Chapter 45 Room Service
Chapter 45
Time flies, and it is the day before the finals.
Wenxi has been extremely busy these days. Every day when he opens his eyes, he is either in a meeting or in the laboratory preparing the intelligent robot for the finals. Tomorrow is the final day of the competition. Compared with the intensive pre-match work in the past few days, today's work is surprisingly easy.
At around six o'clock in the evening, we finally finished debugging the equipment for the last time. After confirming that everything was correct, the team had a small dinner together as a final relaxation before the competition.
But in fact, we have been together for six or seven days and have said almost everything that can be said, so we had a brief chat and imagined a bright future. The two leading teachers then told everyone to go back and have a good rest, and be in high spirits to get good grades tomorrow morning.
It was only 7:30 in the evening after dinner, neither too early nor too late. The other three had their own plans. Wen Xi said hello and made a video call to Ming Yao.
Wenxi has been very busy these days. Mingyao called him several times, but he missed the calls due to various things. Now that they finally have some free time when they are both sober, Wenxi wants to catch up with his friend.
The host Wen Xi held up his mobile phone and conducted a live broadcast for Ming Yao in the huge campus of H University.
"I have been studying and holding meetings for the past five or six days." Wen Xi put on his headphones and got on the bus back to the hotel. He seemed to be at ease, but he couldn't help being lazy when facing his close people. He leaned against the bus window, letting the evening breeze blow the fluffy hair exposed by the edge of his hat into a mess, and stretched out two fingers to gesture slightly: "I am a little tired, but very satisfied."
"Wenwen, you are so proud." Mingyao looked at the screen and saw Wenxi got out of the car. "Which hotel are you staying in?"
Wen Xi pointed the camera at the hotel's entrance sign, and Ming Yao took a deep breath, "Oh my god, how luxurious! Even a single room costs 1,600 yuan a night."
"It's just very expensive. The organizer has booked two floors for accommodation," Wen Xi said this with a little pride. She took out the room card from her bag, showed it to Ming Yao remotely, and recounted her glorious story of how she had managed to grab a single room.
"You look like a primary school student showing off his perfect test paper to his parents." Ming Yao commented.
Wen Xi realized later that he was being childish. When he thought about how he proudly showed off to Yan Jue that he had grabbed a single room, his cheeks became hot. He rubbed his ears a little embarrassedly, "Really? I should have known not to tell him."
"No. It's super cute."
Ming Yao was sitting on the edge of a flower bed near the Niye Club at the moment. He looked at the shy smile on Wen Xi's face and asked in a deep voice, "I always said that dating a rich man would help you share some of your debts and you wouldn't have to be so tired. But now that you and Yan Jue are really dating, I'm not sure if what you're doing is right. After all, a love partner is different from a guest."
Ming Yao's tone was quite distressed: "Besides, your roommate is his nephew. After breaking up, we might bump into each other again. The relationship is quite complicated and it's hard to cut off and sort out. I'm worried that you will be bullied. So how do you plan for the future now?"
On the day Wen Xi changed his WeChat profile picture, Ming Yao discovered something was wrong with him. He called him and found out in just a few words that Wen Xi was in a relationship with Yan Jue.
Ming Yao is an orphan, and they are from the same hometown. Ming Yao is several years older than Wen Xi. Although he is usually not very serious and talkative, he really treats Wen Xi as his younger brother. He takes him to make money together, and asks his manager and colleagues to help take care of Wen Xi when he is away from home.
Ming Yao was rarely serious. Wen Xi opened the door of the room, put his backpack on the table, fell on the bed, put his cell phone aside, and picked up the pillow to hug.
"In other words, do you like him? Wenwen, I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want you to do something you regret."
Ming Yao's eyes were concerned, and Wen Xi felt a kind of care that was not related by blood but surpassed that of family members. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of bitterness welled up in his heart.
Wen Xi concealed his bad intentions and spoke some of the truth.
"Yan Jue, although I don't know why, he seems to really like me... I seem to like him a little bit too."
He took off the cold hat with a giraffe print on it, and let his fluffy, soft black hair hang down over his eyebrows. He buried his face in the pillow, revealing only a pair of narrow, dark brown eyes, with the tails of his eyes drooping slightly. He looked very soft, with a kind of innocence and purity.
People's judgment ability usually forms a mature independent system only after a few years of adulthood. Wenxi's judgment ability was forced to form quickly when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.
The first pure malice in Wenxi's life came from being abandoned and exploited by his biological father, which resulted in the tragic death of his mother, and he and his sister wandered in a foreign land.
In three years, he had to pay back over a million yuan, and was forced to do all kinds of jobs and come into contact with all kinds of people, some of whom were malicious, both direct and hidden.
Therefore, Wenxi had already recognized Yanjue's good intentions towards him.
"So what are your plans for the future?"
Wen Xi thought of the jewel necklace and the more than 2 million in the bank card, and felt a little overwhelmed and clasped his hands.
In fact, the relationship between him and Yan Jue is not as terrible as Ming Yao thought.
Ming Yao might think that he was the passive party, but in fact, Yan Jue was the one who felt insecure for no reason.
Sometimes Wenxi didn't know why Yanjue felt insecure, as if he was afraid of losing him. Wenxi couldn't help but examine whether it was too obvious that she was not serious.
Wen Xi's original plan was to save enough money from Yan Jue to pay off his debts within a year, but the reality was that on the first day the two were together, Yan Jue took the contract and tried to transfer jewelry worth 300 million yuan to his name.
After being rejected by Wen Xi in a stern and shocked manner, Yan Jue still couldn't resist the urge to spend money. Within half a month, Yan Jue found a reason to give him 2 million in pocket money.
Therefore, within half a month of the relationship being confirmed, Wenxi had enough money to repay the debt, although Wenxi did not intend to use the money.
Moreover, when talking about money, Yan Jue seemed like a domineering president. Well, he was a domineering president, who always emphasized to him that he should spend his money on his wife.
Wen Xi's eyes flickered as she briefly talked about the three hundred million worth of jewelry. She then fished out the sapphire necklace that both of them recognized from her neck, trying to comfort Ming Yao's worried heart: "In fact, Yan Jue is not as scary as you think. He and I are each other's first love. If you think about it carefully, I am actually taking advantage of him."
Ming Yao's expression changed again and again. He was no longer worried, but he finally said, "Damn it, I'm going to fight these rich people."
"What about your debt? Didn't you say that the creditor only gave you one year to pay it back?" Ming Yao got angry when he said this. "Damn that damn Wen Guoqing, he actually owes so much. I'm going to tear his mouth apart. Are you going to give them the money?"
"I've actually thought about it," Wen Xi sat up and said seriously, "The money owed by Wen Guoqing was originally an illegal loan, and I shouldn't pay it back at any level. I was blackmailed for more than one million yuan when I was a minor, and the amount involved was huge. I have kept all the evidence. I plan to have a good relationship first, and wait for a suitable opportunity to talk to Yan Jue and ask him to help me deal with my debt problem."
If Mr. Pi San had not come to kidnap Wen Xi and force him to sign the second version of the debt repayment contract, and Wen Xi had not yet thought of putting anyone in jail, perhaps he would have continued to work at the Ni Ye Club, paying back 30,000 yuan out of 50,000 yuan a month, and still be able to save 20,000 yuan for Ran Ran as a growth fund.
When he was able to handle the problem, Wen Xi really didn't want to expose his scars to others, which was why he didn't ask Yan and Su for help in the past few years. He always passively sought compensation and passively bore the responsibilities and malice that didn't belong to him. He always wanted to grit his teeth, endure it, and keep things quiet.
But Mr. Pi was really too much. He seemed kind but was actually cruel. He threatened Wenxi with his mother's ashes and asked her to pay back 2.4 million yuan a year. Even if Wenxi gritted his teeth, he couldn't pay back so much money.
During the time that Wen Xi and Yan Jue have been in contact, he discovered that the Yan family is not only rich but also powerful. They have their own network of contacts in City A and Kyoto, and it is easy for them to deal with the ruffians in the small county. It would be foolish not to hold on to such a powerful person.
"Hey!" Ming Yao slapped his thigh, "You are still open-minded. If you have a big thigh, you have to hug it. Damn it, while Yan Jue is crazy about you, catch those bastards and kill them. And your damn father, if he comes back to China to find you, let your husband control him and slap him hundreds of times..."
Ming Yao suddenly got so excited that he scared Wen Xi. He opened and closed his mouth and spewed out dirty words in indignation. He cursed for five or six minutes before he felt relieved.
"So when are you going to tell Yan Jue?"
Wen Xi took a deep breath, a trace of confusion flashed across his face: "I don't know, let's wait for the right opportunity."
"You know, I confessed to him..." Wen Xi said with some difficulty, "I also confessed that I was after the money. I didn't want to do that. I wanted him to see my sincerity before I confessed."
Wait a little longer, wait for the right opportunity.
There is a high probability that Yanjue will help, but as for future matters, it’s up to each of you to follow your conscience.
If they break up, Wen Xi feels that he may be sad for a long time, and maybe his heart will be a little bit empty. But he will let it go in the end. After all, love is not everything in life, and the most important thing is that he and Wen Ran live a stable life.
"That's fine. We still have a year left, so let's stabilize our relationship." Ming Yao comforted her. "Changing the subject, I specially changed my shift tomorrow to watch your live broadcast. Although I don't quite understand the content of your game, I will cheer you on from afar!"
Wen Xi was surprised: "You even specially changed my shift, Xiaoyao, you are such a nice person."
"It's such a pity that I can't watch it in person." Ming Yao curled his lips, "I can't. How can I decide whether to go to the banquet? I think it will only take a few minutes for the big boss to attend, right?"
Wen Xi shook his head: "We have discussed it. His own company is still in its infancy and is very busy. He always works overtime. But he will watch the live broadcast."
"Ah, busy man." Ming Yao sighed: "It's my first love's first world competition. It's such a pity that I can't watch him win the award in person."
"He told me that he will watch it on time tomorrow." In fact, Wen Xi doesn't take this too seriously. Whether he watches the show or not, he will work hard to win the award and bring glory to the country.
I will also try my best to give you a medal for the banquet.
"Okay, it's getting late. I have to go to work. Tell Yan Jue not to forget it."
After hanging up the video call, Wen Xi switched to the chat box with the man and sent a message, reminding him to remember to watch her live broadcast tomorrow.
As soon as the message was sent, Yanjue’s video call came in.
In the past few days, no matter how late Wenxi was busy, Yanjue always chatted with him for ten minutes, so now Wenxi was very relaxed. He lay back on the bed, hugged the pillow lazily, and spoke as intimately as usual: "Brother, remember to watch my live broadcast tomorrow."
It was about seven in the morning at Yanjue. The background was all white and it shook twice. It looked like it was in a stairwell or a corridor.
Yan Jue looked apologetic: "Sorry Wenwen, I won't be able to watch the live broadcast tomorrow."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and then asked after a while: "Why can't I see it? Is there any emergency at Mineng Technology? If you are too busy, you can go and do it first."
Yan Jue shook his head: "How can I not be busy?"
What he said was very vague, and Wen Xi felt empty inside, but he quickly thought that after all, Yan Jue was the big boss and besides Meneng Technology, he might have other companies and other things, and maybe Yan Jue really couldn't spare the time.
"Well, it's okay if you don't watch the live broadcast. I'll forward the news to you. Although I'm a little disappointed, I will try my best to get you a medal. You can also watch the replay later."
“I can’t even watch the playback.”
Wen Xi's heart suddenly went empty, and he asked helplessly: "Why can't I even watch the replay? You——"
Yan Jue's dark eyes were very calm, and Wen Xi felt a little aggrieved.
It was clearly agreed upon.
Why do you have to change your mind at the last minute?
Her pretty face was full of condemnation. Every breath she took seemed to say: Are you going to be like a heartless man and not cherish what you have? If you treat me like this, I won't be particularly angry, but I will be very sad.
Yan Jue suddenly said: "I'll give you a gift to calm you down."
Wen Xi's fierce and aggrieved glare was interrupted, and he frowned in confusion and asked softly, "What?"
He stared at the screen, but Yan Jue turned the camera of his phone over. A pure black door appeared on the screen, and a sign was hung on the door, which read [1455]
The cursive English under the doorplate is the name of this hotel.
Wen Xi froze with eyes wide open.
"Pig, do you need room service?"
The man's voice contained a smile. At the same time, clear but unhurried knocks on the door came from both the cell phone and the entrance.
The roof looked extremely familiar, the house number was exactly the same, Wen Xi was stunned for a moment. After realizing what this sentence meant, Wen Xi's heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest.
He jumped out of bed, turned around helplessly beside the bed, and then ran to open the door, where Yan Jue was standing.
Meeting that pair of cold and affectionate eyes, Wen Xi's breathing became completely disordered.
It’s all lies if you can’t watch the live broadcast and replay. The truth is that Yan Jue came to Country M to find him.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Xi. The boy had a dazed expression, like a little robot whose processor crashed because it couldn't handle the excessive messages.
But you can hear the sound of fireworks from the little robot's heart cheering.
Yan Jue was about to speak when he saw Wen Xi, who had been staring at him for a long time, slowly moving his eyes, raising his hand to touch his face in a daze, and muttering, "It's hot, it's not a dream, it's real."
Wen Xi was wearing the milky white pajamas she had worn on the Hedonie. Her black hair had grown a little longer, and was soft and fluffy, brushing against her eyebrows. Her eyelids under her translucent dark brown eyes were curved in an ignorant arc, as soft as a newborn cloud.
"you--"
Wen Xi pursed his lips, at a loss for what to say. His eyes went dark. Yan Jue lowered his head and gently touched the tip of his nose.
"Wenxi."
The skin felt slightly numb from the rubbing, and Wenxi was surrounded by the hot scent of wood.
"Come and support the world's best boyfriend live."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, unable to hide his nostalgia. Wen Xi was slightly stunned, then nodded.
It was a bit hot outside, so Yan Jue took the lead and led everyone into the house and put down his backpack.
The door was closed, the lights were on in the small room, and there were only the two of them.
A quiet, sour and ambiguous atmosphere surges.
Eyes met.
Wen Xi still felt that his soul was a little bit floating.
After seven days of not seeing each other, separated by thousands of miles and a time difference of more than ten hours, with only more than ten minutes of video chat time every day, Yan Jue was now standing in front of him alive.
Wenxi really felt like she was in another world.
Their eyes met, and Yan Jue opened his arms: "Stupid little pig who can't tell that the environment is familiar."
He lied to him not to watch the live broadcast, or even the replay, but the next second he appeared in front of him, exhausted. Wen Xi's heart was hanging in the air by the bastard Yan Jue, and he was dizzy.
In just a few minutes, my mood was like a roller coaster.
Wen Xi looked into his dark and deep eyes, sniffed, slowly moved over, hugged him, and buried her head in the man's shoulder.
Yan Jue's embrace was strong and warm, but the corners of his clothes still carried the chill from the long journey.
Wen Xi's nose was sour: "Bad thing."
Yan Jue hugged him and did not refute the title. He rubbed the back of Wen Xi's neck with his fingers.
He said cunningly: "I missed you so much that I came to see you."
He said lovingly, "I know you miss me."
"There are no vacancies in the hotel. Will Mr. Wenxi accept my stay?"
As he spoke, his chest vibrated and his heartbeat was thunderous.
The remaining anger in Wen Xi's heart completely disappeared.
"But my bed is a little small."
The bed in the hotel's single room is just a 1.2m single bed.
"What should we do then?" Yan Jue hugged him and said in a knowing tone, "There are no vacancies in the hotel. Do you want me to sleep on the street?"
Wen Xi stepped back a bit, the corners of her eyes were a little red, and she looked very aggrieved, but her eyes were sparkling.
"No, although the bed is a little small."
Wen Xi said this with a soft shy smile and blinked.
Then he buried his head in Yan Jue's arms again, and a soft voice came out from Yan Jue's mouth.
"But I want to hold you while sleeping, so it will be just right."
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