Chapter 90
When Jiang Chen returned, he saw Jin Chuwan standing there with a troubled expression. He paused for a moment, "What's wrong?"
He had barely finished speaking when he saw Jin Chuwan raise her hand, but her gaze did not fall on him.
"Don't come any closer—"
After saying that, she seemed to realize it was inappropriate, and lowered her head to whisper.
"Um, could you call Aunt Hui for me first..."
Jiang Chen paused for a moment, but made no move.
He narrowed his eyes and lingered on Jin Chuwan for a moment, then, as if suddenly enlightened, his expression changed from doubt to realization.
Jiang Chen looked at the uneasy Jin Chuwan, turned his head and sighed, but couldn't help but whisper.
"Speaking of which, I remember in the second year of junior high... one day you were like this too..."
Jin Chuwan remained silent, trying to pretend she hadn't heard.
But Jiang Chen didn't seem to care, lost in his memories of the past.
"That day... I went out to buy it for you, and I'll probably never forget the look the cashier gave me when I paid..."
Jiang Chen chuckled as he spoke, glancing teasingly at Jin Chuwan, but she twisted her neck and refused to look at him.
Jiang Chen shook his head and then went upstairs.
Now, only Jin Chuwan is left downstairs.
She covered her face halfway, looking somewhat dejected.
To be honest, she rarely embarrasses herself in front of others. Most people who see her say that she is a sensible and easy-going person who is calm and doesn't talk much.
However, she is not always emotionally stable; after all, everyone has moments of anxiety.
But why in front of Jiang Chen?
Thinking about this, Jin Chuwan couldn't help but press her forehead, but upon closer reflection, it seemed that she couldn't really blame anyone else.
She's been thinking only about going abroad lately, and even when her stomach hurts, she hasn't realized it's her period and that it's her fault.
But Jiang Chen, why did he have to bring up all that nonsense...?
It's all in the past now.
Jin Chuwan couldn't help but glance upstairs.
Just then, Aunt Hui came downstairs. She had clean clothes hanging on her arm, and when she saw Jin Chuwan, she smiled gently.
Jiang Chen acted quickly; he went downstairs before Aunt Hui, then picked up the key and pushed open the door to go out.
Jin Chuwan looked at it with a puzzled expression, and then was coaxed by Aunt Hui to go to the bathroom.
"We have all the clothes at home, but we need to go out and buy that one. But the young master should be back soon, so don't worry..."
Upon hearing this, Jin Chuwan finally realized what Jiang Chen had gone out for.
Now that things have come to this, she no longer feels ashamed; she simply accepts everything as it is, as still as water.
Not long after, the sound of a door opening and closing came from the living room. Aunt Hui heard it and went out immediately. When she came back, she had a square object in her hand.
Jin Chuwan calmly accepted the situation. After she finally finished getting ready and went out, Aunt Hui handed her a hand warmer wrapped in a towel.
"If you're feeling really bad, we still have some painkillers at home. Shall I go get you some?"
Jin Chuwan shook her head; her condition wasn't that serious yet.
But Jiang Chen also looked over with concern, which made her fall silent.
"I think I should go upstairs and rest first..."
Jin Chuwan was looking at Aunt Hui when she spoke, but Jiang Chen suddenly spoke up.
"I'll take you there."
Aunt Hui smiled, pretended to be busy, and went to the kitchen.
Jin Chuwan watched Aunt Hui leave for a while, then met Jiang Chen's gaze. He remained calm and went straight upstairs, urging her to hurry up and follow.
The slippers made a dull thud as they stepped on the spun wooden stairs.
Jiang Chen walked ahead, but his mind was elsewhere.
When he bought this villa in S City, he always reserved a room for Jin Chuwan. At the time, he thought that Jin Chuwan liked to sunbathe, so he reserved the room with the best lighting.
But she never came to stay even once.
Jiang Chen originally thought that room would remain closed.
But I think I used it today.
"This is it."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he casually leaned against the door.
To be honest, he put a little effort into decorating the room.
For example, he knew she liked to read those strange and unusual magazines, so he prepared a display window with dolls or decorations that she had never bought but often stared at.
The curtains are her favorite light pink, and the rug under the bed features her favorite cartoon dog.
There were even some hair clips and ribbons on the dressing table, and fresh bouquets on the desk, as if someone had always lived there.
Jin Chuwan stared blankly at the room.
She couldn't help but turn back to look at Jiang Chen, but this time he looked away first.
"Okay, that's settled then. You should rest now."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he slightly raised his eyes to look at Jin Chuwan, and noticing that her gaze was fixed on the hair clip, he explained again.
“Those… probably belong to Aunt Hui.” He realized Jin Chuwan might not believe him after he said that, so he changed his words, “They might also belong to Aunt Hui’s youngest daughter, anyway… don’t overthink it, no one has stayed in this room…”
Jin Chuwan didn't say a word the whole time, so only Jiang Chen's voice could be heard in the room.
"That's about it. If you can't sleep, you can read a book or watch TV..." He pointed to the TV cabinet in front of the bed, "There are DVDs in the drawer, probably the kind you like..."
As if realizing he had talked too much today, Jiang Chen suddenly shut his mouth. He pursed his lips and looked at Jin Chuwan, who was just looking at him with no emotion in her light-colored eyes.
Jiang Chen frowned, and his hand, which had been supporting him on the door, fell to his sides.
"I'm right next door. Call me anytime if you need anything."
After saying that, he finally walked out.
With a click, the door closed.
Jin Chuwan waited for a while, then quietly walked over and took the doorknob.
She opened the door and peeked out.
Jiang Chen hadn't gone far when he clutched the back of his neck, revealing a rare hint of unease.
Kim Cho-wan looked at it, and then, unusually, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.
What kind of feeling is this...?
The person I thought was deep and reserved suddenly became easy to understand.
And she belatedly realized that this easy-to-understand thing probably... might... be... equivalent to innocent love.
If this is true, then Kim Cho-man has to admit that he has always harbored a deep prejudice and misunderstanding towards Jiang Chen.
Suddenly, the roles were reversed, and she really became the villainous female supporting character (who misunderstood the good guy).
Of course, this matter can be big or small.
Jin Chuwan lifted the blanket, threw the hot water bottle she was holding into it, and then lay down next to it.
The TV remote was right next to her pillow. Jin Chuwan hesitated for a moment, then sat up and turned on the TV.
It immediately prompted me to connect to the DVD.
Perhaps out of curiosity, Jin Chuwan finally got out of bed and squatted in front of the drawer, rummaging through what she called 'her favorite type'.
Then she began to have new doubts.
Why did Jiang Chen actually know her preferences?
To be honest, even in the world of novels, it would be difficult for a model student to openly admit to being obsessed with this kind of cheesy romance film.
After much deliberation, Kim Cho-wan could only come to one conclusion.
It seems that Jiang Chen had been secretly observing her, and for quite some time.
Jin Chuwan took the disc out, put it into the CD drive, and then pressed the small button next to it.
As the music started, Jin Chuwan jumped back onto the bed.
That night, Jin Chuwan went to bed a little late. Although her stomach was upset, she quickly forgot about it when she saw her favorite movie.
So the next day, she didn't get up.
However, it wasn't because she slept in late; rather, she suddenly developed a fever and couldn't get up at all.
Illness strikes like a landslide, and Jin Chuwan felt so weak she was about to be reincarnated. The sense of loss she felt before dying in her past life lingered in her mind. She drifted in and out of sleep, sometimes in her past life, sometimes in her past life, sometimes in dreams, sometimes in stories.
Jin Chuwan lay in bed, with antipyretics and an IV drip on the table.
A doctor I hadn't seen in a long time yawned, his face so pale he looked more like a patient than she did.
"Are you kidding me? I was drunk and passed out..."
Xia Zhihe yawned, watching the medicine overflowing from the extremely thin syringe.
"I said, young master, I'm a family doctor, not a prostitute. It's only five in the morning..."
Seeing the other person's exhausted appearance, Jin Chuwan's previously drowsy mind suddenly cleared up a little. Just as the needle was about to pierce her, she suddenly withdrew her hand and looked at Xia Zhihe warily.
"Go wash your face and wake yourself up."
Jin Chuwan's panicked eyes caused Xia Zhihe a slight pang of conscience.
How did she know he was just thinking something mischievous? Of course, he was only thinking it.
Xia Zhihe straightened his hair, preparing to use his mature male charm to coax the weak girl, but before he could speak, a certain young master pressed down on his shoulder.
"Go."
The other person even seemed quite polite; he pointed to a spot next door.
"You smell strongly of alcohol; it would be good for you to sober up."
Xia Zhihe was about to fly over with his Enchanting Eye, but he was stopped halfway through casting it.
He was even more tired.
After Jin Chuwan received an IV drip, Xia Zhihe threw off his coat and went to sleep in a random room in the villa.
It's still raining outside. The weather isn't great today, but it seems perfect for sleeping.
Jin Chuwan vaguely felt as if someone was always there for her. Perhaps it was because she had dreamed too many things from the past, making her both psychologically and physically vulnerable. She hoped that the person next to her would stay a little longer and not leave.
The indoor window was only slightly ajar, and the wind from outside blew in through the crack, carrying the fragrance of the garden and a faint, damp chill.
The light-colored gauze curtains swayed in the wind.
The room was so quiet that even the ticking of the second hand could be clearly heard.
Jiang Chen sat in the chair, his sleeve hooked by Jin Chuwan's index finger, as if he were wearing some kind of sturdy and heavy shackle, making him actively and decisively give up all thoughts of getting up or leaving.
Until Kim Cho-wan's phone rang.
Jiang Chen quickly dialed the number.
He glanced at the sleeping Jin Chuwan, then looked down at the caller ID before putting the phone to his ear.
Ran Xian's light and gentle voice came from inside.
After listening for a while, Jiang Chen gradually revealed a cold, sarcastic smile on his face.
He slowly opened his mouth, and after his gaze fell on the person on the bed, he deliberately lowered his voice.
"Don't even think about it, she's not going anywhere today."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Ran Xian looked down at his phone to make sure he hadn't dialed the wrong number, then frowned.
He clearly recognized who was on the other end of the phone.
"Jiang Chen? What do you mean? Where's Jin Chuwan? Hand over the phone to her..."
The voice on the phone suddenly became anxious and irritable. Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered to listen anymore. He saw that Jin Chuwan was showing signs of being woken up, and he also lost his patience.
"She's sick and resting at my house now. You handle your own affairs, that's all."
After saying that, Jiang Chen hung up the phone and turned off his phone.
His eyes flickered for a moment, then he turned off his phone and put it in the drawer.
In any case, since you're sick, isn't it only natural to refuse outside disturbances?
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