Chapter 145 Xiao Jiu, are you overestimating yourself?
The word "agreement" instantly made the previously ambiguous relationship simple and straightforward.
Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she thought for a moment: "What is she cooperating with you for?"
"Dealing with external factors."
"Then you..." she hesitated, then stopped herself.
As if guessing what she was thinking, Zhou Yanchuan said sarcastically, "Not as good as you. You talk to others so well."
Wen Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent.
He chuckled dismissively.
The snow outside was falling heavily, and a thin layer of white had settled on the car windows.
Wen Jiu spoke up in the silence: "How long do you want me to stay?"
"One month."
"What if something unexpected happens during this month?"
Looking at the person who seemed so afraid of anything happening between them, Zhou Yanchuan felt a pang of pain in his heart. As always, this person knew how to pierce the heart. And his next words fell like needles.
"Xiao Jiu, aren't you overestimating yourself?"
When Wen Jiu heard these words, her throat tightened uncontrollably. She guessed that he hated her, but that was a different feeling than actually hearing it; the latter was more heartbreaking.
Her fingertips sank into her palm.
Yes, he is no longer the boy who approached you with a whole and sincere heart.
In December, in northern Beijing, the temperature was below zero. Zhou Yanchuan was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with his coat on the passenger seat. He had few accessories, except for a watch on his tattooed wrist.
Compared to her previous arrogant demeanor, she exudes a mature aura, appearing both aloof and dignified.
At this moment, she truly realized that they had missed each other for five years, that he had grown up, and that they could never go back to the way things were.
I don't know if they're upset about missing out on five years, or if they're upset about not being able to go back to the way things were.
Wen Jiu lowered her eyes.
Both of these seem to make me feel very uncomfortable.
To her, the only thing about Zhou Yanchuan that hadn't changed was his arrogant young master demeanor.
He seemed superior at first, but now he seems even more unapproachable and impossible to reach.
"It's too late today, how about tomorrow?"
Hearing the girl's soft voice, Zhou Yanchuan knew she had given in and hummed in agreement.
Wen Jiu raised her hand and moved her leg a little to the side: "Then I'll go upstairs."
"just."
"What?" The hand that was opening the car door stopped.
"I'll go up and take a look."
What are you looking at?
"Look at where my daughter lives."
"Daughter?" Wen Jiu paused for a few seconds before realizing he was referring to Xiao Huang.
I initially wanted to stop it, but then I thought, forget it, we're moving anyway, why bother with these pointless actions?
She opened the car door.
Zhou Yanchuan followed behind her.
Neither of them was holding an umbrella, and when they reached the elevator, their shoulders were covered with a layer of white snow.
They took the elevator together, remaining silent as they ascended.
"bite."
The elevator doors opened.
Wen Jiu took the first step, and Zhou Yanchuan followed slowly behind.
Walking through the corridor, Zhou Yanchuan stared quietly at the slender neck that was hanging down, as he saw the person who had stopped in front of a door.
As soon as the door opened, Wen Jiu was embraced by Xiao Huang, who had been waiting behind the door for a long time.
But before she could even raise her hand to touch it, the big guy seemed to sense something and looked behind her.
She tilted her head when she saw the man standing at the door.
It's like a reaction.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't move either, just stood there, looking down at it, waiting for its reaction.
After about three to five seconds, Xiao Huang pounced on him.
Zhou Yanchuan squatted down, letting it step on his knees and burrow into his arms.
That fluffy tail wagged back and forth.
Wen Jiu looked back at the scene before her and was unexpectedly filled with happiness.
Xiao Huang was clearly very excited, and clung to Zhou Yanchuan for a long time. Later, when they entered the room, he kept following Zhou Yanchuan to his side.
Wen Jiu whispered to it, "You little ingrate."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her and said slowly, "There's a bigger one too."
"..."
The living room is pure white, so simple that you can see everything at a glance. Some of the furniture is even covered with white dust cloths.
The room was very clean, so clean that there wasn't a single trace of anyone living there.
Zhou Yanchuan frowned. Without asking, he could guess how mediocre her life was.
Wen Jiu opened the refrigerator to get a drink. Just as she was about to ask him if he wanted some water, his gaze fell on her, or rather, on the bottle of water in her hand.
Her hand, which was twisting the bottle cap, suddenly stopped, and she inexplicably felt a pang of guilt.
Before Wen Jiu could react, her hand was empty.
Zhou Yanchuan touched the cold bottle, his brows furrowing even more.
In winter, ice water.
He stared at her intently, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but then stopped himself.
Wen Jiu looked into those dark eyes and vaguely sensed a feeling similar to heartache, but before she could investigate further, he looked away.
Zhou Yanchuan ultimately restrained himself from saying anything, but the hand holding the water tightened its grip repeatedly.
He took his phone out of his pocket and said in a cold voice, "Contact information."
Wen Jiu raised her eyes with some confusion.
As if guessing what she was thinking, he said, "Have someone come and move your things tomorrow."
She whispered her phone number.
Zhou Yanchuan lowered his eyes and typed on his phone. After he finished, he typed it to her again, then turned and walked out without saying a word.
It wasn't until Xiao Huang started biting his coat with his mouth, while glancing back at her as he did so.
Wen Jiu felt a pang of sadness.
At this moment, Zhou Yanchuan stopped and turned around to touch Xiao Huang's head.
Her voice was gentle: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
As if it understood, Xiao Huang released its mouth and obediently sat down on the spot.
Zhou Yanchuan touched it again, without glancing at her once, and then stepped out of the room.
Wen Jiu stood there, momentarily at a loss and feeling inexplicably wronged.
She watched him leave, and then watched him turn around and close the door.
Just as the door was about to close completely, she suddenly heard a voice say, "Lock the door."
Wen Jiu stared at the tightly closed door in front of her, her eyes trembling slightly.
When Chen Yu received Zhou Yanchuan's call, he had just come out of the bar, but upon hearing Zhou Yanchuan's voice, he went back inside.
The bartender saw him and said, "Boss, why are you back again?"
He pulled up a chair, sat down, picked up his phone, and started playing games: "There's some idiot who wants to drink, I'll keep him company for a while."
In the freezing cold, Wen Jiu wrapped her coat tighter around herself and walked into the police station.
"It's such a pity about Zhiyi. All of us teachers liked her, but we never expected that something like this would happen to her."
"Zhiyi, she has no airs of a goddess at all, she's very gentle, and she patiently explains things to us when we ask her questions we don't understand."
"Many boys at our school like her."
"She's beautiful and academically gifted."
“I remember that after school that day, Song Yang and a few other boys stopped her in their car at the school gate. They didn’t try to pull her away; she got into the car on her own.”
"Song Yang and his group tried to stop Zhiyi a long time ago, but Zhiyi never paid them any attention."
...
After reviewing the interrogation records of those around Zhiyi, Wen Jiu looked up at Song Yang in the interrogation room.
Inside the room, the young and innocent face showed no fear of where he was. He crossed his legs and casually looked around.
She put down the documents in her hand and walked towards the door of the interrogation room.
Old Liu nodded to her, indicating that she could go in.
Wen Jiu pushed open the door and went in. The boy's gaze followed her, looking her up and down before finally settling on her face.
Arrogant, provocative, and tinged with a hint of amusement.
“Pretty lady,” he said in a flippant tone, “are you a prosecutor?”
Wen Jiu didn't respond to him, but simply laid the photos she was holding out on the table in front of him.
He casually looked down at the photo, and after seeing the person in the picture, he said, "Sister, what kind of photo is this? It's so bloody."
The boy looked fearful, but his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
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