A faint ringtone rang in the sound of rain.
Wen Xian gripped the phone in her hand tightly, the lit-up screen was instantly covered by rainwater, she quickened her steps and walked toward the car.
Only after the car door isolated all the rain sound did Wen Xian pick up the call, her tone as usual, carrying a bit of apology, “Sorry, Chuwei, my uncle suddenly has something to find me for, I can’t go pick you up.”
At the same time, Xu Chuwei was standing under an umbrella, Qin Song was holding the umbrella for her.
Hearing this, a hint of regret showed in Xu Chuwei’s eyes, she softly said: “It’s okay, I’ll go back together with a friend. I’ll ride his car back, tonight can we still eat together?”
Wen Xian’s tone was calm as she said: “Next time, wait until you have free time, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
After Xu Chuwei agreed, she hung up the phone. Seeing her somewhat unhappy appearance, Qin Song asked: “What’s wrong? Weren’t you saying you’d accompany Xian Xian for dinner tonight? Which friend is coming to pick you up again?”
Qin Song actually didn’t know that Wen Xian would come to pick up Xu Chuwei, his guts weren’t that big yet, after all, at this time the one holding power in the Qin family was still his grandfather.
Seeing Qin Song’s face showing a hesitant expression, Xu Chuwei couldn’t help but sneer in her heart once.
She smiled as she explained: “Xian Xian told me this morning she’s spending her birthday today with her uncle, it’s another friend who said he’d come to pick me up, but something came up last minute so he can’t make it.”
Qin Song, seeing it wasn’t Wen Xian, then quietly let out a breath of relief. He put his arm around Xu Chuwei’s waist and helped her into the car, the waiting driver next to them took the umbrella from his hand and folded it up.
Not long after, the expensive car slowly drove into the curtain of rain.
At this time, the sky was already dark, the car window covered with hazy water mist.
Wen Xian sat powerlessly in the driver’s seat, her eyes closed, still tightly gripping the phone in her hand, holding so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Until a bit of movement sounded from inside the bag, only then did Wen Xian come back to her senses.
From inside the bag, Yu struggled to drill its way out, flying in front of her swaying its body, it anxiously flew back and forth in front of her.
Wen Xian grabbed hold of this brush in one go, the strength she’d lost seemed to be slowly returning bit by bit to her body. She stared fixedly at Yu, enunciating word by word: “There is a surveillance camera here, it’s very dangerous. Don’t move around randomly.”
After speaking, Wen Xian placed Yu on the passenger seat, her tone very low, “We’re going home.”
But Yu still did not obediently stay on the passenger seat. It carefully flew onto Wen Xian’s leg and lay down, then no longer moved.
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When Wen Xian got home and opened the door, she immediately saw Qiuqiu crouching in front of the door waiting for her. Seeing her drenched appearance, Qiuqiu immediately got up and rubbed against the side of her calf, its fluffy head carrying a warm feeling.
Wen Xian slowly crouched down and rubbed Qiuqiu’s head, afterward she changed shoes and walked toward the bathroom.
She couldn’t just stay wearing soaked clothes like this; if she got sick, there would be no one to take care of her.
Half an hour later, Wen Xian walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Qiuqiu crouching at the bathroom door and Yu flying next to Qiuqiu. She forced a slight curve in her lips, “I’m fine.”
Wen Xian threw the clothes she had changed out of into the washing machine, then cleaned the bathroom once over. After doing all this, only then did she walk toward the living room with half-dried hair draped over her shoulders.
She needed to seriously think about why all of this was happening.
Over ten years ago, when the Xu family’s business had just started, Wen Xian and Xu Chuwei only knew each other but weren’t close.
For a moment, Wen Xian couldn’t recall what Xu Chuwei was like when she was little.
The true change in their friendship happened after Wen Xian’s parents passed away. At that time, when she returned to school, everyone looked at her with sympathetic eyes, even the teachers’ tone when speaking to her became careful.
Everyone used that kind of attitude to remind Wen Xian that her current appearance was very unsightly and also very pitiful.
Xu Chuwei was the one who came to her side at that time.
If Xu Chuwei had not accompanied her, she would not have recovered so quickly. Xu Chuwei would come every day to wait for her to go to school together, accompany her to eat meals.
In the second half of senior year of high school, they were almost inseparable.
When Wen Xian took the college entrance examination, she performed at her original level. She entered Licheng University with high scores, applying for the minor language major she liked.
Wen Tianlin always hoped she could do what she liked. Wen Xian always remembered that.
Xu Chuwei, on the other hand, went to Mingcheng University in the neighboring city.
She originally wanted to go abroad, but she was worried about Wen Xian being alone in the country.
So she chose to stay here, only going to the UK two years ago through an exchange student program.
These were things Xu Chuwei told her. Thinking of this, Wen Xian couldn’t help hugging herself. Was it the truth, or a lie?
Her engagement with Qin Song was known by everyone in the circle. Xu Chuwei and Qin Song might not be familiar, but she also knew Qin Song was Wen Xian’s fiancé.
Then why did Xu Chuwei go to the UK?
Was it purely because of that exchange student program, or because of Qin Song?
Thinking of this, a strong thought suddenly rose in Wen Xian’s heart: Xu Chuwei hates her. Her best friend hates her.
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June 21st, 11:55 p.m.
Wen Xian sat on the carpet. The coffee table was piled with beer bottles. She rarely drank alcohol, but tonight her desire to drink was very strong.
She leaned drunkenly against the sofa edge, Qiuqiu laying not far away watching her, Yu obediently leaning against Qiuqiu’s side.
A cat and a brush quietly like chickens looked at Wen Xian, her face covered in tear marks.
Wen Xian rarely had times like this where her emotions were exposed. Covering her face, she sobbed in a small voice and asked: “Why do I not have a home anymore? Why is there no one in this world who loves me?”
“I miss Dad and Mom.”
“I want someone to love me.”
Halfway through crying, Wen Xian suddenly thought of something. She immediately called Yu’s name.
Yu hesitated for a moment, then slowly flew toward her, speed not even half of usual.
When it was held in Wen Xian’s palm, it trembled once. Its body was all covered in Wen Xian’s tears.
At this moment, Wen Xian’s thoughts were already a complete mess. She squinted her eyes and glanced at the table, casually grabbed a tissue and put it in front of her.
She opened the pen cap, attempting to draw something on the tissue. She was still mumbling in a low voice: “I want to draw myself a boyfriend. If I draw it out, it’s mine. From now on, you have to stay by my side and love me well, okay? Do you understand?”
Just as the pen tip was about to touch the tissue, she suddenly felt resistance. It was Yu stopping her.
Seeing this, Wen Xian sobbed again and said: “Now even you are bullying me?”
Yu: “……”
The next second, Yu just gave up struggling. Although it didn’t know what kind of weird thing Wen Xian would draw, since she wanted a boyfriend, then it would give her a boyfriend.
Wen Xian, full face serious, gripped the pen. Her face even carried a flush of red. While drawing, she muttered: “First draw a round round head, eyes, mouth, neck, body, limbs.”
Yu looked at the potato person on the tissue with a face full of despair.
Wen Xian’s boyfriend was composed of one circle, three horizontal strokes, one vertical stroke, one left-falling stroke, one right-falling stroke, then again one vertical stroke, one left-falling stroke, one right-falling stroke.
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At the same time, Mingcheng.
“Young Master, we’ve arrived.”
With the car door opening, a long, slender leg stepped out from inside the car. Soft leather shoes shining bright, a fully handmade custom-tailored suit neat and exquisite, between cold white fingers holding a document.
The assistant waiting beside the car immediately moved the umbrella over.
Under the umbrella, the man’s handsome face appeared faintly. Beneath black messy hair, thick brows sharp and fierce, below was a pair of cold, narrow eyes, under the high nose bridge thin lips lightly pressed together.
His whole body emitted a lazy, cool aura.
Until the man walked into the villa gate guarded full of security, only then did his low voice sound in this suddenly arriving rainy night: “Dismiss.”
The butler bent his waist slightly, speaking in a warm voice: “Yes, Young Master. The bath water has already been prepared for you.”
The man loosened his necktie, casually responding: “Mn.”
Bathing was Shen Lingge’s favorite thing at present.
Because this was the most relaxing moment of his day, so the first thing he did after coming home was not eat, but take a bath.
Moreover, Shen Lingge was a person full of a sense of ritual. When bathing, there must be a bathtub full of soap bubbles.
Five minutes later.
Shen Lingge lay naked in the bathtub, he casually picked up the red wine glass beside him, gently shaking it.
He raised his hand and lightly sipped a mouthful of fragrant mellow red wine, the Adam’s apple in his neck moving as he swallowed.
Water droplets slid down along his neck, falling beneath his clearly defined chest.
The red wine in his mouth had not yet been swallowed down when Shen Lingge suddenly felt a fierce jolt, some of the wine in the glass splashing out as well.
Before he could react, the scene before his eyes spun wildly. His whole body covered in soap bubbles, he was lying on the hard floor.
His brows furrowed in an instant, but he had no time to think much. Because a tear-eyed woman suddenly pounced over, hugging him as she cried, “From now on, you are my boyfriend.”
Shen Lingge: ?
Shen Lingge furrowed his brows, putting down the wine glass and pushing away this drunken woman, but she clung tightly to him, crying as she said: “You must always stay by my side.”
“You must go see Dad and Mom with me.”
“You must love me well, you’re not allowed to like other people.”
“Wuwuwu, can you always love Xian Xian?”
Shen Lingge looked left and right, casually pulling over a thin blanket from the side to cover his important parts, then got up and threw this woman onto the sofa.
He looked down at her from above.
Even though she was crying so miserably, it still could not hide that she was a pretty woman, and not very old. It seemed more suitable to call her a girl.
The clothes she was wearing were made from the finest fabric, perfectly cut, full of design sense, but he couldn’t tell what brand it was.
This apartment, which wasn’t even as big as his bathroom, was filled with strange things.
Crooked and slanted vases, flowers of unusual varieties, water glasses with twisted lines, and so on.
Liking changing lines this much?
Shen Lingge accurately found her phone in the corner of the sofa. He picked up the phone and lightly shook it in front of her eyes, unlocking it instantly. She was still staring at him with hazy deer-like eyes.
The glistening light in her eyes rippled, making people feel pity.
But Shen Lingge only glanced once before moving his gaze away. First, he looked at the current time. Now was June 22nd, midnight exactly.
Immediately after, he opened the map to confirm his own location, then dialed the butler’s phone number. After a few seconds, the call was picked up. He directly said: “Go see if I am in the bathroom.”
The voice on the other end carried some hesitation: “Young Master?”
After Shen Lingge responded, he waited for the butler’s reply. One minute later, the butler’s panicked voice came: “Young Master, where did you go?”
Shen Lingge asked in a low voice: “What location does the number show?”
Butler: “Licheng.”
Shen Lingge furrowed his brows and glanced at the still unconscious Wen Xian on the sofa, giving an order: “Don’t look for me for now. Wait until I contact you, still using this number.”
Butler: “……”
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TN: And he accepted his fate just like that