Chapter 30 I'm Sorry
Chapter 30
It was already eleven twenty when Wen Xi calmed down.
I thought Fang Qingyang, who was shouting "I'm so tired", had already fallen asleep, but Wen Xi carefully pushed the door and entered the room. What caught her eyes was the bright lights and Fang Qingyang's smiling eyes.
"Wenxi, you're back? Are you done shopping?"
"I thought you were asleep." Wen Xi closed the door and locked it, and said in a surprised tone, "Aren't you very tired? Why haven't you slept yet?"
Fang Qingyang was lying on the bed, one leg propped up against the wall, looking up at Wen Xi: "No, I couldn't sleep, so I played with my phone for a while and waited for you to come back."
Fang Qingyang was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe pajamas, with his legs spread wide open. He flirted with Wen Xi and sighed, "If the beautiful lady doesn't come back, I will be alone and unable to sleep."
He said, and patted the place beside him: "Do you want to sleep with me?"
Wen Xi walked to his side, bent down and looked into the boy's eyes. The boy had delicate skin, a layer of fine hair on his fair face, and a small mole on the tip of his nose right in front of Fang Qingyang's eyes. A faint sweet orange scent drifted into Fang Qingyang's nose and mouth.
Fang Qingyang felt uncomfortable being stared at by Wen Xi. He shrank his neck and asked anxiously, "What do you want to do?"
"I think—"
Wen Xi sang the tune slowly, then reached out unexpectedly and gave Fang Qingyang a slap on the head.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
Fang Qingyang covered his forehead and looked at Wen Xi in astonishment. The other party straightened up after he made a move. The snow-white light in the cabin cast a halo behind Wen Xi, but the boy's eyes were cunning.
Wen Xi tilted his head and looked at Fang Qingyang with drooping eyelids, his tone filled with a malicious smile after a successful prank.
"You're dreaming. I don't want to sleep with you. I want to sleep on my own."
Fang Qingyang was a little dazed, and for a while he muttered quietly, with a hint of lingering fear: "You are so vicious. No wonder Ming Yao told me not to provoke you easily, your face is too deceptive."
The four-person room was divided into upper and lower bunks, each with plenty of space, and Wenxi and Fang Qingyang each took one side. Wenxi walked to her bed and dug out a charger from her backpack.
I didn’t have time to charge it all day, and after watching a video with Yan Jue Mingyao, my phone only had 8% battery left.
Wen Xi, like his cell phone, was about to lose power and shut down.
“Ding——”
The phone pops up a message indicating that charging is successful.
"You're so cute and beautiful, and you smell so good. When you punish people, it looks like you're rewarding them. No wonder you get a high commission, and the richest people like you—"
Fang Qingyang was talking in a low voice at the back, as if he was talking to himself.
Wen Xi paused as she put down her phone, turned her head with a complicated expression, frowned slightly, and said in a cold tone: "What are you saying? It sounds weird. Please don't say that to me, I don't like it."
The usually good-tempered boy showed a rare hint of indifference. Fang Qingyang was stunned for a moment and realized that Wen Xi only looked easy to make friends with, but was not the type of person he had imagined who could make such an intimate joke.
"Sorry," Fang Qingyang sat up straight, his expression becoming apologetic, "I usually joke around with everyone too much, and I lost control of my mouth for a moment."
"I won't make such jokes next time. Wenwen, don't be angry. Can you forgive me this time?" Fang Qingyang clasped his hands together in front of his chest. His expression was very sincere, and his curly hair was drooping. He looked really sorry.
Wen Xi's anger dissipated a lot, and she pursed her lips: "Okay, then don't say such weird things in the future."
"Of course, of course." Fang Qingyang nodded heavily, then changed the subject and asked curiously, "What's on the deck? Is it nice at night? Why did you spend so much time walking around?"
"The wind was a bit strong, and it was a bit dark on the deck without the lights on, but I could see the surroundings clearly."
"The night view of City A is very beautiful from a distance. If you look at it from the large French windows on the 13th floor, the city night view looks like a huge high-quality light curtain."
Wen Xi's tone was calm, and he returned to his usual good temper: "I took a photo, do I need to send it to you?"
"Okay." Fang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "I just like people to show me the photos right after they take them."
Perhaps due to the negative impact of his original family, Wen Xi has always been skeptical about establishing intimate relationships. Even friendship needs to be divided into different levels for him.
Ming Yao is someone he has known since childhood. He has helped him a lot in all aspects and is a trustworthy "first-level good friend"; his three roommates have harmonious families, perfect personalities, good character, and are very caring towards him. They are trustworthy "second-level good friends"; other classmates in the school are also placed in different positions in Wen Xi's heart according to the pattern of the two getting along, and are treated differently.
Colleagues are another type of people independent of the friend system. You can work and have fun together, but you cannot trust and confide in them too much, especially in the night club where there is a fierce competition for interests.
Although Wen Xi is quite familiar with Fang Qingyang in Ni Ye Club, it does not mean that Fang Qingyang can make obscene jokes in front of him.
Wen Xi shared a few photos that she hadn't sent to Ming Yao's Moments with Fang Qingyang, and then decisively changed the label of the other party to [Work (Caution)]
"Wow, it's so beautiful. If I had known earlier, I would have followed you to see it..."
After the episode, Fang Qingyang looked heartless again, and his attention was drawn to the scenery when he turned around.
Wen Xi looked at the time. It was already half past eleven. He still had a lot of things to do tomorrow. He took his change of clothes and went to the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to take a shower first. You can take your time to look at it."
"Go ahead and take a shower. There's a bathtub in the bathroom. I've washed myself after use, so you can take a bath to relieve your fatigue." Fang Qingyang spoke without raising his head while holding the phone.
"Okay." Wen Xi responded, pushed the door open and entered the bathroom, then locked the door behind him.
The Herdonie is a high-end cruise ship, and even the most ordinary rooms are equipped with a toilet, shower and bathtub. The bathtub is not big, but it is enough for use.
Hot water of slightly higher temperature poured down from his head, wrapping Wenxi in the water curtain.
Wen Xi closed her eyes, everything in front of her was dark, but the sapphire necklace slowly emerged in her mind.
A diamond necklace worth 910,000.
A token of love from a duchess in the old days.
Anyone who gives such a gift will know its meaning. Yan Jue may have wanted to tell Wen Xi these things, but for some reason, Yan Jue did not say it in the end. He just gave it as a gift for meeting again, to make up for the childhood fun that Wen Xi had lost.
It is extremely accurate to say that older men are more considerate and gentle.
Even when Wenxi had tentatively asked about the price not long ago, Yanjue had deliberately blurred the nearly one million dollar price tag, just to accommodate Wenxi's thoughts and allow him to wear the necklace without feeling constrained by the high price.
The only sound in the bathroom was the dripping of water. Wen Xi stood naked under the white light of the bathroom, waiting for the bathtub to be filled with water. His knuckles were red from the hot water.
To be honest, Yan Jue was actually very nice to him. Wen Xi judged that his plan of dating Yan Jue and paying off his debts would be realized soon.
What to do after that? Should I continue to pretend to be in love, with a time bomb in my heart, to see if both of us are sincere? Or should I find an excuse to break up after a while? Or should I hope that Yanjue really likes him enough to confess his impure intentions and still want to be together without distractions?
Neither method is the optimal solution, but the current situation is that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
Besides, Wenxi never thought about borrowing money.
First, because before the debt repayment contract changed, he was able to repay the monthly debt by working, etc., and even paid back one million in three years. He had already planned the subsequent debt repayment arrangements, so there was no need to tell others.
Second, after changing the contract, he borrowed money from others, robbing Peter to pay Paul, and in the end, he had to pay it back. Moreover, Wen Xi might have earned nearly 2 million yuan in the Niye Club this year. If he could earn so much, there was no need to tell people around him about his family's shame and expose his scars to others. If he couldn't earn that much, it wouldn't be too difficult to borrow some from friends before the deadline.
Wen Xi lost his mother at a young age and became fatherless. He had to live a hard life with his sister as an underage child. His instinct for self-preservation and survival as well as his self-esteem made him choose to disguise himself.
Wen Xi is now very confident that he can earn 2 million, but the only way to make money is to control Yan Jue's sincerity.
This was actually a normal exchange between two people who were willing to do so, but Wen Xi's mind was in a mess at the moment, with an indescribable feeling of depression lingering around him, and he felt heavy in his heart.
No matter which road he took, it was difficult to choose. The dilemma he had in the past was all fake. For the first time, Wen Xi felt a real struggle from the bottom of his heart.
He recalled the list of thousands of people on WeChat, and no one could offer any advice. Finally, he hung his head in frustration and buried himself in the water.
Wen Xi half-submerged himself in an attempt to survive the dangerous situation. An idea suddenly popped into his mind, but he was afraid of drowning. He hesitated and finally showed a stubborn nose.
A stream of bubbles appeared on the surface of the bathtub.
(╥_╥)
So annoying.
*
Considering that she had to work tomorrow, Wen Xi didn't soak for long. She changed into a comfortable long-sleeved and long-pants pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
“Click—”
As soon as he opened the door, Wen Xi smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants. Following the smell, he looked over and saw Fang Qingyang, who had been lying listlessly on the bed, standing at the table in the corner of the room with his back to Wen Xi, fiddling with something.
“It smells so good.”
Wen Xi sniffed and couldn't help but lift his chin, like a confused little fish being hooked by the fresh and pleasant fragrance in the air.
Fang Qingyang was boiling water, or some kind of tea. On the table were packaging bags that had been opened but not thrown away.
"XX brand calming scented tea?" Wen Xi read out the package curiously, "Why do you suddenly want to drink scented tea?"
Fang Qingyang scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Didn't I say before that I often suffer from insomnia?"
"You and Mingyao both told me to see a doctor, so I went. I wanted to get some sleeping pills, but the doctor said I was allergic to them. Then I went to see an old Chinese doctor, and he prescribed this flower tea."
"I've never been on a cruise before. Although I'm tired today, I'm so excited that I can't sleep. I happened to have a few bags in my bag that I forgot to take out, so I boiled a pot of water to soak them." Fang Qingyang chuckled, "It seems a bit useless to say that. The ship hasn't even started yet and it's not my turn to ride. I'm still so excited that I can't sleep."
"It's normal that you can't sleep. I was also very excited to get on the ship today." Wen Xi comforted Fang Qingyang, "It's just that everyone's excitement is expressed differently. I couldn't wait to go out for a walk after the training, but you couldn't sleep. Ordinary people rarely get to know this level of cruise ship, so it's normal for everyone to be curious and excited. Don't feel too burdened."
Wen Xi spoke in a calm and composed tone, as serious as if he was explaining scientific knowledge, which made people unable to help but be convinced.
Fang Qingyang was so moved that he raised his hand and poured a cup of scented tea for Wen Xi: "Have some, you are so tired from the training tonight, and there is a tough battle to fight tomorrow, drink some tea and have a good sleep."
Wenxi: "Is it okay if I drink it?"
"How could it be! I spent 300 yuan to buy this tea from an old Chinese medicine expert. It doesn't cause insomnia, but it can calm my nerves and help me sleep well at night. It has no side effects. And a packet of tea is so small, and they charged me 80 yuan!" Fang Qingyang's eyes widened: "This is simply robbing me! I can't even bear to drink it myself."
The scented tea smelled very good, and it was very comfortable to smell. Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang's painful expression and took the cup with a smile: "Then I'll try it and drink your 40 yuan."
*
Fang Qingyang's flower tea smells sweet and feels comfortable when you drink it. The body is filled with warm air, making you feel lazy.
Wenxi lay on his bed in a quiet daze, his eyes wandering around and finally falling on the phone charging at the bedside. The sunflower pendant was facing Wenxi with a big smile on its face.
Wen Xi moved his fingers and slightly turned the phone chain, and the sunflower with a small bell on it jingled to announce its presence.
The lights in the room were off and there was silence. The bright moonlight outside the boat shone through the window onto the boy's beautiful face. Wen Xi's expression changed from confusion to determination and finally to calmness.
There is no point in thinking too much, the most important thing is to pay off the gambling debts and live a stable life.
Although Yan Jue now shows that he likes him very much, Wen Xi doesn't think that he can really spend his life with him because of his family status.
But the end of a mature man’s first love shouldn’t be too ugly. This upcoming relationship is the best solution for both parties. As for how the entanglement will turn out, we’ll just have to take it one step at a time.
After figuring it out, Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief. He pinched the sunflower pendant, pulled the quilt over him, and closed his eyes to try to fall asleep.
Maybe it was because he was too tired after a busy day, or maybe it was because racking his brains to come up with a solution was very time-consuming, or there was a chance that the calming tea he drank for the first time was too effective. Wen Xi felt that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
The last moment of loss of consciousness.
Wenxi humorously said that the speed at which he fell asleep today was like being in a coma.
*
Three o'clock in the morning.
Fang Qingyang opened his eyes quietly, got out of bed, and turned on the light in the room.
In the dark and quiet cabin, the incandescent light suddenly lit up. Fang Qingyang closed his eyes uncomfortably, while Wen Xi continued to sleep soundly on the bed.
"Wenxi."
"Wenxi."
Fang Qingyang pushed Wenxi's arm very hard, and Wenxi's body was shaken, but he just frowned.
Fang Qingyang stood beside Wenxi's bed, staring at him quietly, making sure that he really had no reaction, then lifted Wenxi's right arm and rolled up his pajamas sleeves.
Bright red blood continuously flowed from Wenxi's arm into the collector.
Fang Qingyang opened the window, and the slightly salty sea breeze blew into the room. He looked at the empty glass bottle in his hand, then threw it into the sea with an expressionless face.
The sea breeze in the early morning was very cold, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly. Wen Xi subconsciously wrapped herself tightly in the quilt while sleeping.
“Pah.”
The windows were closed and the room returned to darkness and silence.
Fang Qingyang let down Wen Xi's rolled-up sleeves and whispered something.
"sorry."
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