Chapter 194 Everything else is negotiable, but don't even think about room allocation.
With the New Year approaching, Wen Jiu and the others have been decorating the courtyard these past few days. Yesterday, they made some ornaments and colorful balls together, and they plan to hang them all up today.
Lin Meng also plans to build another swing so that she and her deskmate can sunbathe and chat on the swing on sunny days.
After breakfast, around eight or nine o'clock when the sun wasn't so strong, a group of people started getting busy.
Wen Jiu wanted to hang some plaques on the plum tree in the yard, but as soon as she stood on the very low stone bench, she heard Aunt Lin shout, "Oh my madam, what are you doing? Please get down!"
The woman wrung her hands anxiously, wanting to help but not daring to touch, and made a show of protecting him in the air, saying, "I'll hang this sign, you just stand aside and direct!"
Wen Jiu thought it was too exaggerated. It had only been a little over two months. What would happen in July and August?
Just as she was about to tiptoe to move the fortune plaque higher, a steady hand suddenly appeared behind her waist, gently supporting her abdomen.
Her body suddenly stiffened.
Aunt Lin, as if seeing a savior, said, "Sir, please let Madam come down quickly."
Wen Jiu met his gaze. Zhou Yanchuan didn't tell her to get down, but simply held her firmly with his hand: "Where do you want to hang it? I'll help you."
Wen Jiu ignored him and turned to hang it up herself.
Zhou Yanchuan smiled slightly, but said nothing more, simply standing protectively to her side.
Afterwards, when Lin Meng recalled that day, she told Wen Jiu, "You know, when you two stood there, the love between you two was overflowing."
That day, Lin Meng had just returned from outside after setting up a few wooden sticks for the swing when she saw the two people standing under the plum tree.
Beneath the snow-white blooming plum trees, a girl wore a long, moon-white cheongsam, adorned with white fox fur around her neck and cuffs. As she raised her hand, the fur trembled slightly in the wind, soft and beautiful.
The man standing beside him, wearing a black sweater, was tall and elegant, with deep, handsome features that reflected her.
"What does the sign say?" Zhou Yanchuan asked from the side.
Wen Jiu: "See for yourself."
"May everything go smoothly?"
"well!"
"Written for me?"
"Dream on."
Zhou Yanchuan's lips curved into a deeper smile; he could even see the "Zhou" in his name.
He didn't expose her, but used the opportunity to get closer to her.
Later, when he saw the white petals that had fallen on the back of her neck, he raised a hand and pinched them off for her.
Wen Jiu felt as if a feather had gently tickled the back of her neck, with a slightly cool temperature.
Her shoulders trembled slightly. The grievances she had just suppressed surged up again without warning, her nose stung, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
She bit her lip and remained silent, but her mind was in turmoil.
Do I have to do it again? I need to be considerate and gentle in coaxing her, and then subtly circumvent those unresolved conflicts.
"Let go of me."
She raised her hand to push him, but tried to be as careful as possible, afraid that something might happen to the baby.
After seeing him, she didn't mention a single word of questioning or complaint. She just waited quietly for him to tell her the things he hadn't explained.
But he still didn't say anything.
Do we really have to wait for her to press us for answers before we give her a vague answer?
Zhou Yanchuan was slightly taken aback by the girl's sudden change in mood, but he still picked her up from the stool first.
Then I saw her hand tightly gripping the wooden sign, and I reached out to pull it from her hand to avoid getting scratched by the splinters.
After doing all this, she asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Seeing him like this, Wen Jiu couldn't bear to say anything harsh to him. She simply pushed him away and refused to talk to him anymore.
Lu Nian, who was standing to the side, felt a little uneasy. He had returned to Beicheng to deal with his wife and mother's affairs, but he got into a car accident on the way.
I woke up in the ward around 11 p.m. last night and rushed over here early this morning.
"Madam, the boss—"
Zhou Yanchuan swept his gaze coldly over, his eyes sharp, all traces of his previous gentleness gone.
Lu Nian stopped speaking.
Wen Jiu naturally understood the deeper meaning in his words and asked in return, "What's wrong with him?"
After being looked at like that by the man, Lu Nian didn't dare to tell the truth anymore. Her mind raced, and she whispered, "He knows he was wrong, so please don't be angry with him."
"I'm not angry with him."
"How could that be? You don't even give him a second glance now."
As soon as the man said this, the lips of the people next to him twitched, but they all held back their movements because Zhou Yanchuan was right there.
They didn't dare laugh. Zhou Yanchuan curled the corners of his lips, feeling helpless and heartbroken.
He desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and explain things to her.
But before he could deal with the situation, a sudden car accident occurred. When he woke up, fearing she might think of something else, he rushed here and is now waiting for Xu Qian's call.
"Is there anything else you'd like to hang? I'll hang it for you."
“That whole basket was full of them.”
"All of them?"
"Um."
"good."
Lin Meng watched as the man, who was indeed carrying a basket, started hanging ornaments on the tree. She walked over to the girl and said, "From now on, whenever guests come to the courtyard, I'll tell them, 'Do you know who hung these decorations? The dignified CEO of Nine Domains!'"
Wen Jiu was amused by her arrogant and exaggerated tone, but her gaze never left that figure.
Lin Meng noticed and whispered, "Don't you feel bad for him, torturing him like this?"
That basket contained at least several hundred ornaments, which they planned to hang up gradually over the next few days.
Wen Jiu didn't speak.
Lu Nian, however, grew anxious.
My wounds haven't healed yet, and this pulling will definitely reopen the stitches.
He walked over and said, "Boss, let me do it."
"Need not."
Zhou Yanchuan's lips were a little pale, but he still raised his hand again and again.
Lu Nian asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you tell your wife about the car accident?"
The man didn't answer him immediately. After a few seconds, he muttered to himself, "She's already feeling wronged. If I tell her about the car accident, I don't know how heartbroken she'll be."
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Wen Jiu was angry, but seeing Zhou Yanchuan raise his hand again and again, she couldn't bear it and finally spoke up:
"That's fine."
"There's not much left."
"what ever."
Zhou Yanchuan watched the person who had left after uttering such a sentence, and gently curved his lips into a smile.
Xu Qian called after dinner. After listening to him, Zhou Yanchuan looked up at the girl on the sofa.
"Okay, I understand."
He hung up the phone and walked towards the person.
"Shall we go back to the room?"
"If you're sleepy, go back to your room."
Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean?"
"It means I'm not sharing a room with you."
Wen Jiu dared to say these words, but Lin Meng didn't dare to listen, and didn't dare to lift her head at all throughout the whole process.
Zhou Yanchuan wasn't as angry as I'd imagined. He simply asked slowly, "What do you think I came here for? Just to sleep in a separate room from you?"
"Whatever, I'm not sleeping with you anyway."
"Everything else can be discussed, but this—"
He paused briefly, then said, "Don't even think about it."
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