Chapter 49: Worry arises from love
After breakfast, sunlight shines through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring into the living room like a golden veil.
She lay lazily on Wen Baijing's slender legs, squinting her eyes, and enjoying the moment of tranquility and beauty.
She raised her hand, her fingers slightly bent, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between her fingers, onto her fair and delicate cheeks.
Wen Baijing stroked her soft face and looked down at her.
"Zhen Zhen."
"Hmm?" She raised her head and looked at Wen Baijing with blinking eyes.
The sun was warm, outlining Wen Baijing's handsome features, and his eyes were filled with warmth.
How I wish time were warm amber, freezing this moment forever, so that they would always be by each other's side after thousands and thousands of years.
Ye Zhenzhen was a little dazed. Unfortunately, time would not secrete resin, so they could not make amber.
Wen Baijing shook his head and bent down to kiss her forehead.
She hooked her backhand around Wen Baijing's neck, her forehead burning hot.
"There's a new Northwestern cuisine restaurant opened in Yuncheng, let's go together!" Wen Baijing ruffled her hair.
"Why?" Ye Zhenzhen looked at him mischievously, "Is my homesickness for grilled lamb skewers?"
"I think so!" Wen Baijing replied with a faint smile, twisting the ends of her hair with his index finger.
"you…"
It was a very authentic Northwestern cuisine restaurant, decorated in a very ethnic style, with exquisite art tapestries, and the Twelve Muqams played by Aijek were cheerful and melodious.
Ye Zhenzhen is drinking handmade yogurt. The taste of her hometown takes her through time and space, back to her distant homeland.
"Your white beard has grown out." Wen Baijing smiled and reached out to wipe the milk stains from the corners of her mouth.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes sparkled, and she felt even more melancholy in her heart. Sometimes she would rather Wen Baijing be a jerk.
"Zhenzhen, keep this." Wen Baijing stuffed a card into her hand, his face full of sincerity, "Don't think too much, I just thought, in case you have an emergency, or you come across something you like..."
I didn't expect her to not appreciate it at all.
She had a splitting headache and stared at Wen Baijing blankly, tears suddenly filling her eyes. It turned out that in Wen Baijing's heart, she was no different from those women in the nightclub.
Ye Zhenzhen frowned and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Boss Wen, are you insulting me? Or are you insulting yourself?"
Wen Baijing hurriedly explained, "I was worried that you were in trouble, but you didn't want to tell me because of your pride. I just wanted to do something for you..."
"So, Mr. Wen is using money to make a deal with me?" Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened, trying hard to hold back her tears.
"Zhenzhen, you misunderstood. I just want to make it up to you..." Wen Baijing held her hand, "I want to be good to you..."
The deep sound of the dutar piano rang in my ears, and the melodious melody carried the unique yellow sand and uninhabited desolation of the desert, which was ancient and vicissitudes of life.
"Mr. Wen, my salary is enough to support myself. Thank you for your kindness." Ye Zhenzhen pulled her hand out of Wen Baijing's palm. She bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyelashes. "Although God did not give me wealth, we are still equal in spirit."
They were not equal in status and class, but Ye Zhenzhen's feelings should not be measured by money. She didn't understand why Wen Baijing, who used to understand her so well, was now doing things that trampled on her self-esteem.
She actually didn't really understand herself, and her self-analysis wasn't profound and thorough, but she hoped that he understood her. It didn't matter whether others understood her or not, she loved him, so she hoped that he understood her well enough.
She was too young at the time, and her understanding of human nature was too shallow. She had never experienced the accumulation of water in puddles on flat ground in clear weather after rain.
A man who knows a woman too well will not love her. She didn't understand this simple truth.
"Also, Mr. Wen, why do you want to make it up to me? Is it because of guilt? You can't respond to my feelings, so you rely on money to make up for it, is that right?"
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Wen Baijing angrily, with only endless disappointment in her heart. After all, she was wrong.
She suppressed her anger and said, "You don't have to waste this money. I wanted to tell you that we should not have any contact anymore. I knew from the beginning that it was impossible for us to be together."
Wen Baijing held her hand and sighed, "Zhenzhen, I really want to be good to you. Please don't say angry words..."
She shook off Wen Baijing's hand and said with some emotion, "Mr. Wen, I'm going to be late for work, so I won't accompany you for dinner."
"Zhenzhen..."
Avoiding Wen Baijing's hand, she opened the door of the box and ran without stopping, panting. It turned out that everything was fake, and the beauty she thought was just a transaction.
"Ye Zhenzhen!" Wen Baijing stood up and was about to chase after her.
The waiter came in with the dishes, "Hello..."
The autumn wind whistled past my ears, making sharp sounds, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The wind was like a sharp blade piercing my lungs mercilessly, and with every breath, the stinging sensation penetrated deep into my bones.
My temple felt like it had been hit hard and the pain was unbearable, and my heart was beating so fast that it almost burst through my chest.
Her body began to tremble and she gasped involuntarily. Stomach acid continued to secrete and rushed up her throat, bringing a strong feeling of nausea. She could no longer bear it, so she squatted down and covered her eyes tightly with her hands.
Bastard! He was a bastard to begin with! She was the one who was stupid, no one else's fault.
Ye Zhenzhen walked on the street like a zombie. She suddenly felt so tired and everything was meaningless. She had never thought of selling her feelings for profit, but Wen Baijing objectified her feelings.
It doesn’t matter what others think of her, but Wen Baijing cannot look at her like that.
Ye Zhenzhen was squeezed in the crowd in a daze, surrounded by endless laughter.
The cell phone kept ringing. She picked up the phone and looked at it, but she couldn't see the caller information clearly.
So tired! She just wanted to have a good sleep. Her eyelids became extremely heavy, as if they were pressed by a heavy object, and she could no longer open them. Her body lost its support and slowly fell down.
She tried to stay awake, but her consciousness gradually became blurred and her thoughts became confused. She seemed to fall into an endless dark abyss.
"Eh…"
"Wake up..."
"Little girl, what's wrong?"
There were many figures in front of me, noisy voices filled my ears, and many different unfamiliar faces flashed before my eyes.
I don’t know him. I don’t know any of him.
"Give way…"
That familiar voice seemed to come from another time and space, ethereal and unreal.
"Zhenzhen..."
Wen Baijing pushed through the crowd, squeezed next to her, picked her up from the limp ground, and kept calling her anxiously.
"Go away..."
Ye Zhenzhen half closed her eyes and tried to push him away with all her strength.
The smell of nasal disinfectant made her frown.
"Zhenzhen..."
She turned her face away stiffly, with complicated emotions surging in her heart.
Wen Baijing stood quietly beside her, his face full of worry and concern. He reached out and carefully brushed away a few strands of hair on her forehead.
"Go away, I don't want to see you..." Ye Zhenzhen reached out to push him away, squeezing out an angry scream from her throat.
"Be careful with your hands, you're still getting the injection..." Wen Baijing suppressed his anxiety and comforted her in a low voice.
"Go away..." Ye Zhenzhen repeated painfully with tears on her face.
He was really annoyed by her and could no longer bear it. He whispered, "Ye Zhenzhen, have you had enough!"
There was suppressed anger in his voice, as if it would explode in the next second.
Ye Zhenzhen turned around and glared at Wen Baijing.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and they were silent for a while.
"It's time to change the dressing!" The nurse came in with an IV bottle, "Ye Zhenzhen, right?"
"Yes!"
"You look so quiet and gentle, why are you so impatient? You should talk nicely next time. Losing your temper is not good for your health..." the nurse said softly.