Chapter 50 Butterfly "My brother also worked as a pawn..."
"You did it on purpose."
Ji Jiazhen turned her head to create some distance between herself and Duan Qiyin, and then pushed him away.
"Um?"
Duan Qiyin still had his hand on her shoulder, as if he had finished speaking and would continue.
"You knew he would come."
"He's here?"
Ji Jiazhen remained silent, gazing at him intently, trying to discern how much of his surprise was feigned.
Duan Qiyin raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly towards the door. "Outside?"
He continued, "He's really good at timing things. He never comes early or late; he just shows up when I want to sleep with you."
She corrected him, "Don't flatter yourself, I have no intention of sleeping with you."
"So, are you going to go out and find him now? Tell him how much you miss him and how much you love him? Or should you first explain to him why you were kissing his brother?"
He was usually quiet and reserved, but his demeanor was unusually arrogant as he spoke, as if he was certain that she wouldn't choose between the two options, since both seemed particularly ridiculous in light of tonight's atmosphere.
Ji Jiazhen glanced sideways at the tightly closed door.
She knew Wen Siyu must be outside; he definitely hadn't left. But he just stood there quietly, showing no reaction whatsoever to her kiss with Duan Qiyin.
After watching for two minutes, she suddenly asked a question unrelated to the present, a question she had asked on the beach: "We can't peacefully negotiate the termination of the contract, is that right?"
Duan Qiyin's hand, which was on her shoulder, slid down and pulled her arm, drawing her in front of him.
"Don't even think about leaving me anymore, that's impossible."
She nodded, as if she had made up her mind after confirming his attitude.
"I'm sleepy."
Her eyes swept across the headboard, then she pointed to the sofa, "You can only move within that area."
Duan Qiyin was clearly not the type to cooperate. "This is my room, and that's my bed."
Ji Jiazhen pointed at himself and said, "This is your ancestor."
"..."
She walked towards the bed, then turned back halfway and said, "Have your assistant bring a box of condoms."
"?"
"Remind him to say hello to the person at the door."
*
At six o'clock in the morning, the corridor was silent. Ji Jiazhen came out of the room with Duan Qiyin's suit jacket draped over her shoulders. As she turned to close the door, she met Wen Siyu's eyes, and the familiar smell of cigarettes filled her nostrils.
This scene was familiar to both of them. The night she and Zhuang Yan spent together, he was like this too, leaning against the wall all night without closing his eyes, his eyes red, his posture exhausted, a cigarette between his fingers, not knowing how many cigarettes this was.
She closed the door, making a click as it locked, followed by a long silence. He didn't speak or move, just stared at her.
The silence lasted so long that her shoulders ached and her coat began to slip down. Before it fell completely off her shoulder, he reached out and pulled the coat back up for her, then stared at her right arm.
"morning."
His voice was extremely hoarse, with a nasal tone that sounded like he had a cold.
Half a month of disappearance, a whole night of waiting.
She thought the scene last night must have shocked him quite a bit, that he would be angry, and that he would throw a tantrum at her.
But none of that was there; there was only a bland "Good morning."
Ji Jiazhen responded with the same indifference: "Long time no see."
It was an ordinary conversation, but also the one that should never have come out of their mouths.
She could accept Wen Siyu rushing over to accuse her of being fickle when he saw her kissing Duan Qiyin; she could accept him banging on her door in the middle of the night to make her leave Duan Qiyin's room; she could accept him hysterically asking her if she still loved his father.
But she can't accept things as they are now.
She turned around, and the room key she had said she didn't bring last night was now in her hand.
Wen Siyu lowered his head and took a drag of his cigarette. As she swiped the door open, he pulled the doorknob, and the door opened and closed in front of her.
Ji Jiazhen took a deep breath, her anger building up.
"My brother also has a hobby of being someone's dog?"
She turned around, snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his hand, and put it in her own mouth. The lipstick stain was imprinted on the brown cigarette paper, leaving a dark mark. When she exhaled the smoke, she actually saw a mocking smile in his eyes.
"You did a better job."
Wen Siyu pushed her back, pressing down on her as well. Her back slammed against the wall, but she still held the cigarette firmly in her hand.
Which aspect are you referring to?
When he asked that question, he leaned in close, his nose touching hers. She defiantly tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his chin.
“In all aspects.”
Amidst the swirling smoke, Wen Siyu chuckled, "It's not that good; it wasn't this quiet when you were under me."
These words successfully provoked Ji Jiazhen's temper. She shoved the burning cigarette butt onto his shoulder, the heat even through his coat was unbearable.
"Was it good?"
Wen Siyu didn't flinch at all, but instead grabbed her wrist and made her press down harder. The half-smoked cigarette bent under the force of the two forces, and the ash fell onto his shoulder.
"You should be asking that. One box probably isn't enough to satisfy you, is it?"
Ji Jiazhen was completely encircled in his arms, her movements restricted. She shook off the hand that was restraining her wrist, bent her arm and slapped him across the face. It was unclear whether the slap was directed at his indifferent attitude or his vulgar words.
"You still don't understand after doing it so many times? This is about quality, not quantity."
Wen Siyu sneered, but the smile seemed somewhat forced. "What quality could a thirty-year-old man possibly have?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him opened.
Ji Jiazhen looked over, and Wen Siyu also turned around. Duan Qiyin stood at the door, his expression calm and composed. The three of them looked at each other in a strange posture.
Wen Siyu was the first to look away. He clearly didn't want to look at Duan Qiyin any longer. When he turned his head, he saw Ji Jiazhen still staring at Duan Qiyin. He clicked his tongue, moved a little to the side, and occupied her entire field of vision.
Ji Jiazhen felt a lump in her throat whenever she saw his face. She blocked his shoulder with her forearm, swiped her card behind her back with her other hand, took two steps back when the door opened, turned around, and went inside without looking back.
Wen Siyu braced himself against the door with one hand, and before going in, he looked back at Duan Qiyin a second time, his gaze filled with coldness and hostility.
*
This room holds special significance for them; they have shared moments of warmth and intimacy here, and today it will be imbued with yet another complex emotion.
Wen Siyu watched Ji Jiazhen wherever she went and followed her. She never stopped walking and walked quickly, her long hair swaying behind her. She bent down by the sofa, picked up the ashtray on the table, turned around, and suddenly raised her hand to smash it at his feet. The hard glass rolled twice on the carpet with a dull thud.
The ashtray was just two centimeters off-center and it would have hit Wen Siyu's leg, but he was unmoved. He didn't even blink when the object came flying at him, and he continued walking towards her.
"Half a month."
He spoke, his voice deep, with a slight tremor in his tone, conveying a range of emotions in those three words.
The atmosphere completely changed at this moment; the previous calm and composure was gone, leaving only two pairs of burning eyes and two boiling hearts.
"Half a month!"
Ji Jiazhen repeated his words, but in a completely different tone.
Wen Siyu gripped her right arm, the one that was trending online for being dislocated; she had just smashed an ashtray with that arm.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Wen Siyu
He repeated what she said in the voicemail.
"This is the pain you're talking about."
Ji Jiazhen's chest heaved, her teeth clenched, her voice low with restraint: "You saw it."
Wen Siyu pulled her into his arms, held her close, buried his face in her shoulder, and breathed on her neck.
"Ji Jiazhen, is it fun to lie to me?"
"Who is lying to whom?"
He tightened his grip on her, "How many more times are you going to lie to me? Or rather," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, "How many more times do you want to lie to me?"
Ji Jiazhen's hands hung limply at his sides, his palms numb. "How much longer are you going to play dead!"
"So many phone calls, so many messages, I almost thought you really loved me."
"You saw it, why didn't you reply!"
Wen Siyu took a deep breath, his lips rubbing against her neck. The flames in his heart had been burning since last night, growing ever stronger. Ji Jiazhen's words and everything she had done last night played back in his mind at double speed. Anger surged in his heart, and he pinched the back of her neck, leaving a clear teeth mark at the junction of her shoulder and neck.
Ji Jiazhen was in pain, and he was the one crying.
His voice choked with emotion, almost as he growled, "I can turn a blind eye to whoever you kiss or sleep with, but why did you have to do it with Duan Qiyin!"
Ji Jiazhen raised his voice and yelled at him, "You fucking explain why you disappeared for half a month without a word!"
After he shouted those words, the room was silent for three seconds. Wen Siyu raised his head, touched his forehead with hers, and after a brief eye contact, he took two steps back and began to take off his clothes.
The moment her body was exposed, Ji Jiazhen held her breath, forgot to be angry, and forgot to think.
His body was covered in bruises, and there were deep and shallow wounds on his abdomen, the most serious of which was a full five centimeters long.
"Why did I leave the country without saying a word? Because it wasn't my idea at all. Wen Qinsheng's men knocked me unconscious, and when I woke up, I was already in America."
"Why don't I answer your calls or reply to your messages? It's because Wen Qinsheng is watching you and me all the time. As long as I contact you, he will take action against you. Duan Qiyin, as someone in the know, didn't he warn you?"
Ji Jiazhen stared at his reddened eyes without saying a word, and frowned as she looked at his injuries again.
"You're done talking, now it's your turn."
Wen Siyu looked at her right arm. "What happened?"
He asked about falling into the sea and dislocating her shoulder. To be honest, it was all for him, a way to force him to appear, but now she suddenly didn't want to explain anymore.
She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, and said, "It was an accident."
There was a knock on the door, and without guessing it was Duan Qiyin. Ji Jiazhen didn't want to see him right now, so she stood still, but Wen Siyu moved.
He wasn't dressed when he opened the door, so Duan Qiyin didn't go straight into the room. Instead, he looked at him with a hint of disdain and said, "Put on some clothes."
Ji Jiazhen wanted to laugh when she heard this. He actually had the audacity to say such things. A few days ago, someone had tried to seduce her by stripping naked.
Wen Siyu casually draped his coat over his shoulders, then walked to the sofa, sat down, and looked at her with his elbows propped on his knees.
"Now explain yourself, are you two just a passionate fling, or are you simply in love?"
Duan Qiyin spoke first: "Eight years is not enough time for things to finally ignite like dry wood meeting a raging fire."
"So that means you're kindred spirits, right?"
Ji Jiazhen couldn't look Wen Siyu in the eye. He deliberately emphasized the last two words, his tone laced with resentment and bitterness.
Duan Qiyin continued to answer for her: "Dry wood and raging fire, mutual affection, first come first served, no matter which one it is, it has nothing to do with you anymore, you are now a thing of the past."
Wen Siyu reached out and tugged at her clothes, causing her to stumble to stand in front of him.
"You have to see the order of arrival clearly. I was first, my ass!"
Ji Jiazhen's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
"When I met her eight years ago, you were nobody."
Wen Siyu lowered his head and took a breath, the fire in his heart surging up again. He looked at Ji Jiazhen, who had been silent all along, and said, "What is your choice?"
"Does he call you sister-in-law, or do I call you sister-in-law?"
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