Wen Zhaoye's eyes reddened even more. He lowered his head weakly, suppressing the urge to take her back. He raised his long arm and embraced her slender waist again, his voice choked with emotion as he said:
“If you get sad over there, or if they treat you badly, call me, okay? I’ll pick you up and take you home.”
Wen Jiaojiao understood that he intended to let go, and she breathed a sigh of relief, raising her slender hand to pat his back, saying:
"Thanks, but... no need. I don't want to keep you hanging on. You're not young anymore. If you meet the right person, get married. As for me... I'll be fine."
Upon hearing the rejection again, Wen Zhaoye tightened his grip on her even more.
A tear slid down the bridge of his high nose and onto the back of her delicate neck. His thin lips gently touched her earlobe, and he said in a husky voice:
"I left my phone number in the bag. Just give me a call, and I'll do anything to get to you."
And when you're over there and don't need me anymore, I won't bother you anymore.
A sense of guilt rose in Wen Jiaojiao's heart, and she said in a low voice, "What could I possibly need? He's very rich."
"Do you hate me?" Wen Zhaoye finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for days.
"I don't dislike it." After saying this, Wen Jiaojiao, fearing that he might continue to have hope, directly refused:
"But I don't like that either. Next time we meet, I hope we can just be strangers and not greet each other anymore."
Wen Zhaoye took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to ease the indescribable soreness in his heart, and said:
"One last question: when you're with me, do you seem to hate me?"
Wen Jiaojiao felt that this was not a question he should ask, but seeing how concerned he was, she could only answer honestly:
"At first, I was a little curious, and seeing that you liked me, I felt that I couldn't escape it, so I thought I might as well repay you. There was no disgust in it, but now I'm a little... tired."
"Mmm." Wen Zhaoye let out a soft hum.
"While you're here, I'll treat you to meals every day, okay? Once we get there, I promise I won't show up in front of you again."
Wen Jiaojiao lowered her long eyelashes and said in a muffled voice:
Why bother?
Wen Zhaoye said, "It's also inconvenient for you to live outside like this. Why don't you live with him at my house? I'll personally see you off when the time comes, how about that?"
Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to speak, a deep voice came from not far to her side and said, "Okay, it's settled then."
Wen Jiaojiao turned her head stiffly to look at A Long, who was wiping away tears, her face stiff. She cursed inwardly, "..."
Damn it, the longer he stays, the more he'll like him, right?
Wen Zhaoye's expression improved considerably. He intended to use this time to cultivate their relationship, saying:
"Then I'll go help you pack your things."
Just as Wen Jiaojiao was about to refuse again, A Long said, "You two wait here, I'll go pack up now."
Wen Jiaojiao watched him rush towards the hotel and hurriedly said, "Come back! Have you forgotten what your boss told you? Aren't you afraid I'll get into some trouble with a man?"
Ah Long disappeared in a flash: "..." Just kidding, that was to keep other men away, but not him.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the man who was smiling at her, and inwardly cursed Ah Long's ancestors for eighteen generations:
That guy's bullying and cowardly behavior is truly unparalleled.
Wen Zhaoye stood in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"May I have your name?"
"Wen Jiaojiao".
"Then... can I hold your hand?"
Wen Jiaojiao was speechless. She put her hands behind her back and said, "No, if I cause a scandal, it will make things difficult for my dad."
Wen Zhaoye: "..." If I didn't know the truth, I would have been fooled by your words.
Wen Jiaojiao: "So... please keep your distance. I'll pay you for staying at your place during this time, but I hope we can be strangers when we meet again."
Wen Zhaoye: "Actually, I'll be very rich in the future. If you like money, why don't you try being with me?"
"Look, look, here we go again. I told you it's impossible. No matter how much money you have, how much can you possibly have? He's someone you can't compare to."
Wen Zhaoye tentatively asked:
"What if I'm richer than him?"
"That's impossible, because I like women." Wen Jiaojiao said, disregarding her own pride, to reject him for wasting half her life clinging to this unrealistic hope.
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
Wen Jiaojiao continued to persuade her:
"So, you should find someone suitable to marry in the future. I'm a woman you can't have, so thinking about me is pointless."
Wen Zhaoye, unwilling to give up, said:
"As you know, the other rooms haven't been cleaned and don't have beds, only the master bedroom has air conditioning. How about we continue to squeeze in?"
"Then I'd rather die from the heat." Wen Jiaojiao glanced at his eager and clingy manner and said speechlessly.
"How about I sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed?"
“No need, we’ll stay at your place. Ah Long and I will sleep on the floor, and you can sleep on the bed. One air conditioner is enough.”
Ah Long, who had just walked over with his suitcase, paused, his eyes behind his sunglasses trembling slightly: "..."
Isn't this just making me a target of hatred?
“He’s sensitive to the cold and doesn’t like using air conditioning,” Wen Zhaoye glanced at him and said, “Right?”
Ah Long nodded in bewilderment:
"Yes, yes, I, a wild boar, can't eat fine bran and can't live that kind of life."
Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly:
"Ah Long. You can't be afraid of him just because he looks fierce. How can you be like that?"
Ah Long said sullenly:
"Miss, I'm really afraid of the cold, so just arrange a room for me."
Wen Jiaojiao: "Then I won't stay. It's not good for my reputation if we're alone together. Let's go back to the hotel."
Despite her repeated resistance, Wen Jiaojiao finally moved into the master bedroom of the villa. That night, she lay on the floor, wrapped up tightly and extremely wary.
After a long while, not noticing his movements, she finally fell asleep peacefully.
Suddenly, the man on the bed opened his eyes. He got out of bed and lay down beside Wen Jiaojiao, pulling her into his arms, and said in a muffled voice:
"Wife, I don't know what your heart is made of. No matter what I do, you don't like it."
He held her for a long time, but ultimately respected her decision, gently kissed her cheek, and went back to bed.
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