Chapter 65: Xiong Jing Himself
Chapter 65
Yan Jue touched the back of Wen Xi's hand, which was a little cold. He held Wen Xi's hand, lowered his head and said, "Your hand is a little cold. I came a little late."
"No," Wen Xi clasped his hands, interlocking his fingers. He stared at Yan Jue, "Just in time, I finished talking to... Mom, and you arrived."
Hearing Wen Xi calling Zhu Chengyu mom, Yan Jue's eyebrows relaxed slightly, a hint of surprise flashed across his dark eyes. He pinched the back of Wen Xi's hand and said, "Did mom give you the check? You look a little unhappy."
"Unfortunately, she didn't give me a check, so we can't split it in half," Wen Xi tried to speak in a casual tone and said, "She told me a little about your childhood."
Yan Jue looked somewhat indifferent, and said in a light tone, "Really?"
Although Zhu Chengyu said that there was no need to tell Yan Jue the content of their conversation, Wen Xi did not intend to do as she said.
"She knows that she didn't care enough about you, and she also understands that the scars of the past cannot be erased, but she hopes that your future life will be smooth. So she asks me to be with you forever, to be your new family, and to accompany each other."
Yan Jue was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyelids drooping, his dark eyes so deep that it was impossible to read the emotion in them.
Wen Xi loosened their clenched hands and covered the man's cheeks with both hands. The slightly cool palms pressed against his cheeks slowly generated warmth.
Yan Jue lowered his head following the force. The distance between their faces was very close. He could clearly see the soft, light hairs on the tip of Wen Xi's nose, as well as the seriousness that came from the heart on her clean little face.
The emotions on Wenxi's face were too obvious. The tip of his nose and the circles around his eyes were a little red. His eyes were flickering with an emotion that he tried hard to conceal but couldn't. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was filled with heartache, anger, and powerless frustration.
"She said not to tell you these things, but I always feel that you have the right to know about the content of today's conversation."
"You can't decide your blood relatives, but you can control your future. You've done a lot for me, and I want to work hard for you, too."
Wen Xi took a deep breath, and the fingertips that were touching the man's face gently touched the corner of Yan Jue's eyes, and said quite seriously: "So I promised her that while our feelings are still there, we will live a good life and be together well."
The moment his eyes met Yan Jue's, he clearly felt the body on the other side become stiff, which lasted for a second or two. Wen Xi felt a moist touch on his fingertips, but before he could figure out what was going on, Yan Jue lowered his head and hugged him.
"How long can you stay with me?" Yan Jue's voice sounded a little weak and tense.
Wen Xi was quiet for a moment, raised her hands and put them around Yan Jue's waist, and said softly: "As long as you still like me, I will always be with you. You know, if you treat me well, I will treat you well too."
Yan Jue buried his head in Wen Xi's neck, breathing tremblingly on the boy's neck.
"So soft-hearted."
After a while, he looked up, Yan Jue's eyes were a little red, his eyelids drooped, his eyes were deep, and the possessiveness in them was so strong that it almost turned into substance.
He always spoke very bluntly, and at this moment too, he said in a low voice, "It will be a very, very long time."
The man's hair was a little messy because of his hurried pace. Wen Xi looked at him and blinked. He raised his hand to brush away the hair covering Yan Jue's eyebrows and said in a light tone: "Then it will take a very long time."
The expected answer.
At this moment, Wen Xi's fingers had already landed on Yan Yu's chest and were pressed against him. Under his palm was Peng Ran's powerful heartbeat, which almost hit Wen Xi's palm.
Yan Jue was like a bird without legs that could only fly continuously, constantly running and escaping. At this moment, the lonely bird who was afraid of intimacy finally found its own place to stay in a sea of small waves.
The calm that had lasted for a long time finally shattered into powder in the enthusiastic promise, and lightly fell into Wenxi's bright eyes.
The young man tilted his head and murmured in surprise, "Yan Jue, your heart is beating so fast."
Eyes met.
Yan Jue lowered his head and kissed Wen Xi's lips, prying open the soft lips and entwining his wet tongue, eagerly and eagerly absorbing the saliva, quenching his empty and unbearable thirst and extinguishing his gloomy and morbid fire.
The man's breathing was disordered, and his thumb on the back of his neck rubbed roughly the bite mark that had not yet completely faded, his movements were fierce and urgent.
Wen Xi was startled by Yan Jue's sudden and violent kiss. Her eyes widened and she looked into Yan Jue's slightly narrowed and dark eyes. Her scalp tingled and her heart beat rapidly.
With almost no hesitation, Wen Xi put her arms around Yan Jue's neck, humming sweetly and intimately, allowing him to do evil as he pleased.
Yan Jue now really wanted to drown in this sea of soft-heartedness.
*
The quiet tea room was filled with the sound of water being stirred by sticky and ambiguous lips and tongues.
Wen Xi's broken breathing sounds pitiful, but his intermittent hums make people want to bully him irresistibly.
Before the heart-to-heart talk, Wen Xi expected that Yan Jue might be more excited than usual, but he really didn't expect Yan Jue to be so agitated.
After her unknown side was exposed, Yan Jue no longer suppressed her desire for him. Everything in her mouth was plundered, including her tongue, saliva, and even the air.
The teacup was placed against his lips as he swallowed the tea. The gurgling sound made Wen Xi inevitably recall the time when they were kissing. Yan Jue made the gurgling sound of saliva swallowed by a beast that had been thirsty for three days.
After drinking three cups of warm tea, Wen Xi's feeling of dry mouth was finally suppressed.
"Are you still thirsty?" Yan Jue brought another glass of water.
Wen Xi blinked slowly, and squeezed the teacup with his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned red. He lifted his eyelids and looked at the calm man in front of him. His throat rolled and his voice was a little hoarse and weak: "No more... drink it yourself."
Yan Jue raised his hand and drank the small cup of tea. His throat rolled and the shallow teeth marks on his neck rose and fell. Wen Xi moved his eyes. Seeing that Yan Jue had only drunk a small cup, he was about to pour more water for the man, but Yan Jue raised his hand.
"Not drinking anymore?"
Yan Jue looked at him and said calmly, "I'm not thirsty."
After three seconds of silence, Wen Xi suddenly realized why Yan Jue was not thirsty. His face, which had not yet subsided from the heat, suddenly turned red again, his eyelashes blinked rapidly, and the undrinkable tea in the cup in his hand turned into tears of shame in his eyes.
Wen Xi stared at Yan Jue, wanting to scold him but too embarrassed to say so. Finally, he angrily accused: "If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. I don't care if you are thirsty!"
"I'm going to find my mother now," Wen Xi said as he put the cup on the table, stood up, and looked like he was about to run with red ears.
As soon as I took a step forward, my wrist was firmly grasped.
Looking back, I met Yan Jue's eyes, which were calm and focused.
Wen Xi paused, Yan Jue held his wrist and walked to a position where he was only one step away from him. He lowered his head and looked at him quietly. His dark eyes were occupied by Wen Xi's figure, as if looking at him hundreds of times would not satisfy him.
Yan Jue's fingertips were about to fall on Wen Xi's face. There was an ambiguous pink on her fair face, her eyes were shy but enthusiastic, and a naughty strand of hair fell on her slightly parted red lips.
Yan Jue lowered his head, breathing alternately, and Wen Xi nervously waited for the man's next move. He could tell from Yan Jue's eyes that the man really wanted to kiss him, but in the end Yan Jue just gently flicked the black hair that fell on his lips with his fingertips.
"Let's go together."
The voice was calm, but the clenched wrists could not hide the passion/desire.
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then reacted, struggled with her wrist being held, interlocked her fingers with her backhand, and then shook it childishly, commenting: "Boss Yan is a little clingy."
"You found me."
Wen Xi raised her chin towards Yan Jue, her wet lips curled up in a proud arc: "Then let's go together."
*
Wen Xi followed Yan Jue around the huge house, turning many corners and it took five or six minutes before they arrived at the kitchen.
The door of the semi-enclosed kitchen was not closed, and Zhu Chengyu's busy back could be seen from outside the door. She was tall and wore an apron with small floral patterns. The hem of her beige skirt swayed slightly as she walked, and her mechanical prosthesis was particularly eye-catching.
On the way here, Wen Xi already knew that Zhu Chengyu's right leg was amputated due to a car accident. After losing her right leg, she did not become depressed, but actively recovered and embarked on the journey of an adventurer.
Yan Jue said that when he was a child, he complained about why his parents didn’t accompany him. When he grew up, he realized that people are first themselves, an independent individual, and then parents/children.
My thinking matured, and I gradually maintained a distant but harmonious relationship with my family.
Now is the best state.
Yan Jue works in the field of medical technology. The latest bionic intelligent prosthesis he developed is probably for Zhu Chengyu, and his parents are also trying to ease their relationship. Zhu Chengyu is good to Wen Xi, fundamentally for Yan Jue's own good.
The light in the kitchen was warm, and from behind, Zhu Chengyu's loving motherly nature could hardly be concealed.
Wen Xi looked at the back and inevitably thought of his mother Yan Yili. He hadn't dreamed of Yan Yili for a long time, and he could no longer remember the taste of the food his mother cooked.
Zhu Chengyu was discussing with the kitchen aunt about cutting meat for braised pork. Wen Xi's eyes were a little sore. He stared at Zhu Chengyu's movements intently and whispered, "When my mother first saw me, she noticed that my hands were cold, just like you, and then she covered my hands. She asked me to call her mother. I was nervous, surprised, and scared at the same time. I was so excited that I couldn't stand."
"Later, she told me some stories about your childhood. I felt bad and secretly deducted points from my mother. But later, she sincerely asked us to be nice, so I couldn't help but give her points back."
"I was very confused at the time, and I didn't treat her very well in the end," Wen Xi rubbed his eyes, his voice a little muffled: "I regret it a little, I feel that I was very rude."
Wenxi frowned, holding Yanjue's wrist, and said in a confused manner: "Mom is making braised pork for me now, and I feel like a bad child."
The little cabbage on Wenxi's hoodie was leaning against his fair face, wrinkling its little face, with a timid look of desire and guilt in its eyes, and looking dejected like a cabbage hit by frost.
Yan Jue now deeply regretted not explaining the relationship between himself and his parents to Wen Xi in advance. He rolled his throat and looked at Zhu Chengyu, then turned back and gently pinched the back of Wen Xi's hand, shaking his head and said, "Mom won't be angry. You are angry with her because of what happened when I was a child, but in her eyes, it is a sign that you really like me. She likes your reaction. Even if we don't have this relationship, she will still like smart and beautiful children."
Wen Xi looked at him, her frowning brows relaxed a little, but she still asked worriedly, "Really?"
Yan Jue lowered his head and put his head against his, saying, "I won't lie to pigs."
Wen Xi was relieved now. He turned his head and looked towards the kitchen. The scene of preparing New Year's Eve dinner with Yan Yili when he was a child emerged in his mind. His heart ached. He said hesitantly, "Yanjue, I have a mother again. I want to cook with her."
Yan Jue looked at his eager look, touched Wen Xi's face, and encouraged her, "She likes you very much, I promise. You can act like a spoiled child with your mother, go and tell her what you think."
As he spoke, he took Wen Xi to the kitchen door. Zhu Chengyu was just two steps away. He could see the two people at the door as long as he turned his head. Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue a little panicked. The man patted his back and nodded heavily.
Wen Xi took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen with a bit stiff movements.
Zhu Chengyu raised her eyes and saw the kitchen auntie giving her a look, realizing someone was coming. She turned around and saw Wen Xi with his hands hanging by his sides, looking a little uneasy, but there was an unignorable gleam of desire in his bright fox eyes.
She stopped cutting the meat and said, "What's wrong, Wenwen?"
Zhu Chengyu's expression didn't actually change much, but Wen Xi could feel that the woman wasn't dissatisfied with his impolite attitude.
After relaxing a little, Wen Xi looked into Zhu Chengyu's calm black eyes, mustered up her courage, and said, "Mom, I want to cook with you."
He nervously watched every inch of Zhu Chengyu's expression. The man opposite was surprised by his loud and fearless request for cooking, and then a loving smile appeared in his eyes.
"Of course you can," Zhu Chengyu smiled and pointed at the faucet, signaling Wenxi to wash his hands, and said with some emotion: "The youngest son is indeed more sensible than the eldest son. He knows how to care for his mother."
This sentence was obviously said deliberately to put Wenxi at ease.
Wen Xi's face slowly turned red, and she couldn't help setting off little fireworks in her heart. She carefully picked the small green vegetables that Zhu Chengyu handed to her.
There were four dishes and a soup, and the mother and her two children sat around the table and finished the dinner in a harmonious atmosphere.
Zhu Chengyu is old after all, and he has to catch a flight to Antarctica early tomorrow morning. After eating and resting for a while, he prepared to go back to his room to rest.
Before they parted, Zhu Chengyu used the excuse that the next time they met might be at the end of the year and he would miss each other after being apart for a long time, so he hugged Xia Yanjue and Wenxi.
Zhu Chengyu gently patted Wenxi's back and spoke as if whispering, "I like you very much, Wenxi. Everything you did today was beyond my imagination."
The regret hidden deep in her heart was keenly discovered, and Wen Xi's voice was a little stuttering: "...Mom."
Zhu Chengyu smiled at him and said, "Have a sweet dream tonight, my good child."
Yan Yili often said this when he was coaxing Wen Xi to sleep. Wen Xi's eyes widened, his eye circles suddenly turned red, and his throat seemed to be choked by a ball of cotton. He nodded with sobs.
Zhu Chengyu went back to her room. Wen Xi kept watching her back until she disappeared. His eyes felt sore. He lowered his head reluctantly and said, "I haven't heard this sentence for a long time."
Yan Jue lowered his eyes to look at the tip of the boy's twitching nose, raised his hands to hug him, Wen Xi pressed her cheek against the man's chest, listened to his strong and steady heartbeat, sniffed, and said in a muffled voice: "Thank you, Yan Jue. I have a mother again."
"Well, mommy has a good son now," Yan Jue said calmly and steadily. Wen Xi finally calmed down a little. The man suddenly reached out and pinched the tip of his nose, which quickly turned red. He said, "Red-nosed pig."
Wenxi snorted and buried him in her arms, not letting him see her nose.
The two hugged each other tightly for a while, and Wen Xi felt someone patted her lower back.
"Sleep in the old house today. I'll show you my room in high school."
Wen Xi looked up and asked curiously, "Didn't you live there in high school? Didn't you live there in college?"
"The high school is nearby, but the university is too far, so we moved to a new house. At the end of the year, we always go to a big house in Beijing, so we hardly have a chance to come here." Yan Jue said as he played with the hair on the back of Wen Xi's head, rolling it into a circle with his fingers, and then loosening it to make a wool curl.
Wenxi was in a very good mood now, so she let him mess around. She rested her chin on Yan's mouth, and looked up at the mature, masculine, cold, and handsome face in front of her. She couldn't imagine what high school was like, so she said excitedly, "Do you have any photos? I want to see what you looked like in high school."
Yan Jue rolled up the last curl: "There seems to be a photo album? I can't quite remember where I put it. Let's go up and look through it."
Hearing that there really was one, Wenxi stood up immediately, took Yanjue's wrist, and said impatiently: "Then let's go up quickly."
Why are you so excited about the high school banquet?
Yan Jue, who had graduated from high school ten years ago, had a subtle expression and couldn't help but feel jealous.
*
The banquet room was in the annex building, and the entire three-story villa was his.
The decoration style of the president's banquet room is minimalist. Wen Xi saw the fresh color scheme in front of him, which looked like a bedroom in the style of a youthful campus male protagonist, and felt very novel.
"Did you put this on yourself?"
Yan Jue, who hadn't been back home for ten years, looked at the room in front of him, which had an old-fashioned style and a youthful atmosphere, and twitched his mouth. "No, my mother pretended. She thought warm colors would be good for my physical and mental health and open my heart."
Wen Xi thought of what Zhu Chengyu said about Yan Jue becoming more lively and cheerful after meeting Cen Tan in high school, and nodded in agreement: "I think it worked."
Yan Jue was silent for a moment, then nodded with some difficulty: "Maybe."
There were some award certificates and trophies placed in the room, and apart from the bright colors, the layout was not much different from that of Park Hyatt Manor.
Yan Jue took out a photo album from the desk cabinet, wiped the cover with a wet tissue, and handed it to Wen Xi.
Wen Xi held the photo album as if he had caught a magic book, and placed it neatly on the table. He did not open it immediately, but instead, as if performing some mysterious ritual, he clasped his hands together on his chest and murmured, "Yan Jue, I'm so excited now!!! I can see you from ten years ago soon!"
Yan Jue felt mixed emotions as he looked at the pig whose ears turned red with excitement.
On the one hand, she was happy that Wen Xi liked her so much, but on the other hand, she was unhappy about why the banquet decision from ten years ago could make Wen Xi so excited even though they had never met.
Wen Xi had no idea what was going on in Yan Jue's mind. After all, he always had a blank expression on his face and it was hard to tell what emotions he was feeling.
Opening the first page of the album, there is a high school entrance photo. The young Yan Jue is wearing a black and gold college style uniform. He is leaning lazily on the seat, twirling a pen in his hand. His figure is a little thinner than it is now. It is probably a photo that was taken unexpectedly. The look in his eyes when he looks up at the camera is very aggressive. He has a high nose bridge, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his temperament is more like a fledgling young wolf.
There is a note written in flamboyant handwriting under this photo: Zheng Yuting (The Most Affectionate Foreign Language) taken in 2012.
"It was filmed in 2012. What were you doing then?"
"First year of high school." Yan Jue looked at Zheng Yuting's signature and felt that he was born to be non-mainstream.
Wen Xi calculated and said in surprise: "I was born in 2006. When you were in the first year of high school, I was six years old and just in the first grade!"
After graduating from high school, Wenxi is only in the third grade.
“…”
Why is there such a big age difference of ten years when converting between elementary school and middle school?
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Xi's childish fair face, and fell into deep silence. He touched the hair on the back of Wen Xi's head and said nothing.
Every time Wen Xi turns a page, it is like opening a blind box, seeing Yan Jue of different ages, from sixteen to eighteen years old. Under each photo there is a record of the time, place and photographer. Basically, they were taken by Cen Tan and Zheng Yuting. The photos taken by the brothers can reflect the most real appearance of the young Yan Jue.
Turning to the last page of the photo album, Yan Jue's temperament gradually matured, step by step approaching his current rational and cold appearance.
But it was still different. After Wen Xi flipped through a few pictures, he couldn't help but look up at Yan Jue's current face for comparison.
Although their faces are cold and fierce, the male Gao Yanjue looks really different. He has a kind of youthful handsomeness.
The most spirited photo is a group photo of the three brothers holding up their college acceptance letters. Yan Jue was lazily wearing a black and gold uniform jacket, and seemed to be forced to make a scissors hand gesture, looking at the camera expressionlessly for the photo.
Wenxi took out this photo separately and placed it in front of Yanjue's face, comparing and examining it carefully. Then, looking into Yanjue's dark eyes, he said thoughtfully, "Yanjue, you were so handsome in high school! I feel like you were really young and immature before."
After he finished speaking, he expected Yan Jue to say something, but Yan Jue's face seemed to become even colder. Wen Xi blinked in confusion, and Yan Jue suddenly reached out and pulled the photo out of Wen Xi's hand and put it on the table.
Wen Xi was startled by him, stared at him blankly, and said, "What's wrong?"
"You prefer the smaller one?"
The tone sounded a little unhappy.
Wen Xi took a long time to react before he understood the meaning of this question. He looked at Yan Jue, who was jealous of himself, speechless. He opened and closed his mouth weakly for a long time before he asked dryly, "Why are you jealous of yourself? Isn't it all your fault?"
"That's different, he's smaller and younger."
Yan Jue spoke with confidence, and he didn't seem to feel embarrassed to compete with his former self across time and space.
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue in shock. The man's eyes were deep. Yan Jue, who was ten years younger than him, had a sense of crisis, as if saying "I have to be wary of all male creatures except the current me".
Wenxi was touched and a little amused. She raised her hand to close the photo album, and shoved herself into Yanjue's arms, hugging him tightly. She tilted her head back and kissed his chin like a chicken pecking at rice, and said in a soft voice, "The 18-year-old Wenxi likes the 28-year-old Yanjue the most."
Wenxi hugged Yanjue's neck and rubbed his ears, imitating the way Yanjue encouraged him in the past, and said, "Have some confidence in yourself, Yanjue."
Yan Jue pinched Wen Xi's ears, "Little Pig won't lie, right?"
"How could that be? I'm a good person, have you forgotten?" Wen Xi said, and then gave Yan Jue a solid kiss on the side of the face with a "bo" sound.
"Did you hear that?" Wen Xi said as he shook Yan Jue's neck to make him sober up.
Wen Xi is now almost hanging on Yan Jue. With his unremitting efforts, the two of them have become two water plants shaking their heads together.
"I heard it." Yan Jue stretched out his hands and pinched Wen Xi's cheeks. His hands were so strong that his fair face was pinched together. Wen Xi's face was full of disbelief, and he stammered, "Yan Jue... um... why are you pinching me?"
Wen Xi was brutally murdered and forced to turn into a little red chicken beak. Now he looks a bit like the little fat red-beaked fish in his avatar.
The culprit, Yan Dejian, was in a good mood. He bent down and kissed her with ease, saying, "Suck the fish."
Wen Xi blinked in confusion, not really understanding the old man's jumping thoughts.
*
Two people were kissing when an urgent phone call broke the sweet atmosphere in the room.
The boss who left early was called back by his assistant to urgently deal with documents that were not completed today but would be needed tomorrow.
The two people looked at each other.
Wen Xi, who was being held on the table and kissed without realizing it, kicked Yan Jue's calf awkwardly and pushed him to go deal with the documents: "Go and work first. I'll take a shower and wait for you to come back."
Yan Jue's expression, which had improved a lot, suddenly turned sour again. He pressed Wen Xi down and kissed her fiercely a few times before he felt relieved: "There should be some new clothes that Auntie put in the closet. Play with them for a while."
Wenxi the chicken pecked at the rice and nodded. Yan Jue picked him up, rubbed his furry head, buried his head in the crook of his neck, took a deep breath as if recharging, and left with a very sour expression.
Click, the door opened, click, the door closed.
Wen Xi's hair was messed up, and he was wearing that bluish-white coat. He looked like a cabbage that had been baptized by a storm. He rubbed his neck, muttering to himself that Yan Jue was clingy, and when he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to take a picture, his red ears were exposed.
Wenxi picked out a few photos that he particularly liked, took digital copies of them and saved them.
After finishing all this, Wen Xi leaned back and lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a dazed look. When Wen Xi decided to stay here, he had already decided to confess his biggest secret tonight.
I met the parents today. The atmosphere, time and place were just right, but there is a big problem.
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