Chapter 34 Violet "I really want to stay by your side..."
As soon as they stepped outside, Wen Siyu tried to take Ji Jiazhen's hand again, but she dodged him and pointed at him, saying, "You can talk, but don't touch me."
He lowered his head, walked silently to her, opened the door, and then stood aside to let her go in first.
Ji Jiazhen walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. She swept all her hair to one side, leaned back, and looked at Wen Siyu with a scrutinizing gaze.
Wen Siyu approached and squatted down beside her legs, a position that made him shorter than Ji Jiazhen, forcing him to look up at her completely.
"You don't have to answer Xu Xiyan's question; you don't have to drink the penalty shot."
"Whether I answer or not is not a reason for you to force me to drink. Can't you tell that I have something to discuss with Xu Xiyan, or have I been too accommodating and made you think you can overpower me?"
"I can tell. I don't want you to get involved with him, so I got you drunk. You don't like me anymore. When you're sober, you won't even look at me. You'll only be willing to come with me when you're drunk."
As it turned out, she didn't drink too much, but he did, and then he chased after her again.
Ji Jiazhen kicked his knee, "You're the first person who dared to force me to drink after I became famous."
The heels were thin and hard, and kicking her knees caused about 60% pain. Wen Siyu silently endured it. Although he was drunk, he still remembered things. He remembered that she didn't like wearing these high heels because they would hurt her feet and make her legs ache. So he reached out and took off her shoes, and sure enough, he saw that her heels were rubbed red.
Ji Jiazhen was indeed quite tormented by these shoes. She took her legs off, placed her bare foot on his knee, and lifted the other foot into his hand.
After taking off both of her clothes, Wen Siyu changed his position, from squatting on one knee to kneeling in front of her on both knees. He held her ankle with one hand and let her place both of her feet on his lap, gently massaging the muscles in her calves.
"Will I become the one you can't forget?"
He was agonizing over her answer at the dinner table. He asked her if there was one man she could never forget among all the men she had been with, and she replied no.
He got her drunk because he was emotional, angry that she said she didn't know him, angry that she only had eyes for Xu Xiyan, and angry that she ignored his protection.
He was angry, but he was still angry that she didn't love him and that she didn't care about him at all.
His eyes were bright as he spoke, and his cheeks appeared even redder under the warm yellow light of the floor lamp. Ji Jiazhen pressed the back of his hand against his face and felt the heat.
"You are the answer to another question."
Any physical contact with her was enough to make him happy; touching her unilaterally was one thing, but being touched on the face by her was another.
The former is spiritual joy, and the latter is physiological excitement.
The hand pressed against his face, the foot stepping on his leg—all of these are preceded by a common subject.
—Ji Jiazhen.
He couldn't help but get an erection.
Ji Jiazhen saw it and felt it.
Wen Siyu swallowed hard, his voice even hoarser, and asked her, "What's the problem?"
"Xu Xiyan asked me, among so many virgins, whose experience was the best? I can't pick the best, but the worst..." She paused, shifted her foot, and stepped on his loaded gun, "...it was you."
Wen Siyu's breathing became heavier, and the hand holding her calf tightened unconsciously, pressing down on her leg to make her step harder.
"During the act, you said it was so big, so fast, so comfortable—all of that was against your will?"
Ji Jiazhen lifted him up a little, then stepped down again, rubbing against him like that. "I also said it hurts, didn't you hear me? Size doesn't matter, only a proper fit will make you comfortable."
Wen Siyu's hand moved upwards, his fingertips touching the hem of her skirt, his nails digging in. "If it doesn't fit, do it a few more times, get used to it."
She pried his hands off. "I told you, don't touch me. Just bear with it."
This is retaliation for his misdeeds in bed, to make him suffer a real pain.
Wen Siyu took a deep breath and said, "I admit defeat. I was too confident back then. I said you would regret pushing me away, but you will never regret it. I am the one who regrets it. I regret being too obedient in front of you. As soon as you said it was over, I left."
He added, "I've looked for you several times in the past few months, and each time I've seen you kissing different people."
He should have been persistent and persistent, at least to keep her from looking at anyone else.
Ji Jiazhen leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs, her palms supporting her chin, and then stepped on him, smiling as she looked at him: "That's a pity, you didn't see that I also had sex with different people."
Overwhelmed by desire, Wen Siyu's eyes reddened, and he once again humbled himself, "I know I was wrong. I should have known you were more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. I shouldn't have always made you make choices, and I shouldn't have impulsively forced you to drink. I won't ask you for a title anymore. You can play with other people if you want, but can you please stop pushing me away? I really want to stay by your side."
In the three months since they separated, he hadn't slept well for a single night. Her face was constantly on his mind, and he would occasionally hallucinate, hearing her call his name, her voice so real, as if she were right beside him. Sometimes, he would deliberately get drunk to fall asleep, but the alcohol numbed his senses, bringing with it a suffocating wave of longing. When he woke up in the middle of the night and checked his phone, he would see Fang Chengmu's post on WeChat Moments, where she was leaning on someone else's shoulder in the photo.
It's so frustrating. I've done so much, but I still can't get into her heart.
It's so annoying, I'm being treated like a dog by her, but I still love her to death.
Ji Jiazhen patted him on the shoulder, "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it has already grazed, and a man doesn't do things twice."
Wen Siyu wouldn't listen, saying, "You can hit me or scold me, just don't make me leave you."
"Is hitting you a reward? I'm afraid scolding you will make you feel good."
As she spoke, she withdrew her foot, took Xu Xiyan's phone, and also her own.
After unlocking the phone using facial recognition, she looked at Xu Xiyan's phone screen for two seconds, then handed it to Wen Siyu, saying, "Take your brother's phone off."
Wen Siyu was very reluctant, but he did as he was told.
He recalled her earlier words and asked her, "What do you want with Xu Xiyan?"
Ji Jiazhen looked down at the screen. "Find someone."
She opened her contacts, found the number labeled "Aunt Fang," and saved it to her phone.
Wen Siyu glanced at it, then stared at the contact name on Xu Xiyan's phone, staring intently for three seconds, just as Ji Jiazhen finished entering the number.
"Look for Fang Wei."
He used a declarative tone in the four simple words, but it contained two questions.
"Are you looking for Fang Wei?"
—"What do you want with Fang Wei?"
After clicking "Done" with his thumb, Ji Jiazhen looked up and asked, "Do you know Fang Wei?"
Xu Xiyan's contact name was simply "Aunt Fang," but Wen Siyu could guess that it was Fang Wei.
"You're looking for Xu Xiyan just to get Fang Wei's number?"
Ji Jiazhen didn't speak, threw Xu Xiyan's phone on the table, and looked into his eyes.
"She changed her number. This number is not in service. Try calling it if you don't believe me."
She frowned slightly, somewhat disbelieving.
Wen Siyu took her phone and dialed the number for her. After a few beeps, he heard a message indicating that the number was not in service.
Ji Jiazhen's first reaction was that the past few hours had been a waste of time, but he quickly realized that he had done it all and grabbed Wen Siyu's wrist.
"You have Fang Wei's new number, don't you?"
Wen Siyu felt like he had found a speedrunner in the hardest level of a game. He took the hand that Ji Jiazhen was holding his wrist, and finally their palms were facing each other.
"I told you, don't push me away. You'll need me someday. Why go through all this trouble to come to Xu Xiyan when you could have just made a phone call to me?"
Ji Jiazhen narrowed her eyes, unable to suppress her suspicion. Xu Xiyan had Fang Wei's contact information because his mother was friends with Fang Wei. Why did Wen Siyu have Fang Wei's number, especially a new number that even Xu Xiyan didn't know?
Why do you know Fang Wei?
Wen Siyu saved Fang Wei's new number into her phone. When there were only two digits left, he deliberately stopped, looked up and asked her, "Think about it some more. Do you want to play me a second time?"
Ji Jiazhen didn't answer, but her slightly tightened hands were the answer.
Wen Siyu smiled, entered the last two numbers, saved them to her contacts, turned off the phone screen, tossed it onto the sofa, intertwined his fingers with hers, didn't get up, but pulled her down with him, made her straddle his lap, buried his face in her shoulder, and hugged her tightly.
Like someone who has been deprived of oxygen for a long time finally breathing in fresh, sweet air.
"That's my aunt."
Ji Jiazhen's mind processed for a moment, and he remembered a sentence. Suddenly, he pushed Ji's arm with his free hand.
"Your aunt?"
Wen Siyu looked up and stared at her lips. "Can I kiss you?"
She slapped him on the shoulder.
"My mother's younger sister."
At that moment, Ji Jiazhen's eyes widened.
All the alcohol in her body was metabolized at that moment, and her mind was clearer than ever before, never so clear in her life, and her memory had never been so vivid. Her conversation with Duan Lan was clear in her mind; she remembered every word Duan Lan said, even every expression she made while speaking.
—What is the relationship between Fang Wei and Meng Xu?
"Sisters".
Ji Jiazhen broke free from his embrace, fell to the ground, braced herself with her hands on either side of her body, and looked at him with eyes full of surprise.
"What is your relationship with Meng Xu?"
Wen Siyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, drooping and casting a shadow beneath his eyes. His voice choked for a moment as he replied:
"My mom."
Ji Jiazhen's hands suddenly went limp, her shoulders trembled, and half of her body went numb.
She remembered what Wen Siyu had once said, that she resembled someone, and then without hesitation, she said Meng Xu's name, that he was a fan of Meng Xu, and that the most similar thing was their voices.
No.
It wasn't a fan of Meng Xu, it was her son.
Ji Jiazhen raised her hand and touched the corner of his eye.
She then noticed that his eyes were so similar to Meng Xu's.
I should have guessed it sooner; I should have thought of this the first time he mentioned Meng Xu.
Meng Xu retired from the entertainment industry at the age of twenty-eight, and this year marks exactly twenty-two years since then. Wen Siyu is also twenty-two years old.
She sniffed, tilted her head, and after a surge of emotions, a single tear fell.
She seemed to have already guessed how the story would unfold.
She became pregnant at the peak of her career, was forced to retire from the entertainment industry to give birth, her husband cheated on her, she suffered severe postpartum hemorrhage, and ultimately passed away.
Therefore, Meng Xu did not retire from acting. The reason why there has been no news of her for so many years is because she died more than 20 years ago.
A person who was famous all over the world during his lifetime died quietly.
"What do you want with my aunt?"
Wen Siyu's voice was hoarse, but she still remembered that she wanted to find Fang Wei.
Ji Jiazhen's brain had stopped thinking; she mechanically replied to his question, "Please ask her to be my agent."
Wen Siyu nodded, stood up, and scooped her up from the ground.
At this moment, Ji Jiazhen shed a second tear, sat down weakly on the sofa, and looked at Wen Siyu with red eyes, but not at Wen Siyu, but at Meng Xu's son.
She genuinely liked Meng Xu; it was the kind of liking a fan has for an idol, the kind of admiration that makes her want to be like Meng Xu.
She met Meng Xu too late; by the time she fell in love with her, Meng Xu had already retired from the entertainment industry for ten years. But she still liked her, enjoyed listening to her voice, and enjoyed watching her movies.
Meng Xu's films accompanied her for three whole years, from age fifteen to eighteen.
Using the word "gentle" to describe Meng Xu is too simplistic, yet it's the most fitting word. She's always smiling in front of the camera, her voice like the gentlest spring breeze, or the clearest mountain spring. She can answer even malicious questions with gentle composure during interviews. At twenty-one, she was falsely accused of being pregnant, and a reporter maliciously interviewed her, saying she was perfect for playing a mother. She didn't get angry or show any displeasure; instead, she smiled and said that she really wanted to play a mother because mothers are great figures, and anyone who said she was suitable must really like her.
Her path to fame was fraught with hardship and she received more malice than anyone else, yet she maintained the kindest attitude towards the industry and the world.
This is the only person Ji Jiazhen has ever admired in her life, and also the person who has had the greatest influence on her acting career.
But she only learned today that Meng Xu no longer exists in the world.
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Author's Note: I want to emphasize one point! There was absolutely no heartache for Wen Siyu in Zhen's tears! Not at all!
She genuinely loved Meng Xu; she used to be a serious fan. Her tears were solely due to learning of Meng Xu's death.
Meng Xu had a significant influence on her, partly in her career. On the other hand, she fell for Meng Xu precisely during a period of intense conflict with her family, especially her mother. A vulnerable and wounded teenage girl is easily attracted to Meng Xu's gentle nature; he healed a part of her. Due to various factors related to her personality and upbringing, she could never become as gentle as Meng Xu, no matter how much she liked him. However, the gentle and kind elements in her personality were influenced by Meng Xu.
Finally, I want to emphasize! Zhenjie will not change her opinion of Wen Siyu or develop any new emotions or feelings because of Meng Xu! No!
She kept them very separate; Meng Xu was Meng Xu, and Wen Siyu was Wen Siyu.
The reason she eventually fell in love with Wen Siyu was solely because of him as a person and his dedication; it had nothing to do with anyone else.
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