pjbooks Chapter 14 Why does this person act so provocatively regardless of the situation?
Chapter 14 Why does this person act so provocatively regardless of the situation?
As Su Qingyao walked closer to Wen Yu, she immediately recognized the two people on the sofa.
Wearing a flashy pink shirt and lazily swirling his wine glass, was Jiang Shubai, the one who had instigated the disturbance in the private room last time.
Sitting next to him, wearing a champagne-colored halter dress and with a bright and generous smile, was Wen Zhaoyue, who had kindly given her directions last time.
Upon seeing them, Jiang Shubai immediately curled his lips into a smile, his eyes darting between Su Qingyao and Wen Yu, revealing undisguised excitement and joy.
"Oh, the flower-delivering fairy is here?"
He deliberately dragged out the words "send flowers," his tone full of teasing.
Wen Zhaoyue stood up gracefully and walked to Su Qingyao, her smile showing more familiarity and sincerity than before.
"Qingyao, it's nice to see you again. This outfit suits you very well today."
Her gaze swept over Wen Yu's hand, which was still holding Su Qingyao's, and a knowing smile flickered in her eyes.
Looking at these two faces she had met once before, Su Qingyao felt a mix of emotions.
She remembered Jiang Shubai's teasing and joking last time, and she also remembered Wen Zhaoyue's kind guidance.
She nodded slightly and said politely, "Young Master Jiang, Miss Wen."
"No need to be so formal. Since you're A-Yu's chosen girlfriend, you're one of us. Just call me Yueyue."
Wen Zhaoyue's smile deepened as she glanced at Jiang Shubai beside her. "Just call him Shubai."
Su Qingyao couldn't help but look at Wen Yu. Hadn't he explained the truth about this relationship to his friend?
Wen Yu tightened his arms around her waist, his deep voice carrying a reassuring warmth.
"Relax, girlfriend."
As he spoke, he put his arm around her and walked towards the sofa, while gently kicking Jiang Shubai at the same time, "Speak properly."
Jiang Shubai raised his hands in surrender, but his face still wore that nonchalant smile. "Yes, Young Master Wen! I'm just happy for you!"
He looked at Su Qingyao, this time toned it down a bit, "Qingyao, I didn't scare you last time, did I? I'm just a talkative person, I didn't mean any harm."
Wen Zhaoyue gently placed a glass of warm juice in front of Su Qingyao, then sat down next to her, subtly separating herself from Jiang Shubai.
"Don't listen to his nonsense," she said, turning slightly to the side, her voice carrying a hint of good-natured teasing.
"But I really didn't expect that the little girl who was so timid when she came to deliver flowers last time would become Ah Yu's baby all the time."
With a sparkle in her eyes and a smile, she added, "This is A-Yu's first time in a relationship."
Su Qingyao's ears turned a blush, and she subconsciously looked at the man beside her.
Wen Yu was looking down at her, a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes filled with indulgence and doting affection.
He responded with perfect ease, his fingertips gently twirling the ends of her hair.
"Baby is my first love."
He deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of grievance, "But... I can't start something and then abandon it."
Su Qingyao turned her face away in embarrassment, muttering softly, "It's like everyone's a first time..."
Wen Yu chuckled softly, pulling her closer to him, his voice resolute.
"Precisely because this is the first time for both of us, I need to protect my baby even more and not let anyone take him away."
"Ugh—" Jiang Shubai exaggeratedly rubbed his arms.
"This is terrifying! Who would have thought that the young master Wen, who used to throw all his love letters in the trash, would be like this when it comes to dating! I haven't even eaten yet, and I'm already full from all this PDA!"
Wen Yu didn't even look up, casually tossing a cushion at him, "If you can't stand it, then get lost."
Wen Zhaoyue looked at the two lovable characters and couldn't help but chuckle.
She noticed that although Su Qingyao was shy, she gradually relaxed in Wen Yu's arms, and a trace of relief flashed in her eyes.
"Speaking of which, we're all alumni."
Wen Zhaoyue started a new topic at the right time, her voice clear and pleasant.
"Shubai and I both attend Peking University. I'm a sophomore, and he's a freshman like you."
When she talked about interesting things on campus, she was witty and insightful, which quickly dispelled Su Qingyao's last bit of restraint.
Although Jiang Shubai was sharp-tongued, he also tacitly cooperated to ease the atmosphere.
Wen Yu held Su Qingyao's hand the whole time, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the base of her thumb.
Whenever Jiang Shubai spoke too erratically, he would glance at him indifferently, and the other party would restrain himself a bit.
"Speaking of which," Wen Zhaoyue took a sip of red wine and casually brought it up, "Ayu took a leave of absence from school last year, and when school starts in September, he should be a sophomore like Qingyao."
Su Qingyao subconsciously pressed on, "Why did he drop out of school back then?"
"Baby, you care about your husband so much?" Wen Yu suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and ambiguous.
Su Qingyao's ears burned, and she gave him a light glare.
Why does this person act so provocatively regardless of the situation?
He chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing subtle circles in her palm, a deep meaning hidden in his eyes. "It's a bit of a shame I can't be your senior... but it's better this way."
He paused, his gaze like a fine net, enveloping her within it.
"We can study together, work on projects together, graduate together... and be together every day."
Su Qingyao looked into his eyes, and a corner of her heart trembled slightly.
Will their deal... last until then?
Jiang Shubai, standing opposite him, exaggeratedly shrugged his shoulders. "Ayu has long since passed away—"
Wen Zhaoyue gently kicked him under the table and then smiled as she continued the conversation.
"It's perfectly normal for couples to plan for the future. Speaking of Qingyao, won't there be more physics experiments after sophomore year?"
This little incident made Su Qingyao feel a little strange, but she quickly had her attention diverted by Wen Zhaoyue's few words.
After chatting for a while, Su Qingyao got up and went to the restroom.
As soon as she left the private room, Jiang Shubai leaned close to Wen Yu and whispered, "Ah Yu, you finally won the heart of your beauty. How does it feel to have your wish fulfilled?"
Wen Yu swirled his wine glass, his gaze falling on Su Qingyao's empty seat, his eyes deep. "Exceptionally good."
Wen Zhaoyue frowned at Jiang Shubai, "Can't you watch what you say?"
"I'm just happy for him..." Jiang Shubai muttered.
"You'd be lucky if you just said less." Wen Zhaoyue turned to Wen Yu, her tone serious. "Ayu, Qingyao is gentle by nature. Try to tone it down, or you'll scare her away."
Wen Yu chuckled softly, a stubborn glint flashing in his eyes. "Run? She can't escape."
He ran his fingertips along the rim of the glass, his voice deep and resonant, carrying an air of absolute certainty, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll make her get used to it little by little... until she can't live without it anymore."
Like vines entwining a tree, like water seeping into a crack, it silently but gradually encroaches upon it.
Until her world consisted only of his silhouette, and she could no longer see any other path, nor could she escape.
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Su Qingyao stood in front of the sink, scooped up a handful of cold water and gently patted her slightly hot cheeks, then let out a long sigh of relief in front of the mirror.
The person in the mirror had a soft curve at the corners of their eyes and brows that they themselves were unaware of.
The past week or so has felt like an overly real dream.
Gentle, focused, meticulous... everything about her is as perfect as a textbook example of a romantic relationship.
But the more wonderful it seemed, the more unsettling it felt, like living in a castle in the air.
She composed herself and turned to walk back.
As soon as my hand touched the doorknob of the private room, the intermittent sounds of conversation inside could be faintly heard through the crack.
"...How does it taste?" was Jiang Shubai's usual slightly teasing tone.
"very good."
Wen Yu's voice was lower than usual, and its slow, deliberate tone conveyed a resolute certainty.
"...She can't escape."
"Does she know—"
She doesn't need to know.
Wen Yu interrupted decisively, his tone radiating complete control.
"She just needs to stay by my side."
Su Qingyao's heart sank suddenly, and her hand on the doorknob froze.