NOVPUBChapter 60: Chapter 46: Young Age with Old Cold Legs
Chapter 60 -46: Young Age with Old Cold Legs
His movements were sudden, and Yun Yuwan was too close to Wen Yangzhi, the overpowering masculine scent assaulting her, making her feel unnatural all over.
She wanted to avoid his gaze, his eyes and body were too intensely burning, and she couldn’t resist at that moment.
The wind outside made the windows rattle slightly, which should have sounded cool, but the atmosphere inside was quite the opposite, with her hand still pressed against his chest.
Yun Yuwan dared not look at him, “Brother.”
Yun Yuwan looked around, refusing to meet his gaze, her large round eyes even drooping, yet still curved into the shape of a crescent moon.
Her face had no distinct angles, except for a small, delicate nose, displaying an uncontrollable naive charm, the same as when she was sixteen or seventeen.
Wen Yangzhi’s hand pressed on her waist, gently patting her:
“Looking at what?”
She shuddered, finally slowly raising her eyes to meet his gaze, unaware of what was happening.
His eyes were as deep as the night ocean, yet they seemed on fire, unbearable for her to watch.
Her cherry-red lips parted weakly: “Why have you come back?”
Wen Yangzhi held her tightly but made no further move, “Just passing by.”
She should have had so much to say to Brother, but at that moment, she dared not speak, afraid to have eye contact, and could only whisper softly: “Oh…”
Wen Yangzhi looked down, “Don’t you want anything from me?”
Her voice was soft and tender, sincerely asking: “What do I want from you?”
His gaze was intensely hot, but his voice was as cold as melting ice:
“If you wanted nothing, what were you doing hanging around me all this time?”
He spoke directly, and Yun Yuwan felt like covering her face.
So Brother had always known she was seducing him. He hadn’t reacted, and she thought he hadn’t noticed.
Wen Yangzhi folded his arms, she sat on the island counter, just level with him.
The warmth and scent of his body drew her in, he was the man she had loved for so many years.
She awkwardly admitted, “I do want you, I really like you.”
His gaze deepened.
She moved closer, almost touching his lips: “Brother, are you going to respond to me now?”
The depths of Wen Yangzhi’s eyes were like the wilderness at night.
At such close distance, kissing was the only thing she could think of.
She tentatively touched his lips.
He was not angry.
She touched again, his usually firm lips incredibly soft, his rugged appearance contrasting with the softness of his lips, secretly thrilling her.
However, when it was time to pull away, still soaked in the joy of Wen Yangzhi allowing her kiss, he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her toward himself.
The room was quiet, the curtains wide open, and without a doubt, anyone outside could see inside.
A breeze fluttered through the window frame, and a passionate kiss swept Yun Yuwan into the moist currents of the ocean.
The waves churned tumultuously, one after another, like warm ocean currents pushing towards the shore, inevitably drawn into their embrace, unable to escape.
The aggression was too intense, Yun Yuwan was a bit unaccustomed, and just as she thought to dodge to catch her breath, her tongue was lightly bitten.
Yun Yuwan shockingly covered her mouth, staring at him with her clear, bright round eyes.
Wen Yangzhi’s gaze was indifferent: “Want more?”
The resonance of the sweeping kiss was still strong on her lips, she dazedly said, “Brother, you bit me.”
His attitude was indifferent, as if it didn’t matter, “Bite back.”
She blushed, faltering, “Why are you like this?”
Wen Yangzhi didn’t answer her, Yun Yuwan looked down, glancing around like a small dog with its ears drooping, her hand supporting herself on the island counter, mumbling to herself:
“I want to get down.”
Wen Yangzhi ignored her.
She pleaded with him, “Brother, I want to get down.”
He finally moved, parting his long, fair legs, allowing her to dangle from him, supporting her thighs as he helped her down.
Yun Yuwan suddenly felt a sense of being adrift, unsupported.
That’s not how she wanted to get down.
She hadn’t even recovered when the man carried her away.
At that moment, footsteps approached outside, followed by a knocking at the door. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Outside, Zhao Qin cautiously said:
“Son, Mrs. Wang has made some soup, do you want to come down… and bring your sister down to have some with you?”
He carried her to the sofa at the end of the bed, and in this position, Yun Yuwan still ended up sitting on his lap.
Yun Yuwan was at a loss, unsure of what he would do next.
Outside, Zhao Qin timidly persuaded:
“You haven’t talked to your sister for a long time, it’s not all her fault that the marriage alliance with the Jiang Family didn’t work out, don’t be too harsh on her.”
Yun Yuwan wanted to look towards the door, but Wen Yangzhi’s kiss came again, suddenly.
She was somewhat startled.
And Wen Yangzhi, eyes closed, completely ignored the voices outside.
“It’s a pity not being able to form a marriage alliance with the Jiang Family, being angry doesn’t mean you should blame it all on Yuwan, mom knows you’re certainly upset with Yuwan, but you should consider that Yuwan is still young, she doesn’t clearly know who she likes or doesn’t like yet.”
He saw her very clearly.
Yun Yuwan, her words blocked, could only vaguely say, “Brother, auntie is calling you.”
Wen Yangzhi simply used his hand to steady her cheek, nudging her distracted head back, not responding to Zhao Qin at all.
Zhao Qin wanted to seize this opportunity to enter, her hand already on the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked.
Was her son really so afraid of her coming in and saying a few words?
So annoyed by her…
Zhao Qin finally fell silent, her hand on the doorknob dejectedly retracting.
Now Hong Sheng was unwilling to even listen to a few words from her…
Even a response would have been good, not to let her lose face in front of Yuwan.
Even when she brought Yuwan with her or talked about Yuwan, he remained indifferent.
Did her son really hate her that much?
Yuwan finally collapsed onto his shoulder, “No more, brother, my mouth is so numb.”
Wen Yangzhi finally let her go.
She snuggled up to him again, holding him tight, wanting to cling to him and embrace him.
She was somewhat worried, “Brother, Auntie was calling for you just now.”
Wen Yangzhi looked down at her, “You know fear too.”
He let go of her and placed her on the sofa, then stood up and walked to the desk to light a cigarette.
She followed him like a puppy, hugging him from behind:
“Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?”
He was facing away from her, lighting his cigarette, his thumb flicking the lighter, its spring-loaded cap snapping open quickly with a crisp metallic click, Wen Yangzhi’s voice calm and composed:
“Sure.”
She could hardly believe it, overwhelmed with joy yet bashfully said:
“Then can I do anything with you?”
He took the cigarette down with two slender fingers, merely glancing at her briefly,
“Tomorrow.”
Yuwan puzzled, “Why tomorrow?”
She was noisy, but Wen Yangzhi still responded to her, vaguely:
“It’s going to rain, not possible.”
“Why can’t it when it’s going to rain?” she became more confused.
He simply remained silent, not answering; Yuwan did not understand but also did not continue to ask, only finding another topic: “How do you know it’s going to rain, today’s weather forecast said no rain.”
He finally spoke, exhaling a puff of white smoke, “My knee hurts.”
She paused, suddenly finding it funny, brother sometimes had such humorous moments, “Brother, you’re only four or five years older than me, why do you have old cold legs?”
Wen Yangzhi flicked the ash: “You know I’m older.”
Yuwan couldn’t help but laugh.
She let go of Wen Yangzhi, who sat down in the leather chair in front of the desk.
Unexpectedly, she crouched down and wrapped her warm little hands around his knees.
He just hung his eyelids, his deep eyes seemingly watching her passionately and coquettishly with calm.
His eyes revealed nothing of what he was thinking.
But still reminded her, “It’s the left side.”
Yuwan immediately moved both hands to the left.
How could someone have old cold legs pain on just one side, brother was so strange.
Suddenly, a torrential downpour started outside the window, with continuous rumbling thunder, the outside turned dark and was obstructed by the heavy rain.
But she just felt that her brother must be in pain, firmly covering his left knee, holding his leg, sitting on the carpet, and acting coquettishly with him.
Wen Yangzhi’s gaze was strange, calm at a glance, yet she felt that her brother seemed to be thinking.
The next morning during breakfast, Wen Yangzhi left early as usual; Yuwan casually mentioned, “Brother, how come he has rheumatism at this age?”
Zhao Qin paused, her lips stiffly twitching, “Where did you hear that?”
She just felt that Aunt Qin’s expression and actions were odd, as if she didn’t want her to know, or perhaps she shouldn’t know this:
“Yesterday brother talked to me, he said his knee hurt, and soon after it rained, isn’t that rheumatism?”
Zhao Qin nodded her head, vaguely brushing it off.
After breakfast, Yuwan wanted to go back to her room, but Mrs. Wang stopped her and pulled her aside.
“Miss, do not mention this matter in front of Madame in the future.”
She was puzzled and confused, “Which matter?”
Mrs. Wang saw her confused expression, sighed inwardly at the child’s innocence, she probably hadn’t realized, “Young Master Wen’s leg is not rheumatism; it was broken by Mr. Wen.”
Yuwan was taken aback as if struck by a chill, “What did you say?”
Mrs. Wang sighed with a heavy expression, “You weren’t here at that time. Young Master Wen was interested in art since he was young, at the age of sixteen or seventeen he applied to Parsons School of Design, but Mr. Wen tore up his drawings.”
Parsons, she knew, the top art school in America.
So brother had applied to an art school, she had never seen him interested in art, not even a single piece of his work, nor a painting brush in his room.
She studied art, but brother had never mentioned that he had studied art too.
Mrs. Wang’s voice was more sobering than the wind and rain, “Young Master Wen tried to paint again, to rush out a new portfolio before applying, when Mr. Wen found out, he was uncontrollably angry, he grabbed a Stone Paperweight and broke Young Master Wen’s left leg.”
Yuwan hadn’t even finished listening, and her eyes were already red.
Last night she had still laughed about brother’s old leg cold.
For a moment unable to contemplate deeply, the tears uncontrollably fell down.
Mrs. Wang felt somewhat desolate, she had witnessed how Wen Yangzhi and Wen Wei Zhao Qin grew apart, becoming colder by the day: “You weren’t here at that time, Young Master Wen never mentioned it, so the family deliberately avoided it, just didn’t expect you would know.”
