He put down his glass, stood up suddenly, and whispered to Wen Xin: "Come out with me."
Zhao Yan, who was standing next to him, put down his chopsticks and asked him, "Zeyang, is there something wrong? Come on, let's talk outside." He thought Yan Zeyang was talking to him, saying that it was not convenient to stay in the room and they wanted to talk outside, so he stood up immediately. Yan Zeyang frowned and glanced at him.
Wen Xin saw the speechless look in his eyes and somehow she felt like laughing. She quickly lowered her head, pursed her lips, and rubbed the stone slab with her toes to divert her attention.
"Please sit for a while. I'll be back later." After saying that, he glanced at Wen Xin and walked out without saying a word.
Zhao Yan, who was a little confused about whether to stand next to her or not, stared at Wen Xin for a while. Wen Xin smiled at Zhao Yan, picked up the plate and walked out.
Just get out. It doesn't matter whether you stick your head out or hide your head, you'll get hurt. You must make things clear.
The people at the next table saw Wen Xin coming out. What’s her name? Wen Xin only remembered that his last name was Liu, and it seemed to be Director Liu. This person was very talkative and would ask her questions every time he saw her.
He smiled and said to Wen Xin: "Wei Xin, let me introduce someone to you. This is the editor of our Longzhou magazine. His surname is Guo, his name is Guo Fang, and he is 25 years old this year."
The tall, thin guy wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting next to him stood up. He looked okay, gentle and clean-looking. His eyes were shining warmly, and the lenses were reflecting the light. He said enthusiastically, "Hello, Wei Xin, I'm Guo Fang. I heard that you are going to take the college entrance examination. If you have any questions, you can ask me." He pushed the frame of his glasses nervously, "I will come here often in the future. Please give me your guidance."
Wen Xin looked at Director Liu's round forehead and the young man with an uneasy look but pretending to be calm, and said: "..."
Seeing Yan Zeyang already walking to the door, he turned around and stared at the young man with gold-rimmed glasses who was speaking, then suddenly dropped the curtain in his hand and turned to walk over.
The low-pressure aura on his body had risen to two meters and a half. Wen Xin knew that it was not good when she saw his face. Yan Mo Tou was usually a cautious and calm person, but she had also seen him impulsive and hot-tempered. The microphone was broken with such great force that it was terrifying to think about it carefully. She was worried that there would be a conflict, so she ran over without saying anything, stopped him from coming over, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Let's talk outside. Let's talk about it outside. Not here, okay?"
The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses felt a little flustered when he was stared at by the man at the door who was taller and more imposing than him. He sat down uneasily, completely unaware of what was going on.
Seeing the two people go out, someone asked.
"Who was that just now?"
"I don't know, maybe the guests inside?"
"Look at those steps. You can tell they are from the army."
"When I came in earlier, my accent sounded like someone from Kyoto..."
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The sky outside was wet. Yan Zeyang pulled open the curtain. Although he was suppressing his anger, he turned around and stared at Wen Xin until she came out. He did not put down the bamboo curtain until she came out. The weather had been bad in the past few days, with a slight chill. When she went out, she felt a gust of cold air on her face, and Wen Xin shivered.
The Gu family's courtyard is surrounded by high walls, carved eaves, and granite slabs underfoot, which are a bit cold. The two walked to the door and stood under a small window on the side hall. The window was open.
Yan Zeyang looked at her as she hunched her shoulders due to the cold. Although the winter in Longzhou was not as cold as that in the north, the north was dry and cold, the kind that made people lose consciousness. The damp and cold feeling here was even more uncomfortable, but what was she wearing? A thin sweater with holes in it when stretched, with the neck exposed, and a pair of fitted trousers, and looking at the shape of the legs you could tell that he wasn't wearing any warm pants underneath, it would be strange if he wasn't cold.
Yan Zeyang stood in the air outlet, looking at her, this woman. He thought about her day and night before he saw her, but now that he saw her, the little flame in his heart began to burn. A bastard from a newspaper had already made him restless for several days, and now another one from a magazine showed up, making him unable to eat.
While he came south to find her despite his injuries, she was here with rosy cheeks and a big smile on her face, serving food and wine to these men. Didn't she know where this place was?
Thinking of the young man wearing glasses who had a temperament 50% similar to that bastard in the newspaper office, he could no longer suppress his anger and wanted to pull him out and beat him up.
Wen Xin stood by the window, with an open window on her left and him on her right. It wasn't cold at the moment, as she had blocked the wind tightly, but the space was so small that she felt a little cramped. She looked around and saw no one, so she quietly raised her head and glanced at him. She hadn't been able to see anything from the distance before, but now he was so close to her.
He looked very haggard, as if he hadn't slept well for several days, and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes.
Yan Zeyang hadn't slept for two nights. He had been worried about her, anxious and angry. He hurried south, and when he arrived, he didn't even go to the guesthouse, but came here directly. What did he see after he came here? Seeing her with rosy cheeks and charming face, serving tea to people, she didn't look a bit aggrieved at all, and even looked better than when she was in Kyoto.
Wherever she went, people would introduce male friends to her. Young Master Yan's possessive nature made it impossible for him to tolerate the fact that his person was coveted by others. He felt as if his heart was burning with fire, making him feel uncomfortable.
He suppressed his anger, looked at her and whispered, "I will pretend that what happened before never happened. Come back with me."
It’s nice to hear that, huh? She was stunned for a moment, then looked at him again. His gloomy eyes were fixed on her, his lips were pursed, and he looked serious and anxious, waiting for her answer.
"Didn't you see the letter?" she asked in a low voice.
"What letter?" He frowned at her, "Are you hiding something from me?"
After hearing this, Wen Xin also became angry. She felt uncomfortable and wronged. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, "I have hidden so many things from you. You can't find out everything in three days and three nights!"
When had Yan Zeyang ever been so angry before? His eyebrows were raised and he stared at her coldly. "Come back with me. Don't just say three days and three nights, I will accompany you for ten days and ten nights."
"I won't go back. I have nothing to do with your family now. I can go wherever I want. It's none of your business." Wen Xin turned around and pushed the window to leave, but he grabbed the window and trapped her in a small space.
Wen Xin wanted to go around the corner, but he reached out to stop her. She was like a bird in a small cage, fluttering around but unable to fly out, and no matter how hard he pushed her, she couldn't move.
"You must come back with me!" His words were unquestionable, and he held her small body tightly.
"I can't go back with you, I'll stay here and not go anywhere!" His domineering attitude made Wen Xin gentle and positive before, and she could overcome strength with gentleness, but now she was inexplicably angry. What's the use of gentleness to overcome strength? When she was angry, all the thirty-six strategies were thrown out of her mind, and she just confronted him face to face.
Also, he didn’t see the letter? So, what mood was he in when he came to see her now?
Have mercy on her? Have pity on her? Or do you think of her as an object that is a pity to throw away, but annoying to hold? Although her view on love is more open than that of people of this generation, her feelings are also precious. She can compromise herself because of unequal status, but not her feelings. Although he asked her to go back, it was a charity-like attitude that was hard for her to accept.
Moreover, he also learned how to imprison? What's the point of imprisoning her under the window? The last time he committed domestic violence, her arms were pinched by him for several days and had bruises on them. The more she thought about it, the colder her heart felt.
"Come back with me. I won't care about the past. We'll get married when we get back..." Probably seeing that Wen Xin was upset, he looked anxious and angry, but he had to coax her softly.
"I don't..." Wen Xin rejected him firmly.
Young Master Yan's temper flared up all of a sudden. He said coldly, "Why don't you go back? Can you get everything you want by changing your name? Can you start over? Think about it carefully. You have two household registrations now. You used this name to get into university. Once this household registration is cancelled, what do you think will be the consequences?"
Yama has always been cautious and calm. He is a soldier, which is his positive side. But on the other hand, he can be said to be ruthless to his enemies, and will hit them mercilessly and thoroughly. He is like a one-knife cutter, which will make people feel painful, uncomfortable, and miserable immediately. He will seize the key points and hit them quickly, fiercely and accurately.
When facing his enemies, he is calm and rational like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, but he frequently loses control in front of Wen Xin. That's because his emotions are very immature, which makes him easily lose the ability to control himself when facing Wen Xin.
Wen Xin's heart sank when she heard this and she looked at him in shock. Although she was from the real world, she was still a little lamb, a good kid. She had never seen such a cruel method against her before. If he couldn't say anything, then by doing this, he would basically ruin her path to university.
"Do you want the Wen family to come and take you away? Or do you want to go back with me? There are two household registrations, and one will be cancelled. Which one do you think will be cancelled? Wen Xin or Wei Xin? If you continue to stay here, the two people who opened private shops will also be implicated. Think about it carefully." Yama's head uttered cold words, as cold as the Sanskrit sound of a god, no, like the evil Satan.
He just wanted to take the woman in front of him away. He couldn't let her stay here any longer, with a group of people commenting on her and introducing men to her.
"You dare!" Wen Xin was so angry that her hair stood on end!
Yan Motou pushed him against the cold wall, snorted, and said forcefully: "It's not about whether I dare or not, but whether I want to or not. If I want to do it, I can do it."
Wen Xin was so angry that her eyes turned red, and her heart felt sore and uncomfortable, as if it had been crushed. She had heard that he was ruthless, as his father had said that time, but she had never really seen it. At most, he would give her a bag of hazelnuts and ask her to shell them. But she only realized now that it was because he had not used those methods on her yet.
Although Wen Xin is gentle on the outside, she is very strong on the inside. How could she give in? The more he used such words to force her, the more she would not go back. She was so angry that she said, "Then you do it. I won't go back to the Wen family even if you do it. At worst, I will sneak to the port and get married. I can also participate in beauty pageants, be Miss Hong Kong, and be an actress. If you have the ability, come to the port and take me back."
This was the time when the entertainment industry in the harbor was booming, although she was just talking.
It was not noticeable at ordinary times, but now, Wen Xin's little red lips opened and closed, and she said one set of infuriating words after another, which made the 185cm tall man so angry that he clenched his hands into fists with veins popping out when he put them against the wall to stop her.
"You still dare to sneak across the border? Do you know that you will be shot if you are caught sneaking across the border? Do you know what will happen to a woman once she sneaks across the border? Miss Hong Kong? She will only be thrown into the lowest and most despicable place to be a prostitute." He bit the last two words very hard, and they almost blurted out between his teeth.
Being so close, Wen Xin could even hear the sound of his chest beating violently with anger. He stared at her with angry eyes.
Wen Xin certainly knew that smuggling was dangerous. She was just saying that out of anger. She didn't want to go to the harbor, but he threatened her like that. What could she do? She had finally got a new identity, and hearing such threatening words made Wen Xin's scalp numb with anger.
She blinked her eyes, tears fell, and she uttered harsh words.
"Okay, go ahead. Even if I don't go to college, have no identity, sleep on the street, and marry a fool, I will not go back. From now on, you go your way and I go mine, and we will each get married and never see each other again." After saying that, Wen Xin pushed him hard. "Let go, I want to get out. You are a soldier, don't act like a hooligan."
Seeing her crying, Yan Mo was startled, then nervously loosened his hand, but he was unwilling to let her go. Following the force she pushed him, he hugged her in his arms. He didn't dare to use too much strength, and could only say anxiously: "If you want to come back with me, nothing will happen, don't cry..."
Wen Xin struggled with him for a few times, and was so angry that she almost exploded. She took off the watch on her wrist and threw it on the ground. "It's your wedding gift. I'm giving it back to you."
While Yan Mo was staring at the watch on the ground in a daze, Wen Xin slipped under his armpit, lifted the curtain and ran into the room.
Yan Zeyang stood there and picked up the watch stiffly. The golden dial had some scratches from the fall. He held the watch for a long time without any movement.
Gu Qingtong, who was standing at the door, watched the tall and strong man standing there with red eyes for a long time. Finally, he turned around and walked out the door in a daze and disheartened.
No matter how strong a man is, he has his own self-esteem. When his bottom line is touched, he will never look back even if he is heartbroken to death.
"Mr. Yan." Gu Qingtong called him.
Yan Zeyang turned around. He was standing on the stone road, his eyes red, looking at her with an aloof and cold expression.
Gu Qingtong's eyes fell on the watch in his hand and he said with a smile, "This watch looks familiar. Is it Wei Xin's?"
Yan Zeyang was not interested in chatting with her, so he turned around and left.
"Wei Xin told me that this watch was given to her by her favorite person. She wears it every day and takes good care of it. She would be sad if she lost it." She took two steps forward and said, "Just give it to me. I will return it to her. She will not lose the watch given by the person she likes for the second time."
People with strong self-esteem always have to have a step to step down, and Gu Qingtong put the step under his feet.
Gu Qingtong saw that he really stopped and turned around. He paused for a long time before speaking. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been in a hurry and his throat was hoarse. He said in a low voice: "If she doesn't want it, let her throw it away."
Gu Qingtong smiled and took the watch from him. "Yes, this is the one Wei Xin wears. Look how well it is maintained. She usually takes it off when it comes into contact with water. Mr. Yan, it's too cold outside. Come inside. Your friend is still inside. Don't you want to go in?"
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Zhao Yan waited in the room for a long time before Yan Zeyang came back. He ate only two and a half bites when he stood up to leave. A table full of braised duck was thrown away without even taking two bites. Zhao Yan felt a little distressed. This was really the eldest master of the Yan family. He said he would not eat and then not eat. Ordinary people could not even eat it twice a year, he thought to himself.
In the evening, night fell and soon it was dark. He sent Yan Zeyang to the best guesthouse in Longcheng. Generally, a room in a guesthouse only had a bed and a broken table. Some places didn't even have a table. The conditions were extremely poor.
The best one wasn't much better, except that the sheets were clean, there was a sofa and a coffee table, and a small TV, which was the best configuration of the guesthouse.
After Zhao Yan had arranged everything with the people below, she entered the room and saw Yan Zeyang pushing open the window and smoking in the night with a frown on his face. When she walked over, there were already three cigarette butts in the ashtray on the windowsill.
"Zeyang, you're smoking a lot. What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"
Yan Zeyang glanced at him sideways after a long while, "It's getting late, you should go back and don't let your sister-in-law worry about you." He paused and handed Zhao Yan a box, "You're getting married, make it up."
Zhao Yan is already married. He got married last year and has a three-month-old daughter. Now is the time for her to be his own daughter. He is eager to go home every day. "How can I do this?" However, the more politeness, the more awkward it seems. He took over and said, "Okay, you should also go to bed early. If you have anything, call me. You know my workplace phone number."
Yan Zeyang nodded.
Zhao Yan left the room, opened the box and took a look. It was a foreign product from the port. This gift was too expensive.
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