Jing Xiaocha felt extrely frustrated.
However, sitting beside her, Wen Jin was composed and calm, gentle and elegant. Compared to her frustration, he was in a good mood.
She pursed her lips, secretly thinking that tomorrow she’d go see who rented her apartnt and ask whether she could get it back.
It’s true that Jing Xiaocha liked Wen Jin. She used to often go to Wen Jin’s house to eat and drink for free, and sotis even stay overnight.
But that wasn’t permanent residence.
Moreover, their relationship was different back then.
Now, moving into his house, under what identity?
Would she have to live with him?
With this thought, her face began to heat up again, so images not suitable for children popped into her mind, she couldn’t help it, she had a vivid imagination.
She couldn’t control herself from thinking about those face-flushing, heart-pounding scenes.
Wen Jin noticed Jing Xiaocha was silent and turned to look out the window, thinking she was angry.
He hesitated for a mont and explained, "Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan were rejected by you at the hospital last ti. They probably harbor resentnt against you. Living at my place saves you from their pestering."
ntioning Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan, Jing Xiaocha rembered the ti she agreed with Jin Zheyu not to sue Zheng Shirui, which made Wen Jin angry, and she pursed her lips, saying nothing.
Wen Jin’s gaze deepened, and he too fell silent.
Upon arriving at the Wen Family, Wen Jin carried Jing Xiaocha’s luggage and led her into the living room.
Aunt Chen ca over to take the luggage from Wen Jin’s hand and carried it up to the room.
"Xiaocha, sit for a while. Aunt Chen has made soup, I’ll go get so for you. Drink a bowl and then rest."
Wen Jin said as he went into the kitchen to get soup for her.
Jing Xiaocha didn’t have a chance to refuse, as Wen Jin was already in the kitchen.
She walked to the sofa and sat down, looking around at the spacious living room, unchanged since her last visit.
Two minutes later, Wen Jin ca out carrying two bowls of soup. Jing Xiaocha thought they were both for her, and hastily said, "I can’t drink two bowls, Brother Wen, one bowl for each of us."
Wen Jin chuckled, "One of these wasn’t ant for you."
"..."
Jing Xiaocha was embarrassed.
"Your room is next to my bedroom. Originally, I intended for Little Hui to stay there, but he chose the room facing south."
Wen Jin explained to Jing Xiaocha after taking a sip of soup.
Aunt Chen ca downstairs and asked Wen Jin if there was anything else needed, but he told her to rest.
After greeting Jing Xiaocha, Aunt Chen went to her room to sleep.
Left alone with Wen Jin in the living room, Jing Xiaocha felt the air was slightly thin.
She couldn’t control her racing heart.
After finishing the soup, Wen Jin took the bowls to the kitchen and returned to the living room to say to the slightly uncomfortable Jing Xiaocha, "Co on, let’s go upstairs to check out your room."
"Okay."
Jing Xiaocha stood up passively and followed Wen Jin upstairs.
Wen Jin walked ahead, stopping on the second floor to tell Jing Xiaocha behind him, "Because of the temporary decision, this room hasn’t been decorated, so you’ll have to make do."
"It’s fine, no need for decoration. I won’t be staying long."
Jing Xiaocha’s words carried a different aning to Wen Jin.
A smile rose in his eyes, "Well, you won’t be staying in that room for long."
Sohow, this seed to carry deeper implications.
Jing Xiaocha furrowed her brow, certainly overthinking this.
Wen Jin chuckled, walked ahead and pushed open the door to her room.
His gaze swept over the nearby large bed, explaining to her, "The bedding is all new and your belongings have been moved here. If there’s anything you need, just tell and I’ll buy it for you."
"These are all new?"
Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed with surprise.
Whether it’s the quilt or the sheets, they looked the sa as the ones she used before.
At first glance, she thought it was her old set.
Wen Jin nodded, a subtle smile on his lips, "I threw away your old set and had Aunt Chen buy a new one."
Actually, it was custom-made.
The fabric was much better than Jing Xiaocha’s previous set.
"Brother Wen, you must be tired from flying, go back to your room and rest, I don’t need anything else."
Wen Jin seed not to hear Jing Xiaocha’s words, he surveyed the room, finally pacing to the bathroom door, suddenly turning to look at Jing Xiaocha standing by the bed.
"You probably didn’t get a good shower at the hospital, should I run a bath for you to wash off the disinfectant sll?"
"Is there really a disinfectant sll?"
Jing Xiaocha raised her left arm to her nose to sniff.
Wen Jin nodded, "Yes, it’s best to wash it off, you’ll sleep more comfortably."
"I’ll do it later myself."
Jing Xiaocha also thought what Wen Jin said made sense; a bath would indeed make her sleep more comfortably.
Mainly, she wouldn’t have to sleep in the hospital ward tonight, she genuinely wanted a bath.
But she couldn’t let Wen Jin run the bath for her, such a thing, not even hearing him say it, made her feel awkward.
"Your hand might be inconvenient, don’t risk hitting the injured area and ending up back at the hospital."
After saying this, Wen Jin glanced at the wardrobe, "Look for your pajamas, I’ll run the bath."
With that, he stepped into the bathroom.
Jing Xiaocha felt Wen Jin was quite dominant.
Increasingly so, he didn’t give her any choice, whatever he said, he did.
And she could only passively accept everything he did.
When the sound of water ca from the bathroom, Jing Xiaocha had no choice but to open the wardrobe to find pajamas.
She then discovered that in the wardrobe, besides her clothes, there were many new ones with tags from inside out.
They were all her size.
Looking at these new clothes, Jing Xiaocha felt inexplicably moved.
Brother Wen seed too good to her.
It made her feel unreal, fearing this sense of happiness might vanish at any mont.
She stared at the new clothes in a daze for a mont, not choosing the new ones, but taking a set of her old clothes.
"Why don’t you wear the new ones?"
Wen Jin ca out of the bathroom, saw the pajamas in her arms, and smiled, asking.
Jing Xiaocha lightly bit her lips, her emotions not yet settled, "Brother Wen, I have clothes to wear, you don’t need to buy so many new ones."
Wen Jin’s eyes flickered.
He approached Jing Xiaocha and stopped two steps from her.
With a height advantage of more than half a head, he locked eyes with hers, saying gently, "Yours are yours, what I give you is from . If you’re not used to it now, it’s okay. From now on, slowly get used to it."
Although he had been in a relationship before, when he was with Ou Yihan, Wen Jin was passive.
He didn’t do so much for Ou Yihan with such detail.
But now that he realized he liked Jing Xiaocha, he wanted to do everything for her, wanted to treat her as well as possible, and even better.
To make up for all her previous grievances.
"I... fear one day this happiness will fly away."
Jing Xiaocha stared at Wen Jin for a mont before lowering her eyelids, her long eyelashes covering a fleeting worry in her eyes.
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