The lie was exposed the moment it landed. Jian Anran couldn't help but bite 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 nervously.
She returned to the second bedroom with her head drooped. 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 has 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 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?
It was the first time I met Wen Siheng's parents that day. They were polite and elegant, and they seemed to have a poetic and calligraphic quality to them.
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 doesn't want him to know her miserable life. This is Jian Anran's last self-esteem.
"Dong dong dong——" The door of the second bedroom was knocked.
She came out wrapped in a bath towel and opened 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 and walked out. The bar light in the restaurant was on, and she could vaguely hear the sound of pots and bowls 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. Please be careful when ironing it."
In the kitchen, Wen Siheng squatted on the floor, taking out the dishes from the dishwasher one by one and putting them away.
"That's it?" Jian Anran blurted out, then realized that her tone was not quite right, 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, immersed herself in the soup, and used the top of her head to resist the other person's hot eyes.
"You go and have a rest first. I will 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. She was 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 carried her 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 her 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 she didn't even know that she was called upon in 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."
"What, dry firewood and heat...?" Ning Beibei had a bad smile on her face.
"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, Xiangyi has never been seen in the store.
Occasionally when we met in the office, Xiangyi would always dodge his eyes, and he would say hello to her unnaturally since he couldn't avoid it.
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 is that they are in the same office, but Xiangyi has passed the postgraduate entrance examination, and his uncle is still the vice president, which is a condition that even Jian Anran cannot 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.
"Please come in." She shouted toward the door in a low voice.
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 like some sleep-aiding ASMR.
Before her consciousness completely blurred, she whispered: "What's the matter... Let's talk about it 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, Jane 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 careless.
"Teacher Wen?" Mi Yingying seemed surprised as to why Jian Anran asked this.
