Chapter 53: Banquet Crying
Chapter 53
Wen Xi experienced the great joy of winning the world championship that day, but also endured the great sorrow of meeting Wen Guoqing again and finding that the other party was only after his bone marrow. He was afraid and shocked, and his sanity collapsed several times.
But fortunately, Yan Jue's undisguised, almost fanatical emotions and his passionate yet tender kiss all conveyed to Wen Xi the signal of trust that "you deserve to be loved", completely saving his uneasy heart from the quagmire of self-doubt and self-loathing.
Wen Xi indulged in Yan Jue's restrained and loving kiss. Along with the relaxation of his emotions came tiredness and sleepiness. The exhausting crying took up most of his energy. In Yan Jue's arms, rocking him like a child, Wen Xi fell asleep unknowingly, just like in the past, yet different from the past, completely and defenselessly relying on the second person other than himself.
Wen Xi slept very uneasily and had many chaotic dreams. He dreamed of the time when his mother and Wen Guoqing took him to the amusement park when he was a child, a time so long ago that he had no recollection of it. He also dreamed of the extremely severe thunderstorm on the night his mother died, which flooded and destroyed the lotus pond, and of the bitter pills he vomited all over the floor without swallowing.
At the end of the dream, Wen Guoqing fell to the ground with a knife in his heart, and his hands were covered with blood.
The dream was full of chaotic fragments, good and bad mixed together. Wen Xi felt like he was about to drown in a bottomless quagmire.
The silent and depressing feeling squeezed his heart, making it almost impossible to breathe. He struggled hard, and when the mud almost covered his mouth and nose, the sound of keyboard and mouse tapping suddenly reached his ears.
The feeling of suffocation suddenly dissipated like the tide receding. Wen Xi's chest heaved violently, and he took a deep breath, finally waking up from the nightmare.
The moment he woke up, Wen Xi felt something wet on his cheek. His hand touched the wet pillow. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized that he was crying because of a nightmare.
The room was dark, with only the faint sound of keyboard tapping. Wen Xi turned around and saw Yan Jue sitting at the desk in the room. The lights were not on, and the bluish-white light from the computer screen shone on the man's brows. There was no expression on his stern face, and he was indifferent and cold.
But when Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue, the stuffiness in his chest slowly subsided and he felt at ease.
He rolled up the quilt and did not speak to disturb her. He touched the mobile phone beside the pillow. The time was three o'clock in the morning. Wen Xi vaguely remembered that he was hugged by Yan Jue to sleep together, but now Yan Jue was secretly working overtime while he was sleeping.
Wen Xi felt a little sleepy but couldn't fall asleep. She closed her eyes for a long time, but finally followed her heart, threw back the quilt and got out of bed.
When he stepped on the ground, Wenxi suddenly realized that he was still wearing the clothes he wore during the day. He didn't change his clothes and went to bed dirty. Wenxi frowned, looked at the bathroom and hesitated, but still walked towards the banquet.
Yan Jue noticed that Wen Xi was awake when he lifted the quilt, but he didn't say anything. He just watched the boy sitting by the bed, rubbing his face to wake himself up. He was in a trance and lowered his head to look at his clothes. He stood by the bed for a long time, struggling to decide between changing into pajamas and coming to find him.
The boy's soft and fluffy hair was frizzy. The room was illuminated only by the cold white light of the computer. In the darkness, Wenxi's face was pale and her beautiful eyes had regained their brightness, but she squinted her eyelids sleepily. She walked slowly towards him like a confused little bear.
Yan Jue held the little bear in his hand, and Wen Xi followed his strength and sat on the edge of the bench, with his hands folded together and placed on his lower abdomen in a very proper manner. The light from the computer screen was a little dazzling, and Wen Xi squinted her eyelids, looked at him and asked, "Are you working overtime?"
Yan Jue put his arm around Wen Xi's waist, his hands hanging down, his fingertips just touching the back of Wen Xi's hand, nodded, looked up at him, and said, "No, I'm sorting out the information."
Wen Xi asked uncertainly: "Are you busy with my business?"
Yan Jue did not reply, but moved closer to the computer. Wen Xi leaned over and saw the English document on the screen. The black text on a white background was a bit dazzling.
Wen Xi closed his eyes and opened them again. Yan Jue had lowered the screen brightness a lot, making it very suitable for people who had just woken up.
There are two copies of this document.
The first one contains personal identity information about Wen Guoqing in Country M, his social network, and general information about his second wife and her family company; the second one contains information about the illegal loan company in Yongning Town.
The content was not very long, and it was obvious that the collection was limited, but it had been less than eight hours since the incident. Yan Jue had not even slept, and was just sorting out the litigation materials.
Wen Xi's throat was choked and he lowered his head. Although Yan Jue was very close to him, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
The corner of his eye was wiped by a finger, and Yan Jue's finger was cooled by the air-conditioning. When it fell on his face, Wen Xi felt like being pecked by a small fish.
Wenxi looked at Yanjue. The man's eyes and eyebrows were a little unclear in the dim light. He spoke in a low voice, word by word: "Wenxi, why are you crying again?"
"I am touched," Wen Xi looked at him and blinked hard, her vision became clear, and she said sincerely, "Yan Jue, you are the best and kindest person I have ever met."
Yan Jue raised his eyebrows.
Wen Xi suddenly reached out and grasped the man's left wrist, with it covering her chest. Her tense face still had red marks from the wrinkles of the pillow, but her tone was firm: "I have already started to learn to be a good person, so I am telling the truth."
The palm of his hand was pressed intimately against the boy's chest, and his hand could feel his rapid heartbeat, as if proving the truth of his owner's words.
Yan Jue looked at him, and the fingertips of his right hand unconsciously tapped Wen Xi's lower abdomen, and said, "Now you know I'm a good person, Wen Xiaozhu."
Wen Xi let go of his hand with satisfaction, and Yan Jue's throat rolled down.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the WeChat icon on the computer taskbar had turned red. Wen Xi turned back to look at Yan Jue, and the man nodded at him: "Nothing, you can look at it."
Wen Xi hesitated for a moment, but still followed his curiosity and clicked on the WeChat icon. At a glance, the contact avatar at the top was two fish cuddling together, so Yan Jue set him as the top contact.
Further down, there is the contact person marked in red, with the note of the other party being "Chi Yunfan", a well-known lawyer in the domestic legal circle. Even Wen Xi, a science student, has heard of this lawyer who specializes in economic and criminal crimes and has never lost a case.
Wen Xi quickly browsed the chat history between the two people, and his eyes widened the more he looked.
Yan Jue addressed the other party as "Teacher's wife" and after a few pleasantries, he appointed this invincible barrister whose consultation fee was as high as 80,000 yuan per hour as his attorney for his case.
Chi Yunfan said that it would be easy to win the case, but Wenxi needed to provide some evidence of being coerced. Yanjue replied that it would take some time to get the information from Country M, and the evidence of Wenxi being blackmailed needed to be collected after returning to China.
After reading the message, Wen Xi turned back to Yan Jue and asked, "Do you have Blue Cat Cloud Drive?"
Yan Jue said, "Yes."
"That's good. I have some evidence that should come in handy."
Wen Xi stood up, went back to the bed, fumbled for his cell phone, turned around and came back, this time he stood next to Yan Jue.
In front of Yan Jue, Wen Xi logged into his Blue Cat cloud disk account and retrieved a folder named [Wen Xi, persistence is victory!].
Second click, sub-file notes [310,000 in the first year] [360,000 in the second year] [330,000 in the third year] [2.4 million]
The names of these straightforward files clearly indicated what was inside. Each file was filled with densely packed recordings of phone calls, secretly filmed videos, transfer records, and other evidence that the helpless Wen Xi hoped would save him one day.
From May of 22 to June of 24.
For three whole years, more than one thousand one hundred days and nights, those unknown sad past events were revealed to the second person in full detail for the first time.
As the amount of money accumulated, the boy's emotions changed from helplessness to numbness, and from anger to despair.
Every row and every stroke is shocking.
The room was as quiet as if one had been soaked in a cold lake, stimulating the uncontrollable spasms and pain in one's flesh and internal organs.
When Wen Xi recorded these evidences for the first time, he was indignant and thought that one day he could sue these people and make them pay the price they deserved.
Although he had been taught a lesson by cruel reality for three years, his will to fight back had gradually declined, and collecting evidence had gradually become a daily procedural process. He was a little breathless under the pressure of reality, but Wen Xi still thought that it would be useful one day. It might take him five, ten, or even longer years to accumulate the confidence to fight against the evil forces, but no matter how long it took, he would fight to the end.
Yan Jue only flipped through the first year and did not continue. Wen Xi stood beside Yan Jue, quietly looking at the man's trembling fingertips on the mouse, and spoke after a while.
"Every time they asked for money, I left all the evidence I could. This is all I had. I don't know how much valid evidence I could have used to support my testimony in court."
Wen Xi dropped his hands to his sides, pinching his fingertips unconsciously, took a breath, and exhaled heavily, "It seems like there are a lot of things that can't be used, but these are all I have."
Everything that happened now was beyond Wen Xi's expectations.
Wen Xi thought that if he had known earlier that there would be someone to help him pursue justice, he should have worked harder to collect evidence over the past three years.
"Wenxi, you have done your best."
Wen Xi lowered his head, and suddenly he felt an arm around his waist. The next moment, he was tightly hugged by Yan Jue. Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then put his arms around the man's shoulders.
At this moment, an intimate hug is worth a thousand words.
On the computer screen, the WeChat icon turned red again.
Wen Xi rolled his sore eyes and was ready to reach out and push Yan Jue's shoulder, but when he moved slightly, he felt a wet feeling in his heart.
The movement of moving the body suddenly stopped. Wen Xi held Yan Jue's cheeks with both hands in disbelief and lifted his head up.
There were actually some wet traces at the corners of the man's eyes at this moment. Wen Xi touched a teardrop on Yan Jue's cheek that did not touch his heart.
Cool, but also hot
When their eyes met, Wen Xi felt a beating in his heart. He could no longer hear or think of anything.
There was only one thought in my mind -
Yan Jue, who had always been patient and restrained and always acted rationally, actually cried for him. He cried just by looking at the evidence.
Wen Xi kept caressing Yan Jue's cheek and whispered, "Why are you crying?"
Yan Jue looked at him without saying a word.
The water on Wenxi's fingertips dried up, he rubbed his fingertips, leaned over, and slowly buried his face in Yanjue's shoulder.
"It's okay, Yanjue. I'm not in pain and I'm not scared anymore."
The voice is muffled and slow, but it comforts others considerately.
"I am very strong, you have to be strong too and follow my footsteps."
Yan Jue's throat rolled with difficulty, and he hugged Wen Xi in his arms and whispered for a while.
“Super strong.”
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