Chapter 157 Do you know who I'm going to marry?
"Not engaged."
When Zhou Yanchuan said those words, Wen Jiu froze, but tears still streamed down her face uncontrollably.
I can't quite put my finger on whether the sadness was overwhelmed by joy or something else, but I suddenly felt a huge sense of relief.
Then he suddenly asked, "And what about you? You said you didn't care, so why are you crying?"
She pursed her lips and remained silent.
Do you know who they want me to marry?
"With you."
Many years later, Wen Jiu still couldn't describe how she felt when she heard Zhou Yanchuan say those two words.
Shocked and bewildered, expectant and saddened.
For a moment, her heart stopped, and she forgot to make an expression, just staring blankly at him.
Zhou Yanchuan also looked down at her, his dark eyes reflecting her bewildered face.
The snow fell heavily, and both of their shoulders were covered in a layer of white.
There were also a few tiny snowflakes on her pretty little face that was turned up.
He reached out to wipe away her tears, his movements gentle, but his words were colder than the day itself.
"But I refused."
As soon as she finished speaking, a large tear slid down her reddened eye.
Wen Jiu didn't even realize that she was crying again.
Because when a person is extremely sad, they are unaware that they are crying.
It turns out, she could be so close to him.
It was even closer than when we were doing those intimate things.
Those eyes that were looking at him seemed to speak volumes. Even though she didn't say a word, Zhou Yanchuan knew what she was thinking.
Wronged.
An overwhelming sense of injustice.
It's as if it's saying:
Why?
Why did you refuse?
Zhou Yanchuan, do you really not like me anymore?
He tenderly cupped her cheeks in his hands.
"Xiao Jiu, it was you who said we should break up."
Upon hearing this, the girl let him cup her face, looked at him, and then burst into tears.
Those who pretended not to care eventually couldn't hold it in any longer.
Hearing that faint, trembling voice, Zhou Yanchuan's heart ached as if it were rotting away.
However, it finally allowed her to completely reveal her feelings to him.
He moved the hand that had been cupping her face to the back of her neck, cradling her in his palm so she could lean against him and cry.
"Xiao Jiu, when you said those things back then, did you really not plan to be with me anymore?"
Wen Jiu felt a lot of pain, her heart ached, even more than when they broke up years ago.
She was crying so hard she couldn't speak.
At that time, at that age.
She couldn't find a better way; she just thought she couldn't be a burden to him, and she always had to face things on her own.
Both of them were badly injured after the fight.
Five years have passed, and Wen Jiu still feels terrible whenever she thinks about the things she said.
That's Zhou Yanchuan.
Her favorite person is Zhou Yanchuan.
Yet she said so many hurtful things to him.
"sorry."
...
Zhou Yanchuan held her tightly in his arms. He didn't want to hear her apologize, nor did he intend to make her feel bad. He just wanted to tell her—
I know what you said back then. I remember it all, but what good does it do to remember?
He spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "I refused simply because I didn't want to give in to their wishes. Since we can't get over this together, let's start over and live a good life together, okay?"
Wen Jiu was crying and couldn't speak.
At this moment, I realized that he had never cared about what she had said back then.
But Zhou Yanchuan, how can you not care?
Zhou Yanchuan didn't want to reveal everything directly, but with this sudden revelation, if he didn't speak up, people might start to overthink things.
Go ahead and say it.
Let yourself blame yourself.
It would be good to take advantage of her sympathy and make her feel sorry for him.
Upon seeing this, Ji Wenbai's eyes no longer showed surprise, but rather a sense of bewilderment.
He never imagined that someone of such status would have such a side, embracing the girl as if she were a priceless treasure.
*
Zhou Yanchuan and Wen Jiu did not return to Yujing that night.
The two went straight upstairs.
After so long, we returned to the apartment together again, and for a moment, we were both struck by a sense of disbelief as we pushed open the door.
Looking at the sofa in front of the French windows, Wen Jiu's mind was filled with those intimate and warm moments.
As she stood there in a daze, a voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"Lift your foot."
The person who was originally beside her had somehow squatted down next to her legs.
She was stunned, and her nose started to sting again.
"I'll do it myself."
Zhou Yanchuan paused slightly in the hand that was untying his shoelaces, but he didn't say anything. He simply stood up, walked into the living room, and turned on the heater.
Wen Jiu changed her shoes and went into the room, finding it much cleaner than she had imagined. "You've been back?"
"Um."
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her face, which was red from the cold, and took off her coat from her shoulders: "Go take a shower first."
"Go ahead."
Upon hearing Rou Rou say such a thing to him, Zhou Yanchuan slightly raised his eyelids.
Wen Jiu looked at him and said softly, "You weren't wearing a coat just now."
"I'm in good health."
She pursed her lips.
Just as they were about to say something more, a cell phone rang, breaking the silence between them.
The sound came from the pocket of the coat Wen Jiu was wearing. She reached out and touched it, but didn't see the caller ID before handing it over.
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at it, his expression turned cold, and he took his phone to the window.
Wen Jiu stood there alone for a while, then looked up at the person by the window.
I don't know what he was talking to on the phone, but his brows were furrowed, as if he had some unresolved problem.
She remembered that he had just said that his family wanted him to get married. Why was he suddenly being asked to get married?
Wen Jiu suddenly remembered that Chen Yu had told her that Zhou Yanchuan's grandmother was sick.
Is the illness very serious?
Zhou Yanchuan listened to the person on the phone say: "The old lady fainted again. After being rescued, she is even weaker and keeps talking about you."
Hearing this, he didn't say when he would go back, but his expression was noticeably more serious than before. He gave a faint "hmm" and hung up the phone.
Zhou Yanchuan gazed at the tall building in the distance for a few seconds, then turned to check on the girl, only to find she was no longer there.
He felt a moment of panic, but before he could go look for her, he heard a sound coming from the bathroom, and a person wearing pajamas came out.
When their eyes met, she asked softly, "Are you done?"
"Um."
She stepped aside slightly: "Then you should go take a shower."
Zhou Yanchuan didn't move, just stared at her face, which was flushed red by the steam. After a few seconds, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Jiu felt the hand tightening around her waist and whispered, "Is your grandmother very ill?"
She noticed the person holding her stiffen, and a voice sounded from above her head: "Hmm."
She didn't say anything more, but feeling a little uncomfortable, she raised her hand and gently wrapped it around him.
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