Chapter 173 If you don't want to get married, then we won't get married.
Wen Jiu felt a pang of heartache at those words; she realized Zhou Yanchuan was angry.
She reached out to take his hand.
Zhou Yanchuan wanted to pull away, but couldn't bear to, so he didn't move and let her take his hand, whispering, "So, it's going to be the same as before?"
Wen Jiu's eyes stung from his question.
She didn't want things to be the same as before; she just never imagined they could go that far.
She, who only dared to write in her notebook when she was young, never thought about getting married.
A silence fell between them. After what seemed like an eternity, Wen Jiu said softly, "I just hadn't thought about those things."
Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Why didn't you think about those things?"
Wen Jiu was naturally unwilling to openly discuss her feelings of inferiority, just then her cell phone, which was on the table, rang.
She also took the opportunity to get up and walk to the window regarding the case.
After finishing her conversation with Sun Jin, Wen Jiu turned around, looked at the empty sofa, lowered her eyelashes, and walked towards the bedroom.
As expected, Zhou Yanchuan wasn't in the bedroom. She finished her work and lay down on the bed, but he still hadn't returned.
Zhou Yanchuan received a call from overseas. After finishing his business, he stood up from his chair and tiptoed back to the bedroom, where the person on the bed was already asleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then left.
Standing in the living room, I dialed a number.
Tan Jingyi's voice rang out, and Zhou Yanchuan explained his purpose.
The person on the other end carefully spoke: "Regarding the situation you described, she probably doesn't really not want to get married, but rather she's afraid."
His gaze paused slightly: "Scared?"
Tan Jingyi analyzed, "Perhaps it's because he has too many concerns, or perhaps he lacks confidence in the relationship or in himself."
Hearing this, Zhou Yanchuan stopped talking and remained silent for a while before asking, "In that case, is there any way to solve this?"
"There is no other way but to take it slowly and gradually eliminate her worries and concerns in our daily interactions."
Zhou Yanchuan sat down on the sofa, said "I understand," and was about to hang up the phone.
Tan Jingyi called out to him, "Who has this situation?"
"My girlfriend."
Zhou Yanchuan hung up as soon as he finished speaking.
Tan Jingyi was still on the phone, and it took him a while to recover before he realized the shock. His girlfriend?
Is there anyone who doesn't want to marry him?
Looking around, countless women in the northern city are eyeing him, and there are probably countless women who want to marry him. But is there one he wants to marry now?
Tan Jingyi couldn't help but start thinking about what Beicheng would be like when that day came.
*
That night, Wen Jiu slept restlessly, but in her drowsy state, she felt someone catching her grievances.
The next morning, looking at the empty space beside her, Wen Jiu raised her hand and touched the blanket there. It was still slightly warm, probably because the person who had been there had just left.
While she was still in a daze, she heard the sound of a door being pushed open.
Zhou Yanchuan came out of the bathroom, seemingly having just taken a shower. He was only wearing a towel around his waist, his hair was still slightly damp, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a thin layer of moisture.
Meeting her gaze, he suddenly turned back.
Wen Jiu looked confused. A few seconds later, he came out with a hairdryer, still only wearing a bath towel.
Since that night, their relationship has indeed become closer than before, but looking at him in such bright light, she still feels a little lost.
What's more, they had just had a disagreement last night.
She was a little overwhelmed.
It wasn't until Zhou Yanchuan came over and handed her the hair dryer that she understood.
She was stunned.
He said, "Help me blow-dry my hair."
"Shall I blow-dry your hair?" Wen Jiu repeated.
"Um."
Wen Jiu slowly took the hair dryer and watched Zhou Yanchuan sitting on the low stool, his black hair dripping water, sliding down his neck to his waist and back, and then disappearing into the bath towel.
Her face was slightly flushed. After turning the hairdryer to a low heat setting, she raised her other hand, her fingertips running through his damp hair, and gently rubbed it for him.
He rested his shoulder against her forearm, occasionally tilting his head to avoid the wind blowing into his ear, his stray hairs lightly brushing against her fingertips, making her feel a little itchy.
She pinched her fingertips and continued to blow on it for him.
After drying for about two or three minutes, Wen Jiu touched her hair, which was about 80% dry, and turned off the hairdryer.
"Is it done?" Zhou Yanchuan asked.
"Um."
He turned around.
Their eyes met suddenly, and Wen Jiu's face flushed. She said, "Go put your clothes on."
"Take it off, I'm not wearing it anymore."
Why do I need to take my clothes off?
Wen Jiu was completely confused and asked in bewilderment, "Aren't you going to work?"
"I'm not going."
*
Wen Jiu, panting, looked at the person in front of her: "Zhou Yanchuan... I still need to look at some documents later..."
He grunted in agreement, then picked up a condom from the bedside table and tore it open.
"Let's go to Qishan in a while."
Wen Jiu weakly wrapped her arms around his neck: "Why do you suddenly want to go there?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to go see it again?"
Her eyes flickered slightly: "Aren't you busy anymore?"
"Um."
Wen Jiu wanted to say something more, but his action of pulling her leg made her cry out. Her arms, which were wrapped around his neck, fell limply to her sides, and she pushed him away, saying, "No more."
He held her close and said, "Don't move, just stay a little longer."
*
Just as Wen Jiu was drifting off to sleep again, a voice rang in her ears: "I thought about it last night."
"What?" Even though she was sleepy, she still answered him instinctively.
Zhou Yanchuan hugged her and rested his head on her shoulder: "If you don't want to get married, then we won't. We can date for a lifetime."
As long as the person is by your side, that's enough.
Wen Jiu didn't realize what she had heard at first, but when she came to her senses, her nose suddenly stung with tears.
"And—" Zhou Yanchuan whispered in her ear, "If you don't want children, then the two of us can live a good life together."
Tears streamed down her face.
He reached out to wipe her hands: "I won't ask you anymore, but if you have any thoughts, you have to tell me, okay?"
*
From that day on, Wen Jiu never heard the two elders mention marriage to her again.
When he called again, it was all about everyday life. He'd chatter on and off, but his words were filled with longing. After all, Zhou Yanchuan hadn't been home much in the past few years.
Seeing the change in their attitudes, Wen Jiu knew that Zhou Yanchuan must have said something to them.
She wasn't quite sure what they talked about until she overheard his conversation with his grandmother on New Year's Eve.
On the 28th, as soon as Wen Jiu finished work, Zhou Yanchuan picked her up in Chen Yu's little pink car.
Before leaving, Lin Fan said goodbye to her, "Sister Jiu Jiu wishes you a Happy New Year in advance."
Wen Jiu smiled gently: "You too, Happy New Year."
After saying goodbye to the girl, she looked up and saw the pink car parked by the roadside. Her eyes softened, and she said "goodbye" again before walking down the steps.
As soon as she stepped into the snow, she pulled her coat tighter and ran towards the car.
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