Chapter 21 Self-esteem often drags people down and makes love take a winding path.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, opened her phone's contact list, and among the few contacts, Fu Hanchuan's name was at the top.
Duan Mufeng put down his crossed leg and turned his head to look at him.
Wen Yanyu remained silent for a long while, then lowered his eyes to conceal his emotions, his voice a little dry: "I'll drink."
Three glasses of wine were brought to me by the staff.
Looking at the three full glasses of beer, my stomach started to ache slightly.
He had promised the other party that he couldn't drag them into the public opinion controversy any further.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, and without further ado, picked up the wine glass and brought it to her lips.
[Hilarious! Wen Yanyu probably wouldn't dare hit him.]
[After causing such a huge uproar before, another incident could very well lead to a ban.]
[Although...hahaha, why is Fu Hanchuan the first person on my phone? Doesn't Wen Yanyu have any friends? How come he only has a few people in his contacts?]
With his eccentric personality, it would be strange if he had any friends.
He's alright, I guess...
[Baby said he won't have anything to do with Fu anymore. If I hit him, you all scold me; if I don't, you're all sarcastic. You're sick. Take Rabbit away.]
Just then.
The phone rang.
The name Fu Hanchuan lit up on the screen.
Wen Yanyu was stunned, and didn't react for more than ten seconds after her phone rang.
The host came over and helped him press the answer button and put the call on speakerphone.
"Speak up!"
The host winked at him.
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips, her palms slightly sweaty as she held her phone, and asked, "Fu...Hanchuan?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
"If it's not me, then who is it?"
A deep, languid voice came from the other end of the phone, the question uttered without a hint of doubt.
Wen Yanyu took a deep breath and tentatively asked in a low voice, "It's so late, is there something you need?"
"You left your medicine at my house last time," the man replied casually.
Wen Yanyu was stunned for a long time before stammering, "I... medicine, you can just throw it away, I don't want it."
The man spoke again: "I checked, this is a prescription drug, it's not easy to get a prescription. You can come and pick it up when you have time."
The phone was very close to him, and he could clearly hear the man's breathing. Wen Yanyu lowered his head, his fingertips clenched tightly, his thoughts in turmoil.
"Can I have my friend pick it up from you?"
"A friend? That Sister Lan?"
"Um."
A moment of silence.
The sound of a lighter going off.
"I'm attending a conference abroad."
Wen Yanyu gripped her phone tightly, her peach blossom eyes slowly lowering as she softly said, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."
"Hmm." The man responded indifferently, then added, "The doctor said your stomach and esophagus are almost completely rotten. Go to the hospital and stay there for treatment. I don't want to collect your corpse."
"Don't make me watch you every day. If you run away again before the deadline, I won't mind catching you myself." The voice remained calm.
Wen Yanyu twirled her fingertips and said listlessly, "I know my own body. You don't need to worry about me. We're not..."
The second half of the sentence was not finished.
"Wen Yanyu, shut your mouth."
The voice on the other end suddenly became louder.
Wen Yanyu trembled and instantly fell silent, but after recovering, she couldn't help but ask, "I... I agreed, I did it. Didn't you say no to contact me? Why are you doing this again?"
Didn't we agree not to contact each other?
"Why are you always yelling at me?" Her voice trembled with barely suppressed grievance.
Why are you still calling me? We're not friends anymore. I owe you something, and I can't make it up to you.
You clearly hate me so much, why... don't you vent your anger on me like those other people do?
Why did you call me?
Why do you still care about me?
Wen Yanyu raised her hand to rub her sore eyes, unable to discern the source of the bitterness and grievance in her heart.
The person on the other end was clearly taken aback.
I didn't yell at you.
Wen Yanyu gripped her phone tightly, took a few deep breaths, and managed to calm her tone: "I promised you last time, and I haven't broken my promise. You don't need to worry about me; I know how to get medical treatment."
We are no longer friends.
A deathly silence reigned; the air itself seemed to freeze.
Only heavy breathing could be heard through the receiver.
for a long time.
The deep, hoarse voice rang out again, carrying a chilling coldness that revealed no emotion whatsoever.
"Wen Yanyu, you're dreaming."
The call was disconnected.
The screen went dark.
Wen Yanyu stared blankly at the black screen for a long time before finally speaking in a hoarse voice, "I guess I've... completed the challenge..."
The host snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, "Ah, of course, of course, it counts, it counts."
The chat was completely silent.
[...If my memory serves me right, it was Wen Yanyu who relentlessly pursued Fu Hanchuan, right? And Fu Hanchuan loathed him, right?]
Yes, you remember correctly.
They look so alike, like a young couple having a fight.
Is he... concerned about my baby? Oh, I'm devastated.
Don't flatter your master; Fu Hanchuan is clearly annoyed with him.
[Are you so annoyed with the other person that they won't go to the doctor, that you're threatening to personally arrest them? I wasn't yelling at you~]
[These two are hilarious! Wen's pitiful and timid look, and Fu's use of the word "catch," it's like he's yelling at a little rabbit! Help! What an eerie couple!]
[Suddenly I remembered that when Wen Yanyu was stopped by reporters at the hospital, it was Fu who picked her up.]
"You left your medicine at my house? No way? You're calling now, so it probably hasn't been long. Shouldn't Fu Hanchuan have disliked Wen Yanyu for half a year? What's going on? What's happening? Dude, I'm totally confused."
[Didn't someone previously reveal that Fu and Wen were friends, and that they often ate together? There were even photos at the time, but because it was a small, unassuming restaurant on the street, and Fu's photo was a bit blurry and he was dressed very casually, and the two seemed to have no connection whatsoever, nobody believed it. Now I think it might actually be true.]
[Yes, I remember. And Fu Xiao looked incredibly silly in the photos, accompanying Wen as they picked up leaves under a tree. Fu was like a big puppy, even tugging at Wen's clothes, though he was quickly pushed down. But because of those photos, I always thought Wen's subsequent actions meant they had broken up and Wen couldn't accept it.]
Are they acting out some melodramatic, tragic love story, and we're just part of their plot?
They continued with round after round of challenges that were neither painful nor effective.
Wen Yanyu hung her head, the night wind blew, and her body shivered slightly. She breathed on her cold palms.
It's so cold.
It hurts so much.
When will it end?
Duan Mufeng hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the jacket from his lap, draping it over the boy's shoulders.
Wen Yanyu was slightly taken aback and glanced at Duan Mufeng.
"Thank you."
Duan Mufeng didn't dare to look at him.
Wen Yanyu wrapped her coat tighter around herself and gently rubbed her hands together.
The host even joked, "Young people these days all like to stay up late."
Jiang Wanrou chuckled a few times: "My child is a doctor, and he's still on night shift at this hour. He probably answered the phone because he's not busy right now."
Wen Yanyu was taken aback and looked up at the woman.
“My son Xiao Shen just returned from abroad not long ago.” Jiang Wanrou smiled gently, her eyes full of pride. “He works at the city hospital now. He’s usually quite busy, but he often makes time to spend with my husband and me.”
The group chatted happily.
Aunt Jiang has a child?!
[I vaguely remember Aunt Jiang only sponsoring children; she didn't have any children of her own.]
[This child is adopted; he's the son of Aunt Jiang's husband's teammate. He's kept his original surname, Ji. He's a very skilled doctor; Aunt Jiang's husband has shown him off on Weibo.]
[His name is Ji Shenhuai. He's the doctor my sister had surgery with! He's very young but incredibly skilled! And extremely responsible! He's a really nice person!]
It was night.
Fu Hanchuan leaned against his desk, a cigarette between his fingers, his deep features shrouded in smoke.
The sound on the computer screen was turned back on.
On the other side.
The host tapped the screen.
"In the final round, the guest drawn was Wen Yanyu."
Wen Yanyu raised her head.
The host continued, "Throughout history, many people have done a lot of research on the topic of death. Please describe your feelings about death and imagine how you would react if you were to face death one day."
The host finished speaking.
The people present all frowned.
Jiang Wanrou, who had just been laughing, also stopped laughing.
This has happened twice.
It's not like they don't use the internet.
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