Accident
Five days before the Spring Festival, Luo Heng also returned from abroad. She was pleasantly surprised to see Wen Yan's final exam results and encouraged her, "Xiao Yan has made great progress. Keep up the good work. Mom will buy you a yacht for your birthday this year."
Grandpa will give you a big red envelope for Chinese New Year!
"Grandma's bun is definitely bigger than your grandpa's!"
Wen Yan was stunned. There were only fifty students in the class, and his 39th-to-last score was considered good? It seems that as long as a slacker makes even a little progress, every parent will be overjoyed.
Even Wen Ling, after seeing his grades, said with satisfaction, "Hmm, not bad, you finally made it out of the bottom ten."
The family can only get together a handful of times a year. When they finally sit down at the dinner table, they naturally don't talk about work at all, just eat and chat.
After a pleasant meal, Luo Heng distributed the gifts she had brought back from abroad to everyone. Wen Yan opened the box and found two LV cashmere scarves in different colors, with exquisite patterns and a light and soft texture.
Luo Heng smiled and hugged him. "There are two. You can keep one, and you can give the other to someone you like."
Is this some kind of telepathic connection between family members? Why are they all so fixated on his relationship? If Wenling weren't so busy with work and didn't like gossip, Wenyan would have really thought he'd told his family about his relationship.
Wen Yan just smiled and wrapped the blue scarf around her neck.
"Oh my, my son is so handsome, he looks even more dashing with the scarf on!" Luo Heng's praise made Wen Yan feel as if he had returned to his childhood, a kind of praise he had only heard when he was young.
Wen Yan found it amusing, her face turning bright red, and after a long while she blurted out, "It's like when I was a child."
Luo Heng patted his head, completely forgetting whether he had ever done anything like that when he was a child.
Wenling had to go to the company to finish a project tomorrow, so she went to rest early. The rest of the people stayed downstairs, playing mahjong.
Looking at the mahjong tiles with their various patterns, Wen Yan was somewhat embarrassed, as he had no idea how to play.
He pretended that a classmate was looking for him, went out onto the balcony to answer the phone, and glanced out of the corner of his eye to see that the others were indeed sitting at the mahjong table and had started playing.
He silently walked behind Luo Heng, who asked as she played mahjong, "Xiao Yan, are you interested in mahjong again?"
Wen Jia chuckled and said, "When you were little, you studied for a long time but still couldn't play. Later, when we played mahjong, you wouldn't even glance at it."
Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the original owner didn't know how to play, so she didn't have to worry about being exposed.
He chuckled sheepishly and said, "Now it's starting to feel interesting."
The butler moved a chair next to Luo Heng, and Wen Yan sat down to watch her movements carefully. Luo Heng also explained the rules and how to play to him in detail.
A few minutes later, Wen Yan felt his foot being touched. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but after a few seconds, he was touched twice more, and he looked up.
Jiachao winked at him and asked, "How's your mother's hand?"
Wen Yan shook her head: I won't say.
Jia sighed and lowered his head.
Luo Heng chuckled upon hearing the commotion, "What? You know you're doomed to lose?"
Wen Jia pretended to be calm and said, "I have a great hand, I'm sure I'll win first."
"Oh?" Luo Heng drew a tile and then pushed over the row of mahjong tiles in front of her. "I won!"
"What?!" Wenjia stared defiantly at the row of mahjong tiles, as if trying to pierce through them with his gaze.
Luo Heng patted the money compartment next to the mahjong table, "Get the money out, get the money out!"
After a few rounds, Wen Yan realized that Luo Heng was a mahjong master, and his gaze towards her held a hint of admiration.
Wen Yan played a few rounds later, mainly because the others were losing so badly that they insisted on inviting him to the table. As soon as Wen Yan started playing, he became the worst player, and all three of them smiled.
After showering, Wen Yan and Su Jibai started a video call. Ever since Su Jibai found out that Wen Yan didn't have to go to the company, he had been video calling her at this time every day.
All that met his eyes was red. Su Jibai thought the camera lens was blurred and was about to ask when Wen Yan suddenly appeared, her cheeks flushed and her expression excited.
"I won two hundred yuan playing mahjong!" he said proudly, flicking the red bills in his hand.
Su Jibai was very supportive and laughed, "Wow, that's amazing. I don't even know how to play mahjong."
"I'll teach you next time!" Wen Yan raised her eyebrows, but she was still a little hesitant when she said this, as she wasn't very good at it yet.
Su Jibai smiled and said, "Okay."
An apricot-colored scarf was unfolded in front of the camera, and Wen Yan smiled slightly. "My mother brought me two scarves from abroad. I wear one, and she asked me to give the other to someone I like."
Su Jibai's smile deepened as he gazed at him with a wistful expression.
“Xi Rou is my good friend, and I like her very much,” Wen Yan glanced at Su Jibai’s expression and said deliberately, “My brother goes without saying; he’s always busy taking care of the family.”
"I plan to give the scarf to..." Wen Yan trailed off.
Su Jibai went along with him, giving him a pleading look.
"Of course he's my boyfriend!" Wen Yan laughed heartily as she lay on the bed, a few tears welling up in her eyes.
On the screen, Su Jibai looked at him and smiled helplessly.
After laughing, Wen Yan straightened up and said, "We can meet in five more days."
Su Jibai: "I will come to see you tomorrow."
Wen Yan's eyes widened. Was he planning to tell everyone about their relationship right now?
“My mother and your mother haven’t seen each other for a long time. She wanted to catch up, so I came along with her.”
“Oh, oh…” Wen Yan’s eyes were glazed over. “That’s good then.”
Su Jibai asked jokingly, "What did you think it was like?"
Wen Yan, of course, wouldn't tell him what was on her mind, "You're right!"
After chatting for a few more minutes, Wenyan turned off the light and went to sleep. His daily routine is very regular now: he gets up to take a walk in the yard with his grandparents, has breakfast and plays chess with his grandfather, watches a melodramatic family drama with his grandmother at noon, plays cards for a while after dinner, goes upstairs to practice boxing, takes a shower and goes to bed.
Now he is full of energy and vitality, and he doesn't shiver when he walks outside in the dead of winter. He is completely different from the frail and weak man he used to be.
After sleeping until she naturally woke up, Wenyan quickly washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast. Everyone in the family except Wenling was already seated at the table.
Wen Yan rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Good morning, Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma."
"morning."
The air was filled with the delicate aroma of congee and the sweet scent of soy milk. The five people were enjoying their breakfast in a relaxed and leisurely manner.
After finishing the last sip of soy milk, Wen Yan was about to go upstairs when a rapid ringtone sounded. He thought it was his alarm clock that hadn't been turned off, so he reached for his phone.
"Hello?" It was Wen Jia's cell phone. He got up and walked to the French windows, where a blanket of snow stretched out.
"Where are you now?" Wen Jia's tone suddenly became urgent, and her lips trembled as she asked.
Hearing his tone, the four people at the table realized the seriousness of the situation and their hearts tightened. Luo Heng walked over and asked, "What happened?"
Wen Jia suddenly turned around, his previously warm face instantly drained of color, turning ashen and pale. He first glanced at his elderly parents on the table, then hesitated.
Wen Tingfeng said seriously, "We're not at the age of twilight yet, so just say what you need to say!"
“Even if you don’t tell us, we have ways of finding out.” Liang Yueqi said with a serious expression.
“You…you need to be prepared…” Wen Jia’s eyes immediately turned red. “Wen Ling was in a car accident and is now making do at ‘Wen Xin’.”
Everyone suddenly felt breathless, their faces ashen. Wen Yan seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she smashed the glass in her hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
"Go to the hospital first." Startled awake by the sharp voice, the two elderly people went out first, supporting each other, their faces pale and looking as if they were about to collapse in the cold winter wind.
Wen Jia had already roughly understood the situation while in the car. Wen Ling was hit by Ji Weixuan, who had escaped from the sanatorium, and now Ji Weixuan had disappeared into thin air after hitting her.
Wen Yan's chest heaved violently. It was Ji Weixuan again! He had to kill him!
Outside the emergency room, five people stood in the corridor, anxiously awaiting the results. Wen Yan's anger turned to fear upon seeing the familiar door. He leaned against the white wall, staring blankly at the large characters on it. In just one month, he had come twice, each time feeling utterly powerless.
Wen Tingfeng waited for a few minutes, then walked to the window, parted the window slats to let in a little cold air, and closed his eyes shivering.
Wen Jia walked over and said softly, "Help Grandma sit down." After saying that, he took a few steps and hugged Luo Heng, who was trembling all over.
Composing herself, Wen Yan pretended to be calm and went over to hug her grandmother's shoulders, saying, "Grandma, sit with me for a while."
She let Wen Yan help her to a bench, leaned on his shoulder, and tightly gripped the hem of his clothes, as if afraid that Wen Yan would also leave her.
A series of hurried footsteps came from behind the door, and everyone stood in front of the door, anxiously waiting for the answer.
The door opened, and the doctor in green surgical scrubs said, "I'm sorry, we've already..."
A buzzing sound filled Wen Yan's mind, and she could no longer hear what was said afterward. Tears welled up in her eyes, flowing silently.
Liang Yueqi collapsed into Wen Yan's arms, clutching his shoulders, her fingers turning white. After a moment of despair, she burst into tears.
Wenjia and Luoheng were overwhelmed with grief and could not utter a sound for a long time. Even breathing became difficult, and they gasped for breath.
With a muffled thud, Wen Tingfeng, who was standing some distance away, suddenly collapsed, and everyone rushed over.
In the cold hospital room, the two elderly people were both asleep. Wen Yan sat between them, her consciousness gradually returning.
"System, I want to turn back time."
System: "It's not mission time now."
"A mission?" Wen Yan suddenly became excited. "Wasn't I in a mission time from the moment I transmigrated here? This world itself is a mission!"
The system paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, we can only rewind to five minutes before Wen Ling's accident. Forcibly using time reversal may have unpredictable consequences."
Wen Yan nodded, as long as Wen Ling was alright.
With a shudder, Wen Yan opened his eyes and found himself back at the dining table. Luo Heng looked at him with a beaming smile, "Starving?"
Wen Yan forced a smile, took out her phone from her pocket, dialed Wen Ling's number, and looked at the unanswered screen.
Answer the phone, answer the phone quickly...
Wen Tingfeng looked over with a smile, "Why do you look like you're about to cry?"
Wen Yan looked up and her smile was more like a grimace. "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare this morning."
The phone beeped as it connected, and Wen Yan asked anxiously, "Brother, where are you now?"
Wen Ling, carrying a file bag in one hand and a phone in the other, was about to open the car door when she asked, "I'm about to go home. What's up?"
Wenyan said, "Don't go home, stay at the company! I'll come find you right away!"
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