Chapter 60. Fang Han went downstairs and kept sending WeChat messages to Gao Wen...
Fang Han went downstairs and kept sending WeChat messages to Gao Wen, searching along the roads in the community.
They searched the entire neighborhood but couldn't find Gao Wen.
It was already 11:30, very late.
Fang Han was extremely anxious. Gao Wen usually didn't stay up late, so she should be back by now.
Fearing something might happen, he ran out of the residential area again.
On the other side.
Gao Wen sat motionless in her chair, watching the crowd in the distance and listening to the faint sounds of noise.
She has been sitting here for five or six hours, maintaining the same posture.
She wanted to live a good life, but it seemed she had her own "fate," as if no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape it.
As Gao Wenguang thought about it, despair welled up in her heart, and her eyes dimmed. She felt as if a stone was pressing on her chest, and anxious and confused emotions surrounded her.
"Smack—"
The streetlights were turned off when it was time to go.
Gao Wen was already sitting quite far from the road, and with the streetlights off, the surroundings became dark.
In the jungle, it seemed as if countless hands reached out to pull Gao Wen into the abyss. Her strength was slowly drained away, leaving only fear spreading rapidly.
Just as Gao Wen felt she couldn't breathe, a figure appeared in front of her.
"Why are you here all alone so late?" Fang Han asked breathlessly, but his voice remained gentle.
In that instant, Gao Wen felt a sense of relief in her chest, and she came back to her senses. She looked up at Fang Han.
The night was dark, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew he was very anxious, and she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
When Jiang Shuyan said that Song Jie abandoned her to come to City A to take care of the Jiang family, she felt only sadness. When Jiang Shuyan said that her ending was miserable and she was just cannon fodder, she didn't cry, but felt it was unfair. When she saw Lin Heng, she realized something and was just angry.
But when Gao Wen saw Fang Han searching for her everywhere, her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt like crying.
Fang Han walked over and sat down next to Gao Wen, maintaining a polite distance from her: "Why is your phone off?"
"The power's out," Gao Wen made up an excuse.
Fang Han believed him and nodded.
Gao Wen looked at him: "How did you know I was here?"
She was really curious.
“Your life is very simple, just going back and forth between two points every day, the same road to the yoga studio, and that’s it. We’ve been here a few times, so I thought I’d come and take a look,” Fang Han said softly, looking at the night market not far away.
This is another direction in the neighborhood. There's a snack night market and a small alley. A short walk down the alley leads to a large supermarket selling fresh produce.
Fang Han didn't say anything, and Gao Wen herself hadn't expected it either. She lowered her head and smiled, "A simple life trajectory, but a complicated person."
“He’s a very simple person,” Fang Han replied.
Gao Wen raised her eyes and said self-deprecatingly, "You may not know me. I am a person who will do anything to climb up the social ladder, selfish, vain, cold and ruthless."
“You may have misunderstood yourself,” Fang Han said, turning to look at her with a firm and assertive tone. “You are a very simple person. Your goal is to make your life better, and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s just that you have too high a moral standard for yourself. You haven’t hurt anyone, and no one can judge you. You are a very soft-hearted and kind girl.”
As Gao Wen listened to Fang Han's evaluation of her, tears streamed down her face, her shoulders trembled, and she choked back sobs with great effort.
Seeing her cry, Fang Han panicked and became flustered, asking, "Did I say something wrong?"
Gao Wen leaned down and hugged Fang Han.
His body suddenly stiffened, and his heart pounded wildly.
Fang Han noticed the dampness on her neck, burning with heat. He raised his hand and clumsily patted her shoulder, again and again, quietly staying by her side.
She must have suffered a lot of injustices, and he felt very sorry for her, but he didn't know what to say to comfort her.
When Gao Wen let go of Fang Han, she called out to him, "Fang Han."
"Hmm?" Fang Han's voice was gentle and calm.
Gao Wen took a breath and smiled, saying, "You're a very good person, an exceptionally good person, truly exceptionally good." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly stood up, "Let's go back, I'm hungry."
"What would you like to eat?" Fang Han asked.
"Let's make scallion oil noodles. I've been saying I wanted to eat this for a while, but I've been putting it off." Gao Wen exhaled and swung her hands as she walked forward.
Fang Han reminded, "The road is too dark, slow down."
"Okay." She turned to look at him, her smile bright, and said, "Hurry up, let's go back."
"good."
......
After the two returned, Fang Han went into the kitchen, and Gao Wen followed him in.
"Why don't you wait outside? There's a lot of smoke in here, and we'll be making scallion oil later," Fang Han said.
"It's okay, I haven't showered yet either," Gao Wen said, shaking her head.
Seeing that she insisted, Fang Han didn't say anything more. He simply went to the refrigerator, took out a glass of milk, heated it up, and gave it to her.
She hadn't eaten anything, just something to fill her stomach.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang." Gao Wen leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her milk and watching Fang Han's busy figure. She said softly, "You are a very good person at heart. You are rich in spirit and emotionally stable. Anyone who is with you will feel at ease and at ease because you can live a good life on your own."
Hearing so many compliments from her, Fang Han suddenly wanted to ask: Should she be with him?
Gao Wen continued, "You will definitely live a carefree life, which is good."
"You've already made your judgment on me, but this kind of life isn't bad either," Fang Han laughed.
“Really.” Gao Wen nodded.
In the story, aside from being hurt by her, Fang Han didn't really suffer any setbacks and lived a pretty good life.
"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon." Fang Han quickened his pace.
Ten minutes later, a bowl of scallion oil noodles was ready.
"It smells so good!" Gao Wen said, looking at the scallion oil noodles in front of her.
"Try it," Fang Han said.
"Mmm." Gao Wen took a bite and nodded repeatedly. "It's delicious, better than anything I've ever had."
Fang Han watched Gao Wen eat one bite after another, his gaze filled with affection.
It was quite late. After Gao Wen finished her noodles, the two of them didn't stay in the living room for long before going back to their respective rooms.
Before Gao Wen entered the room, Fang Han still had some concerns and reminded her, "Call me if you need anything. Don't be afraid to bother me; I won't find it troublesome."
"Okay." Gao Wen nodded obediently, a smile appearing on her face.
"Good night, get a good night's sleep, you'll feel better tomorrow," Fang Han said.
"Um."
......
As soon as Gao Wen closed the door, she dropped her pretense.
The events of the day kept replaying in her mind. She felt increasingly unable to breathe, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She covered her mouth, ran to the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.
The next day.
Fang Han took the day off and didn't go to the company in the morning.
He was worried about Gao Wen.
The landlord said he had prepared the contract but didn't have time to deliver it. Fang Han went to get it, intending to have Gao Wen sign it before mailing it to the landlord. He also went to buy her favorite breakfast.
Gao Wen stayed up late last night, and he wanted her to sleep a little longer, so he didn't wake her up.
Around noon, worried that her stomach couldn't handle it, he went to the door to wake her up.
"Gao Wen?"
No one answered.
"Gao Wen? Are you awake?" Fang Han tapped gently again, took out his phone, and sent her a message.
Worried about her too much, Fang Han thought for a moment and made a phone call.
A cold, mechanical voice came from the other end of the phone: "The number you dialed is currently switched off."
Fang Han had a bad feeling. He put his hand on the doorknob, turned it gently, and the door opened.
She didn't lock the door.
Fang Han pushed the door open. The room was mostly empty. The key was placed on a prominent desk, with a piece of paper underneath.
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Author's note: Here's an extra chapter. Tomorrow's update will still be at 6 PM.
Good night.
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