Chapter 51: Confess Your True Heart
Chapter 51
Wen Xi's sudden and fierce outburst scared everyone.
The sharp glass against his neck hurt Wen Guoqing, and the hostility in Wen Xi's eyes was genuine. His body was shaking, but his hand was firmly holding the glass bottle against Wen Guoqing's neck. His face was pale and his eyes were red, like a trapped beast at the end of its strength.
Wen Xi really dared to do it.
Wen Guoqing was horrified, his legs and feet went weak, and he staggered and fell on the sofa.
When he fell, his feet hooked on the legs of the coffee table, causing the table to shake, and the several bottles of wine that remained on the table fell completely to the ground.
Crash.
The silent room erupted into a loud noise.
Wen Guoqing collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath, with wine and blood running down his face. He reached out and touched his head, his hands were covered in blood mixed with tiny glass fragments.
"How dare you! You are committing intentional injury!" Wen Guoqing roared, "I'm going to find a lawyer to sue you!"
The room was in a mess and the shrill crying of the baby could hardly be stopped.
Wen Xi looked down at him for a while, then looked down at the half-broken bottle in his hand, and suddenly laughed very lightly.
Wen Guoqing stared at Wen Xi with a look of shock and fear, and asked, covering his head, "What are you laughing at?"
"If you have the guts, contact a lawyer right now. Let's see whether you lock me up first or I stab you to death first."
"You dare!"
Wen Xi suddenly raised his hand and smashed the half-broken bottle at Wen Guoqing.
Wen Guoqing closed his eyes in fear, but the expected pain did not come. Bang, the wine bottle hit the wall behind him and broke into pieces.
Wen Guoqing opened his eyes after surviving the disaster, and raised his head to see Wen Xi looking at him expressionlessly, with dark brown eyes that were very similar to his, slightly narrowed, looking down at him with some contempt.
"I laugh at you for being a fool who can't understand the situation, Wen Guoqing."
Wen Guoqing could no longer maintain his composure and opened his mouth to say something, but Oliver walked over quickly, hugged Joseph, who could hardly cry, and pulled him up.
The two whispered to each other and Wen Guoqing touched Joseph's forehead. Then his face changed drastically and he suddenly looked up and glared at Wen Xi.
Then he turned to look at Yan Jue who had been standing behind Wen Xi in a protective manner.
Wen Guoqing looked at Yan Jue with an expression as if he had finally found an outlet. A strange smile appeared on his face, which was very similar to Wen Xi. His smile was fake and his tone was feminine, like a poisonous snake growing in a dark place.
"Stop looking at me with such hatred. I am a bad guy, how can Wen Xi, who has half of my blood, be any better?"
Wen Xi's heart trembled, and his throat was tight and blocked: "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Do you really have to say it?"
Wen Guoqing looked at him. Even though his face was covered in blood and he looked in a miserable state, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and his tone contained an inexplicable sense of pride as if he had won the victory.
"I am hypocritical and do all kinds of evil things. My goodness...son, how much sincerity can you have towards your partner?"
The tone was light yet full of malice, and the string that was stretched thin in Wen Xi's brain suddenly broke.
"Bang--"
Wen Guoqing looked at Wen Xi's face with pride and saw his expression change drastically, with a relieved smile on his face. However, the next second, Yan Jue, who had been silent, suddenly took action. He walked straight towards Wen Guoqing and kicked him to the ground.
"ah--"
Wen Guoqing screamed and fell to the ground. Yan Jue turned and looked at Oliver.
Oliver took a step back, holding Joseph's vigilant eyes, as if Yan Jue was a wicked person: "What do you want to do!"
Yan Jue's eyes fell on the lucky charm on Joseph's neck. This was a lucky bag with a red background and gold threads that one had to go to a famous Taoist temple in City A to sincerely ask for. It was the lucky charm that Wen Xi had happily asked for to bring good luck in the competition.
But now, he was deceived by the two heartless people in front of him and hung on the neck of a child who coveted Wenxi's bone marrow.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Yan Jue sneered, "Give back what doesn't belong to you."
"you--"
Oliver looked at the banquet in astonishment.
This man had been hanging out with Wen Xi since they were on the Hedonie. At the time, Olivier thought that Wen Xi was just being kept, but he didn't expect that he would still be staying behind Wen Xi.
Because Yan Jue was too silent, they always forgot about the quarrel just now.
"It will probably hurt if I do that."
Silence does not mean restraint. Yan Jue's tone was low, cold and stern, and quite impatient. It was a notice before taking action.
Oliver took a breath, reached out to take the lucky charm, handed it to Yan Jueqian, walked around the man and looked at Wenxi, saying, "Wenxi, there's no need to be so embarrassed, it's just a lucky charm."
"What if I gave it to Joseph?"
Just a lucky charm.
Just a little bit of bone marrow.
Yan Jue lowered his eyes, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the lucky charm.
The flames licked the lucky bag. Yan Jue sneered and threw it straight at Wen Guoqing who was lying on the ground, in front of the horrified eyes of Oliver and Wen Guoqing.
Wen Guoqing kicked his legs and dodged quickly, and the flame fell to the ground, right in the middle of a wine stain on the tile floor.
Sparks collided with the alcohol, and suddenly a burst of flames rose up.
In the raging fire, Yan Jue looked down at Wen Guoqing who was lying on the ground.
"Wen Guoqing, if you have time to sow discord, why don't you think about how to explain to your wife that you have a mistress."
"And the mansion in California that you bought for her last month using company funds."
In just six or seven seconds, the lucky charm was burned to ashes in the flames, leaving only a mess on the ground.
Oliver stared at Wen Guoqing in disbelief. The man who collapsed to the ground looked pale.
"He's talking nonsense!"
"Wenxi, you and he are both crazy!"
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It was obvious that Wen Guoqing was trying to hide something, so Oliver pulled him away with a gloomy face.
Their argument was so intense that the hotel staff came to check it out.
The floor was a mess, with broken bottles and glasses all over the tiled floor, and even traces of fire.
The staff looked at each other and didn't dare to step forward.
Wen Xi ignored the people watching in the corridor. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes falling on the bank card that fell among the glass fragments at his feet, and his shoulders slowly drooped.
Wen Guoqing is not dead, and he seems to have 10 million, but now he seems to have nothing.
The stable life that seemed to be possible with hard work was gone, and the opportunity for him to confess the truth to Yan Jue in a dignified manner was gone.
In just one hour when she met Wen Guoqing again, the glimmer of happiness that Wen Xi had finally seen after three years was extinguished.
"Wenxi."
A man's frighteningly hoarse voice came from above his head.
Wen Xi looked up blankly and met Yan Jue's dark eyes.
"When you hit someone in anger, did you hurt yourself?"
Wen Xi looked at him blankly, his upper and lower lips touching unconsciously, but a huge and bitter cotton ball was choked in his throat, even more bitter than the sleeping pills he had been unable to swallow in the past.
Wen Xi was speechless.
Yan Jue did not ask any more questions, but just took his hand and stroked his palm inch by inch with his fingertips, until both hands were carefully checked and confirmed that there were no scars. Only then did Yan Jue lower his eyelids, look at him steadily, and said the second sentence.
"I didn't hurt myself, which was great."
Wen Xi's eyes widened, his thoughts scattered in an instant, his brain went blank, his ears were buzzing, and his vision began to blur.
Wen Xi's dim eyes were filled with tears, but she bit her lips tightly and maintained the posture of looking up at people without moving.
"I--"
Yan Jue put the gold medal around his neck.
"I believe you."
"I believe you."
"I believe you."
The banquet was repeated over and over again, and the next second, a hot tear rolled down from the corner of Wen Xi's red eyes.
Yan Jue bent down and gently kissed away the tear, his lips and tongue were hotter than the tears.
Wen Xi's heart trembled.
"Wenxi, I'm with you."
“You can be angry and you can be weak.”
Yan Jue held him in his arms and patted his back gently: "You can cry as much as you want."
Wen Xi bit her lip and looked at him, while Yan Jue's eyebrows and eyes were blurred, but he was also very close. After a while, she hummed in a hoarse voice and buried her head in Yan Jue's arms, breathing rapidly, and an unpleasant hissing sound came from her throat, as if something had finally broken through the shackles.
Wen Xi leaned against Yan Jue's strong chest and cried out.
Yan Jue hugged Wen Xi's thin body, his throat rolling with a sour feeling.
Although leaning in Yan Jue's arms, Wen Xi looked like a stray animal covered with scars, silently licking its wounds.
I was allowed to cry like a child, but because I was used to being strong, my cries were just low and distraught sobs.
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Wen Xi couldn't remember how he got back to the hotel room. When he finally gathered his thoughts, he was already sitting on the single bed.
There was some sound of water coming from the bathroom. Wen Xi looked at the ground and his brain slowly regained its senses. He stood up, found the cup and took a sip of water. His dry throat was moistened and no longer felt as painful as if it was burned by fire.
Putting down the cup of water, Wen Xi took out his cell phone and called the daycare teacher who was there during the day.
Before the call was connected, Wen Xi took a few deep breaths and tried hard to disguise his voice as normal.
"Hello, Brother Ranran. Why are you calling all of a sudden? Ranran is taking a baking class right now. Do you want to video chat with her?"
The cheerful female voice of Wen Ran, the head teacher, resounded throughout the small room through the speakerphone. Wen Xi clenched his fingers on the table until his fingertips turned white.
"No need to video chat with her. I'm overseas now and I miss her a little. I see it's windy in City A today. Ask Ranran if she's wearing something thicker."
"Put it on. It's windy today, so the life teacher filled the children's clothes. Brother Ranran, don't worry."
"Well," Wen Xi breathed a sigh of relief, chatted briefly for a few words, and instructed: "I will contact you when I return to China. Don't let Wen Ran see anyone during this period. I'm afraid there are bad people."
Teacher: "Okay, okay, I understand. It's normal to worry a little when you are abroad. You can rest assured that Xiu Lun is taking care of the children. I will hang up now if Brother Ran Ran is fine and continue teaching the children."
"Yeah." Wen Xi pursed her lips: "Thank you for your hard work."
After hanging up the phone, the biggest stone that had been weighing on my heart fell to the ground temporarily.
I don't know when the sound of running water in the room stopped. It was quiet with only the sound of breathing.
Wen Xi put his phone on the table and straightened it. He heard footsteps behind him. He tapped his fingertips helplessly and turned to look Shang Yanjue in the eye.
"Are you making sure your sister is safe?"
It's a question, but it's a calm, declarative tone.
Even though they had known each other for such a long time and had even confirmed their relationship, Wen Xi had never told Yan Jue about Wen Ran. He had originally planned to tell them about it later, but now he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only lower his eyes and nod.
"Um."
The light above his head was bright, and the man's tall figure blocked the light, so it was not dazzling.
The fingertips that were pinching unconsciously were pinched open by someone, and Yan Jue took his hand and sat on the bed.
Except for the first meeting, Wen Xi, who was dressed as a girl, carefully tried to please Yan Jue in order to be his first customer and put himself in a lower position. After that, Yan Jue never looked down on him. In the way the two people get along, it is the seemingly passive Wen Xi who holds the initiative.
Yan Jue has high brows and a high nose bridge, with prominent bones and sharp edges. Although he is handsome, he actually looks very fierce when he has no expression. The first time Wen Xi saw him, he didn't dare to move. Not only because Yan Jue was rich and he was afraid he couldn't afford to pay, but also because of his intimidating temperament.
Normally, if he was holding back, the stranger might be able to suppress his fear and say a few words to him, but Yan Jue's eyes were sharp and ruthless, and he wiped his face with a frown. The stranger probably didn't have the courage to talk to him.
Yan Jue kicked Wen Guoqing and burned the lucky charm in front of them. His ruthlessness not only scared Wen Guoqing and Oliver, but also stunned Wen Xi.
But even though he is such a fierce person, the look in his eyes now is full of heartache.
Although he had clearly seen how miserable he looked, Yan Jue still half-knelt in front of him and wiped the marks on his eyes with a wet and cold towel. His movements were gentle and his eyes were focused and calm, as if he was a precious and fragile treasure.
When Wen Xi's soft fingertips rested on the corner of Yan Jue's eyes, Yan Jue paused in his action of wiping Wen Xi's tears.
The boy's fingertips were slightly cool, and he rubbed them slowly from the end of his eye to the center of his eyebrows. Yan Jue paused, withdrew his hand, and raised his eyelids to look at Wen Xi.
Wenxi had dark circles around her eyes, and her nose and ears still had red marks from crying. Her eyelids were a little swollen, and her soft, fluffy black hair drooped down listlessly. Although her face was wiped clean, she still looked lost. The small black mole on the tip of her nose was no longer cute, but instead looked wrinkled.
The moment he looked into Yan Jue's eyes, Wen Xi's deep brown fox eyes drooped slightly. Her eyes, which were always bright and sparkling, were now dry and red, revealing unspeakable confusion.
And a cautious attitude from the heart.
"Why...why didn't you ask me?"
Yan Jue knelt on one knee in front of him, just like the previous times when he knew nothing, with a calm and steady look in his eyes: "What should I ask you?"
"Ask..." Wen Xi couldn't say it. He wanted to take his hand back, but the next second his hand was held tightly by someone.
Yan Jue shook his head gently at him: "Don't worry, wait until you are more calm, then we can talk about it."
Wen Xi paused for a moment, his heart aching. He met the man's dark eyes and spoke after a while: "Actually, Wen Guoqing is right. I was not sincere to you at the beginning."
The room suddenly became quiet.
Wen Xi swallowed the air and said with difficulty: "But I am planning to tell you the truth."
Yan Jue touched Wen Xi's cheek: "So you want to talk about it now? Are you really calm?"
Wenxi nodded.
Yan Jue stood up and put the towel aside. He pulled over a bench and sat opposite Wen Xi. He looked him in the eye and held his hand: "Go ahead. I'm listening."
Wen Xi took a deep breath and confessed to Yan Jue with some difficulty.
"Wen Guoqing went bankrupt in his investment and thought of gambling to make money, but he kept losing money and had to sell everything at home. My mother worked too hard and got cancer. She had no money to treat the disease and finally... died of pain."
"I hid the property title deed, and Wen Guoqing couldn't find it, so he ran away, leaving me and my sister Wen Ran behind. It rained hard on the day my mother passed away. The debt collectors came to collect the debt and forced me to sign a repayment contract. Wen Ran kept crying, and I was scared, so I had no choice but to accept it. In order to save money, I skipped a grade and went to college. After the debt collectors left... I went to dig out the property title deed..."
"I really don't know what to do. I can only hide in my mother's urn. No one would think that I hid the property certificate in the grave... This is the only way I can do..."
Wen Xi was breathing rapidly, eyes full of pain: "I dug up my mother's grave, and she died without peace. I was so scared that I didn't even wait until the seventh day. I begged the secretary to sell the house and ran away with Ranran."
The cold air from the air conditioner in the room rushed into Wen Xi's throat. He looked at Yan Jue's stunned eyes, and he was not sure whether he was stating the facts or trying to gain sympathy by describing his tragic past in detail.
Wen Xi pinched her knee in pain: "They threatened me that if I didn't pay back the money, they would dig out my mother's ashes and scatter them. I had no choice but to start working. But I was too timid. I only took Ran Ran with me. I forgot to take my mother with me. I didn't even dare to go back to see her."
The door of the room where Wen Xi and Wen Guoqing had quarreled was not closed tightly, so Yan Jue heard a lot of the quarrel between the two. He had a rough guess about Wen Xi's past, but now after hearing Wen Xi's confession with his own ears, Yan Jue was in so much pain that he almost couldn't move.
Just a few words of description can make one feel the immense pain. It is hard to imagine how Wen Xi, who had to raise a younger sister, study and pay off a huge debt that did not even belong to him, spent his three years as a minor.
Wenxi's hands were clenched tightly, and the man's hot body temperature made her palms sweat.
He took a deep breath, licked his dry lips, and continued, "They originally wanted 30,000 a month, and I gritted my teeth and thought I could pay it back. But after I became an adult, they changed their mind and asked me to pay back 2.4 million within a year, otherwise they would take action against Wen Ran. Although the salary at Niye Club is very high, I think it is impossible for me to earn that much in a year."
Wen Xi stared at them without blinking, his eyes were dry, he swallowed silently, and a bitter taste of rust lingered in his throat.
"You just happened to show up, so I deliberately tried to please you and get close to you. I wanted you to give me money."
As Wen Xi spoke, he felt more and more that he was a bad boy. It seemed that he really was just like Wen Guoqing said, bleeding the same dirty blood and being unscrupulous in achieving his goals.
Wen Xi wanted to pull her hand away from Yan Jue's hand, but she couldn't: "You asked me if I wanted to be a liar, and I jokingly said no, but I did hide it from you at the beginning-"
"It doesn't matter," Yan Jue interrupted him, "I don't care."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, grabbed Yan Jue's wrist, and asked anxiously, looking into Yan Jue's eyes, "Why, why don't you care?"
“Isn’t sincerity the most important thing in love?”
"But I wasn't sincere at first. I approached you for money."
There was no blame in Yan Jue's eyes, only heartache could be found in his dark pupils.
Yan Jue rubbed the back of his hand and stared at Wen Xi without blinking, "As long as you are by my side, it's fine. I can feel that you are slowly liking me, right?"
"I love you, and I can wait for you to love me slowly." As he spoke, he raised the golden medal hanging on his chest and held Wen Xi's hand together. The cool touch was transmitted to the skin of both of them.
Slowly, the temperatureless medal also took on the warmth of the two people's palms.
"Now, it's successful, isn't it?"
Wen Xi wanted to control her emotions and tried her best to speak decently, but tears kept falling from her eyes.
"But I—Yanzhi—"
"I am a half-hearted liar—"
The hot tears fell on the back of his hand, very hot. Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe them away, but the more he wiped, the more tears came out, as if all the tears of a lifetime wanted to flow out in one breath.
The better Yan Jue treats him, the more self-doubt and self-loathing Wen Xi feels, and a strong sense of unworthiness sweeps over his heart.
The grievance that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to rebound and want to swallow Wen Xi. His breathing became rapid and his voice trembled.
"But I'm a liar—"
"Cheaters can also..."
“Is he worthy of being loved too?”
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