After the dinner party ended.
Yun Yuwan couldn't find Wen Yangzhi anywhere.
Until she discovered him standing in the garden pavilion.
Night was lonely, the garden's night lights had a cold hue, like a thin layer of snow covering his body, making him look like a deity. Even the silky creases of his shirt had an oil-painting-like elegance, let alone his outstanding appearance.
Yun Yuwan was excited, and if it weren't for her injured foot, she probably would have hopped and skipped to his side.
However, despite her injury, she unhesitatingly broke through Wen Yangzhi's boundaries, walked up to him, nearly pressing against him, and looked up gently, "Brother, you were so handsome just now."
Wen Yangzhi glanced down at her briefly, then looked away, too lazy to pay her any attention.
The smoke from the cigarette between his fingers rose in delicate wisps.
Yun Yuwan moved closer to him and pretended to be pitiful, trying her best to seduce him, "Brother, my foot hurts so much, can you carry me up again?"
Her eyes were watery, weak and helpless, as if they had little hooks in them.
He finally paid her some attention, his gaze thinly drifted down to her ankle,
"If your leg was broken, then maybe."
Yun Yuwan huffed quietly, she looked down, her long hair unintentionally brushing against his chest as she muttered,
"Can you stop smoking, are you bothered by a lot of things?"
The silky itching sensation flowed over Wen Yangzhi's chest, his voice cold and deep,
"Having you in front of me is bothersome enough."
A longer piece of ash fell to the ground, the Maple in the pavilion outside gently swayed, its leaf shadows intertwined with the light shadows, delicate and sprawling. His gaze was an unfathomable ink mist.
However, Yun Yuwan, who should have been sad upon hearing these words, instead confidently tilted her chin up, her doe eyes proud and sly,
"Bothered because you like me but can't have me?"
Wen Yangzhi's hand pinching the cigarette tightened slightly.
He didn't speak, just stared at her.
It was as if she had said something wrong; without paying much more attention to her, he made her realize that she had misspoken.
But Yun Yuwan didn't seem to understand his hidden meaning and became even more brazen, moving even closer to him, her voice rising clear as a mountain stream,
"Brother, do you really like me?"
Wen Yangzhi's voice was calm, "That's enough."
She asked back in confusion, "Enough of what?"
He flicked off the ash, the pale lamp light falling on the backs of his slender fingers, as if they were a jade flute, cold and detached, "I'm not one of those men outside you can play with."
She lifted her chin, justified, "Right, you're the man who can play with me at home."
Wen Yangzhi, already very irritated, "..."
He furrowed his brows.
Before he could speak again, she stretched her neck to look at him, willfully demanding this and that, "Brother, can I still go to the Jing Building to play now?"
Wen Garden had four villas, besides the ones used for living, entertaining, and hosting guests, there was also the Jing Building.
It was specially designated for Wen Yangzhi, and only he lived there.
Besides his bedroom, there was his study, audio-visual room, billiard room, and gym. His particularly close friends would also visit the Jing Building.
In a nutshell, it was Wen Yangzhi's personal domain. Generally, unless specifically mentioned, no one, not servants or family, would go to the Jing Building, except at certain times for cleaning.
She was so grown up, yet she spoke childishly.
He was a bit impatient, "Play what?"
She really wanted to say "Play with you."
But she still felt that Wen Yangzhi might be thin-skinned; otherwise, why would he not admit his feelings for her for so long.
Her voice was soft, feigning innocence, "I want to enter your study."
Wen Yangzhi was decisively, "You can't."
Yun Yuwan's mouth fell, whining, "Why can't I, do I have to cry like before for you to give me a chance to enter?"
The night breeze fluttered the flowers in the garden, the dew cold and night deep, and he too was thinly clad,
"Times have changed."
She rightfully felt aggrieved and shook his sleeve, "What's the difference? Before, you used to carry me there, and now I can't even walk over by myself?"
He looked down at her, his long and broad Fuxi Eyes noble and detached. His eyebrows thick and upturned, his eyes dense and profound, the outer corners flat yet sharp, like a long sword just breaking through the wind.
In physiognomy, Fuxi Eyes were inherently the eyes of a leader, destined to hold high positions. Especially since he also possessed the Fuxi Bone, with a bone structure robust and distinct. His nose bridge and brow bone were high like green mountains, and his court bone was exquisitely prominent, exuding an air of lofty coldness. It seemed almost inevitable.
Looking at her now, that sense of distance born from his nobility was cool and thin:
"Do you think crying will help?"
She tugged at his sleeve, petulantly said, "Then I'll just cry right here, I want to see if it's of any use."
He flicked the ash off his cigarette, his expression indifferent, "Men don't like to hear women crying in public."
She looked up defiantly and asked him, "Then where is crying effective?"
He stated succinctly, "On the bed."
Her face suddenly flushed red, looking at him with disbelief.
Wen Yangzhi didn't make any superfluous movements, even his expression remained cold, as if the words he had just said hadn't come from his mouth.
It took her a while to stammer, "What are you talking about, who cries on the bed..."
Wen Yangzhi's eyelids lifted slightly, "It's just that you don't."
His face, within the Night and the dim yellow light, was indistinct, and she was momentarily stunned.
A sense of shallow detachment emanated from his entire being, giving off an aura of 'keep out', and at that moment, it indeed made her feel a distance between them.
There were many things about him she didn't know.
Unable to restrain herself, she pressed on, "Have you had many girlfriends?"
He was unconcerned, "Does it matter?"
Yun Yuwan tried her best to pretend it was of no consequence, "Indeed, what era is it now, with your money and good looks, you must have enough girlfriends to form a soccer team."
He took a drag of his cigarette, his tone lazy as usual, "A rugby team."
A soccer team has eleven players, while a rugby team has fifteen, even more than the more commonly known soccer team.
Yun Yuwan stumbled again.
She suddenly felt a bit sad, although she knew with Wen Yangzhi's conditions it was impossible for him not to have ex-girlfriends, but the thought of him dating others during the years she knew him was disquieting.
She might also kiss and embrace him, but he had already done that with others.
A sour feeling inexplicably welled up in her heart.
She was so exasperated that her chest felt tight, "Then you just listen to your entire rugby team cry in bed at night."
Seeing her anger, he showed a bit more patience, "An entire rugby team, you should thank me for my stamina."
She raged, "Of course, because you're the rugby ball!"
Wen Yangzhi rarely smiled.
But why on earth did he choose to be happy right now?
She collapsed in frustration and resentment, "Do you really have as many ex-girlfriends as a rugby team?"
Wen Yangzhi began coldly, "Do you think I have so much time to waste?"
She thought about it carefully, since she had known Wen Yangzhi, she seemed to have never seen him idle, either handling company affairs or studying.
Wen Yangzhi didn't explain much, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and stepped away from Wen Garden.
She suddenly realized it.
Right, Wen Yangzhi didn't have time to date at all.
She suddenly laughed alone in Jing Building.
He was clearly tricking her, a dyed-in-the-wool bachelor pretending and lying, even though he was single.
She returned to her room and sent a message to Lin Chu.
Amidst his busy schedule, Lin Chu found time to be amazed, but unfortunately, he missed the point,
"Before, crying was enough, now it's limited to crying on the bed, goddamn it, the price you have to pay to get in his study now is way too high, it's like selling yourself."
Chuchu: "Indeed, acquiring knowledge is a difficult process, and it's quite possible that one must also sell their energy and dignity."
Yun Yuwan: "?"
"Damn human trafficker, I recognized at a glance that you're not Lin Chu, where did you take Lin Chu?"