Why didn't you send me a message in Chapter 159?
The old woman's tired eyes lit up when she heard what the person next to her said. Just then, Aunt Zhang came over to deliver medicine. Zhou Yanchuan took it from her, stirred it gently with a spoon, and fed it to her.
The old man obediently opened his mouth and drank it.
People always have to regret things before they suddenly realize something.
Zhou Yanchuan stayed in Qingyang for another week. Seeing that the old man's complexion had improved compared to the beginning, he had no choice but to return to Beicheng.
Before boarding the plane, Zhou Yanchuan glanced at his phone. It had been a week, and apart from the message that someone sent him on the day he left: "Have you arrived yet?", that person hadn't sent him a single message.
With that kind of personality, what else can I do but pursue her slowly?
In their spare time, people at the procuratorate would gossip, and recently many people in Wen Jiu's department had been talking about Zhou Yanchuan.
They were discussing what kind of woman a man like him would marry.
Overnight, all the young ladies and heiresses in Beicheng were searching for the owner of that ring, and Qin You even landed several more endorsements because of it.
Li Yue was so angry that she stormed back from abroad. When she couldn't find Wen Jiu at the old apartment, she abruptly stopped: "Sweetie, where are you?"
"I'm at work."
"No, I mean, why is your apartment empty?"
Feeling a little guilty for no apparent reason when asked, Wen Jiu said softly, "I moved out."
"They moved? Where did they move to?"
Wen Jiu sent her a location, and the person on the other end of the phone asked in confusion, "Did you send the wrong location?"
"Did I send it to the wrong person?" She clicked on it and glanced at it. "No, it's right there."
Li Yue suddenly fell silent, pausing for about two seconds before asking, "Honey, did you win the lottery?"
"without."
"Why did you suddenly move there? I've worked for so long and I could only afford to buy a toilet there."
*
Inside the Royal View Villa, Wen Jiu felt embarrassed by the girl staring at her from the sofa and pleaded softly, "Don't look at me, Yueyue."
"Wen Jiu, you're something else! You moved in with someone without even telling me."
"I was thinking that I was going to move anyway, so I didn't tell you."
What do you mean by "since we're moving anyway"?
“Xiao Huang was sick, and he wouldn’t let me take care of him, so he took him over. I just brought him over to keep Xiao Huang company.”
You actually believe that?
Wen Jiu shook her head. She didn't believe it, but given Zhou Yanchuan's attitude at the time, it would be a stretch to think he was interested in her.
That's why she was willing to move in; she missed him terribly, but was afraid of hurting him again. Seeing that he no longer had the same feelings for her as before, she felt reassured and moved in, even if it was just to see him.
"And now?"
"Now," Wen Jiu couldn't quite put her finger on it. It felt like that night in the apartment was a dream. She had wanted to message him these past few days, but she felt like they weren't that close yet.
He said he doesn't care about the past anymore, and he just wants to live well now.
Li Yue's expression froze, her lips moved but no sound came out, and after a long while she asked, "Did Zhou Yanchuan really say that?"
"Um."
Under the crystal chandelier, tears welled up in Li Yue's bright eyes, the corners of her eyes were red, and her voice trembled with sobs: "I even cursed him back then, I should have said less."
Wen Jiu's expression softened: "It's alright, he doesn't know either."
Upon hearing this, Li Yue burst out laughing. Her eyes were smiling, but when she looked at the delicate and aloof face in front of her, her eyes were filled with heartache.
The past few years have been so tough, so tough that she felt heartbroken no matter what the outcome was.
“However,” Li Yue said, her expression becoming more serious as she remembered something, “don’t you think Zhou Yanchuan has changed quite a bit?”
"Um."
"Is his/her attitude towards you still the same as before?"
Wen Jiu nodded and then shook her head; she couldn't explain it either.
She felt that Zhou Yanchuan treated her the same way, yet somehow it was different.
After all, they had been separated for five years.
Their personalities have changed to some extent.
She felt both familiar and unfamiliar with Zhou Yanchuan now; she wanted to get closer but was also somewhat afraid.
The only thing she was sure of was that she still liked him, but it was like she was back in high school; she felt a little embarrassed and nervous when she saw him.
Seeing that the person wasn't speaking, Li Yue gently nudged her with her arm: "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Jiu snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to see the girl's meaningful eyes.
Her face flushed: "I wasn't thinking about anything."
"Not thinking about anything?"
"Um."
"Why is her face so red?"
Wen Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent.
Li Yue smiled and teased her for a while longer.
Then, leaning back on the sofa, she observed the house in front of her and couldn't help but exclaim, "Zhou Yanchuan is really rich."
"No wonder the young ladies and heiresses in Beicheng couldn't sit still when his engagement was announced. Anyone who reaches his position is either a second-generation rich kid with a spoiled attitude, or a first-generation rich kid who is too old. He's good-looking, not only young, but also with an impeccable face."
"You have a pretty high opinion of him."
"That's the truth."
Wen Jiu smiled.
Yes, that's the truth.
Otherwise, why would she have kept it in mind for so many years? She felt she needed to go to the temple to fulfill her vow sometime.
The two people on the sofa were talking softly, unaware that the man by the door had been standing there for quite some time.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't let Aunt Lin and the others make a sound. He just stood by the door, tilting his head to look at that slender figure.
In the end, Wen Jiu looked up and saw him.
Li Yue had drunk two or three glasses of wine and was already drunk. Without waiting for her answer, she blurted out whatever came to mind: "Honey, have you two done *that* yet?"
Which one?
"From what I've seen online, if two people seem distant—"
Wen Jiu stared at the girl's lips, and from the shape of her mouth that was not open, she vaguely understood something. Before she could blush, she saw the person standing not far away.
She was startled and hurriedly tried to cover her mouth.
But it was still too late.
"A good night's sleep will do the trick."
Wen Jiu wanted to find a hole to bury herself in, especially when she met that mocking gaze from the doorway.
She got up and reached out to help the already drunk man: "You're drunk, I'll take you home."
"Why go home? I'm not leaving tonight. Zhou Yanchuan isn't here anyway. I'll sleep with you."
"No, I'll take you back."
"Oh no!" Li Yue tried to shake off her hand, and Wen Jiu almost tripped over the table leg and fell, but was caught by someone who came over.
Her face flushed slightly: "Thank you."
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her. "Should I say something impolite?"
"..."
He teased her, then said to Aunt Lin and the others, "Take Miss Li to the guest room on the second floor."
Wen Jiu's eyes widened slightly: "Didn't you say there was only one bedroom?"
As soon as she said it, she realized what she meant, "You lied to me!"
Zhou Yanchuan neither agreed nor disagreed.
"..."
After Li Yue was led upstairs, the living room fell silent. Zhou Yanchuan looked at the silent woman with her head down and asked, "Are you angry?"
"without."
He explained, "If I didn't do that, do you believe we still wouldn't be able to hold hands in two years?"
"..."
Wen Jiu couldn't argue with him, so she looked up and saw that his eyes were a little red and that he smelled faintly of alcohol when he got close: "You've been drinking?"
"Um."
"Don't you get dizzy easily when you drink? Why are you still drinking?"
“Just a little, it’s fine,” Zhou Yanchuan said, pulling her to sit on the sofa.
Caught off guard, Wen Jiu tried to turn around to look at him, but as soon as she turned, someone grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her.
The smell of alcohol on him slowly wafted into her mouth, their tongues touching, their lips and teeth intertwined.
He kissed her quietly for a while, then stepped back: "Why didn't you text me?"
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