Especially like
L'Etoile d'Or, the Golden Star French restaurant, is located on the 39th floor of Zhaohua Building.
Wen Lingyi sat alone by the window. Outside the window was the dazzling city night view, and the lights of thousands of homes were like scattered stars.
But he had no intention of appreciating it. He rested his elbow on the table covered with a white tablecloth, and supported his slightly hot left cheek with his palm.
The knife in his other hand occasionally cut across the delicate pan-fried foie gras on the plate.
The sharp tip of the knife collided with the delicate white porcelain plate, making an impatient, jerky noise that was out of tune with the elegant and quiet environment around her.
"She doesn't like me anymore." Wen Lingyi picked up the high-heeled glass beside her, which contained chilled Alsace Gewürztraminer.
She tilted her head back and took a big gulp. The cold wine slid down her throat, and the rich aroma of lychee and rose burst in her mouth.
But what ultimately lingers on the taste buds is only the sour aftertaste of the spices at the bottom.
Su Qing, who was sitting opposite her, frowned.
"Qingqing," the wine in Wen Lingyi's glass was soon empty again. The waiter waiting on the side came forward with great tact and silently refilled her glass.
She looked at the light golden liquid rising in the cup again, her eyes somewhat unfocused. "I seem to have...really...completely lost her."
There was a heavy nasal tone and a hint of drunkenness in his voice.
"Lingyi, don't drink anymore." Su Qing stretched out her hand, trying to hold down Wen Lingyi's hand which was reaching for the cup again, but was pushed away gently but clearly by the other party.
Su Qing's hand hung awkwardly in the air for a moment, and finally she had no choice but to withdraw it.
"Wen Lingyi, let's get serious," Su Qing put down her knife and fork, counting the days on her fingers, trying to use reason to persuade her. "How long have you actually been dating her? At most, more than a month? Two months at most, right?"
"Does it make you so desperate and distraught for her?" Su Qing's tone was full of confusion and a hint of imperceptible irritation.
The Wen Lingyi she knew was already a mature woman of 28 years old who was adept at both business and social life.
How come when it comes to love, especially this seemingly unequal and short-lived relationship, he becomes impulsive and childish like a 17 or 18-year-old girl who is desperate to survive?
She really couldn't understand.
Wen Lingyi had been with Zhu Yang, a man of equal status, for three or four years. She thought it was understandable that she looked depressed and miserable after their breakup.
But with Zhou Jianxing? It's only been a short time. How deep can the feelings be?
"I don't know what's wrong with me." Wen Lingyi's cheeks were abnormally flushed and her eyes were hazy.
She drank almost the entire bottle of Gewürztraminer by herself.
This chilled white wine has a refreshing taste but a strong aftertaste, and it makes you intoxicated quickly.
She shook her head, as if trying to dispel the dizziness in her head, "But I just like her, especially, especially... like her."
She kept savoring the word "special", with the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, pronouncing it clearly and forcefully.
Just like the time when Zhou Jianxing looked up at her with sparkling eyes and said to her with a somewhat clumsy sincerity, "I like it very much, I like it very much."
What’s special is not the occasional twinkling among the myriad stars, but the fact that when I look up at the night sky, I only remember your coordinates at that moment.
It is your lip print on the white rim of the cup. I can obviously wipe it off, but I choose to leave it there as proof that "this cup only belongs to you."
What’s special is that when the whole world is measuring everything with the standards of “reasonable” and “realistic”, you make me willingly become the unreasonable exception.
Su Qing looked at her best friend who was immersed in it and unable to extricate herself, her eyes darkened, and finally turned into a sigh lighter than the wind.
Wen Lingyi could no longer hold on. Her forehead rested on her arm, and she fell completely unconscious on the dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth.
·
Su Qing took Wen Lingyi's phone from the table, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and quickly found Zhou Jianxing's phone number in the contact list.
She glanced at the note Wen Lingyi gave her - "Qingbao".
Well, that's about right.
She felt a little more balanced in her heart.
Zhou Jianxing is Zhou Jianxing, he doesn’t even have a separate nickname.
She changed Zhou Jianxing's contact note from the cold full name to the overly intimate "baby", and then handed the phone to the restaurant waiter who had been standing respectfully by the side waiting.
"Please dial this number for me," Su Qing lowered her voice and spoke quickly, "When the call is connected, tell her that there's a woman named Wen Lingyi who's drunk alone in your restaurant."
"You found the person with the note 'baby' based on the contacts in her phone, and you had no choice but to ask him to come and take her home."
After thinking for a while, Su Qing pointed to the food and tableware in front of her: "By the way, take away my set of tableware quickly."
The waiter immediately understood what she meant, took the phone and nodded.
Su Qing walked slowly to Wen Lingyi, reached out and gently touched the other's cold and soft long hair scattered on the table, and bent down to carefully observe Wen Lingyi's condition.
His breathing was steady, he was just drunk and fell asleep, he shouldn't be seriously injured.
By this time, the waiter had already dialed the number and pressed the speaker.
"Hello," the waiter's voice was polite, with just the right amount of anxiety and helplessness, "Excuse me, do you know Ms. Wen Lingyi?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a second or two, and then a clear and calm female voice came: "I know her."
"Ms. Wen was drunk and unwell at the Golden Star French Restaurant on the 39th floor of Zhaohua Building. We checked her phone and found the note in your contact list was 'baby'."
"I'm so sorry to bother you, but the situation is special, so I have no choice but to ask you, would you be able to come and take her home?"
…
The silence on the other end of the phone lasted even longer, so long that Su Qing almost thought Zhou Jianxing would finally hang up.
Finally, Zhou Jianxing's voice came again, her sweet voice devoid of emotion: "Okay, I understand. I'll come as soon as possible. Please help take care of her first."
Su Qing's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
She was originally worried that Zhou Jianxing would not care at all about the bad things Wen Lingyi had done before. After all, Wen Lingyi's breakup this time was quite hurtful.
·
Zhou Jianxing half-supported and half-carried Wen Lingyi, who was almost completely unconscious and reeking of alcohol, back to Villa A7 in Lanyue Bay.
She grabbed Wen Lingyi's cold and soft right thumb and unlocked the fingerprint lock at the door.
Pushing open the heavy door, the sensor light in the entrance hall automatically lights up, illuminating the luxurious yet lifeless and silent space inside. The air is filled with a cold feeling as if no one lives there.
Turn on the intelligent temperature control system, and warm air blows out, dispelling the cold.
She struggled to half-carry and half-drag Wen Lingyi to the large sofa in the living room and laid her down. Wen Lingyi sank softly into the soft leather sofa, her brows unconsciously furrowed.
Zhou Jianxing stood there and took a breath, then turned around and walked into the kitchen as if he knew the place well, turned on the light, and found the kettle to fill with water.
She looked around. The kitchen was too tidy. All the little things she had bought that brought a sense of life to it—
The cartoon-print mug, the cute magnets hanging on the side of the refrigerator, the plaid apron she always hung on the hook behind the door—all gone.
This place has returned to its original exquisite yet cold model room appearance.
She lowered her eyes and pressed the water button. While waiting for the water to boil, she leaned against the counter, listening to the gradually humming sound of the kettle, her heart so empty that the wind could blow it echoing.
When I returned to the living room with a glass of warm water, I found that Wen Lingyi had rolled off the sofa at some point and was curled up on the expensive handmade wool carpet.
Zhou Jianxing's heart suddenly tightened. He quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully lifted Wen Lingyi's head to check if she was injured.
At this moment, Wen Lingyi's long eyelashes trembled a few times and she suddenly opened her eyes.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered with a thick, confused mist, and they looked straight at Zhou Jianxing who was so close.
Zhou Jianxing was startled, his body stiffened instantly, and he held his breath. He almost thought Wen Lingyi was awake.
Fortunately, Wen Lingyi's eyes only opened blankly for a few seconds, without any focus, and soon closed slowly and heavily.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a tiny arc.
·
Zhou Jianxing took a deep breath, exerted force again, and picked up Wen Lingyi horizontally - fortunately, she was lighter than she looked. He walked up to the second floor step by step, and walked towards the master bedroom.
Pushing open the bedroom door, everything inside was still meticulously tidy, the bedding was not wrinkled at all, as if no one had ever slept here. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of Wen Lingyi's dressing room.
She gently placed Wen Lingyi in the middle of the big bed and pulled the soft duvet over her.
After doing all this, she habitually reached out to touch the bedside table, where she remembered there should be a constant temperature kettle and cups.
But his fingertips only touched the cool, smooth wooden surface, empty.
She stood up and prepared to go downstairs to the kitchen to get the cup of warm water on the coffee table.
As I turned around, a slightly cold hand gently grabbed my wrist.
The force was weak, even a little weak, and his fingers tightened and tightened nervously.
"Zhou Jianxing..." Wen Lingyi's voice was unclear, like a dream talk, with a heavy nasal tone and hoarseness from drinking, "Don't go..."
Just like the time when Wen Lingyi was sick with a fever.
It seemed that only when he was not fully conscious would Wen Lingyi unconsciously reveal his complete dependence on her, letting down all his defenses and disguises, and showing her his unreserved vulnerability that he would never show to others in normal times.
This rare dependence and fragility is like the most accurate arrow, which can always easily hit the softest part of Zhou Jianxing's heart.
This gave her the illusion again and again - perhaps Wen Lingyi really loved her, but was just not good at expressing it.
So, does this feeling really exist, or is it just an illusion created by her wishful thinking?
I like Wen Lingyi, but it’s really tiring.
Every day, even every hour, would make her fall into doubt and struggle countless times - was Wen Lingyi's momentary tenderness true love, or was it just a disguised perfunctory attitude?
Among those postures that appear to be close and far, intimate and distant, which one is the real her?
She stood by the bed in a daze, looking down at the face sunken into the soft pillow.
Even when she was drunk and asleep, this face was still breathtakingly beautiful.
No matter how many times she had seen it, every time she looked at it, she felt an incomparable sense of amazement and heart palpitations, just like the first time she saw it.
It was like accidentally stumbling upon an unnaturally bright full moon, rising abruptly and shockingly from the cold and rigid modern office buildings.
It is a romantic illusion in the jungle of steel and concrete that does not conform to any physical common sense.
It was a moment that made her heart beat out of control, her blood flow faster, and even produced a slight buzzing in her ears, as if the goddess of fate held up a huge conch and blew it in her ears.
Wave after wave, a surging tide that only concerns Wen Lingyi.
Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, the corners of Wen Lingyi's eyes were tinged with a touching red.
Like a painter holding a brush dipped in cinnabar and hovering it over the edge of rice paper, that drop of rouge hesitates for a long time and finally falls uncontrollably.
A layer of warm mist-like blush appeared, floating lightly above the sharp eyeliner at the end of her eyes, softening all the aggressiveness.
Those plump, kissable lips were slightly open at this moment, and her breath carried a sweet scent of wine mixed with the fragrance of flowers and fruits, which was entwined with the familiar base notes of the perfume on her body, making it difficult to tell which one was more intoxicating.
After a moment, Wen Lingyi loosened the grip on her wrist and let the hand fall softly onto the duvet beside her.
"What..." She parted her red lips and murmured vaguely, "I'm dreaming again..."
If it weren't for her superb acting skills, would Wen Lingyi really dream of her?
Was she really saved as "baby" in Wen Lingyi's mobile phone contact list?
Zhou Jianxing remembered that when he went to the front desk of the French restaurant to pay the bill, he was told that Wen Lingyi's bill had already been paid.
Would a person who is so drunk that he or she passes out and needs to call for help be sober enough to pay the bill themselves?
Wen Lingyi is so unpredictable, deep-minded, and her acting skills are too superb.
Standing in the dim bedroom, looking at Wen Lingyi whose breathing gradually became even on the bed, her heart was like a small boat floating in the waves of the sea, swaying in the wind and rain.
Zhou Jianxing didn't know whether he should trust her again this time.
Or is this another trap carefully set for her by Wen Lingyi?
Just waiting for her to soften her heart and step in again, and there would be no escape.
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