Chapter 43 Chapter 43 He lowered his head and kissed her eyes.
The porcelain-white fingertips lightly lifted the wine glass, and before the sip was taken, a rich rose fragrance rushed to the nose.
Yanjiu's silky black hair fell down a little, and her red lips pressed against the wine glass as she took a small sip.
This wine has low acidity and tastes like round lychees that melt in your mouth, accompanied by rich aromas of rose and pineapple, more like juice.
The servant brought the dessert. The pastry chef was from Bordeaux, France, the birthplace of korulli. The korulli had a classic vanilla flavor. Yanjiu had beautiful lips, and she opened them slightly. The korulli had a slightly sweet eggy aroma. As she chewed, the rum and caramel flavors in the dessert became more and more obvious.
It didn't take long for Yan Jiu to finish all the desserts in front of him, and even the wine glass was empty.
The wine glasses and tableware in front of Chen Yuchu had been replaced with silver-green Biluochun tea. The tea soup in the white porcelain cup was clear and emerald green, and a faint fragrance and heat floated in the air.
He wasn't paying attention to the dance floor, nor was he looking at the tea rising in front of him. Instead, he tilted his head slightly to glance at Yan Jiu, his hands folded in front of him, looking indescribably gentle and noble.
Yanjiu's transparent white skin was covered with a layer of gradually intoxicated rosy color. This wine has low acidity, but the alcohol concentration is not low, and a faint feeling of dizziness came from his brain.
She stroked her smooth forehead and leaned back in her chair lazily. Then she heard a deep voice close to her ear, "Going home?"
Yan Jiu hesitated for a moment before realizing that Chen Yuchu was talking to her. She slowly turned her head, raised her eyelids, and stared at his handsome and flawless face for several seconds before saying, "Oh, let's go home."
Chen Yuchu: “…”
He knew that this wine had a strong aftereffect, especially for someone like Yan Jiu who couldn't drink. She was still conscious now, but she would definitely be drunk soon.
So he quickly said, "I'll go tell my parents."
Yan Jiu opened his misty eyes and said lazily, "Okay."
Meng Zhuxing and Chen Jinghe were not far away, listening to music and chatting. When they heard Chen Yuchu say he was leaving, they nodded readily, "I understand. Come home more often for dinner, and don't forget to take a hot spring bath."
Chen Yuchu: “Yeah.”
Meng Zhuxing pondered for a moment, then reminded him, "Sheng Junhao was very considerate of the Chen family this time and didn't make a scene. You should also leave some wiggle room when doing things in the future. You know your grandfather has always liked Chen Baichuan. He must know everything that happened today. Don't give him any excuses."
Chen Yuchu never talks much in front of his elders and never argues.
Hearing this, he just raised his eyebrows and responded in a deep voice.
Meng Zhuxing knew her son's temper and that he had his own opinions. Listening was one thing, but acting on them was another. So she stopped trying to persuade him and instead looked towards Yan Jiu. From that direction, she could only see her back. She sat there obediently, her soft black hair flowing down like gorgeous silk.
Meng Zhuxing pursed her lips, and after a while she looked at Chen Yuchu who was standing upright, "Since you don't like Sheng Jingyao, Mom will no longer have any contact with her. I was wrong in this matter."
Under the light, Chen Yuchu's thick black eyebrows were unusually deep, and no emotion could be seen. He said in a light tone, "You should tell Yan Jiu this. I'm leaving first."
After saying this, he walked straight towards Yan Jiu without waiting for Meng Zhuxing and Chen Jinghe to say anything.
Meng Zhuxing and Chen Jinghe looked at each other and asked uncertainly, "Is our son angry?"
Chen Jinghe took a sip of wine and said calmly, "You are wrong in this matter. Your son is already married, why are you still so close to Sheng Jingyao? Isn't this clearly a sign that you don't approve of this daughter-in-law?"
Meng Zhuxing glanced at him resentfully, "How dare you say that to me? You still treat your daughter-in-law with the same cold attitude. Do you think she dares to say another word to you?"
Chen Jinghe was helpless. "He's not her father, but he's just asking for money. You don't know how many times he's come to the group. He really gives me a headache. And I always thought Yu Chu was reluctant, otherwise why would he run away as soon as he got the marriage certificate?"
Meng Zhuxing: "That was the mission assigned to him by the old man, he didn't run away! I think Yuchu likes wine. Have you seen him pour wine for anyone? He also eagerly cut steak for others. If you ask me, our family doesn't need any strong daughter-in-law. Yuchu has a cold personality, and she is gentle like this. Yanjiu is Yanjiu, and the Yan family is the Yan family. We should treat them separately."
Chen Jinghe always listened to his wife and nodded, saying, "I understand. Next time Yan Hongsheng comes to the company, I'll have him go find Yu Chu."
Meng Zhuxing tapped his forehead and said angrily, "You're just trying to be clever. Didn't you see how affectionate the old lady was to Yu Xue today? It's fine if she really offers him some cooperative projects, just keep a close eye on him."
Chen Jinghe responded, his eyes narrowed, and his tone was deep, "Wife, today is your birthday. I put a gift in the room, you can open it and take a look later."
"Didn't you give me a set of diamond jewelry? It's not original at all, and it doesn't show any sincerity." Meng Zhuxing didn't care much. When she caught a glimpse of Chen Jinghe's meaningful eyes, she couldn't help but pat him. "There are so many guests here, you are so frivolous."
Chen Jinghe couldn't help but retort, "You know whether I'm old or not. How about we sneak away?"
"Pooh."
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"Are you feeling better?"
A magnetic, deep voice sounded overhead. Yan Jiu raised his head and stared at Chen Yuchu's face for a while before saying in a muffled voice, "I'm not drunk."
A trace of helplessness flashed across Chen Yuchu's deep eyes. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sober either. However, he still followed Yan Jiu's words and said, "If you're not drunk, I'll take you home."
"go home."
Those clear eyes were already stained with a bit of mist. The flickering light fell on the bottom of her pupils, shining with a glass-like luster. Her soft lips moved, gently repeating Chen Yuchu's words.
When Chen Yuchu saw this, he was as calm and steady as ever. He put one arm around Yan Jiu's waist, putting most of her strength on himself, and held her handbag with the other hand.
No one disturbed us along the way.
It wasn't until they arrived in front of the sleek black car that someone called them.
"Xiaojiu..." Yan Hongsheng glanced at Chen Yuchu and opened his mouth, but failed to call him "son-in-law".
He really couldn't act like a father-in-law in front of Chen Yuchu, so he smiled broadly, "Xiaojiu, I want to ask, why don't I see your mother?"
When Yan Jiu heard her name, she blinked her long eyelashes, slowly moved her eyes to look over, staring at Yan Hongsheng, bit her lips, and said nothing.
It was Chen Yuchu who answered for her: "Mother will stay here tonight to accompany Grandma."
"Xiaojiu is not feeling well, we'll leave first."
Chen Yuchu's shirt had been ripped a bit by Yan Jiu's tugging, but it couldn't hide his dignified demeanor. Yan Hongsheng didn't dare underestimate him at all. He could only force a smile and said, "It's an honor for Old Madam Chen to accompany her. Please be careful on your journey."
Chen Yuchu said "hmm" and said no more.
As the driver opened the car door, he bent down and carried Yan Jiu into the car. His arm muscles flexed as Yan Jiu was lifted into the air, staring blankly at his sharp profile.
After putting Yanjiu on the seat, Chen Yuchu also followed in and sat down.
The driver had already considerately pressed the tailgate.
Yan Jiu didn't say anything, his eyes seemed completely blank, like a kitten that couldn't find its home.
Chen Yuchu ignored the suit that was rubbed by Yan Jiu, tugged at the Windsor knot, and casually put it aside, and asked her: "Are you really drunk?"
Yan Jiu sat very obediently in the car, her beautiful black hair hanging down, covering the outline of her face. After a while, she whispered softly, "I'm not drunk."
Chen Yuchu understood. After drinking, her reactions might be a little slow, but she was still lucid. He didn't intend to disturb her any further. He closed his eyes, wanting to rest. Then he heard the girl beside him mutter to herself, "It turns out I don't understand my parents at all."
There was a strong sense of brokenness in her voice, like a lost lamb.
His mood also softened a bit. His raven-feather eyelashes slowly opened, and his voice was gentle and magnetic. "If you want to know, I can tell you about your mother's past."
For a whole day, even Chen Yuchu thought that Yan Jiu had stopped thinking about this matter. After all, this was a past event between elders, and there was no point in delving into it further.
But only at this moment did he realize that Yan Jiu had just hidden all his discomfort deep in his heart.
The emotions she had never expressed were suddenly ignited by these words, and her slender fingers were clenched tightly and pressed into her palm.
It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart, but she felt that her heart had lost much feeling.
Chen Yuchu didn't wait for Yan Jiu's answer until he couldn't help but lift up Yan Jiu's hanging hair and turned her to face him, only then he found that her porcelain-white little face was already full of tears.
The neon lights shone into the car, and crystal tears continued to overflow from her almond-shaped pupils. Her long eyelashes trembled, and there was a mist in her eyes.
Chen Yuchu put more force on her shoulder, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hand. He said in a deep voice: "Yan Jiu, look at me."
Looking at him, her almond-shaped eyes were gray and colorless, and her lips were bitten very tightly.
"It's no big deal. Everyone has a past. You don't have to bear the burden of someone else's past, even if that person is your mother."
Yan Jiu's eyelashes trembled. She didn't want to bear the responsibility of her mother's past.
She just felt a little sorry for her mother. She thought about how painful it must have been for her over the years, enduring a man whom she didn't love and who didn't love her, and giving birth to two children for him.
Who is happy in this family?
She and her brother still don't have a life of their own.
Chen Yuchu looked at her shaky face, her sharp jawline stretched tight, like a knife ready to be unsheathed at any moment, flashing a cold light.
He had only one thought in his mind at the moment.
He didn't want her to cry.
Chen Yuchu was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head and kissed her eyes.
Only when he got close to her did he hear her suppressed sobs and her breathing which was held for half a second by his sudden kiss.
No one moved in the cramped space.
Yan Jiu's heartbeat, which had just stopped, suddenly began to beat again, and at an alarming speed. His warm palm was pressed against her back, and she could clearly feel the air in the enclosed space gradually becoming thicker.
Chen Yuchu's nostrils were filled with the salty smell of her tears, as well as the lingering rich scent of roses mixed with the scent of lychees.
He knew that this white wine was delicious, but he always thought it was too sweet and did not suit his aesthetic taste.
In the darkness, his Adam's apple rolled.
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