Chapter 195 Did you cry while touching her?
Wen Jiu's expression froze for a moment, and she suddenly forgot what she was going to say. Two seconds later, she turned her head away and ignored him.
Lin Meng's lips inexplicably curled upwards.
"Is this how they argue at home?" she asked Aunt Lin in a low voice.
Aunt Lin shook her head in denial.
"At this time of day at home, the husband would probably have already carried his wife into the room."
"Xiao Jiu isn't struggling?"
"Naturally, it's a struggle."
"Did Zhou Yanchuan still forcefully hold me?"
It's hard to say about Aunt Lin.
She remembered one time before they got married, the two had a fight, and his wife didn't want to go back to the bedroom to sleep that night, so she sat on the sofa and looked at some documents.
Without saying a word, the man bent down and hugged her.
The person struggled in his arms.
Then he made a gesture that made the girl's face and body turn red instantly, and she suddenly became quiet.
Lin Meng asked curiously, "What did Zhou Yanchuan do?"
Aunt Lin was too embarrassed to say anything, but she saw the gentleman gently pat his wife's bottom.
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Under the dim light, Zhou Yanchuan sat down beside the person and said softly, "If you're not sleepy, I'll stay here with you. If you are, we'll go back to sleep."
Wen Jiu didn't look at him.
The other people in the room all looked somewhat dazed.
Especially the two little girls in the corner, who had only seen the man in front of them online.
To be honest, before seeing the two of them together, they didn't really believe that there could be any love in a wealthy family; it sounded like a sophisticated facade.
Everyone assumes that it's impossible to have genuine feelings in that kind of circle.
I never imagined that someone who seemed so aloof during the interview would have such a gentle side.
He speaks to his wife in a pleading tone, okay? Be good...
Moreover, he called her "Xiao Jiu" so affectionately, as if every time he called her that, he was saying sweet nothings.
Wen Jiu was determined not to sleep with Zhou Yanchuan, but her body was no longer what it used to be, and after ten o'clock, her eyelids began to droop.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person dozing off on the sofa, his eyes filled with a faint smile and heartache.
He gestured to Aunt Lin, who was standing nearby, and took the blanket from her to cover her. After she fell asleep, he carefully lifted her up from the sofa and silently mouthed goodbye to Lin Meng.
"They're gone."
"good."
As soon as they left, the two little girls in the living room went crazy.
"It's like watching a TV series."
"So handsome and so gentle!"
"Sister Mengmeng, did he come here just to appease his wife?"
"I don't know how his wife could resist, how she could bear to refuse him with a face like that."
Lin Meng smiled.
Her deskmate looks gentle and kind, but is actually quite stubborn.
Zhou Yanchuan won't let this matter of Qin You go until he gives her an explanation.
Zhou Yanchuan had just put her on the bed when she woke up.
However, without saying anything about not sharing a room, she silently got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
He followed her, wanting to help her wash.
But before he could reach the bathroom door, it was slammed shut.
He pursed his lips.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Zhou Yanchuan's phone lit up at that moment. He took it aside to answer the call, but his gaze remained fixed on the frosted glass.
Upon entering, he turned on only the floor lamp with enamel carvings on the wall. The warm yellow light reflected a soft, colorful glow, casting an ambiguous warm hue on the bathroom glass.
Amidst the vibrant colors, there is that slender and graceful figure.
Zhou Yanchuan stared at the silhouette traced on the glass; he could see nothing, yet he could see everything clearly.
She first let her long hair down, then raised her hand to unbutton the collar of her cheongsam, revealing her bare shoulders. The cheongsam was slowly pulled down, and her waist was made even thinner by the soft light.
He swallowed hard, looked away from the phone, and asked the person on the other end, "How's it going?"
"It's all resolved. Madam can see her anytime she wants."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Xu Qian dared not complain about the hardship, and cautiously asked, "Did you go to change your dressing?"
"Hang up."
"..."
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Zhou Yanchuan looked up towards the bathroom. If the woman didn't want to acknowledge her as her daughter, he could force her to do so.
But Xiao Jiu is so smart, wouldn't she be able to tell the difference when they actually meet?
If my only relative knew this, I wonder how wronged they would feel.
He sighed softly, unsure of what to do.
Suddenly, a loud "Bang!" rang in my ears.
The loud sound of glass colliding.
Zhou Yanchuan's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly walked over.
He had just pressed down on the doorknob when a voice came from behind the door: "I'm fine, I just spilled some essential oil in the pool."
Zhou Yanchuan couldn't listen to anything at this moment, and only said, "Open the door."
Wen Jiu picked up the glass bottle from the pool and put it away, then reached out to open the door.
She had just opened the door, and before she could even say anything, she was pulled aside and thoroughly examined.
Her expression froze slightly, and when she felt the trembling of his fingertips against her palm, her struggle abruptly stopped.
The person who was always at ease was now tense all over.
A sudden pang of sadness welled up in her eyes, and a wave of grievance washed over her.
"Did you run into him anywhere?" he asked.
"I ran into him."
"where?"
Wen Jiu raised her finger and pointed to her heart.
Zhou Yanchuan looked in that direction and was taken aback at first. When he realized what was happening, his eyes softened as if they were melting, filled with heartache.
The person in front of him remained calm, looked at him for two seconds, and then stepped out.
"Xiao Jiu, I—"
"Go to sleep."
Wen Jiu raised her hand to turn off the light, then lifted the covers and lay down on the bed.
Zhou Yanchuan stood there for a while, then walked over.
He didn't get into bed; he just squatted down beside her and said, "I'll explain."
Upon hearing those words, Wen Jiu gripped the blanket tightly, as if she heard the sound of a stone falling to the ground in her heart. The grievances and unease that had been weighing on her chest turned into a sour feeling in her nose.
In the dim light, Zhou Yanchuan told everything.
"I brought Qin You to the banquet because she told me she saw a woman who looked a lot like you and asked if I was interested."
Wen Jiu's expression changed slightly in the darkness.
Then I heard the man say, "So I agreed, and I got to see the woman as I wished."
He paused for a few seconds, then said softly, "Her name is Ye Qinglan."
Even though Wen Jiu had a feeling when she said that he looked a lot like her, her heart still couldn't help but tremble when she actually heard his name. She murmured softly, "I found him."
Zhou Yanchuan hummed in agreement.
Then a silence fell between the two of them.
After an unknown amount of time, a gentle voice echoed in the room: "Is she doing well?"
Zhou Yanchuan's fingertips twitched slightly: "It's fine."
After he finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you want to see her?"
"She probably doesn't want to see me. If she did, she wouldn't have kept it from me all this time."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled helplessly.
She guessed it without even meeting him.
However, the people around him reacted much calmer than he had expected.
He raised his hand and touched her face.
When Wen Jiu felt the hand groping her face, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Did you cry?"
"..."
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