Chapter 158 has already injured him so badly; we have to catch up slowly.
In the bedroom, Wen Jiu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhou Yanchuan who had just come out after taking a shower, feeling a little lost.
From the undercurrents that had been brewing during their previous meetings to the sudden truce now.
She was still somewhat unfamiliar with him.
Zhou Yanchuan looked up at the person looking up at him under the lamplight and walked towards her.
In five years, they have all changed so much.
When he went abroad, he thought he would be back soon, but he ended up staying there for five years.
In the past five years, I have heard about her and He Shixu for the first two years. Several times he wanted to come back from abroad.
But every time I bought the plane tickets, I felt she wouldn't know how.
And even if something happened between them, it would be nice to have someone by her side. That's how he managed to convince himself.
On the day Wen Jiu graduated, Zhou Yanchuan's company was about to go public, and he was receiving countless phone calls every day. Even so, he still bought a plane ticket back to China.
He didn't tell anyone he was coming back. He just bought a bouquet of flowers, randomly asked a classmate on the street to give it to the most aloof and beautiful girl in the crowd.
He watched her accept it, a smile playing on his lips: "Xiao Jiu, happy graduation."
Later, I heard from Chen Yu that after graduation, she went directly to the procuratorate, took the postgraduate entrance exam while working, and was promoted ahead of schedule because she was too outstanding.
In short, it's incredibly powerful.
She has many suitors, one sending flowers and another asking her out to dinner. But just like when she was a student, now that she's working, she's completely focused on her job.
He kept pushing his return to China forward, and thankfully, he made it back in the fifth year after they parted, almost the sixth.
What follows is a series of events after their reunion.
He desperately wanted her to notice him, even if it meant hurting her. After doing so, he felt even more pain in his heart. Later, he went to great lengths to bring her home, and from then on, her greatest anticipation each day was coming home to see her, even if it meant she could retort to him.
He thought this kind of life would continue for a long time, but he never expected that his grandmother would suddenly have an accident.
*
"what's on your mind?"
Wen Jiu looked up at the person who was staring at her but remained silent for a long time.
Zhou Yanchuan snapped out of his reverie and looked down at the face that was almost identical to that of his university days.
"I'm starting to regret it."
"Regret what?"
He didn't answer, but simply raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp and leaned down to kiss her lips.
He didn't even know what he regretted.
Perhaps he regretted not confessing his feelings to her on the day he returned to China.
Or perhaps he refused to marry her.
Wen Jiu was kissed by him while he held her on his lap.
In this room, in this position, it was as if they had never been apart.
But in reality, the separation of these five years was real, and when she was in front of him, Wen Jiu's body became stiff and tense.
I can no longer utter those sweet, coquettish words that used to come out so easily.
Even though she longed for him, her eyelashes trembled at this moment, and even her kiss became somewhat awkward.
Zhou Yanchuan probably realized what was going on, so he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Afterwards, he went to the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of water inside, Wen Jiu's face felt hot.
She got out of bed.
"Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
"Actually, I..."
He refused decisively, but whether it was due to lust or something else, his tone was inexplicably gentle, "Go to sleep, I'll be there in a bit."
Wen Jiu lay back down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her head.
As she scalded her face with her hand, she heard the bathroom door open. Then the bed next to her sank in, and Zhou Yanchuan reached out and pulled her into his arms once again.
A refreshing fragrance wafted towards her, followed by cool, soft lips landing on her neck.
The air was filled with the lingering sweetness of the previous night, and the added tenderness that came with the quiet of the night.
Have you ever thought about coming to see me all these years?
"have."
"Then why didn't you go?"
"I went."
Zhou Yanchuan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he had suddenly thought of something.
One time, after a late-night social engagement, he bumped into a girl who looked a lot like Wen Jiu when he returned to his hotel.
He stumbled after him, but missed him when he got on the elevator. By the time he ran downstairs, that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.
That night, he stood there laughing at himself for having hallucinations from missing someone. On his way back, the hotel receptionist stopped him and handed him a box of warm milk and some hangover medicine.
He initially thought it was from the hotel, but now he realizes it was from her.
Zhou Yanchuan's throat tightened: "Did you leave the milk and medicine?"
Wen Jiu remained silent.
He said to her from behind, "Aren't you stupid?"
Her nose suddenly felt a little sore: "I'm not stupid."
He drank a lot of alcohol during that period, and had a stomach hemorrhage that required him to be admitted to the emergency room. There was no one to sign the consent form for him.
Zhou Yanchuan felt a pang of heartache. Her personality was too reserved and introverted; she always did more than she said, and she didn't care even if no one knew.
“Foolish,” he said to her again.
Wen Jiu's nose stung with tears, and she couldn't quite explain why; she felt a mix of sadness and happiness.
This was the first time in so long since their reunion that she felt he resembled him.
She turned her back to him and secretly shed tears.
They talked for a long time that night, from their separation to the five years in between, and then to everything up to now.
Before losing consciousness, Wen Jiu asked Zhou Yanchuan a question.
She asked him what was going on with the ring.
She fell asleep right after I asked her the question.
I didn't hear the person behind me get up, nor did I hear what he said. I only found an exquisite box on my bedside table when I woke up the next morning.
By then, Zhou Yanchuan had already left on the earliest flight.
Before leaving, Wen Jiu was half asleep. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, tucking her in and saying, "I'm going back to Qingyang to see Grandma. You can sleep a little longer."
Wen Jiu remembered that she seemed to say something like, "Drive carefully."
She sat up in bed and reached for the box on the bedside table.
The moment it was opened, his expression froze.
The ring that the media devoted half a page to reporting on appeared in her palm without warning on an otherwise ordinary day.
She no longer needed to ask Zhou Yanchuan to confirm who the ring was for, because there was a number 9 on the inside of the ring.
*
Qingyang was a bright and sunny day.
When Zhou Yanchuan returned, his grandmother was lying in a rocking chair in the yard, basking in the sun. As soon as she saw him, she tried to get up.
He strode over, helped her sit down, and covered her with a blanket.
The once elegant and beautiful lady is now only old and tired. She looks at him with gentle eyes and says, "I heard from your grandfather that you went to find Xiao Jiu."
"Um."
"Have you explained it to her clearly?"
Zhou Yanchuan nodded, picked up a roasted orange from the table next to him, and carefully began to peel it.
The person next to him kept repeating, "As long as it's explained clearly, that's fine."
He picked up a petal and fed it to the old man's mouth: "I heard from Aunt Zhang that you haven't been taking your medicine properly again, is that right?"
"My body is already at its last gasp, why would I eat those things?"
Zhou Yanchuan didn't reply immediately, but after a while, he said, "Didn't you want to see me get married? You've already hurt her so badly, you have to take it slow."
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