Chapter 181 Thankfully, after all these years, he's still alright.
Wen Jiu sat on the sofa, not daring to lift her head, and pleaded softly, "Don't look at me."
"Now you know to tell us not to look at you? Where were you when you were getting your marriage certificate?" Li Yue retorted.
Wen Jiu: "..."
“You’re amazing, Prosecutor Wen,” she teased again.
Wen Jiu explained softly, "I was thinking of telling you after the wedding."
Li Yue waved her hand: "No, we're not going."
"..."
Lin Meng chimed in, "If Zhou Yanchuan hadn't been so quick to stop, we don't know how long we would have been kept in the dark."
"I was wrong."
Xia Shi turned her head away and humphed.
It took Wen Jiu an entire afternoon to finally calm the three of them down. Once they were calm, they started pestering her for details.
"Who proposed to you two?"
"How did you get married?"
When are you going to have the wedding?
...
Wen Jiu knew that despite the campaign, they were actually happier than anyone else; otherwise, they wouldn't have all rushed to Beicheng without hesitation after hearing the news.
*
Seeing the girl who had been glued to her phone all morning, sighing from time to time, Sun Jin couldn't help but raise her hand and pat her forehead.
"Why is a little kid sighing so much all day?"
"Sister Jin, you have no idea how complicated my feelings are right now."
"What's so complicated about it?"
"The CEO of Jiuyu got married."
Sun Jin's smile deepened. The young girl wasn't there at the last dinner party, so she naturally didn't know about his relationship with Wen Jiu.
If we knew someday, it wouldn't be so complicated.
Lin Fan spent a whole day trying to imagine what kind of wife Zhou Yanchuan would have, or what kind of woman could catch his eye.
Not only Lin Fan, but also the internet was abuzz with discussion about what kind of woman could make someone like him publicly announce that he was married.
Until that wedding of the century in the future.
They finally met the legendary Mrs. Zhou.
However, before introducing Mrs. Zhou, he introduced Wen Jiu, a prosecutor.
Then came my wife.
*
When news of Zhou Yanchuan's marriage broke, the situation quickly became uncontrollable, with various media outlets reporting on it extensively, causing Jiuyu's stock to rise.
The paparazzi staked out day and night, trying to capture even a single, albeit half, photo of his wife.
But he was so busy traveling between China and abroad that he often didn't get home until late at night.
Let alone getting a picture of the legendary Mrs. Zhou, he hasn't even seen Mr. Zhou more than a few times a month.
When Zhou Yanchuan returned late at night once again, Wen Jiu was already fast asleep. In her drowsy state, she felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace.
When she woke up the next morning and saw the person beside her, her eyes shone with undisguised joy: "When did you get back?"
"last night."
Why didn't you wake me up?
"I couldn't bear to shout it."
Wen Jiu snuggled closer to him.
Zhou Yanchuan asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"
"superior."
"Then why aren't you up yet?"
Wen Jiu didn't say anything, she just hugged him.
Zhou Yanchuan softened and gently stroked the top of her head: "Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll come back every day."
"Um."
She tilted her head up to kiss him.
When she was done kissing and wanted to get out of bed, the hand around her waist suddenly tightened.
She said softly, "Zhou Yanchuan, I have to go to work."
"Um."
He responded naturally, but his hand showed no sign of loosening its grip.
Wen Jiu thought he hadn't reacted yet, so she waited a while longer, but found that he still didn't let go.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
She called his name again.
He moved his lips close to her ear: "Don't shout yet."
She seemed to realize something, and her face flushed.
Zhou Yanchuan held her for quite a while, and seeing that she was going to be late for work, he showed no sign of stopping; on the contrary, his behavior became more and more intense.
"week--"
Before the last two words could even leave Wen Jiu's mouth, the hand around her waist loosened its grip.
She paused for two seconds, about to say something, when she heard the person behind her say, "Don't you want to go to work?"
*
In the morning, Zhou Yanchuan took her to the procuratorate in a more understated black car, not Chen Yu's pink one.
Wen Jiu had been curious about something, and while waiting at a red light, she turned her head and asked, "Zhou Yanchuan, do you know I can't drive?"
After they got together, he never let her drive by herself, as if he knew she had a phobia of driving.
Zhou Yanchuan's eyebrows and eyes showed subtle changes.
Seeing his reaction, Wen Jiu knew she had guessed correctly. Curious, she couldn't help but ask, "How did you know?"
He didn't answer immediately, but paused for a moment before saying, "When the car exploded, Qi You and the others messaged me saying you had an accident."
Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "You're back?"
"Can you not come back?"
She was speechless for a moment, and her nose felt sore.
In just a few words, he expressed all his concerns and helplessness.
Wen Jiu, fighting back tears, asked, "Have you come back at other times?"
"Um."
"when?"
"I can't remember."
He couldn't even remember how many times he came back during those five years, how worried he was about leaving her alone.
"Didn't you say you'd leave and never come back?"
I thought saying that would soften your heart.
But his words had no effect.
Wen Jiu's eyes became watery, and Zhou Yanchuan noticed this and threatened in a low voice, "Don't cry."
She could still control her emotions somewhat at first, but once he started talking, she couldn't stop.
A few tears fell with a "plop".
Zhou Yanchuan gently reached out to wipe her face, feeling both sorry for her and amused: "Why are you crying?"
She didn't say anything, just big tears fell down her cheeks.
He was at his wits' end, so he wiped her eyes while coaxing her, "How will you go to work if your eyes are swollen from crying?"
Wen Jiu sobbed and looked up at him.
Zhou Yanchuan gently rubbed the corner of her eye: "Okay, stop crying, it's all in the past now."
*
When I was almost at work, I stopped the car on the side of the road.
Wen Jiu pushed open the car door and got out, but after taking a few steps, she turned back. She went around to the driver's seat, raised her hand and knocked on the car window, and the glass slowly rolled down.
Zhou Yanchuan was about to ask what was wrong?
The person in front of him leaned down and gently placed a kiss on his lips.
Then she smiled at him and said, "Zhou Yanchuan, I'm leaving."
His eyes widened slightly, then he slowly smiled and said, "Yes."
Watching that figure gradually disappear from sight, Zhou Yanchuan suddenly remembered the time he came back to see her.
He was trembling uncontrollably on the plane. Later, when he saw her crying uncontrollably because of the little girl at the funeral home, his first feeling was relief that she wasn't on the bus.
Later, seeing her squatting in the snow crying with self-blame, I wanted to go up and hug her, but in the end I held back and just stood there, keeping her company from a distance.
Zhou Yanchuan watched the corner where the person disappeared, a smile playing on his lips. Thankfully, after all these years, the person was alright.
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