Chapter 177 Last Wish
Xia Shi watched the person who hurriedly got off the sofa and ran away, a look of worry flashing in his eyes.
"It's alright," Wen Jiu said softly to comfort her, and got up from the sofa. "I'll go take a look."
"good."
Before she even reached the restroom, Wen Jiu heard the painful retching sound, and her eyes immediately filled with heartache.
She walked over quickly and gently patted her back.
This was the first time Li Yue had felt nauseous in days. She couldn't bear it for a moment, tears welled up in her eyes, and her nose turned red.
Wen Jiu felt extremely distressed and handed her a tissue to wipe away her tears.
After Li Yue vomited for a while and calmed down, Wen Jiu went online to search and saw that some people said eating some sour apricots could help suppress the vomiting, so she hurriedly got up to buy some.
Zhou Yanchuan saw her grab her coat and was about to leave, so he reached out and stopped her.
Two heads popped out of the kitchen, and another one, though not peeking out, clearly stopped picking vegetables.
"Where to?" Zhou Yanchuan asked in a low voice.
Wen Jiu leaned closer to him and said, "Yueyue is feeling really unwell from vomiting. I saw online that eating sour apricots can help. I'll go buy some for her."
As she spoke, she noticed a speck of flour on his face, and naturally reached out to wipe it off for him: "I'm leaving now."
“Let’s go back,” Zhou Yanchuan said, pulling her hand to her waist and patting it lightly. “I’ll go buy it.”
Wen Jiu looked up at him.
He smiled faintly and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips.
Chen Yu was dazed by the scene before him, and didn't even know when Zhou Yanchuan had left.
The feeling these two gave him was something no one else could give him; it was the feeling that they were meant to be together, and that no one else could.
They were so intimate and natural.
It's as if the other person has already become a part of oneself.
*
Light snow began to fall outside the window, while soft music played inside. Behind the girls on the sofa, several tall figures moved between the living room and the kitchen.
Once all the dishes were served, Wen Jiu and the others got up and walked towards the dining table.
Surprisingly, the color is very good.
Zhou Yanchuan returned at this time, took off his coat, and walked in.
He sat down next to Wen Jiu and handed her the sour apricots he had bought.
Wen Jiu took it and gave it to Li Yue.
Seeing that she was worried, Li Yue pretended to be relaxed and joked, "I never thought I would be able to eat something that President Zhou bought for me."
"If you want to eat it, have him make more trips," Wen Jiu coaxed her.
The man beside her took her hand, looked at Li Yue, and asked, "Should we tell Jin Yiyan?"
Li Yue's forced cheerfulness immediately crumbled: "Zhou Yanchuan, sometimes I really don't want to talk to you."
Too calm, and too perceptive of people's hearts.
Only when he is in front of Wen Jiu does he act differently.
“Tell him what to do, he’ll never acknowledge the child,” she said calmly.
"What if?"
Li Yue's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she quickly suppressed her expectation: "There are no such 'what ifs', and I can't risk losing my job for that one 'what if'."
Modeling is a young person's game; she can't just suddenly go and have a baby during the peak of her career.
Chen Si Nian couldn't stand the person next to him any longer and whispered, "Why don't you sit between them and listen?"
Chen Yu: "..."
Li Yue also noticed the person looking in their direction and looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and an awkward silence filled the air.
Chen Yu coughed, intending to apologize, when he heard her say, "Would you like to sit down and listen?"
"..."
Li Yue smiled and said, "It's okay. We're talking here because we didn't intend to hide anything from you. If you're really curious about anything, you can ask me. Just take it as entertainment."
Hearing this, Wen Jiu felt a pang of heartache.
Chen Yuzhen then asked, "Who is the father of the child?"
"..."
A moment of silence fell over the table, and Li Yue couldn't help but laugh first, followed by a smile from everyone else.
Chen Si Nian laughed and scolded him: "Idiot."
*
Only when the champagne was empty did the group finally decide to leave.
Zhou Yanchuan led the two back to the newly purchased house.
As soon as she entered the room, Wen Jiu turned around and said to him, "I'm sleeping with Yueyue tonight."
He frowned.
Li Yue looked smug, put her arm around the waist of the girl next to her, and said to Zhou Yanchuan, "Sorry, your wife belongs to me tonight."
*
After taking a shower, the two changed into their pajamas and lay down on the bed.
Li Yue hugged the girl beside her and whispered in her ear under the covers, "Did you two do 'that' again?"
Wen Jiu's face flushed slightly.
"How are you?" The person holding her rubbed her waist with their hand.
"What do you mean, how about it?"
"The experience," Li Yue said with a gossipy look, "I wanted to ask about it the first time."
Wen Jiu pushed her away, but the girl hugged her waist even tighter and said, "It looks like you ate very well."
“Yueyue,” she couldn’t help but blush.
Li Yue chuckled softly, and stopped teasing her. Instead, she said sincerely, "Live well, okay?"
"Um."
"And you? Have you really thought it through?"
Li Yue's eyes dimmed, and she raised her hand to touch her stomach: "You said you can't feel anything when you touch it now, so why do you still feel a little uncomfortable when you think about having an abortion?"
"Perhaps because it's that person's."
Hearing this, Li Yue's eyelashes welled up with tears, and she muttered, "What's so great about liking an old man? Why can't you get over it?"
“If you can’t get over it, then don’t,” Wen Jiu said, holding her hand. “If you want to keep bothering him, then keep bothering him. We’ll talk about it again when we can’t keep bothering him anymore.”
Li Yue burst into tears.
That night, the two talked about the tree outside the window that was covered in white snow before they slowly fell asleep.
When Wen Jiu woke up the next day, the person in bed was still asleep. She quietly went out and saw Zhou Yanchuan sitting in the living room.
She was startled: "What are you doing here?"
"Zhou Qiyong just called and said that Grandma's condition has worsened again."
Wen Jiu's expression suddenly changed.
When the two arrived at the hospital, Grandma had just been out of danger.
Zhou Qiyong stood outside the ward, surrounded by many people, but Wen Jiu still sensed a deep sense of vicissitude emanating from him.
As soon as they saw them coming, Zhou Huaiqian and Qiao Wan's expressions changed.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't even glance at the two of them before leading Wen Jiu to Zhou Qiyong.
"How about it?"
"I can only live for another six months at most." Wen Jiu didn't know what the old man was thinking when he said this, but at that moment, he suddenly realized that the old man's hair had turned completely white.
Grandma woke up in the afternoon.
Looking at the group of people gathered around the hospital bed, the first thing she called out was, "Xiao Jiu."
She weakly raised her hand to take hers.
Wen Jiu stepped forward first.
The moment the hand grasped, tears welled up in the old man's eyes: "I was hoping that you would come back and we could have a proper meal together, but I didn't expect you to suddenly feel unwell again."
"It's alright, we can eat anytime. You should focus on recovering first."
"How has Xiaochuan been treating you lately? Has he been bullying you?"
No, he's very good to me.
"That's good, that's good."
The old man held her hand and talked for a long time. Finally, the doctor came and told her to rest, and she finally fell asleep.
As Wen Jiu got up to leave, she heard a sound coming from outside the corridor:
"I know you blame us and don't want us to bring up marriage again, but can you just go through with this marriage to fulfill Grandma's last wish?"
Having said that, Wen Jiu looked at the person in the corner who was still bowing his head and remaining silent, his eyelashes wet; he still hadn't given up.
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