Chapter 130 Baby, I Miss You
Su Ruan's heart suddenly tightened, a bitter feeling rising within her.
How could I not remember?
During her sophomore year, she heard that this picture book was about to go out of print, with only 300 sets available worldwide.
She exhausted all her connections overseas, but to no avail.
In the end, he could only plead with Yan Yunye with tears in his eyes, thinking that as long as he asked Yan Tingnan for help.
Yan Tingnan will help him handle this small matter.
At that time, he was completely focused on Wen Wanwan, and upon hearing this, he merely flicked his cigarette ash indifferently.
"A tattered picture book is worth getting so worked up about?"
"Wait, I'll ask around for you when I have time."
She waited and waited.
Wait until the album is completely out of print, until the last set is sold at auction.
He never got the answer.
That humble hope, like the snow that winter, silently melted into the mud.
Now, the dream she once longed for but could never have lies in his hands.
Bearing the auction house's wax seal, it was so new it seemed to mock her cheap sentiments from back then.
Su Ruan slowly shifted her gaze from the box to his face.
What he once longed for but could not obtain, he now offers up personally.
But it was like a silent slap in the face of my past, humble self.
She suddenly found it ridiculous.
"It's kind of you that Young Master Yan still remembers."
Su Ruan reached out her hand, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the box.
Then, it was gently pushed back.
"No need."
"Things I couldn't get in college, I get now, but they're not meaningful."
"Just like people, once the opportunity has passed, even if you present them to me again, they will only feel superfluous."
Her voice was calm, devoid of emotion, yet it was like a fine needle, causing Yan Yunye's heart to clench sharply.
"Ruanruan, do you hate me that much now?"
Su Ruan turned around, her clear gaze landing on his face.
"I don't dislike it."
"I just don't feel anything."
Six words, like icicles, pierced Yan Yunye, leaving him bloodless.
He clenched his fists, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Even just as ordinary friends?
Su Ruan's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
"Ordinary friends wouldn't send warmth to someone's studio every day."
The thoughtfulness I once longed for but could never obtain has now come rushing in, yet it only feels ironic.
Yan Yunye's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes became bloodshot.
"I know it's ridiculous to say this now."
"But I must tell you, it wasn't my intention to treat you that way before."
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow, waiting for what would happen next.
"Those four years felt like an invisible force was pulling me, forcing me to go in the most foolish direction."
"I could clearly see the light in your eyes go out, and my heart ached, but you were still spouting nonsense."
Yan Yunye's voice was choked, as if he were being crushed under a boulder.
"On the day I graduated from high school, you confessed your feelings to me."
"Actually, my heart was beating incredibly fast that day."
Su Ruan paused slightly as she looked away.
"I'm saying yes not because I think you're being clingy."
"I like you."
"From the first moment I saw you at the cafeteria entrance, you were holding your easel, wearing a white dress, looking so soft and fluffy, and I couldn't take my eyes off you."
"Then Wen Wanwan appeared, and it seemed like everything changed."
"I'm used to you being good to me, used to you only having eyes for me, so used to that I've forgotten that you also feel pain."
"I find your temper annoying."
He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"I'm like I'm possessed, forcing myself to gravitate towards Wen Wanwan, forcing myself to ignore you, to hurt you!"
He raised his hand to his temple, his brow furrowed.
"Lately, I keep having images that never happened flashing through my mind..."
“I saw you kneeling in a dilapidated and filthy alley, begging me. You were tortured beyond recognition, but I turned around and walked away with Wen Wanwan in my arms.”
"And you were lying in the hospital, so thin you were just skin and bones. I went to see you and said, 'Serves you right.'"
He suddenly looked up, his eyes red-rimmed.
“I didn’t experience those scenes myself, but they were terrifyingly real…”
"Ruanruan, am I going crazy?"
Su Ruan's heart suddenly tightened.
The plot backfired.
A precursor to awakening.
It turns out she wasn't the only awakened one.
Even Yan Yunye, the most loyal simp in the storyline, has started to break free from control.
Could it be the power of the plot at work, trying to correct the deviation from the right track?
She remained silent for a few seconds.
"He's not crazy."
"It's just that I finally see it clearly."
"Yan Yunye, it's all over between us long ago."
"It ended before those images came true."
After saying that, Su Ruan stopped looking at him, turned around, and left.
Yan Yunye stood frozen in place, watching her back, his heart clenching as if being squeezed, a suffocating pain shooting through him.
But he just couldn't let go.
...
Su Ruan didn't return to her apartment until late at night.
Before the shower steam had dissipated, she sank into the mattress and fell asleep instantly.
I woke up inexplicably at three in the morning and reached for my phone.
The screen's cold light was blinding, and an unread message popped up at the top.
[Beast: 02:17]
Click on it, and there's a picture.
It was a corner of the CEO's office, with the dazzling night view of Beijing outside the window, a scene that felt lonely and cold.
The caption is concise.
Still busy.
Su Ruan stared at the picture, a smile curving her lips.
They even know to report it.
She buried her face in the pillow.
[Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan.]
The next second, his phone vibrated, and he dialed directly.
Did I wake you up?
His voice was hoarse from staying up all night for several days in a row, making it sound particularly irritating.
"Hmm, you're not done yet?"
"Soon."
He paused, seemingly rubbing his temples.
"Just finished some things, having a smoke and listening to your voice."
Su Ruan felt as if her heart had been scratched.
"Can my voice refresh and invigorate the mind?"
"More effective than caffeine."
He chuckled softly, his breath coming through the receiver.
"Especially when I'm panting."
Su Ruan's ears burned, and she spat at him.
"At three in the morning, Mr. Yan should focus on his work."
"The bricks are cold, not as soft as you. I want to hug you."
To outsiders, Yan Foye is cold and ruthless, but in private he is as clingy as a large dog.
"President Yan is disturbing the peace late at night just to say this?"
The soft click of a lighter opening and closing came from the other end of the phone. He took a drag of his cigarette, his voice husky and seductive, mingled with the thin smoke.
"more than."
"I also wanted to ask you, with half the bed empty, can you sleep?"
Su Ruan was stubborn.
"I slept very well, my back and legs didn't ache, and I felt refreshed."
Yan Tingnan chuckled softly, her breath brushing against the microphone.
"Is that so?"
"But my half of the bed is too cold to lie down on."
He paused, his voice lowering.
"Just bear with it for a few more days, it'll soften."
Su Ruan clutched the bed sheet and chuckled.
"Who tolerated it?"
"I'll endure it."
He answered very quickly, as if he had been waiting for this question.
"I'm going crazy from holding it in."
"Smoking doesn't work, and drinking doesn't work either."
"What do you suggest we do?"
Su Ruan's heart clenched suddenly, as if gripped by his hand, and her breath caught in her throat.
She bit her lip, deliberately speaking in a cold voice.
"Bear with it."
"Or should Mr. Yan find someone else?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then came the faint sound of him stubbing out his cigarette, followed by a very low chuckle.
"Find someone else?"
He paused, his tone softening, but it only made things more agonizing.
"Ruanruan, if you say something like that again, I'll have to come to your house tonight and personally shut you up."
Su Ruan felt a chill run down her spine and stiffened her neck.
"Fine, I'll say it then..."
He interrupted her, his voice low.
"I only recognize you here."
Su Ruan's ears suddenly burned.
Just imagining that scene makes my legs go weak.
This man is always like this, using the coldest tone to say the most passionate love words.
"rogue."
His voice sounded a little tired.
"I'm not talking anymore, you should go to sleep."
"If I keep listening, I'm afraid I really won't be able to hold back."
Hearing the weariness in his voice, Su Ruan's lingering resentment suddenly dissipated.
"You should get some rest too."
"Um."
He responded, but didn't hang up.
Only the soft breathing of the two people could be heard on the phone, lingering in the quiet of the early morning.
After a few seconds, he suddenly called her name in a very low voice.
"Baby."
"Um?"
"miss you."
After saying that, the call was disconnected.
The busy signal sounded, and Su Ruan gripped her hot phone.
My drowsiness was completely dispelled, and the little beast inside me was stirred up by his words.
She stared at the ceiling for three seconds, then threw back the covers and got out of bed.
Ten minutes later, Su Ruan's car drove out of the apartment's underground parking garage.
She didn't tell him she was coming.
A surprise attack is more in line with her persona.
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