Chapter 27 really is a little tail end.
Wen Chengyu was caught off guard by the beating and staggered back a few steps, sobering up considerably.
The anger of being beaten by a mere brat surged up instantly.
"It's perfectly natural for a father to scold his daughter—"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yanchuan kicked him again.
Screw that self-evident truth.
He took the wrist of the person behind him and walked out.
Wen Jiu let him lead her by the hand.
Having been caught by Zhou Yanchuan so many times since childhood, she should have gotten used to it by now.
But at this moment, feelings of inferiority continued to erode her like waves.
The little bit of self-esteem and pride she had painstakingly built up in front of him vanished without a trace in an instant.
Wen Chengyu's appearance made her feel like a clown.
Wen Jiu suddenly felt fortunate that she hadn't said those words aloud.
I'm glad I pulled her out of that unrealistic fantasy.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person who had been silent since the beginning and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Um?"
Wen Jiu raised her eyes.
He acted as if nothing had happened, still with that carefree attitude: "Come on, let's go to the shop and watch me eat."
Wen Jiu felt a sudden pang of sadness, pulling herself out of her chaotic thoughts: "No way."
He pulled her towards Uncle Wang's shop: "It's not up to you."
"Xiao Jiu, Yan Chuan is here."
As soon as the two of them entered the store, the man in the shop came over with two bottles of water in a friendly manner.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang," Wen Jiu said softly.
"You're welcome. Same as usual?"
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at the person next to him, then nodded.
Wen Jiu was so caught up in the suddenness of her arrival that she didn't even have time to grab her phone. While waiting for the food to be ready, she kept her head down, looking at the menu posted on the table.
suddenly--
"So beautiful?"
"What?" She looked up.
Zhou Yanchuan gestured with his eyes: "You've been staring at it for five minutes."
"I……"
Wen Jiu felt she should explain herself, but her mind was too muddled and she couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing Wen Chengyu's reaction, Zhou Yanchuan remained silent, but he had been holding back his anger ever since he saw Wen Chengyu.
At this moment, he looked as if he had lost his soul, and the fire burned even more fiercely.
He tried his best to control himself and keep his voice as normal as possible: "Wen Jiu."
Zhou Yanchuan rarely called her by her full name, and Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat.
Before she could wonder why he suddenly called her that, a voice rang in her ears:
"You are you, and he is him. What he is like will not affect my understanding of you."
Wen Jiu's eyelashes fluttered, and her tangled thoughts were instantly cleared.
What follows is a sour and astringent taste.
He's always so good.
A strong, astringent feeling welled up in Wen Jiu's throat, an almost uncontrollable sense of grievance.
She bit her lip, forcing herself to hold back, and forced a smile at the person: "Okay."
“What’s so good about it?” Zhou Yanchuan took off his hat and put it on her head. “You look awful with that smile.”
As he spoke, he pinched the brim of his hat and pressed it down a little more.
A tear fell unexpectedly onto the table with a "plop".
Zhou Yanchuan paused in mid-air before withdrawing his hand as if nothing had happened.
The rain outside the window had intensified again. After calming herself down, Wen Jiu looked up and said, "Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
Have you finished your summer homework?
"..."
Zhou Yanchuan chuckled, "I've noticed you're not very good at chatting."
Wen Jiu felt embarrassed by his words, but still said softly, "You're already in your second year of high school. If you don't study now, what will you do if you fall behind?"
If you can't catch up, you can't catch up.
"Then you can't go to university."
Up to this point, Zhou Yanchuan was still indifferent, casually saying, "Then let's not go."
After he said that, the girl next to him suddenly fell silent.
When he realized that the people had quieted down again, he turned his head and glanced at them.
Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly looked up—
Her eyelashes were wet with tears, her eyes were red at the corners, and so was the tip of her nose.
His grievances were written all over his face.
Zhou Yanchuan felt a slight sting in his chest, paused in his speech, and lowered his gaze.
A soft, gentle voice whispered in my ear, "But I want to go to the same school as you."
His hand, which had been unconsciously tapping the table, stopped.
He paused for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.
"What a little tail!"
*
After leaving Uncle Wang's place, Wen Jiu looked at the already dark sky and said, "It's very late, shouldn't you go home?"
“No rush,” he replied, then added, “Let’s go back and get the things together first.”
"Take what?" Wen Jiu asked, puzzled.
"Luggage." He was texting someone while looking down, but didn't forget to reply to her, "You can stay in Longwan for the next few days."
After Wen Jiu understood what he meant, she immediately shook her head: "It's okay, I'm all grown up now, he won't do anything to me, and he'll only be back for a day or two."
Zhou Yanchuan looked up at her.
“Really,” Wen Jiu said again, “You’re right across the street, I can just call you if anything happens.”
She explained earnestly for a long time, but he looked at her and slowly tossed out a sentence: "No."
Zhou Yanchuan put away his phone and said, "Let's go."
Wen Jiu knew he was worried about her, but she also had her own stubbornness.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
She called out to him, and when he stopped, she said softly, "There's no escaping it."
*
When Wen Jiu opened the door, Wen Chengyu was sitting in the living room eating the boxed lunches they had placed on the table.
Hearing the door open, he raised his head.
"So you did come back after all."
Wen Jiu remained silent and walked straight to her room.
Wen Chengyu naturally wouldn't give in, so he stood up from his chair and placed his hand across her.
"I'll stick with you—"
Wen Jiu bent down, nimbly slipped under his arm, and then ran towards her room.
A string of curses inevitably followed behind him, and then the door was banged on loudly.
She ignored it, locked the door, and started doing her own thing.
Wen Chengyu walked to her door, cursed a few times, and then asked, "I think that Zhou family kid is very protective of you. How far have you two gotten? Let me tell you, if you really get together with him, you won't have to worry about the rest of your life. Then your dad can also enjoy some good fortune."
What father would say such a thing to his daughter?
Wen Jiu gave a self-deprecating smile.
She took out her earphones from her bag, put them on, and started doing her homework at her desk.
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan reached the door, he heard cursing coming from inside the room. He pressed the doorknob expressionlessly.
When Wen Chengyu saw him, he was first stunned, and then a sense of fear arose in him.
He's been beaten by this kid a lot over the years.
Before he could even figure out why Zhou Yanchuan had come, the next second, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged out of his house.
"Hey, hey, this is my house, what are you doing?"
He struggled.
But the boy in front of him was a full half a head taller than him, with broad shoulders and muscular arms.
Wen Chengyu was dragged out of control by him.
"Let me tell you, no matter what, I am still Wen Jiu's father. If you piss me off, you can forget about ever touching my daughter again."
Upon hearing this, the person who had been unresponsive stopped in their tracks.
Wen Chengyu thought his words had worked and was about to say something more when a cold laugh drifted to his ear, followed by a mocking voice: "Her father? You don't deserve to be called that."
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