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Chapter 116 Dinner
Jian Chi took a breath, the fabric on his shoulders was vaguely soaked in water. He carefully and slowly hugged Wen Chuan’s back. He was thin enough he could feel the contours of his shoulder blades, and did not dare to exert force.
“I won’t go.”
After being quiet for a while, Jian Chi let out a second sound: “You sit down and rest first, I will be here with you.”
Comforting people was not Jian Chi’s strength, he can only speak his mind as much as possible, directly passing it on to Wen Chuan to make him feel better. Pulling Wen Chuan, who was silent, to sit on the sofa, Jian Chi finally saw Wen Chuan’s face clearly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyelashes and the end of his reddish eyes were covered with transparent tears, and a few strands of his hair fell on the side of his ear, adding a touch of fragility. He still had a cold face, showing restraint and indifference.
He avoided Jian Chi’s eyes, as if he didn’t want to be seen in such a sorry state. When he spoke again, he calmly overcame the vibrato: “This morning, Fu Zhenhao came to me.”
“Your…” Jian Chi couldn’t say the words ‘father’, vaguely guessing what Wen Chuan was going to say next, and asked cautiously, “Why did he come find you?”
“He wants me to change my surname to go back to the Fu house, he wants to hold a banquet in two weeks,” Wen Chuan said. His eyes flickered in the dark, and he couldn’t tell whether it was disgust or numbness. “The invitation was sent as soon as my grandmother left. He had been waiting for this day.”
Jian Chi moved his lips, but failed to say a complete sentence.
Wen Chuan in the story finally returned to the Fu house.
At the beginning, Wen Chuan was willing to come to Chuanlin with Fu Zhenhao because the other party would invite the top medical team for his grandma and give Jingjing a better learning environment, so he compromised for the first time. His Grandma’s departure was undoubtedly a huge blow to Wen Chuan, and the debt he owed to the Fu family became increasingly hard to pay back. Even if this was the compensation that Fu Zhenhao should give as a father, Wen Chuan never regarded him as a Father.
Wen Chuan had a scale in his heart. He measured what others have given him and paid the equivalent in return. Even in the face of the most hated person, he had never changed his principles. Jian Chi didn’t know what kind of mood Wen Chuan had at the banquet at the time, but being assigned the status of ‘the eldest son of the Fu Family’ by all the guests must not be a joy, let alone a relief.
He was desperate and put the shackles from the Fu family on himself. Although Fu Zhenhao was deeply disappointed by his ignorant young son, he decided to train Wen Chuan wholeheartedly and support him to become the next heir to the Fu family. At that time, Wen Chuan, who was no longer in despair, spent a hundred times more effort than others to win the eyes of Fu Zhenhao, but the picture of him smiling was never described in the book.
Wen Chuan became a really cold-hearted person. Jian Chi, who used to read the words in the book, only felt a little pity, but when this moment really came, innumerable connections had bound him and Wen Chuan together, Jian Chi couldn’t contain the resistance and fear, he didn’t want Wen Chuan to become as described in the book. Once this selfish thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.
“What do you think?” After Jian Chi asked, he unconsciously grasped the sofa cushion under his body.
“I refused.”
Wen Chuan leaned his back down, and this supposedly relaxed posture revealed unspeakable tension, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on his chest, making his voice dull: “He asked me to think about it. He told me that returning to the Fu house is equivalent to owning everything.”
Fu Zhenhao was right, this cold ‘everything’ represented power, money, and an identity that the former couldn’t achieve, perhaps if he was replaced by anyone, it would be hard for anyone to refuse.
Jian Chi let go of the hand holding the sofa cushion a little bit, and it seemed like something was spreading silently in his heart. Wen Chuan will make the final decision, and he must have already thought about the benefits and decided to give it up to exchange for the success in the eyes of everyone in the end. His thoughts were too naive, and for Wen Chuan, who was in a difficult situation, it was naivety that could not help. “What he said is right. You will have more opportunities after you go back.”
He thought it was a good enough cover without revealing his true emotions, Wen Chuan looked sideways at Jian Chi, his eyes dark as if trying to penetrate his heart, “Do you really think so?”
“Really.” Jian Chi said this, but avoided his eyes.
“You don’t want me to go back.”
“Wen Chuan, I don’t want to interfere with your decision.”
Wen Chuan said, “I want to hear your thoughts.”
Jian Chi lowered his eyes and many scattered pictures flashed by, including Wen Chuan’s indifference and rejection at first, and then his open heart to talk and approach, as well as his first smile, the stunning beauty that melted frost… All of it turned into self-sacrifice. He whispered: “Yes, I don’t want you to go back, you won’t be happy.”
He was not Fu Zhenhao, he didn’t want Wen Chuan’s outstanding performance to bring so-called face, nor was he the crowd watching a good show from the sidelines, and he didn’t want things to turn towards dog blood drama. Jian Chi’s idea was very simple. Like his grandmother and Jingjing, he only wanted Wen Chuan to be happy.
After saying these words, the stagnant air in his heart also dissipated, and Jian Chi said, “I know it’s naive to think like this, you don’t have to take it to heart. After returning to the Fu family, the Fu family will treat you well, at least superficially. They will definitely not make it hard on you very much. You can learn a lot from this. Maybe Fu Zhenhao will be very satisfied with you in the future and will choose to leave the entire Fu family to you. Right, you have to be careful about Fu Boyu, I heard that he hates you, and when you live together in the future, he will definitely find ways to trouble you.”
Jian Chi didn’t forget that Fu Zhenhao’s younger son would design schemes everywhere after Wen Chuan returned, and he was jealous of this older brother who was better than him. It brought a lot of trouble to Wen Chuan at that time.
Wen Chuan stared at Jian Chi’s determined eyes, the flickering emotions blended with the darkness, there were many things he wanted to say, but the answer seemed to be in his heart. The clenched hand slowly loosened, covering Jian Chi’s back, tightening it. When passing his hot body temperature, Jian Chi subconsciously shrank, but did not pull away in the end.
“I know.”
Wen Chuan didn’t say what he knew, but Jian Chi had automatically added the second half of the sentence – ‘I will go back to the Fu house and be careful with Fu Boyu’.
Jian Chi couldn’t tell whether he was sad or relieved. He told himself, and also convinced himself, that this was the best choice for Wen Chuan.
The funeral was scheduled for three days later. After the lunch break, Jian Chi took a half-day leave to come to the funeral scene, and saw Wen Chuan in a black suit and Jingjing in a black dress standing in front of the empty tomb. Jingjing was still young, but she had always been smarter than her peers. Holding Wen Chuan’s hand, she placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of her grandmother’s tomb.
She stood there quietly, her black grape-like eyes covered with a stubborn fog, just as tenacious and stubborn as Wen Chuan. However, as soon as she turned around, tears fell down. Wen Chuan picked up Jingjing, patted her back, and said a few words in her ear. Jingjing nodded, and the cries gradually subsided.
But the next day, the news that the Fu family was going to hold a banquet spread all over Saintston. Jian Chi who ignoress the HS Forum was informed by Ji Huaisi in the afternoon. Wen Chuan had already started to attend classes normally, and he did not disappear involuntarily as before. His indifference and eccentricity were familiar to everyone, and no one noticed anything unusual. Although some people who knew the inside story suspected that the banquet was related to Wen Chuan’s identity, no one disclosed the news on the forum.
“The Fu family sent invitation letters to a lot of people, and it looked like they were going to announce a big matter, but they didn’t mention it in the letter,” Ji Huaisi said, “Would you like to go with me?”
Since Ji Huaisi stepped down as the vice president, the place where they stayed the most had changed from the office to the PC’s private study room. Originally, Ji Huaisi invited Jian Chi to study in his dormitory where the atmosphere was quiet and undisturbed. Jian Chi went there twice, but both times, from studying hard at the beginning, he eventually became mixed up with Ji Huaisi. The third time, Jian Chi expressed a stern refusal, so unfortunately Ji Huaisi changed the location to the PC study room. Although it was still a closed environment, and in Jian Chi’s opinion, this study room was too extravagant, even worthy of a small kitchen for making coffee and a ping pong table, but in public, Ji Huaisi restrained a lot.
Hearing him mention the Fu family’s banquet, Jian Chi’s heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his head from the computer, “I…”
“Jian Chi.”
Jian Chi and Ji Huaisi looked at the person who pushed the door open together. Shen Shuting’s figure stood at the door. He didn’t feel that his presence was disturbing them at all, and he closed the door thoughtfully when he came in. Ji Huaisi’s smile condensed slightly, and he wanted to get up, “Why are you here? Is there something for me? Let’s go out and talk about it.”
Before Ji Huaisi stood up, Shen Shuting replied with a negative answer: “I’m looking for Jian Chi.”
“Jian Chi?” Ji Huaisi’s gaze swept across Shen Shuting and Jian Chi’s faces, he sat down and leaned back in the chair, nodding slightly and smiling, “Just talk here, hurry up, we still have something to do, it’s not over yet.”
The double standard was so righteous, Jian Chi thought of this inexplicably. When he came back to his senses, Shen Shuting had already walked in front of him. He didn’t know why but when Shen Shuting approached, Jian Chi smelled a faint cold fragrance. Does Shen Shuting have the habit of spraying perfume?
Jian Chi couldn’t help but stay on Shen Shuting’s face for a while, wondering what the other party had to do with him, and how to speak later to appear natural. Shen Shuting’s cold brows indistinctly moved for a moment, probably since it was the first time he was doing this kind of thing and felt a little rusty. He took out an invitation-style envelope from his arms and put it in front of Jian Chi’s desk.
“At the Fu family dinner in a week, you will be my male companion.”