Chapter 138: Dogs Talking
The first day's live stream was very short and ended abruptly.
Night was falling.
The production team informed everyone that there would be a filming assignment the next morning, and upon learning that it was to be filmed at an amusement park, everyone prepared to rest.
After eating a quick bite, Fu Hanchuan was still downstairs packing up when Wen Yanyu, carrying the plush puppy that had been transformed thanks to the two dogs' efforts, reached the bedside. There was a knock on the door.
They thought it was Fu Hanchuan coming up from downstairs.
I was wondering why he didn't just open the door.
Wen Yanyu put the puppy down and opened the door.
They were facing Jiang Wanrou, who was pacing nervously at the door.
“Fu…” Wen Yanyu’s voice trailed off, swallowing back the complaint that was about to escape his lips, “Aunt Jiang?”
"Is there something you need?" Wen Yanyu asked curiously.
Jiang Wanrou's gaze passed over Wen Yanyu, lingering for a moment on the clothes on the bed that clearly did not belong to the boy, before she looked up at Wen Yanyu.
"I bought a lot of snacks. I noticed you haven't eaten much. It's not convenient to eat dinner here at night. You can leave these in the room so you can eat them whenever you're hungry tonight." Jiang Wanrou gently held up the bag of snacks in her hand.
Then, Jiang Wanrou cautiously asked, "May I come in?"
Wen Yanyu immediately turned to the side.
"Of course, of course."
Jiang Wanrou walked into the house, put a large bag of snacks on the ground, and took them out one by one.
"I think you probably don't like sweets as much as I do. The breads I bought aren't very sweet, but they taste good. I think you'll like them."
"I borrowed the kitchen to fry some small fish. The dried fish will keep for a while, so you can eat them slowly. You can take them out whenever you want. There aren't many, and I'll fry more for you when you're done," Jiang Wanrou said, taking snacks out of her bulging bag.
Wen Yanyu stared blankly at the bottle of fried small fish for a moment.
"I also bought you a small cup that can be heated. You can pour milk into it, plug it in to heat it up before drinking, and add sugar to it so it will dissolve easily. Since you have a sensitive stomach, don't drink cold drinks."
After a long silence, Jiang Wanrou looked up, her eyes filled with apprehension.
Is there something you don't like about it?
The woman's voice was very soft, tinged with a cautious unease.
"I like it." Wen Yanyu snapped out of his daze, quickly shook his head, and squatted down to help the woman tidy up.
Jiang Wanrou breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the two suitcases in the room as she continued packing snacks. She casually asked, "Is Fu Hanchuan good to you?"
Wen Yanyu was taken aback, but hadn't answered yet.
Jiang Wanrou had already asked a bunch of questions on her own.
“He manages such a big company, he must be very busy with work. Does he have time to spend with you? Don’t you get bored when you’re home alone? Who cooks your meals?”
"You have a weak stomach and catch colds frequently, so you need to be careful about what you eat. When you have a cough, you must not eat foods that may trigger it, and you should also eat less spicy food."
“No one is home usually. When you get sick, he’s so busy. He definitely can’t take care of you. How will you go to the hospital by yourself?”
Jiang Wanrou kept talking and asking questions, her hair falling down and covering most of her face, making it impossible to see what her expression was.
Only the already unstable voice gradually began to tremble.
"He was like that before, but now that you're together, does he still bully you?" Jiang Wanrou bit her lip, trying to keep her voice from trembling too much.
"Does he know about your back injury? Has he taken you to see a doctor? It must hurt a lot on rainy days. Young people are hot-tempered. Tell him not to keep touching you. If you feel uncomfortable, you must say so. Don't endure it just because you like him."
“If you’re unhappy, call Aunt M. I’ll buy an apartment near you when I get back. If he can’t take care of you, come to my house and I’ll cook for you.”
Jiang Wanrou blurted out a lot of things and asked a lot of questions, but her words were incoherent and rushed.
It was as if they wanted to fill some kind of void.
Jiang Wanrou bought a lot of things.
It wasn't just food; there were also clothes, plush gloves, scarves, bunny dolls, dog dolls, and many other toys that children would love. The bag was packed full.
Wen Yanyu stared blankly.
Jiang Wanrou, like Doraemon, kept pulling new things out of her oversized shopping bag while introducing them.
By the end, her voice trembled with a barely perceptible sob.
Wen Yanyu's lips moved slightly, but he remained silent for a long time. The strange bitterness and fear spreading in his heart made him unable to utter a sound, and he did not answer a single word.
Only Jiang Wanrou's incessant chatter could be heard.
After a long while, Jiang Wanrou rubbed her already red eyes and said reluctantly, "It's getting late, you should get some rest. If you need anything, go upstairs to find your aunt, or just call her."
Wen Yanyu nodded, then quickly added, "I'll take you."
Jiang Wanrou turned around and took his hand.
So thin...
Jiang Wanrou lowered her eyes, concealing the strange color in them.
The villa used for filming was very large. The boys were concentrated on the third and fourth floors, while the girls lived on the seventh floor.
Wen Yanyu escorted the woman all the way to the seventh-floor corridor.
The two walked side by side, at a very slow pace. What should have been a 5 or 6-minute walk took them more than ten minutes.
Neither of them spoke again.
Until we reached the door.
Jiang Wanrou stopped in her tracks, turned around, and asked the same question again.
Is he good to you?
The corridor was dark, all the lights were off, and there wasn't much light except for the moonlight at the end of the corridor, making it difficult to see the woman's expression.
Only one pair of eyes remained clear and bright, as if brimming with tears, or like a cup of tea reflecting moonlight.
A pot of tea that has been steeped for too long has an intensely bitter taste that is impossible to dispel. Just looking at it makes one feel as if their heart is being soaked in the bitterness of the strong tea.
Jiang Wanrou did not reveal her name.
Wen Yanyu paused for a few seconds, her eyes darting around, her voice dry yet firm.
"very good."
"I am...very happy now."
…………
Jiang Wanrou sighed, "That's good."
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The bedroom was dimly lit.
The snacks that were originally placed by the bedside were put on the shelf, and several plush toys were placed on the bedside table.
Fu Hanchuan sat on the edge of the bed, replying to work messages while processing the documents he had brought.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Noticing the commotion, Fu Hanchuan looked up.
A weight came from his body, and he was pulled back onto the bed by that force, his back pressed against the mattress. Wen Yanyu snuggled tightly into his arms, their bodies pressed close together.
Fu Hanchuan was taken aback, but his surprise subsided, and he asked gently, "What's wrong?"
The gentle voice, mixed with the sandalwood scent emanating from the man, enveloped my restless heart, instantly finding its home and relaxing from the inside out.
It's just an uncertain guess.
Not wanting to be disappointed, I stopped having expectations.
Wen Yanyu shook her head without speaking, burying most of her face in Fu Hanchuan's chest. Her warm breath, penetrating the thin fabric, sprayed onto her skin, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.
I don't want to talk about it.
Seeing this, Fu Hanchuan didn't ask any more questions. He casually tossed the documents aside, reached out and hugged the person in his arms, gently turning over.
He pulled the thin blanket over their bodies, tightened his arms, and adjusted his position.
He put one arm around her waist and gently patted her back with the other.
This would allow Wen Yanyu to lie more comfortably in his arms.
They lingered tenderly for a long time.
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes, revealing a comfortable expression, and subconsciously snuggled against the man's chest.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and kissed those soft lips.
His initial restlessness gradually subsided under the man's comforting words, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed as he remembered that Fu Hanchuan was going to accompany him to record the program.
Wen Yanyu lifted her heavy eyelids and asked, "There's so much to do at the company. Anyway, I only have two more weeks of recording to do. Tongzi is here too. Don't you want to go back soon?"
Since the last accident, the wilderness survival event was abruptly ended before filming was even finished. Although the production team shortened the second half of the program due to online public opinion, it still lasted for two and a half weeks in total.
Two and a half weeks isn't a long time, but Fu Xin Group has a lot of work to do. Normally, taking a day or two off is fine, but spending two and a half weeks away from home means you can imagine how much work will pile up when the two of them return.
System...
It's Fu Zhiyan again...
An atmosphere so intimate it was impossible to intrude, a longer period of companionship than he had, and countless moments and stories unknown to him.
It's unclear what nerve it touched, but jealousy spread through Fu Hanchuan's heart. His eyes darkened, and his inner turmoil intensified.
"I've only been here a few days, and you already want to get rid of me? You want to get rid of me so you can play with the others, and then kick me out after the show is over, right?"
"It seems that I, poor thing, can only go home and live with the little rabbit in the cage."
Fu Hanchuan said, his voice tinged with jealousy and grievance.
Wen Yanyu: "!! I didn't!!"
Fu Hanchuan chuckled.
Sensing something was wrong, but not noticing Fu Hanchuan's jealousy at all, and thinking that he was just teasing her as usual, Wen Yanyu got annoyed and tried to climb out of Fu Hanchuan's arms by pulling on the corner of the blanket.
Her arms tightened around her waist, holding her even closer.
Unable to move.
Fu Hanchuan buried his face in the crook of his neck and whined softly.
"No, our little rabbit is too cute and too lovable. If I leave the little rabbit now, it will definitely be targeted by other bad things."
"If you get kidnapped by some other bad thing and don't want me anymore, I'll buy a 'scarf' and cosplay as a Teru Teru Bozu for you to see."
The man deliberately lowered his voice, wrapping his terrifying statement in a coquettish tone, as if it were just a joke.
A smile flashed in Wen Yanyu's eyes, and she couldn't help but tease, "Fu Hanchuan, you're so cheesy. Next time, I'll secretly record it and send everything you say to your company group chat."
"Let them hear the whispers of the King of Hell."
Because he mostly handled internal work for Fu Hanchuan and managed subsequent operations, he infiltrated the company, joined many small work groups, and used a mix of accounts to get a lot of inside information.
Wen Yanyu threatened the man in a serious tone.
Fu Hanchuan nuzzled against his neck, complaining in a low, husky voice, "You're so mean, you're a reincarnated evil rabbit."
Wen Yanyu emphasized, "I am a good rabbit."
"Then what am I?" Fu Hanchuan asked, holding him.
Wen Yanyu smiled, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and replied earnestly, "You are my best friend."
"Friends for life."
Wen Yanyu smiled and emphasized the last two syllables.
Fu Hanchuan: "…………"
The dead memories suddenly transformed into a boomerang, delivering a chilling blow to his very core.
Fu Hanchuan: What a vengeful rabbit. _(:з」∠)_
"Why didn't you answer the phone last time?" Wen Yanyu suddenly asked.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes flickered.
Is it really just a fever?
He hadn't answered the phone for two days, which worried him terribly. The only explanation he gave was that he had fainted due to a fever, even though Fu Hanchuan showed him a doctor's certificate and several friends had testified to it.
But he always felt that something was wrong.
Wen Yanyu stared intently at Fu Hanchuan, her gaze scrutinizing him.
Fu Hanchuan paused for a moment, then looked away, avoiding direct eye contact. He reached out and rubbed the boy's head, saying, "He really does have a fever."
Wen Yanyu stared at Fu Hanchuan for a long time.
No major abnormalities were detected.
Wen Yanyu threatened in a low voice: "If I find out you're lying to me, I'll immediately move all my rabbits out of the house, and you won't be able to touch a single one of them."
Fu Hanchuan paused slightly, but his tone remained normal: "Okay."
"What about the company's affairs?" Wen Yanyu asked the same question again.
“I’ve arranged all the important work,” Fu Hanchuan replied casually, adding, “Wan Haihui is handling the rest.”
"Anyway, he's just sitting around doing nothing."
Wan Haihui.
The perfect teammate.
For some reason, this thought suddenly flashed into my mind.
Wen Yanyu chuckled at his own amusement.
Because of old health problems left over from not being properly cared for during puberty, I just can't seem to gain weight. To this day, I only have some fat around my abdomen to protect my internal organs.
Wen Yanyu nestled in the man's arms, easily enveloped by his embrace.
The two of them embraced and chatted idly, and before they knew it, drowsiness gradually crept over them.
Wen Yanyu yawned, and her eyes welled up with a misty haze.
Seeing this, Fu Hanchuan gently patted his back and said in a tender voice, as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."
Wen Yanyu hummed in agreement, snuggled closer to Fu Hanchuan, picked up the puppy from beside her pillow, nestled into his arms, found a more comfortable position, and slowly closed her eyes.
Soon, even breathing could be heard in the bedroom.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his head slightly, brushed aside the stray hairs on the boy's forehead, and placed a kiss on his brow.
He slowly got up.
They closed the door quietly.
At the balcony at the end of the third-floor corridor, the night was as dark as ink. In the courtyard stood an unidentified large tree, perhaps because it was winter.
Half of the tree's branches and leaves were withered and rotten, falling in large swaths with the wind; the other half of the leaves were still green, appearing firmly attached to the branches, but in reality, they were about to fall.
It exudes an eerie, deathly aura.
Fu Zhiyan's gaze lingered on the tree for a long time.
The cold moonlight filtered through the withered branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light in his eyes, mingled with a silent indifference.
The footsteps approached from afar and stopped behind me.
Fu Zhiyan turned her head.
Fu Hanchuan stood there, his gray eyes extremely cold, with a hint of undercurrents and hostility swirling within them.
Their eyes met.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes were unfriendly as he spoke first: "You love Yan Yan too."
A cold, affirmative sentence.
It is love.
It's not that I like it.
Fu Zhiyan was slightly taken aback, turned her head, and did not continue to look at the man, nor did she refute him.
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