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Chapter 114 - 114 108 Wen Changling who are you thinking about daily
Chapter 114 - 114 108 Wen Changling who are you thinking about daily
?Chapter 114: 108: Wen Changling, who are you thinking about daily? (Second update) Chapter 114: 108: Wen Changling, who are you thinking about daily? (Second update) Xie Shang was standing not far away, waiting for her.
He stepped forward, “Where have you been?”
“I went to the hospital.”
“To see Yan Cong?”
“Mhm.”
Wen Changling didn’t say anything else.
Xie Shang didn’t ask any further.
“Let me see your hand.”
Wen Changling extended her hand.
Xie Shang gently touched the bruised area, “Did you apply medicine?”
“I did.”
Xie Shang started with an apology, “I’m sorry, I was the one with a bad attitude today.”
“I had a bad attitude too,” Wen Changling took his hand, “I’m sorry.”
Though it was summer, her hand was very cool.
Xie Shang embraced her, “Changling.”
“Yes.”
You said you would love me.
Xie Shang was silent, holding her tight.
*****
The windows in the room were closed, the Chinese honeycomb had been extinguished before Xie Shang went out to wait for Wen Changling, but the scent had not yet dissipated.
He was no longer at a loss like the first time; he could calmly sit in the room filled with fragrance, waiting for Wen Changling’s visit.
“It’s Yan Cong.”
“My friend.”
“Yan Cong, I’m not appropriately dressed to go out, can you go in by yourself?”
“See you tomorrow.”
“We’ve known each other for two years.”
“Don’t be jealous of him.”
“I went to the hospital.”
“…”
Wen Changling, do you realize you chose Daydream Fragrance?
Whom are your thoughts about?
Is it Yan Cong?
“Why should I tell you?”
“I was like this even before we were together. If you can’t accept it, you shouldn’t have started with me.”
“Xingxing.”
“Did you lose?”
“Then I won.”
“I bet on number 04 to lose, with odds of one to a hundred. I won a lot of roses.”
“…”
He lost.
*****
Wen Changling was somewhat distracted and didn’t notice the difference in the knocking.
She thought it was Granny Zhu, “Granny, I’m going to sleep.”
“It’s me.”
It was Xie Shang.
“Wait for me a second.”
Wen Changling got dressed and went to open the door, “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
Xie Shang didn’t go in, “I have something for you.”
She reached out her hand.
Xie Shang placed a perfume bottle in her hand, which was a bit prickly.
“It’s a hedgehog.”
Xie Shang turned the bottle over to reveal the hedgehog’s belly, “It’s a gemstone.”
Wen Changling held it with both hands, “It’s beautiful.”
Xie Shang said, “Good night.”
[Wen Changling, what are your criteria for choosing a spouse?]
[They must be obedient.]
You cannot pluck the spines off a hedgehog, for it has a gemstone to protect.
Yulin Peninsula.
Jhiang Zhenghao “criticized” for half an hour, and Jhiang Youyou didn’t retort a single word until Jhiang Zhenghao was thirsty. She went upstairs, packed up her luggage, and brought it down.
Jhiang Zhenghao thought she was throwing a fit.
“I gave birth to you and brought you up, and I can’t say a couple of words to you?”
“Dad.”
She wasn’t throwing a fit; she calmly asked, “Do you still remember how my second sister used to stand on a stool to cook for you?”
In those days, the Jhiang family was poor. The adults had to go out to make money. While her mother was still alive, she told her that her eldest sister couldn’t cook well, it was always the second sister who cooked, the shortest of them all, and had started preparing meals for the family from a young age.
Their family used to live harmoniously, just like countless ordinary families, dealing with trivial, everyday matters of life.
Jhiang Zhenghao’s eyes reddened when asked, “It’s her bad luck; she was too shortsighted.”
Jhiang Youyou couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s not what you said when you first made it big; you said our Jhiang Family was so lucky that we wouldn’t have to suffer anymore.”
“Have you ever suffered? You’re the youngest daughter in the family, and I’ve never shorted you on food or clothing, always giving you the best of everything.”
Jhiang Youyou took off her hair tie, necklace, watch, shoes, one by one.
She pulled out her ID and phone from her bag and threw the bag and suitcase on the ground: “These, the ones you bought, the ones I bought myself; take them all. I won’t be a commodity of the Jhiang Family anymore.”
She felt a weight lift off her shoulders and turned to leave.
Jhiang Zhenghao threw a cup in anger behind her, “If you walk out that door today, don’t ever come back!”
She didn’t look back.
“Jhiang Youyou, stop right there!”
Jhiang Youyou walked a kilometer away from home without seeing a single taxi. Her phone’s battery was dangerously low, and no drivers were accepting her orders, as if deliberately opposing her.
Her feet ached from walking on the asphalt road; she found a seat by the roadside and pondered where she should go.
She looked up.
Bodhisattva, not asking for wealth this time, just a place to stay.
Her phone rang.
Jhiang Youyou smiled, the Bodhisattva was remarkably responsive.
She glanced at the battery, only one percent left, and answered the call, “Hello.”
“What are you doing?”
It was her new boyfriend.
Her new boyfriend called her five times daily, asking what she was doing, what she had eaten, then talking about what he was doing, what he had eaten, not skilled at conversation at all.
Jhiang Youyou said, “I’m running away from home.” Thinking of the one percent battery, she quickly reported her address, “Can you come pick me up? And buy me a pair of shoes.”
The phone screen went dark.
Jhiang Youyou: “…”
Did you hear me?
Jhiang Youyou sat on the chair waiting.
The old people in the village used to trick children, saying that people become fireflies after they die. She searched in the grass next to her, but there wasn’t a single firefly.
Her second older sister should have been picked up by her mother by now.
“Jhiang Youyou.”
She looked up, blinked her eyes, waited for them to dry, then turned around, “You got here quickly.”
Guan Sixing told the driver to wait a moment.
He got out of the car, taking the shoes out of the bag, “Didn’t want you to wait.”
He had bought a pair of slip-on shoes.
Jhiang Youyou put them on.
“Do they fit?”
She stood up, took a few steps, “They fit.”
“Do you have a place to go?”
She shook her head.
She couldn’t go to her older sisters’; they were not living that well either; she couldn’t add to their troubles.
“If you don’t mind, you can stay at the place I’m renting.” Guan Sixing was afraid she might misunderstand, so he quickly added, “I don’t live there.”
His eyes were too clear.
To be honest, Jhiang Youyou wasn’t quite sure how to treat him; she had a rule when it came to boyfriends before—only date the players, because she wasn’t responsible and couldn’t harm good people. Once the other party wanted to take it further or try to settle down, she would break it off. Hedonistic, refusing commitment, refusing all entanglements.
Student Wang was the first, and it wasn’t about fun to begin with.
Although a tad unscrupulous, she disliked lying and was honest, “Being with you, actually, I had a motive. I didn’t want to be sold off by my dad; I wanted to choose for myself, and you were the only choice I could think of at that time. Sorry, if you want to back out—”
His eyes shone brightly, “I don’t want to.”
“Great.” She took off her bracelet, “This is for the rent.”
It was also her dowry.
Apart from communication tools and her ID card, it was the only thing she had taken from the Jhiang Family, a Little Golden Lock. Her mother had made it when she was alive, and each of the five sisters had one.
Her expression was solemn and earnest.
Guan Sixing didn’t refuse and accepted her little golden lock.
Guan Sixing’s rented house was close to the research institute, a place he rented years ago when the institute’s dormitories were far. His mother had paid a sum of money for it.
Just now, he asked the landlord how much longer the rent would cover.
The landlord said thirteen years and nine months.
The apartment had two bedrooms and a living room, very clean, with someone coming to clean regularly.
Guan Sixing led Jhiang Youyou into the house, placing the keys next to the desk where her ID was.
“Student Wang, do you have a charger?”
Guan Sixing brought over the charger, “I need to talk to you.”
“I have to go to the bathroom first.”
Guan Sixing agreed to wait outside.
After she went in, she locked the door.
Then he heard the sound of water; all the water flowing together was loud, and he had to listen carefully to make out that amidst the sound of water, there was the sound of desperate, suppressed sobs.
She must have been holding it back for a long time.
We’ll talk about it later, he thought; later, he would tell her he wasn’t Student Wang.
Guan Sixing turned on the TV, turning the volume up to the maximum.