Chapter 801 Haoyue Extra (63)
However, dragging an injured leg was still quite inconvenient, and when he nearly fell for the third time, he couldn't help but yell "Damn!"
He deliberately took a cold shower a few days ago, hoping to use his illness as an excuse to keep Wen Yue from leaving for a while longer. He was indeed sick, but the fall was exactly what he expected.
As he was drying himself off after showering and walking out, he stepped onto the doormat. To his surprise, the doormat was not slip-resistant at all. He was stunned for a full two minutes after falling on it before grimacing as he got up from the ground.
These are things I shouldn't recall; recalling them makes me feel incredibly stupid.
He shook his head, let out a long sigh, and focused his attention back on the kitchen.
After three hours, Tang Minghao finally finished preparing the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, which he was quite satisfied with.
After admiring himself for a while, he took a picture of the table full of food.
What followed was a long wait.
At midnight, he messaged her, asking when she would reply.
Wen Yue did not reply.
He guessed she was busy, so he patiently waited.
As the food on the table grew cold, the sky outside became overcast, and a faint wind began to blow, his unease grew inch by inch.
He called Wen Yue, but the phone was switched off.
His inner turmoil reached its peak at this moment.
Without thinking, he called An Jing, only to receive the news that Wen Yue had already left the company and gone home.
"What, Yueyue isn't home yet?"
A voice came from the other end of the line, and Tang Minghao frowned involuntarily: "Not yet."
An Jing was much more at ease than him: "You don't need to look like you're facing a major crisis. Yueyue is an adult, it's okay for her to come home a little late. On the contrary, you're always sticking to her like a leech. Anyone would get annoyed?"
Tang Minghao: "..."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Minghao felt that the call had not only failed to achieve its intended purpose, but had also made him feel even more frustrated.
He put down the phone and glanced out the window.
An hour's drive from the scenic mountain and waterfront, a strong wind was blowing outside, clearly brewing a downpour.
Suddenly, many thoughts arose in his mind.
Was she stuck on the road in some kind of trouble, or was she in some kind of danger?
Or perhaps... just as Anjing said, she disliked his clinginess and didn't want to come back?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but panic. He didn't care about anything else. He continued to call Wen Yue while picking up an umbrella and limping out the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, large raindrops began to pelt down one after another.
Because he sprained his ankle, he couldn't drive, so he had to use a ride-hailing app on his phone. However, perhaps because of the bad weather, he waited for a long time but no one accepted his order.
This is a villa area, and there aren't many rental properties coming and going.
He gritted his teeth, opened his umbrella, and walked outside, thinking that if Yueyue was on her way home, he might be able to pick her up.
Before long, the rain intensified, pouring down relentlessly and pounding against the umbrellas with a pattering sound that only increased the irritation on one's mind.
He took out his phone and tried to call Wen Yue again.
It's still switched off.
His mind immediately started playing out horror movies uncontrollably, one moment it was a series of car accidents, the next it was a robbery, and in the end, the victim was always Wen Yue.
He thought and thought until his hands and feet turned cold, and he wished he could just smash the phone that he couldn't get through to.
Just then, a yellow taxi sped past him, splashing water from a puddle on the ground onto him.
Tang Minghao felt he had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was about to burst into a tirade when he suddenly realized something—a taxi! If he flagged down the taxi, it might be able to give him a ride!
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he quickly turned around and took a few steps after the car, waving at it as he went.
To my surprise, the car actually stopped.
His chasing the car was a subconscious action born of anxiety. He knew in his heart that the chances of the other car stopping were slim, so when it finally stopped, he was completely stunned.
A short while later, the car began to slowly reverse.
As the rain poured down, Tang Minghao thought to himself—in such heavy rain, you can't even see people clearly, yet the driver actually saw him in the rearview mirror?
That's a bit outrageous.
A moment later, the car stopped in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the car door opened, and a somewhat flustered figure pushed open the back seat, got out of the car, and quickly walked towards him.
Tang Minghao didn't react when he saw Wen Yue.
Until her anxious voice rang out—"Minghao, why did you come out?!"
Tang Minghao suddenly realized what was happening.
The person in front of him was wearing the same beige dress he had worn that morning, with her hair tied in a simple braid that hung down her back. Although she looked exactly the same as she had that morning, Tang Minghao felt a surge of emotion of having something lost and then found again.
He threw down the umbrella in his hand, and without thinking, he stepped forward and hugged the person tightly.
His movements were so intense that Wen Yue felt a little suffocated.
She didn't push him away. Perhaps sensing the turmoil in his emotions, she stiffened for a moment, then gently stroked his back and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Tang Minghao hugged her for a while before finally loosening his grip and whispering, "It's okay, it's good that you're back."
Wen Yue realized what was happening and whispered, "I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery halfway through the trip. The driver's charging cable connector didn't match mine, so I couldn't charge it the whole way."
Tang Minghao shook his head: "Let's go back first and talk about it later."
The rain was incredibly heavy. He was fine getting a little wet, but he didn't want Wen Yue to catch a cold with him.
Wen Yue was also concerned about his feet, so she didn't say anything more and got into a taxi with him.
In the car, Wen Yue explained to him why she came back so late.
It turns out that she did experience a minor car accident on the road. The taxi she hailed collided with a truck, and she had no choice but to get out and call another car. However, due to the rain and the remote location of the road, she couldn't hail a taxi for a long time.
Finally, I found an empty taxi and was able to get back safely.
Tang Minghao was filled with lingering fear after hearing that she had been in a car accident. Although the person in front of him was still alive and well, he wondered what would have happened if the accident hadn't been a simple scrape...
He dared not think too much, and just held Wen Yue's hand tightly until they got off the car.
Back in her room, Wen Yue tried to pull her hand away. Tang Minghao let go, but like a ghost haunting her, he stayed by her side at all times.
When Wen Yue went to make ginger soup, he wanted to follow her; when she went to get towels to dry them both off, he wanted to follow her; when she went to make cold medicine, he wanted to follow her...
Finally, Wen Yue couldn't hold back any longer and turned to say, "Minghao, you should go and get some rest. I'll take a look at your foot later."
Tang Minghao shook his head: "I'm not in pain. I don't feel at ease when I can't see you."
Wen Yue had been on edge ever since she entered the room and saw the table full of food. Now, hearing what he said, the indescribable emotions in her heart spread even more intensely.
She paused slightly, then turned to look at him seriously: "Minghao, do you know what you're saying?"
This time, Tang Minghao was taken aback. Then, realizing what he had said, he asked cautiously, "Am I being too clingy? Are you unhappy?"
He took a small step back, pursed his lips, and whispered, "But I feel really uneasy when I can't see you. You haven't come back all day, and I keep thinking that something might have happened to you. It's making me feel so cold inside, I can't stand it..."
"Tang Minghao," Wen Yue suddenly called out to him.
Abruptly interrupted, Tang Minghao's eyes still held a hint of confusion: "What?"
Wen Yue looked at her; her slightly damp hair was dripping water onto her skirt.
Her gaze was pure and earnest, seemingly carrying an unspeakable resolve, and her words reflected this: "You said you were pursuing me before, does that still count?"
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I've been feeling unwell with a fever these past two days, so I haven't been updating as much. Please forgive me.
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