch.
She suddenly remembered that these seemed to be bought by them when they went to the supermarket together before.
Her turbulent emotions suddenly subsided, but she felt as if her concern had burned her, and her face felt a little hot. She lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, closed her eyes with a sigh, and forced herself to fall asleep.
Perhaps the medicine and essential oils worked, she did not wake up again in the second half of the night and slept until dawn.
When she woke up, her throat was dry and tight. As usual, she groped for the bedside table and grabbed a glass. She squinted her sleepy eyes, leaned against the pillow and took a sip.
The warm honey water slid down her throat, bringing with it a familiar sweetness. At that moment, her consciousness gradually became clear. What she had placed on the bedside table last night was clearly a glass of cool, pure water.
Only when he lived with Meng Yanxiu, would he quietly place a cup of honey water at just the right temperature here before he woke up.
Wu Jianwei put down the cup and subconsciously turned his eyes to the window.
Meng Yanxiu was indeed there. He had changed into a black home suit and was sitting under the window in the dim morning light, looking at her quietly.
"Awake? Still drinking?" Meng Yanxiu asked softly.
Wu Jianwei shook his head, his hair was disheveled and his heart was in turmoil.
Meng Yanxiu looked at his watch, and when he turned his gaze to her, it softened a bit: "My aunt took Biscuits to take a walk in the garden. You don't look very energetic. Go back to sleep."
"I'm not going to sleep anymore." She suddenly remembered something. "Oh, by the way, I saw a scar on my aunt's neck last night. What is that?"
Meng Yanxiu stood up and walked over, sitting down at the end of the bed. He said in a low voice, "The year I was born, my great-aunt was kidnapped. This is what was left behind."
"What?" Wu Jianwei's heart tightened, "Is there any other injury?"
"My grandfather told me that my aunt had a lover who she had been in love with for many years. He was a policeman, and he was the first to find my aunt." Meng Yanxiu pulled up the quilt that had slipped off, tucked it in, and paused before saying, "My aunt had a neck injury, but he... couldn't save her."
Tears instantly welled up in Wu Jianwei's eyes. Such a cheerful and lovely girl had actually experienced such a tragic thing.
"Don't be sad." Meng Yanxiu lowered her eyes. "Grandma doesn't remember it anymore. This is a kind of dissociative amnesia. After a person suffers a great trauma, they will actively forget that memory."
"Okay... I understand. I won't mention it in front of my aunt." She looked at Meng Yanxiu, who was sitting at the end of the bed. "So, my aunt has been alone ever since? And you didn't have any children with that policeman?"
"Actually, my aunt was already pregnant at that time, but she suffered such a great shock that she lost the baby." Meng Yanxiu secretly hoped that his aunt would never remember these things, otherwise the rest of her life would be so painful.
Wu Jian's heart trembled: "Then... if my aunt's child was still alive, he would be the same age as you."
Meng Yanxiu nodded: "Yes."
A heavy, lingering feeling of oppression spread between the two of them. Wu Jianwei was still looking at Meng Yanxiu, who sat at the end of the bed, neither speaking nor rising.
Facing Wu Jianwei's slightly confused gaze, Meng Yanxiu reached into the quilt without warning, accurately grasped her right ankle, and with a gentle pull, placed her foot on his thigh.
"What are you doing?!" Wu Jianwei came out of her sadness and exclaimed. Her ankle struggled restlessly under his palm, but he held it firmly and she couldn't move.
Meng Yanxiu clasped her ankle tightly with one hand and rested his other hand on the sole of her foot, pressing on the acupoint on the sole of her foot and kneading it with steady force. "Didn't you take a bath last night? Have you been standing for long periods of time recently? Why are your feet swollen again?"
The warmth from Meng Yanxiu's fingertips came through her skin, her nose felt sore, and she gave up struggling.
"Hand me the box of massage oil in the drawer." Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at her, extending his hand.
"Oh." She responded, turned around, absentmindedly took out a box from the drawer, and put it in Meng Yanxiu's palm without even looking at it.
Meng Yanxiu looked down and couldn't help but sneer: "You want me to use this?"
Wu Jianwei frowned doubtfully: "Didn't you say you wanted to use it?"
"It's broad daylight." Meng Yanxiu pretended to be thoughtful. "It's not impossible. Since you asked, I can satisfy you, so come on."
Wu Jianwei finally looked at the box in his hand, her cheeks instantly burning. She snatched it away and threw it back into the drawer like a hot potato, then found the massage oil and stuffed it into his hand. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't mean it."
"Remember? You used to always take the wrong ones." Meng Yanxiu smiled, "Back then, you also said you didn't mean to."
"I don't remember." Wu Jianwei said she had forgotten, but she knew in her heart that the scenes before her were too familiar. In a trance, they seemed to be the same as before.
She could only blame this bedroom, which was filled with unforgettable memories. She remembered how Meng Yanxiu used to worry about her feet getting sore from wearing high heels all day. He'd complain, but when he got home, he'd patiently massage her with massage oil, finally giving in and saying, "If you like, wear them. I'll massage your swollen feet."
At this moment, Meng Yanxiu finished massaging her right foot and gently stuffed it back into the quilt. Then he picked up her left foot and massaged it slowly from the sole to the calf.
When she raised her eyes, Meng Yanxiu's gaze swept across her face gently: "Why are your eyes red? Did it hurt?"
"No, you give me a very comfortable massage." Kirimi's voice was as light as a sigh, "No one can give me a better massage than you."
Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyelashes, and his long and thick eyelashes could not hide the smile in his eyes. The smile was faint and did not reach his eyes, but instead revealed a growing bitterness.
Without stopping his strength, he asked in a deep voice, "I'm good? Then why didn't you choose me and marry me for real?"
Each question is like an invisible needle, gently piercing into the softest part of my heart.
Kirimi's throat choked, unable to articulate her fear. She was afraid this was still a form of exploitation, afraid she'd end up being abandoned in a struggle for personal gain. Even more so, she was afraid of hearing him say once again that he'd never loved her.
This knot between them, a knot that no one can untie. Her tears are the potion that will heal Meng Yanxiu, and he must coexist with her to live a normal life. This curse entangles them tightly with the thread of fate.
The sad thing is that it is precisely because of this indestructible bond that they find it difficult to distinguish whether the true love that attracts each other comes from love or the curse itself.
In the end, all the words were suppressed in the heart, and there was only silent silence around.
Meng Yanxiu finished massaging and stood up silently. Wu Jianwei followed him out of bed and went straight into the cloakroom to change. When he came out, his face was expressionless.
They went downstairs one after another and walked towards the living room.
Meng Yanxiu ordered breakfast at the hotel in advance, and it was delivered just in time, still steaming hot.
The aunt went to Biscuit's room first, fed him, and then smiled and asked them to sit down in the dining room: "Being with you, I feel younger."
"If you like, come and stay often." Meng Yanxiu made some cereal with milk and handed it over. "Awu also hopes that you will stay longer."
"Really?" The aunt looked at Wu Jianwei happily, "Wuwu, I won't disturb you, will I?"
Wu Jianwei moved the other dishes in front of her aunt, with tenderness in her eyes: "Aunt, I really like being with you."
"That's great." The aunt looked at them with relief. "I've been really happy lately."
The three of them finished their breakfast warmly. The aunt's driver had parked the car outside the villa. Wu Jianwei, holding some biscuits, and Meng Yanxiu saw the aunt off to the car.
After watching the car drive away, Meng Yanxiu went upstairs to change his clothes, and then drove Wu Jianwei home.
On the way, Meng Yanxiu broke the silence: "The documents for the equity transfer are almost ready. Come to the company next Tuesday, sign the documents, and then go through the industrial and commercial change process."
"Yeah." Wu Jian nodded slightly, but she didn't feel much joy in receiving half of the shares. She loved money, but at this moment she suddenly felt that she shouldn't have taken so much.
She rolled down the car window, letting the wind blow for a while, then asked in a very calm tone, "Why did you break up with your mother?"
Meng Yanxiu's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and only at the next red light did he speak in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Don't overthink it. It's not because of you. Over the years, my mother has supported my opponents and suppressed me. I don't forgive betrayal. As for the rest, our mother-son relationship was never very strong."
"Didn't I betray you, too?" Kirimi stared at his tense profile. "In your eyes, I sold your company's core data."
"Yes." Meng Yanxiu gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "So I'm going to collect my debt from you. We're destined to be entangled in this life."
"Meng Yanxiu, why are you trying to hide this? Can blood ties be severed just like that?" Her voice was filled with a tired sigh. "In your heart... you're not as indifferent as you appear."
Meng Yanxiu didn't say anything until they arrived at the residential complex and the car stopped. Then he paused and talked about something else: "Before signing the equity transfer agreement, there is a dinner party that I need you to accompany me to."
"What?" Kirimi loosened his seat belt slightly.
Meng Yanxiu turned sideways and explained, "It's just an ordinary entrepreneur dinner. I'll pick you up on Monday, and you have to go with me as my wife."
"The original condition we negotiated was to cooperate with you to finish the wedding performance." Kirimi tilted his head slightly, and when their eyes met, he spoke sharply, "What? Now you're asking for after-sales service? What if I don't agree?"
"You will be willing." Meng Yanxiu's eyes were calm. "You need resources to design jewelry. Everyone at the dinner party may become your potential clients in the future. You must seize the opportunity and not be bound by the gap between you and me."
Kirimi took a deep breath and said firmly, "But I don't want to depend on you."
"This society is all about relationships and social conventions. I'm your connection, and you should think about how to make good use of me, not trying to sever ties and take a long, barefoot route." Meng Yanxiu unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned closer. "If you have talent, you'll naturally have opportunities. If you don't have the ability, no one can help you. How high you can ultimately reach depends on you, not me."
Seeing her pursed lips and remain silent, Meng Yanxiu let out a low laugh, his tone inquiring: "Why? You broke up with me, and you're not interested in making money anymore?"
"Okay, I'll go." She just responded and subconsciously wanted to lower her head, "Ah..."
She frowned suddenly, and a few strands of hair were entangled in the metal gaps of the chair back, pulling her scalp tight.
"Don't move." Meng Yanxiu's entire figure loomed over her, his arms around her shoulders, trapping her in the suddenly warmed air between the seat and his chest. "I'll untie it."
"Yeah." Her breathing paused.
Meng Yanxiu was too close, so close that she could feel the warmth of his neck and the rise and fall of his breathing, and her forehead would occasionally brush against his jaw.
"Awu." His fingertips moved gently, patiently separating the hair strands one by one. His voice was very low, and his breath was just on her most sensitive earlobes. "If it hurts you, tell me."
"Hmm." Wu Jianwei uttered only a short syllable, her gaze fixed stiffly ahead. She could clearly see the skin of Meng Yanxiu's neck and the subtle movement of his pulse. When he leaned in closest, the tip of her nose could clearly feel the outline of his Adam's apple.
In a trance, her heartbeat became disordered.
Meng Yanxiu also realized that the distance was too close, so he leaned back slightly, trying to create some space.
Just when he was concentrating on untying his hair, his body suddenly stiffened and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
He lowered his eyes and saw Wu Jianwei's lips gently pressing against his most sensitive Adam's apple.
He did not stop untying the hair until the last strand was taken out. He still maintained that almost stiff posture, and a wet and hot touch spread from his neck.
Kirimimi tapped her fingertips and closed the car window.
In the dim light, her palm rested on Meng Yanxiu's tense back. She tilted her head back, and this time, a sober and gentle kiss landed on that violently rolling Adam's apple, causing her heart to pound along with it.
"Wu Jianwei, what are you doing?" Meng Yanxiu stared at her with a serious look and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"What do you think?" Wu Jianwei answered naturally. Then, amidst the trembling heartbeats of each other, her kiss moved to the back of his ear, and then she held his face with both hands and gently pulled him down.
There was a storm surging in Meng Yanxiu's deep eyes, filled with silent questions. Before he could open his mouth, he was silenced by the kiss she placed on the corner of his mouth.
"Are you treating me like a dog again?" Meng Yanxiu ironed his palm, lifted her face, and forced her to meet his deep gaze. "Wu Jianwei, you kissed me, so you must be responsible for me."
"I'm fickle and irresponsible." After saying that, Kirimi lowered her eyes slightly, her soft lips touching his, then slipping away. She pulled away slightly, reading the dark undercurrent in his eyes between their intertwining breaths. Then, she kissed him again.
He placed the second, third... light and itchy kiss.
This went on and on, and when Meng Yanxiu acquiesced for the sixth time, he let out a low, hoarse chuckle. The next second, he suddenly took control, lowering his head and kissing the provoking woman deeply. The kiss was lingering and passionate, and finally, reluctantly, he slowly slid away from her lower lip.
"Awu, let me take you upstairs." Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes and stared at her.
Kirimi kissed his cheek gently and breathed slowly into his ear: "We're over."
Meng Yanxiu's fingertips slid across the corner of her mouth: "Then why are you kissing me now?"
Kirimi turned slightly to the side and pushed open the car door: "If you want to kiss me, then kiss me, is that not okay?"
"Okay, come and sleep if you want. I won't stop pestering you anyway." Meng Yanxiu had a smile in his eyes as he watched her close the car door without any reluctance.
With a soft "bang", the car door blocked out the warmth inside the car.
Wu Jianwei walked into the light, the warmth still lingering on the corner of her mouth. But after a few steps, her phone suddenly rang, and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. Without stopping, she pressed the answer button.
"Jianwei, I'm Song Yan, let's meet." Song Yan was sitting in the hospital's medical records room, holding Wu Jianwei's medical records in her hand.
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