Chapter 163 Are you tired all these years?
Wen Jiu was wearing a nightgown. Not long after she sat on Zhou Yanchuan's lap, he tore open the lace ribbon at her chest with his fingers, his lips lingering there. She tilted her head back, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
She wanted to hug him.
He knew this, so he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, so that her slender hands could rest on his shoulders.
As her body was being massaged, Wen Jiu couldn't stop sobbing.
He chuckled, "Honey, if you speak any louder, the neighbors will hear you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl on his lap trembled, a hint of confusion and panic appearing in her lustful eyes.
His eyes were full of laughter as he held her lips and said, "I was just kidding, my room is soundproof."
Wen Jiu raised her leg to kick him, but before she could, her tongue was hooked. She mumbled a curse: "Bastard."
He let out a low gasp.
Wen Jiu couldn't resist such teasing; her chest heaved slightly, and her body went limp.
*
The two didn't linger there. After being pleased by her, Zhou Yanchuan kissed her lips, got up, and went to the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Wen Jiu lay on the bed for a while to recover, then dragged her weak legs to find him: "Zhou Yanchuan."
Before I could even utter the words of self-reproach, a voice rang in my ears: "Go to sleep. You'll regret it when you're not so nervous."
Wen Jiu: "..."
*
When Zhou Yanchuan came out of the bathroom, the person on the bed was already curled up asleep in the corner. He quietly lay down next to her and reached out to pull her into his arms.
She mumbled incoherently, turned over, snuggled against him, and then fell silent again.
Zhou Yanchuan's heart softened. He didn't say anything, but his gaze swept over her eyebrows and eyes, describing them again and again with deep emotion.
Over the past five years, this scene has appeared in his mind countless times, each time like a vivid dream.
Her collar was open, and he reached out to touch the red mark on her collarbone.
In the dead of winter night, all around was eerily quiet.
In the warm, cozy room, a soft voice whispered, "Aren't you tired all these years?"
*
Two years ago, Zhou Yanchuan secretly returned to China without telling anyone. As soon as he got back, he drove to the entrance of the procuratorate.
After sitting in the car all day, I finally saw the girl come out around 10 p.m.
As winter deepens, nighttime temperatures drop to several degrees below zero.
As soon as she came out, she wrapped her coat tighter around herself because of the cold. The dim streetlights shone on her shoulders, and there was a stack of documents in her bag.
Given the weather and the time, she waited by the roadside for a long time but no car came.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person stomping their feet in the cold under the streetlight and made a phone call.
"Could you give me a ride?"
A moment later, a white car appeared at the intersection.
As Zhou Yanchuan watched the girl get into the car, she seemed to sense something, as she leaned over to get in and glanced at him.
He saw snowflakes drifting on the car window, and she was gazing at him amidst the swirling snowflakes.
He knew she hadn't seen him.
But the moment their eyes met, his eyes still welled up with tears.
How cold it must be.
*
morning.
When Zhou Yanchuan realized that his arms were empty, his sleepiness vanished instantly.
He came out of the room, his panicked expression relaxing when he saw the person in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The dim yellow light in the living room was softened by the snow. The girl, wearing a white cashmere dress and with her long hair tied low, was pushing an elderly person in a wheelchair in front of the French windows, looking at the snow-covered courtyard.
He walked over quietly.
When Wen Jiu turned around and saw the person behind her, she was surprised and whispered, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
I was so tired from the flight yesterday.
He reached out to take her hand: "I can't sleep."
“If you can’t sleep, you can lie down for a while longer,” she said, as he led her, looking down at the person in the wheelchair. “Grandma just woke up, ate, and went back to sleep.”
Zhou Yanchuan knew the old woman had been sleeping a lot lately, so he raised a hand to pull the blanket up for her and asked softly, "Did she say anything to you?"
Wen Jiu extended her right hand.
Zhou Yanchuan looked over and noticed a full circle of purple jadeite bracelet on her slender wrist. If he remembered correctly, this bracelet was a token of love between his grandmother and Zhou Qiyong.
He smiled and said, "It suits you well."
Wen Jiu shook her head, knowing how valuable the bracelet was, and lowered her voice: "After I take it off, please return it to her for me."
“Why give it back to her?” he replied casually, “She owes you a lot more.”
Wen Jiu was slightly taken aback, and looked up at him. The lamplight fell on his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a tenderness.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Coming to her senses, she said, "That's different."
"How are they different?"
Wen Jiu didn't know what to say, so she just said, "It's different."
After saying that, Zhou Yanchuan didn't say anything more, he just looked at her.
She felt uncomfortable under his gaze and was wondering whether she should say something when he laughed.
"Fool."
Wen Jiu: "..."
Outside the window, the cold wind howled and snowflakes fluttered, while inside, incense smoke curled and the room was quiet.
The two stood quietly beside the old man, holding hands.
After a long while, Wen Jiu spoke up: "I want to go home and visit today."
"I'll go with you."
"No need, I can manage on my own. You should spend more time with Grandma."
"Such a good granddaughter-in-law, I don't know where their eyes are."
Wen Jiu raised her hand and patted him.
The person is still here.
Then he started talking nonsense.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the arm that had been slapped.
Wen Jiu kept watching him stare at that spot, and belatedly realized what she had done, feeling a little awkward.
"Good, let's get started."
"..."
Why is he so happy even after I hit him?
*
After spending three days in Qingyang, Wen Jiu had to return to Beicheng. Sun Jin had taken on a new case and was already overwhelmed with work. If Lin Fan hadn't let slip during the phone call, Wen Jiu wouldn't have known that things were in complete chaos there.
On the day she left, the old man was still holding her hand and apologizing.
Wen Jiu gathered her clothes and squatted down beside her legs: "Let's not talk about the past. You take good care of yourself and I'll come back to see you for the New Year."
Qiu Yilian's eyes sparkled: "Sigh."
"Then I'm leaving."
"good."
Wen Jiu stood up from the carpet and was about to say goodbye to the old gentleman next to her when Zhou Yanchuan put his arm around her waist and pulled her over to put on a scarf.
Zhou Qiyong coughed.
Zhou Yanchuan said in a nonchalant tone: "If you have a cold, go take some medicine."
"..."
Wen Jiu stared at the person who had just said this while looking down at her eyes, paused for a moment, chuckled, and felt a warmth in her heart.
She whispered a reminder: "Speak properly."
"It's good enough that you're talking to him."
He helped her tie her scarf, and his hand fell on her waist again: "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport."
Before leaving, Wen Jiu bid farewell to the two elderly people.
On the way to the airport, the person next to her didn't say much the whole time, and Wen Jiu could tell that he was unhappy because of her attitude towards the two elderly people.
However, she noticed but didn't say anything. As she picked up her suitcase and left, she said "I'm leaving" and started walking.
Before I could take a step, my wrist was grabbed: "Are you just going to leave like this?"
"Otherwise what?"
Aren't you going to tell me anything else?
"What's there to say? It's not that you don't want to talk."
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