Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 706 - 285. [Summer of Dew] Because of heartbreak, it’s hard to forget._4
This, of course, isn’t the intention of the little darling who pouts for hugs at every turn.
She acts like this entirely because Nan Wan told her that Uncle Gu was injured, and hugging her would cause him to bleed, so she shouldn’t hug him.
Gu Shaozhi looked at the little Pea who was seriously tilting her head, and couldn’t help but smile, "Then walk by yourself."
"I’ll hold your hand, Uncle Gu."
"...Alright."
...
The courtyard was devoid of Pea’s chirping sounds, leaving only the rustle of leaves stirred by the gentle breeze, crisp and lively.
The temperature before summer arrives is very comfortable.
Wanxia looked up at Jin Sinan sitting opposite her, just catching his leisurely gaze.
Five months—not too long, nor too short. The kindness he showed her was countless.
Aside from her heart, nothing could sway emotions.
She had tried, but it seemed impossible.
Wanxia pursed her lips and broke the silence first, "Sorry for causing trouble these days."
Jin Sinan held a cigarette between his fingers, not lit, just for the semblance of it.
His expression was relaxed, without any trace of resentment, disappointment, or anger, as if looking at Wanxia from a friend’s perspective.
"Would you talk to him like this?"
Wanxia didn’t understand his meaning, "Huh?"
"Would you tell Gu Shaozhi ’sorry’ or ’apologies’?" Knowing the answer by looking at her, Jin Sinan said, "You haven’t, have you."
Wanxia thought about it; she really hadn’t.
She had never even considered saying such words to Gu Shaozhi. From the moment she woke up, he was always busy, cooking porridge, washing her hair, drying her hair, wiping her hands and feet...
She took all of this for granted.
"Technically, I’m still your boyfriend. No matter how long I take care of you, it’s my responsibility," Jin Sinan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Gu Shaozhi has been by your side day and night these days, yet your relationship isn’t even considered friendship. You should say ’thank you’ or ’sorry to trouble you,’ shouldn’t you?"
Sorry, apologies, excuses, thank you... etc.
These words are polite... but they carry a sense of detachment, unconsciously widening the gap.
Wanxia moved her lips but couldn’t utter a word.
She couldn’t refute because what Jin Sinan said was perfectly reasonable and justified.
Jin Sinan, looking serious, called her name, "Ji Wanxia."
Wanxia, lost in thought, looked up blankly, "What?"
’These days I’ve also come to understand. I really like you, but not to the extent of it being you or nothing. I’ve invested so much in you, yet haven’t seen your heart move even a bit.’
No one would believe if he said it aloud that the carefree Mr. Jin had dated a woman for three to four months without managing to get her into bed.
The most intimate encounter was just the fleeting goodnight kiss, cleaner than elementary school relationships.
Remember, his previous girlfriends were never around for more than two months; he did as he pleased, in any place or position he liked.
This love history is somewhat frustrating and quite bruising to the ego.
Jin Sinan sighed, seemingly genuine, "A forced melon is not sweet; if you force yourself to go through unhappy days daily and I hold on to frustration, I’ve decided... to give you back your freedom."
His meaning was a breakup.
Wanxia unknowingly tightened her grip on the paintbrush, not even noticing the bright red dye staining her skin.
Looking unfocused at the ground, only after a while did she speak in a low voice, "Sinan, it’s not forced, nor unhappy. I didn’t treat you as a backup, nor intended to toy with your feelings."
On Valentine’s Day, accepting the bouquet, she really prepared to be with him and forget everything from the past.
That evening, when he, under the influence of alcohol, tried to kiss her, she turned away... a reflexive response.
She thought she could gradually adapt, gradually get used to it.
"I know," Jin Sinan nodded, for someone growing up in such a family, he would never completely lose dignity for any woman, allowing his self-esteem to be trampled.
Wanxia breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze clear as she looked at him, "You don’t want to hear thank you or sorry, do you?"
Jin Sinan waved his hand, "No need to feel sorry, after all, I’m the one breaking up with you."
Wanxia, "..."
It seems that’s the case; she is the one being dumped.
The man laughed heartily a few times, leaning back lazily on the wicker chair, reverting to the roguish Mr. Jin.
Casually playing with the lighter, somewhat arrogantly saying:
"I fell in love at first sight with the Miss Ji in that red dress, beautiful and vibrant, even a strand of hair was alluring. Now you look so frail, I probably wouldn’t even find a place to touch, entirely not my type. If it weren’t for getting accustomed over time, I wouldn’t bother to unbuckle my belt even if you threw yourself at me."
It’s true; his previous girlfriends were invariably of the seductive and enchanting kind.
Wanxia needed a mirror to see what a mess she had become.
Jin Sinan, as if oblivious to Wanxia’s unfriendly look, continued slowly, "Clearly, this is the real you. I should quit while ahead. If someday you can’t help but fall madly in love with me, I won’t even be able to shake you off. I’d be driven crazy."
Every moment tempts one to kick him.
Wanxia closed her eyes briefly, controlling her urge.
Going along with the narcissist’s words, "Isn’t it just so, given how excellent Mr. Jin is?"
Jin Sinan, after saying so much, felt his throat dry, yet guessed today wouldn’t be a day he gets to drink Gu Shaozhi’s made tea.
"You love him; he loves you. I’m capable of breaking up pairs," Jin Sinan, retracting the playful rogue demeanor, eyes slightly downcast, even his voice a bit more serious, "I just think... I should do some good deeds for the remainder of my life."
In this era, the feeling of a heartbeat is rarer than a shooting star.
You never know, maybe one day another comes along, like this unfulfilled downpour, so... disappointing.
—
"Jin Sinan left?"
Her cheek was nudged by a warm glass. The distracted Wanxia looked up, rolling her eyes at the man, "Weren’t you listening? Why are you asking me?"
Gu Shaozhi handed Wanxia a cup of hot milk.
He held another cup of tea, but the amount of tea leaves was what he preferred, not the strong brew Jin Sinan insisted on.
Clearly, he anticipated Jin Sinan wouldn’t stay long.
Gu Shaozi sat down on the wicker chair opposite Wanxia, legs crossed, with an elegant nobility.
The curve at the corner of his lips was just right, "Tut, tut, tut, got dumped?"
