Chapter 154 Let's find a suitable day to set the wedding date.
Wen Jiu was half asleep when her phone rang. Thinking it was about the case, she picked it up from the bedside table, answered it, and put it to her ear.
"Hello."
There was no sound from the other end; you could only hear the wind whistling past your ears.
Wen Jiu felt something was off, rubbed her eyes, and picked up the phone to see who had called.
When she saw the caller ID, her drowsiness vanished instantly. She sat up straight in bed and waited for a while, but there was still no response. After hesitating for a few seconds, she called out somewhat nervously, "Zhou Yanchuan."
After that, the person on the phone finally responded: "Hmm."
"Is there something you need?"
He fell silent once again.
After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke again, her voice hoarse and tired: "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I'm looking at a case."
As soon as Wen Jiu finished speaking, a soft laugh came from the other end, the voice as gentle as before: "I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep."
With a sudden phone call and some inexplicable words, how could Wen Jiu possibly fall asleep?
Has something happened?
The cigarette in Zhou Yanchuan's hand had burned out. He hadn't been back to the old house for several years, and he never expected to return because his grandmother was seriously ill.
He stood by the window for a while, until the smell of smoke on his clothes dissipated, and then walked into the room.
The person in bed had woken up sometime earlier. Seeing him enter, they waved to him with difficulty, saying, "Come here."
Zhou Yanchuan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The old man held his hand, his tired eyes glistening with tears: "How have you been these past years? I heard from your grandfather that you started a very large company abroad. Is it difficult to manage?"
"good."
"Do you still hate your grandparents?"
"No."
"We are the ones who have wronged Xiao Jiu."
Zhou Yanchuan's expression changed slightly.
"How is she doing now? Is she married? If not..."
“Grandma.” Zhou Yanchuan frowned, still emphasizing even at this moment, “She is not a commodity, not something our family can just decide to discard or take.”
"Grandma knows, what Grandma means is that if you haven't let go yet, then..."
The old woman started coughing violently again as she spoke. Zhou Yanchuan went to get her a handkerchief, and a small patch of red had seeped through the white silk.
He gripped the handkerchief tightly with his fingers and helped the person lie down.
After watching the old man fall asleep again by the bedside, Zhou Yanchuan got up and left the room.
Zhou Qiyong was waiting outside. As soon as he saw him, he said in a deep voice, "Let's talk."
Two people stood facing each other by the window.
Zhou Qiyong slowly said, "The thing your grandmother regrets most over the years is that she stopped you from getting together with that child from the Wen family back then."
None of them expected the little girl to be so resolute when they broke up, saying she would never see him again and really not seeing him for five years.
What surprised them most was that their grandson never returned home after the day he came back and caused a scene because of Wen Chengyu's gambling debts.
It was only at that moment that they realized that the relationship between the two children, who had spent more than ten years together, had long transcended blood ties.
Over the years, Zhou Qiyong couldn't say whether he had ever regretted it, but whenever his wife mentioned her grandson, her eyes were filled with tears and remorse. Years of pent-up emotions had led to illness, which has now completely erupted.
Let's set a suitable date for the wedding.
One sentence completely touched Zhou Yanchuan's sore spot, and his tone turned cold: "Who are you going to make a decision with? You've already driven everyone away, and now you want me to make a decision?"
Zhou Qiyong frowned.
Zhou Yanchuan had lost the will to stay any longer, but the thought of it always caused him great pain.
"When she was working alone to pay off her debts, didn't you ever think about this day?"
"A nineteen-year-old girl, it's really something."
Zhou Yanchuan threw down those two sentences and turned to go back to his room.
Before leaving the country, he borrowed money from a friend and left a card for her at the apartment. The amount of money on the card when he left it remained the same when he returned.
How was the three million repaid?
He sang until he couldn't make a sound, and he squatted by the roadside and cried alone on a winter night.
Zhou Yanchuan felt a soreness in his throat.
During his first year away from the country, he would return almost every month. Every time he saw that slender figure walking alone in the night, his heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.
His mind automatically replayed Zhou Qiyong's words: "Let's find a suitable day to set the wedding date."
A mocking yet incredibly bitter smile curled at the corners of his lips. If it weren't for them, perhaps he would have already married her.
There's no need to use Xiao Huang to trick her into living at home like this.
He didn't hate her for breaking up with her back then, but he knew she would hate her for him.
What would she do if he treated her the same way as before? Every time she felt guilty and cried, she would ask him: Zhou Yanchuan, why are you so good to me?
He couldn't soothe her guilt towards him all at once, so he could only weave his feelings into their everyday interactions, letting her know little by little that he couldn't let go, not because he hated her, but because he loved her.
*
In the darkness, Zhou Yanchuan's phone vibrated.
He looked down at the screen, and when he saw the information on the screen, his eyes softened.
Little 9: "It's late, go to sleep early."
*
Wen Jiu was off work on Saturday. In the afternoon, she received a message from her teacher's wife inviting her to come to her house for dinner that evening.
Wen Jiu replied "okay," looked at the case materials for a while, then changed her clothes and went to the mall.
She bought a scarf for her teacher's wife and chose a tie for her teacher.
The elderly couple only had one son, who had settled abroad years ago, so it was just the two of them at home most of the time.
Wen Jiu would occasionally go over to chat with his teacher's wife. Over the years, some of the heartwarming moments came from them.
In the old residential area, there was no elevator in the building. Wen Jiu went up the stairs and smelled the aroma of food wafting from the hallway when she reached the third floor.
Her expression softened as she stepped onto the last step.
The door was open, and she walked straight in carrying the gifts.
"Master, Mistress."
"Hey," Qin Aihua leaned out of the kitchen as soon as she heard the sound, "Xiao Jiu, sit down first. Your master went to buy soy sauce. This dish will be ready soon."
Wen Jiu replied "Okay." As soon as she put the gift on the table, she took off her coat and went into the kitchen.
Before she could even roll up her sleeves to help, the woman pushed her away, saying, "Don't cause trouble for your master's wife."
“How could it be causing trouble?” Wen Jiu was about to retort when she saw a man appear at the door.
He was around 27 or 28 years old, very tall, with a handsome and masculine appearance, wearing a black overcoat over a suit.
She stopped walking forward, turned around to look at the person behind her, and said softly, "Master's wife, it seems that we have guests."
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