The lie was exposed the moment it landed. Jian Anran couldn't help biting her lower lip, and her shoulders shrank subconsciously.
Without looking back, Wen Siheng walked towards the dark restaurant.
After staying there for a long time, the other party didn't speak to her again. Jian Anran's heart was beating wildly, and her hands were rubbing the corners of her clothes uneasily.
Drooping her head, she returned to the second bedroom. After finding her pajamas on the bed, she took a long hot bath.
The bedroom was filled with mist. She reached out and wiped the mirror, revealing her flushed face.
The collarbone still had lingering marks from last night. She specially wore a dress with a relatively high collar today before she dared to go out.
The mist covered her face again, and she gradually couldn't see herself clearly in the mirror.
Wen Siheng had long known that she was hiding something from him, but she didn't want to tell her, so he didn't ask any more questions.
What flashed through Jian Anran's mind countless times today was, what would happen if she told him?
In fact, they had known each other for less than a month. To be honest, Jian Anran felt that she knew nothing about Wen Siheng.
What would happen if he found out? Would he generously offer that he would be responsible for her living expenses in the future?
——This is the last thing Jian Anran wants to happen.
Or will he respect her idea and let her work part-time and be responsible for the expenses?
I met Wen Siheng's parents for the first time that day. They were polite and elegant, and they seemed to be full of poetry and calligraphy.
Compare this to my parents who are having dinner with me. They yell and scream at every turn, and even the smallest thing can make them angry.
For the first time, Jian Anran deeply understood what it means to have a clear view of superiority and inferiority.
Originally unequal family conditions, but unexpected accidents brought them together closely.
While enjoying the moment, Jian Anran suddenly realized that she seemed to be preparing to separate at any time.
She didn't want him to know her miserable life. This was Jian Anran's last self-esteem.
"Dong dong dong——" There was a knock on the door of the second bedroom.
She wrapped herself in a bath towel and came out to open the door. Wen Siheng looked down at her red face, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed slightly.
"Come out for a moment."
Jian Anran had never seen such a serious Wen Siheng in class, so she said "Oh" without confidence.
"I'll change my clothes."
The other party nodded, turned around and closed the door.
After changing into her pajamas, she dragged her slippers out. The bar light in the restaurant was on, and she could vaguely hear the sound of pots and pans clattering from the kitchen.
When I got closer, I saw a cup of hot soup on the bar.
"My mother sent this today. It has just been heated up. Please be careful when ironing it."
In the kitchen, Wen Siheng squatted on the floor and took out the dishes in the dishwasher one by one and put them away.
"That's it?" Jian Anran blurted out, then realized that something was wrong with her tone and quickly changed her words.
"I mean thank you for your kindness, auntie. That's why you called me out."
After placing the last spoon, Wen Siheng stood up and dragged his gray slippers to the bar.
"What do you think I should say?"
Under the illumination of the overhead light, the other party's face became particularly cold, and there was an unfamiliar seriousness between his brows and eyes.
She picked up the spoon and buried her head in drinking the soup, using the top of her head to resist the other person's hot eyes.
"You go and have a rest first. I'll just wash the dishes later."
He said "hmm", said no more, and walked straight back to the master bedroom.
The moment the white bedroom door closed, Jian Anran couldn't tell whether she was finally relieved or a little more nervous.
She fell asleep in a state of uneasiness, half asleep and half awake at night, and had a restless night's sleep.
It was obviously a ten o'clock class in the morning, but she woke up at half past seven.
When she came out of the second bedroom, she specially took the slippers in her hands and tiptoed to the master bedroom.
The door was open, and when I looked around, there was no one inside.
"Pah," she threw the slippers on the ground and put them on again.
There was no one in the living room, dining room, or even the laundry room.
In the dressing room at the entrance, the pair of black leather shoes he usually wore were no longer there.
Jian Anran attended class all morning absent-mindedly and didn't even know that she was called upon to attend class.
Ning Beibei poked her waist with his elbow, "What's wrong with you? Are you downcast? Are you too tired from work?"
"It's okay," she leaned her head on the table with her hands, "I had trouble sleeping last night."
"Why, let's make a fire." Ning Beibei smiled evilly.
"What!" Jian Anran rolled her eyes, "It's just insomnia."
"Yeah, that's a pity." Ning Beibei said disappointedly.
When the last class was over, she got on the subway and arrived at the coffee shop just in time.
"I came on time." Su Yiqi raised his watch and looked at the time.
Su Yiqi was the only one in the store, and the bar was empty.
It seems that ever since I learned that she came here to work part-time, Xiang Yi has never been seen in the store again.
Occasionally when they met in the office, Xiangyi would always dodge his eyes, and since he couldn't avoid it, he would say hello to her unnaturally.
Even Mi Yingying began to reasonably doubt whether Xiangyi had any personal negative thoughts about Jian Anran.
Jian Anran had to carefully reflect on whether she had offended Xiangyi unintentionally.
The only intersection between the two of them was that they were in the same office, but Xiangyi had already passed the postgraduate entrance examination, and his uncle was still the deputy dean, which was a condition that even Jian Anran could not match.
No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what could a little undergraduate student do to her?
After running around for a day, I stood in a coffee shop for four hours.
When she got home, Jian Anran looked in the mirror and realized that her legs were swollen and she could hardly bend her knees.
After taking a bath, she immediately threw herself into the embrace of the quilt and pillow. After a day of exhausting physical energy, her consciousness began to blur as soon as she lay down, and she seemed to hear a knock on the door while she was half asleep.
"Come in." She called quietly toward the door.
The door opened a small crack and Wen Siheng poked his head in. The room was dark.
"What's the matter?" Jian Anran felt like she would close her eyes again in the next second.
"I have something to tell you."
The other party's hoarse voice sounded to Jian Anran as if it was ASMR, a sleeping aid.
Before her consciousness completely blurred, she whispered: "Let's talk about anything tomorrow."
In the darkness, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Jian Anran turning over and rubbing against the quilt, and then fell into silence again.
"Good night." Wen Siheng said softly, closed the door and left.
When I woke up the next day, Wen Siheng was still not at home. The huge house was empty. There was a sandwich, a cup of hot cocoa and a note on the dining table.
[Remember to heat it up before drinking]
I don't know when the cocoa was soaked. I stretched out the back of my hand and gently leaned it against the cup. It was completely cold.
All the other seniors in the office have already arrived, and the glass door of the small office at the back is closed tightly, making it impossible to tell whether there is anyone inside.
After reading the project documents at the workstation all morning, and seeing that nothing happened in the afternoon, Jian Anran copied the information from the hard drive to the computer and started doing her own coursework.
"Teacher Wen, don't you need to come out for lunch?"
When she was going to pour water, she passed by Mi Yingying's seat and Jian Anran asked pretending to be casual.
"Teacher Wen?" Mi Yingying seemed surprised as to why Jian Anran asked this.
