noffsinger Chapter 732 Extra? Xu Jinsangyu
Chapter 732 Extra? Xu Jinsangyu
The spring rain in Ning City always has a sticky feeling.
When Sang Wan woke up from the big bed in the five-star hotel, she had a splitting headache.
A few strands of hair were scattered on the beige sheets. The profile of the man next door was immersed in the morning light, and his tall nose was still stained with red marks from her fingernails last night.
She suddenly remembered the scene at three o'clock in the morning.
The moment I pushed open the door of the split-level suite, the aromatherapy machine was spewing lavender smoke into the air. The man was curled up on the carpet, with most of his shirt collar torn open, and beads of sweat on his neck were sliding down his collarbone.
She originally came to deliver new drawings to the editor, but accidentally stumbled into this carefully planned scheme.
The worst thing is that she had seen this person at Ning University.
"Sorry……"
Sang Wan stared at the three hundred yuan in cash on the bedside table, her fingers trembling as she pinched the edge of the note.
The pen handwriting spread in the morning light: "I'm sorry about last night. I'll give you money for the taxi."
She didn't dare to stay any longer, so she grabbed her canvas bag and ran out.
In his panic, he even forgot to hack into the hotel's surveillance system and tampered with the surveillance video.
When Xu Yan woke up, he was twisting the three hundred yuan bill between his fingertips.
His messy hair was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite. A corner of the note on the bedside table was lifted by the wind, revealing the hasty period at the end.
He suddenly smiled and stroked the creases on the banknote with his fingertips.
This was the first time in his life that a woman had "prostituted" him and paid for him.
The surveillance is not broken.
The investigation went surprisingly smoothly.
Xu Yan admitted that he approached Sang Wan on purpose.
He wanted to see if the friends of the woman who hurt Brother Pei so badly were also of the same kind.
If they could hook Song Yuesheng out, he and Zhou Mingxuan wouldn't have to listen to those half-hearted words spoken by drunk people.
Just as he thought, Sang Wan saw him in the studio and was scared like a mouse seeing a cat.
It doesn't take much thought to know what she is thinking.
After a few visits, Xu Yan became a frequent visitor to the studio.
When Sang Wan stayed up late to draw, he would quietly make hot cocoa and serve it in a custom-made porcelain cup with the little starfish she drew printed on the bottom of the cup.
When she was revising the tenth draft for the client, she would directly buy the rejected original work and say, "A moon like this shouldn't be locked in a computer."
Three months later, on the Autumnal Equinox, Sang Wan discovered star lights all over the floor of her studio.
Xu Yan knelt on one knee. In the ring box lay a silver ring inlaid with diamonds, and the ring face had a wave pattern that she had casually drawn.
"Sang Wan," he said in a trembling voice, "will you marry me?"
The celebration banquet for the successful proposal was held in the revolving restaurant on the top floor, and the champagne tower reflected the lights of the city.
Sang Wan was feeding the second piece of cake into Xu Yan's mouth when her cell phone suddenly vibrated in her bag.
The moment he picked up the phone, his face changed suddenly.
Just then, a muffled thunder rolled past the window and raindrops began to hit the glass.
"Dad, I'm now..." Xu Yan's words were interrupted by the other side, and his knuckles were clenched until they turned white.
Sang Wan saw his Adam's apple rolling, and suddenly remembered the way he curled up on the carpet when they first met, with the same fragility hidden in his tense shoulders.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
The Xu family’s old house on a rainy night is like a silent fortress.
My father sat on the leather sofa, the teacup knocking against the mahogany coffee table made a harsh sound: "If you marry her, I will immediately remove you from the family tree."
The mother chuckled as if to add insult to injury: "I heard that your little painter's studio is discussing financing recently? If the investor suddenly withdraws the investment..."
Xu Yan stared at the portrait of his grandfather on the wall, and Sang Wan's words today rang in his ears: "From now on, all my paintings will be signed with your name as a joint creation."
He suddenly remembered the first time he went to her former studio. It was a very small place filled with drawings.
There are many stickers, all of which are filled with the dream of becoming a great painter.
"I'm tired of it."
When we returned to the restaurant, Sang Wan was packing up the unfinished cake.
Xu Yan heard his own voice like a piece of iron tempered with ice, "Let's break up."
The cake box fell to the ground with a "bang", and the cream mixed with fruit jam spread on the carpet, just like her expression at the moment.
The following six months felt like a long torture.
Xu Yan always looked through Sang Wan’s circle of friends late at night. Sometimes it was the lights of the studio at three in the morning, and sometimes she went to a welfare home to volunteer. The caption was always “Keep working hard today too.”
Later, Song Yuesheng came back and the circle of friends became a gathering for the two of them again.
Xu Yan deleted and downloaded her contact information until he finally pressed the call button when he was drunk.
"I miss you……"
Half an hour later, Sang Wan appeared in the Mirage Club's box.
Xu Yan didn't know how she found this place.
Ask each family?
Silly girl.
He really wanted to hug her and tell her how much he missed her, but his father's secretary was right next to him, looking at him meaningfully.
So he gritted his teeth and deliberately pulled her over to make an intimate move.
Sang Wan ran away without saying a word.
"Are you satisfied?"
Xu Yan shook off the secretary and said through gritted teeth.
The secretary smiled indifferently: "Mr. Xu will be satisfied with your attitude, Mr. Xu."
Xu Yan sneered and drank bottle after bottle of wine.
He could leave the Xu family without any worries, but he couldn't help but consider Sang Wan's future.
She had finally established herself in Ning City and opened such a big studio, which could not be affected by their relationship.
He loves Sang Wan, but he can't get close to her and be with her.
But some people mocked him, saying that he was a coward and incompetent and could only make excuses for himself.
Song Yuesheng.
She actually said that his love for Sang Wan was childish, that he was reluctant to leave the Xu family's well-fed and well-clothed life, and that he had never made up his mind to leave the Xu family. Before leaving, he threatened that if he didn't love Sang Wan, he should not bother her, otherwise she would send him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Ah.
If he had not made up his mind, he would not have suffered so painfully.
It's not anyone else's turn to interfere in what happens between him and Sang Wan.
But Sang Wan seemed to be drugged by Song Yuesheng.
Ever since Song Yuesheng returned to Ning City, Sang Wan not only hacked into the surveillance cameras, but also became eloquent. And now——
Xu Yan stared at the long scratch on his arm. Blood was seeping out slightly, which was particularly glaring on the cold white skin.
Sang Wan actually stabbed him with a hairpin.
"Sang Wan."
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, yet it also sounded like some kind of powerless compromise.
She stood at the door, her slender fingers tightly grasping the silver hairpin, her knuckles turning white, and her other hand pressed firmly against the door frame, preventing him from getting any closer.
Xu Yan's gaze moved from her trembling hands to her pale face.
"You can ignore me." He spoke slowly, every word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth, "but you must stay away from Song Yuesheng."
He reached out and touched the wound on his arm, his tone almost sarcastic: "Look at what you have become now? A hacker? Or a killer?"
Sang Wan's eyelashes trembled, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little, like a candle flame blown out by the wind.
"Xu Yan..." Her voice was very soft, but as sharp as a knife. "You don't understand anything, and you don't understand me."
Xu Yan frowned deeply.
"People like you—"
She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled bitterly: "You probably don't understand what it feels like to be nicknamed, smeared, and slandered by your classmates, right?"
His breathing hitched.
"Are my experiences just a few lines of information to you?"
Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was talking to herself.
"Besides feeling sorry for me, have you ever thought about what my mentality was at that time?"
Xu Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something, but ended up remaining silent.
"I was timid and afraid to tell my teachers and parents. I didn't have any friends... Every day going to school was a new nightmare."
She raised her eyes, her eyes slightly red, "If it weren't for Xiaoyue, I would have died long ago."
Xu Yan's fingers clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deeply into his palms.
"She saved me. She discovered my talent for computers, hired teachers to teach me, and taught me how to protect myself. She pulled me out of the past little by little."
Sang Wan's voice trembled slightly.
"Do you know how much I have paid to become what I am now?"
Xu Yan's chest felt like it was being tightly grasped by something, causing him to feel stuffy and painful.
"You know nothing." She shook her head gently, her smile pale, "It took me a long, long time to become the me you like."
"Like the freckles on my face..."
Sang Wan pointed at them and forced a bitter smile: "You have no idea how long it took me to be able to wear them calmly to attend various occasions and not care about other people's comments on my appearance."
Xu Yan's breathing suddenly tightened.
"Xu Yan..." She took a deep breath, as if she had used up her last bit of strength, "Loving you is too tiring."
His pupils shrank suddenly.
"I don't want to become a gap between you and your family." Sang Wan slowly took a step back, "Go away."
Xu Yan reached out subconsciously, but the door had already closed heavily in front of him.
"I will not be shaken by your words anymore, nor will I...love you anymore."
Her voice came through the door, as soft as a sigh, but it pierced his heart like a knife.
Xu Yan stood there, the wound on his arm was aching slightly, but the more painful place was deep in his chest.
He didn't know how he left in the end.
**
Xu Yan stood by the glass fence on the second floor of the shopping mall, his eyes fixed on Sang Wan in the coffee shop downstairs.
He had originally come only to pick up a document, but somehow he followed her all the way.
Ever since he was turned away by her that day, he hasn't dared to appear in front of her for more than a year.
He immersed himself in his work every day and listened to what achievements she had made.
It seems that an art exhibition will be held soon.
Xu Yan persuaded himself.
That's good.
Without him, her life looked much the same as before.
But at this moment, Sang Wan's condition was obviously not right.
She sat there stiffly, her face as pale as paper, and her whole body seemed nailed to the chair.
Following her gaze, Xu Yan saw the men chatting and laughing at the table, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
——He recognized that face.
In the investigation of Sang Wan’s past, Zhou Lin’s photo was highlighted as “the main perpetrator.”
Zhou Lin seemed to notice the gaze and turned to look over.
The moment their eyes met, Sang Wan's blood froze.
The other party narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully: "Hey, isn't this Sang Wan?"
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the cafe to hear.
Several old classmates turned their heads, their eyes filled with either surprise or mockery.
"I heard that you are quite good at painting now." Zhou Lin came over and looked down at her. "You were such a poor girl who didn't even dare to complain back then, but now you are quite good at it?"
Sang Wan's breathing began to rapid.
She thought she had long gotten over that past, but when Zhou Lin stood in front of her, she seemed to have turned back into the girl shivering in the toilet cubicle.