Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 646 - 270. [The Summer of Dew] What does it feel like when all hope is shattered? _4
An old and desolate heart, even if sprinkled with seeds, cannot sprout.
More than half of the beer in the can had gone down.
Wanxia lifted her head, her eyes calmly gazing at the curtain-like night sky, adorned with only a few sparse stars.
"Beneath this vast night sky, people are really insignificant. Everything I thought was just my imagination." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
It seemed like a murmured soliloquy, or perhaps a defeat after disappointment.
Jin Sinan fixed his gaze on the woman beside him, forgetting that there was still beer in the can he was holding. Due to the tilting motion, liquid dripped into the soil, but he didn’t notice at all.
She seemed to live in an uninhabited empty city, unable to open the door herself and not allowing others to enter.
With sincere eyes and slightly parted lips, "Wanwan, every day, every second that you live now is the youngest you’ll ever be. If you’re blinded by hatred, you won’t see any beauty."
He paused and continued, "Your friends would also want you to live well."
After Jin Sinan spoke, Wanxia remained silent for a long time. Aside from the sound of the wind and the calls of insects and birds, there was complete silence.
Wanxia finished the beer left in the can. Her long hair was blown into disarray by the wind, the ends brushing against her skin and itching a bit.
She curved her lips into a smile, "A murderer doesn’t deserve to live with peace of mind."
Shen Weiyi is one, and so is Ji Wanxia.
...
Wanxia stood up and walked toward the parked car.
As she looked up, the man standing under the streetlamp suddenly came into her view.
Surrounded by boundless darkness, everything merged into the dark hues, but he was illuminated.
His sharply-defined features were deep and three-dimensional, the fold of his shirt collar casting shadows on his shoulders. Each button reflected a faint glimmer, even each eyelash was distinctly outlined.
His tall and upright figure cast a slanted long shadow on the ground under the streetlight.
Even though he was entirely within the light’s range, he exuded a sense of unreal illusion.
From about ten meters away, Wanxia stared at him, and everything around seemed to change.
She couldn’t move.
She didn’t know when he had come or what he had heard.
Gu Shaozhi stepped forward to Wanxia, draping the suit jacket hanging in his arm around her shoulders, his movements skillful and natural.
The expression between his brows was gentle, his voice deep and pleasant, "Haven’t eaten all day and drank alcohol, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
His previously sharp aura had long faded, replaced by boundless tenderness.
As if he didn’t know the results of Sheng Boyan’s checkup, nor did he see Jin Sinan, who had accompanied Wanxia for nearly two hours.
Wanxia was brought into the man’s embrace, his body warmth transmitting through the thin shirt to her own, gradually dispelling the cold.
She just leaned gently against his chest, neither responding nor rejecting.
She spoke in a low voice, "I want to eat the osmanthus porridge from that century-old shop next to An University, but it might be too late already."
She hadn’t checked the time, had no sense of how long she stayed on the mountaintop, but... it probably wasn’t just eight or nine o’clock.
This was the first time she expressed wanting to eat something, and even if the place was closed, Gu Shaozhi would find a way.
"It’s okay, it’s not too late now," Gu Shaozhi said, fixing the jacket about to slide off her shoulders and kissing her forehead. "I’ll drive you, would you prefer to eat at the shop or bring it home?"
Wanxia raised her head slightly and laughed softly, "Home? My home was long ago burned down by a fire, have you forgotten?"
The streetlamp was behind Gu Shaozhi, right in front of Wanxia.
As she raised her head, the light enveloped her petite face, the curved apricot eyes reflecting a bright shimmer.
It was a smile, yet also not quite a smile.
Gu Shaozhi’s handsome face was also smiling, but facing away from the streetlamp, his features were hidden in shadows.
Though not clearly visible, his voice was gentle, "The Ji Family’s old house was indeed burned, but every brick and tile now is still the same as before."
His arm encircled the woman’s waist, the calloused pad of his finger gently caressing her cheek, half coaxing, half persuading, "Everything in Qingshui Bay Villa is just the way it used to be, it’s your home too."
Wanxia blinked and smiled, "Let’s eat at the shop, it won’t taste right if it gets cold."
Gu Shaozhi lowered his head and kissed her eyes lightly, "Alright, as you wish."
...
Gu Shaozhi held Wanxia’s waist, half encircling her in his embrace.
He glanced faintly at the randomly lying beer can on the ground, a slight displeasure between his brows.
Raising his eyes to look at Jin Sinan, who still stood as when he got up, he curved his lips subtly, speaking slowly, "Thank you, President Jin, for chatting with Wanwan, but her stomach isn’t well, drinking cold things will be uncomfortable."
Whether it was the gentle force in which he held the woman’s waist or the words he spoke, it was all a declaration of ownership.
Jin Sinan diverted his gaze from Wanxia’s slightly smiling face to squarely meet Gu Shaozhi’s eyes.
Hands in pockets, he resumed his usual laid-back and lazy demeanor, "It’s not the cold winter months now, the beer is at room temperature, Miss Ji doesn’t appear to be as frail as Lin, a minor breeze won’t topple her, it’s unlikely to be an issue occasionally."
Gu Shaozhi’s brow carried a slight chill, "Wanwan is cherished, whether in the Ji Family or in my spouse column; needless for me to remind you how precious she is."
These words were interesting to Jin Sinan’s ears.
Not to mention Mr. Ji and Ji Huan, before Ji Huan went to prison, Ji Wanxia lived as a princess in a castle, stars in the sky could be plucked for her.
Four years ago, many in An City knew how much Gu Shaozhi indulged her.
Jin Sinan hadn’t seen it firsthand, but he’d heard about it.
But that was only four years ago.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Didn’t Miss Ji mention wanting porridge? If you keep delaying, Mr. Gu, it will become even more difficult to manage."
Jin Sinan knew he wasn’t in a position to discuss the complexities between these two, and besides, he just wanted to accompany her up the mountain.
It wasn’t a loss after all.
After watching Gu Shaozhi drive down the mountain, his friend, who was serving as tonight’s driver, walked up to Jin Sinan and patted his shoulder as if encouraging him.
"Brother, you make a pretty good scapegoat, try harder next time."
The famous Mr. Jin, who countless rich daughters aimed to wed, suffered unrequited love, which was indeed rare.
With disdain, Mr. Jin slanted a glance at his friend, striding toward the car, speaking leisurely, "What do you know, I’m happy being a backup."
The man laughed loudly.
Running a few steps to catch up, his friend hooked an arm around Jin Sinan’s neck, teasing with a half-smile, "You look quite pitiful, want me to take you to a good place for a few drinks?"
Jin Sinan sighed, feigning weakness, "My stomach isn’t good, I can’t drink cold things."
Friend, "..."
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