The morning light enveloped everything.
After filming for a day and changing her clothes, Wen Jiaojiao got into the car surrounded by staff. Looking out the window at the scattered figures of people, she said:
"Ah Long, could you contact Assistant Li? I'd like to personally thank that person from yesterday."
Ah Long: "No need, right?"
Seeing that she couldn't get him to do anything, Wen Jiaojiao took his phone herself and called Li Zhu, saying:
Is he alright?
Li Zhu covered the microphone and said to Wen Zhaoye, who was lying on the bed:
"The young lady wants to come see you."
Wen Zhaoye's eyes paused slightly, and he whispered:
"You said I'm physically unable to see people."
After Li Zhu relayed the message, Wen Jiaojiao's voice rang out in the room:
"I know you don't want me to see his face, so is it okay if I cover my eyes? I just want to thank him in person and also give him something."
Li Zhu was about to refuse again when Wen Zhaoye lowered his voice and said:
"Let her come."
After receiving Li Zhu's message, Wen Jiaojiao went to the department store and asked:
"Ah Long, I want to ask, what do men generally like?"
Ah Long said ambiguously:
"He likes women, so why don't you become his wife?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "......"
Are all people in big cities this straightforward and casual?
However, once we find out his hospital room number and ask the nurses and doctors, we should know who he is.
Wen Jiaojiao bought him a men's watch as a last resort. She had just arrived at the hospital entrance when...
Suddenly, Li Zhu stepped forward and said:
"Miss, please wrap yourself in black cloth now."
Since Plan A failed, Wen Jiaojiao decided to implement Plan B. She obediently wrapped herself in black cloth and went to the ward.
"Um, although I don't know who you are, thank you for saving me yesterday. This is a gift for you."
Wen Zhaoye looked at the gift box she handed him, took it, opened it and found a men's watch. His eyes softened, and he gestured to Li Zhu.
Li Zhu, with his keen eye, said:
"Our young master has damaged vocal cords and has difficulty speaking, so if he wants to communicate, can he write it on your palm?"
Why is he still mute? Wen Jiaojiao hesitated for a few seconds, then held out her palm to him and said:
"Go ahead and write it down. I want to know your name."
Wen Zhaoye sat cross-legged in front of her, gazing at her with a slight smile. After gesturing for Li Zhu to leave, he took her hand and wrote on her palm:
"I can't tell you your name yet, but we've met before, and I've liked you for a long time."
Wen Jiaojiao refused in a soft, gentle voice:
"I have no plans to get married, so... don't waste your time on me."
Wen Zhaoye hesitated for a moment, then wrote:
"I will wait for you until you change your mind."
Wen Jiaojiao: "There's no need for that. You've been so good to me, showering me with resources and even saving me."
But there was another man who treated me even better, and I didn't accept him either. I'm free-spirited by nature and don't want to be bound by the shackles of marriage.
Wen Zhaoye continued writing:
"Don't you like him even a little bit? Even if it's just a different kind of feeling?"
He wrote this in a particularly hurry, and Wen Jiaojiao, after some guessing and piecing together the meaning, roughly grasped it. She pursed her lips and said:
"I was moved, but it wasn't love."
Wen Zhaoye patiently wrote:
"What kind of person do you like? Shall I pursue you?"
Wen Jiaojiao felt it was time to put the plan into action, and she suddenly ripped the blindfold off her eyes, saying:
"I'd like to see who you really are."
Wen Zhaoye's pupils widened in surprise. Just as she opened her eyes, he abruptly covered them, simultaneously grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into his arms.
He had said he wouldn't appear before her.
Then we absolutely must not let her see it.
Wen Jiaojiao buried her head in his chest, her nose surrounded by the strong scent of hormones.
She could still smell the faint scent of blood on him.
"I'm sorry, I really wanted to know who you were and what Jiang Peitian's purpose was, so I resorted to this tactic."
Wen Zhaoye released his large hand from the back of her head, turning her around so she had her back to him. He covered her eyes with one hand and wrote with the other:
"Is he not good to you?"
When Wen Jiaojiao mentioned this, her chest flared up with anger:
"No, not good at all. I initially thought I had found a benefactor."
On my very first day at his house, he gave me a hard time. I immediately said I wanted to leave, but he wouldn't let me go and started having people monitor me every day.
Wen Zhaoye wrote down stroke by stroke:
"Shall I take you away? To wherever you want to go?"
Wen Jiaojiao pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said:
"No need, I have my own way of dealing with him. My life belief is that whoever suffers a loss, I will take a bite out of them."
Wen Zhaoye tilted his head, gazing tenderly at the person in his arms. A slight smile played on his lips as he gently touched the top of her soft hair with his nose.
It would be wonderful to stay by your side like this from now on.
Wen Jiaojiao belatedly realized that this position was not appropriate, and she spoke up:
"Or should I put the black cloth on again?"
She stood up after speaking, but Wen Zhaoye pulled her into his arms again.
Her back bumped against his chest, the intense heat seeping through the thin fabric, followed immediately by his hand:
"To prevent you from going back on your word again, this is how it will be. And when you come to see me next time, do the same."
If you act like this, who would dare to come?
Wen Jiaojiao said tactfully, "I don't think it's proper for men and women to be so close."
Wen Zhaoye smiled softly as his handsome face brushed against hers and wrote:
"But my injuries are very serious, and I don't know if they will affect my life for the rest of my life."
So you have to take responsibility; just come over and chat with me every day during this time.
Wen Jiaojiao felt a light brush against her cheek. She stiffened and turned her head away.
But he pressed himself against her again. She dared not struggle, afraid of worsening his wound, and could only suppress her emotions, inwardly cursing, "..."
How come this is the same as Wen Zhaoye?
Are all men like this? Suddenly I'm even more afraid of getting married.
Wen Zhaoye took advantage of the situation, and with his large hand that was writing on her fingertips, he directly grasped her slender hand and gently rubbed it.
Wen Jiaojiao looked utterly dejected; the goodwill she had shown earlier had vanished completely. She said with difficulty:
"Sir, I don't accept unspoken rules, so please let me go."
Although Wen Zhaoye was rejected, he felt a surge of pleasure knowing that Wen Jiaojiao wasn't someone who readily agreed to sleep with men. He raised his eyebrows and wrote:
"My wound hurts, I need to distract myself to relieve the pain, you can't be ungrateful, can you?"
Wen Jiaojiao's face turned ugly, but she was firmly in control: "..."
If I had known earlier that you were the same type of repressed, brooding guy as Wen Zhaoye, I would have taken the blame myself.
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