Chapter 136 Are you trying to be cute with me?
Hearing Zhou Yanchuan's last words, Wen Jiu felt a pang of sadness. As she opened her mouth to say something more, a wave of exhaustion washed over her, and her legs went weak.
She reached out to grab the wall, but the next second, a deafening roar filled her ears and everything went black.
After Zhou Yanchuan finished speaking, he turned to leave, looking at the silent person. Just then, his clothes were suddenly tugged.
His eyes flickered slightly, and the moment he stopped walking, the person in front of him collapsed into his arms.
His expression suddenly changed.
Before Wen Jiu lost consciousness, she only felt a cool, woody scent surrounding her, and vaguely heard a voice calling "Xiao Jiu".
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A villa, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows.
Tan Jingyi walked over to the man smoking by the French windows and said, "He was overworked and frightened tonight, so his body couldn't take it."
Zhou Yanchuan silently lowered his brows.
Tan Jingyi glanced at the hand that was already stained with blood: "Come with me to take care of it."
"You can go now."
After Zhou Yanchuan finished speaking, he stepped into the house, leaving Tan Jingyi standing there: "?"
He grabbed Lu Nian, who was standing next to him, and asked, "Who is that woman?"
Lu Nian naturally dared not say more, and bowed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, I don't know either."
Tan Jingyi looked at his face for a few seconds and commented indifferently, "Just as boring as Zhou Yanchuan."
In the room, Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person lying on the bed, his expression full of emotion. If he had been worried before they met, he was worried that she no longer liked him.
But after meeting her, he was certain that she was still the same person, and that her feelings for him hadn't changed.
Therefore, every time Zhou Yanchuan said harsh words during their meeting, he was gambling. He was gambling that she would look up and refute him the next second, or that she would feel sorry for him. He was gambling that those hurtful words could break through her feigned calm and make her admit that she hadn't let go of him yet.
But seeing her faint, I suddenly couldn't help but wonder if what I did was right or wrong.
When Wen Jiu woke up in bed, her mind went blank for several seconds. She looked around at the luxurious layout and didn't know where she was.
She got out of bed and walked outside in a daze.
When I walked up to a mirror, I saw myself in it, wearing a silver-white silk nightgown with a long, flowing hem.
She frowned. Why had she even changed her clothes?
She woke up in an unfamiliar villa, her clothes had been removed before she fainted, and with no one around, it was hard for her not to have wild thoughts.
When Zhou Yanchuan came out of the study after finishing his phone call, he saw a woman walking barefoot into the living room.
Two thin straps hung on her slender shoulders, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin. Her silk skirt swayed gently as she walked, and a white gold chain adorned her delicate ankles.
He stood there for a few seconds, then walked over to her.
When Wen Jiu saw Zhou Yanchuan approaching, she inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Where is this?"
"My home."
Her eyes shimmered with a turbulent light, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Why didn't you take me to the hospital?"
He remained calm and said in a cold tone, "I'm busy."
Wen Jiu opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something but didn't, and only asked, "Then where are my clothes?"
"I'll take it off for you, stained with blood."
She swallowed hard: "Did you take it off?"
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her, then slowly tossed out a sentence: "You think you're so great."
"?"
What do you mean she wants to look pretty?
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her feet as he spoke: "How long do you plan to stand barefoot on the floor?"
After so long, being looked at like that by him made her feel inexplicably awkward, and she whispered, "I can't find my shoes."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gentle female voice came from beside her: "It's my fault, I forgot to prepare slippers for you, Miss. I'll go get them now."
Wen Jiu looked in the direction of the sound and then noticed a woman at the dining table. She looked to be in her forties or fifties and had a very gentle appearance.
As she spoke, the woman grabbed a pair of slippers and quickly walked towards her, squatting down beside her legs: "Miss, please put these on quickly, lest you catch a cold."
Looking at the person squatting in front of her, Wen Jiu squatted down as well: "No need, I can do it myself."
Her silver-white skirt trailed to the ground, her chest was snow-white, and Zhou Yanchuan turned his head away.
Wen Jiu put on her shoes, looked at the man who seemed to be looking at something, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Zhou Yanchuan, could you help me find some clothes? I should go back now."
"No."
"Then whose clothes am I wearing?" Wen Jiu was about to ask this question when she suddenly thought of the model, her heart clenched, and the words got stuck in her throat.
She almost forgot that there was someone else beside him, and that this dress might have been left here by her.
Wen Jiu lowered her eyelashes for a few seconds, and when she looked up again, it was impossible to tell what emotions had been in her eyes. She said softly, "Can you give me back my clothes?"
Zhou Yanchuan vaguely sensed that the person's emotions had changed. Just now, although they were polite, they were not distant. Suddenly, it was as if a barrier had been erected around them, completely shutting him out.
He frowned: "I washed it."
Wen Jiu clenched her fist and looked at the woman beside her: "Auntie, do you have any clothes? Could you lend me a set? I'll return it to you when I get home."
"Yes, we do, but," Lin Shu glanced at the silent man, she dared not lend him the money.
This was the first time she had ever seen a man bring a woman home, but the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange. It was neither cold nor distant, but rather seemed quite affectionate towards each other. In any case, she wasn't sure and didn't dare to say anything rashly.
Zhou Yanchuan said calmly, "Aunt Lin, you should go and rest."
"Sigh," she said, glancing at the girl with some reluctance. She had been happy that a girl had finally come to her house, but the more she looked, the more something seemed off.
After Aunt Lin left, the living room became completely quiet.
The room was filled with incense, a blend of light rose and deep ebony, a scent meant to calm the nerves, but which instead made one feel uneasy. Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person who was determined to leave and said calmly, "Who do you think has time to take you home so late at night?"
Wen Jiu had just noticed that the huge villa was deserted except for the two of them and the aunt from before.
She whispered, "I can take a taxi."
Why don't you take a look at where you are?
Wen Jiu had no idea where she was. When she suddenly heard him ask that question, she realized that it was unusually quiet around her. She guessed that it was a villa in the suburbs.
Realizing that he couldn't get a taxi, he stopped talking and wondered who he should call to pick him up at this time.
Xia Xia and Li Yue were not in the country at the time.
Other people.
Looking at that weak and pale face, Zhou Yanchuan relented: "I'll send it to you tomorrow."
Wen Jiu didn't say anything more, but after a while, she said, "I don't want to wear this dress."
Seeing this unexpected question, Zhou Yanchuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his face still showing little emotion: "Why?"
Wen Jiu couldn't explain why, but she was inexplicably bothered by it.
"I just don't want to."
Hearing this answer, Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids and said, "Are you trying to be cute with me?"
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