Chapter 52

Chapter 52

He Wei lowered her eyelashes and didn’t look at him.

She actually didn’t really want to break up with him.

He Wei wasn’t a three-year-old child either. Having died so many times, her temper had been smoothed out somewhat. She knew clearly in her heart that words like breaking up couldn’t be said carelessly.

Once said, there might be no room for regret.

Of course He Wei liked Yan Huai.

Even though she knew clearly what kind of person he was, she still inevitably fell for him.

But the more she liked him, the less she could accept Yan Huai treating her like this.

Anyone else could have a point that hurt her, but Yan Huai could not.

The tears that He Wei had finally suppressed surged up again. She blinked hard, slapped his hand away, and lay back down on the pillow.

The alcohol Yan Huai had drunk seemed to have completely evaporated by now. He was fully sober. Once a person calmed down, the earlier hostility dissipated quite a bit. His voice softened, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

Does your stomach still hurt—

He Wei suddenly opened her eyes.

She had just thought that Yan Huai was getting angry without distinguishing right from wrong, forcing himself on her to hit a “hurt point.”

But it didn’t seem like that.

She had underestimated how twisted the author was.

Why was it called a “hurt point”?

It wasn’t because Yan Huai had tried to force her without asking anything just now, but because he clearly knew that today was her menstrual period—

He Wei’s whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Not from fear, but entirely from anger.

Her eyes felt swollen and sore. She casually grabbed a pillow from beside the bed and threw it over, “Yan Huai, get the hell out!”

She was truly angry, and the force of throwing the pillow was heavy.

Although it was a soft pillow, it hit Yan Huai square in the face, and the pain was obvious.

He didn’t get angry either. He pulled the pillow away and tossed it aside. Just hearing the trembling in He Wei’s voice made his heart ache unbearably. He glanced at the food placed on the bedside table that had barely been touched—it had clearly been sitting there for a long time and had lost most of its heat.

Yan Huai frowned, but his tone grew even gentler: “I’ll have someone bring you a fresh meal.”

“Get lost.”

Yan Huai knew He Wei was angry. As soon as his hand reached out, wanting to wipe her tears, she turned her face away: “Don’t touch me.”

Her words were fierce, but her tone trembled badly.

He Wei had cried too much today.

Yan Huai pressed his temple, “Alright, I won’t touch you.”

He stared at He Wei’s face, really wanting to pull her into his arms, but just as his hand reached out, his fingers curled slightly, then withdrew.

Although Yan Huai had drunk a lot tonight, he wasn’t driven by lust.

He usually would get restless just from hugging her, but this time there wasn’t the slightest reaction. He hadn’t actually intended to do anything with He Wei during her menstrual period either; he had only been overwhelmed by jealousy. The moment he thought of Fu Chengyu, Yan Huai’s mind stopped working clearly, and he could only think of this simple and direct way to prove that He Wei now belonged to him.

Forever belonged to him.

Could only belong to him.

The light in Yan Huai’s eyes deepened, his voice faintly carrying a hoarse exhaustion: “In the future, if you’re unwilling, I won’t touch you.”

“Don’t be angry anymore, baby.”

“Remember to eat.”

He Wei didn’t speak.

The gentler Yan Huai became, the worse she felt.

The pillow under her face was already soaked with tears. Her entire face felt uncomfortable now, but she stubbornly didn’t lift it. She knew Yan Huai’s gaze was on her.

Very faint, very gentle, and also very direct.

The hand at He Wei’s side tightly gripped the bedsheet, until a few minutes later, the sound of footsteps rang out, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Yan Huai left.

He Wei let out a long breath, then turned over and lay flat on the bed.

She actually could have cleared up her relationship with Fu Chengyu before Yan Huai forced things just now. Even if the original host had once had a relationship with him, she now had no lingering attachment at all. If Yan Huai had any rationality, he would definitely have listened.

But He Wei didn’t say it.

If she had said it, she would once again be in a completely passive position.

It might be fine in the short term, but in the long term—

There would be no way for her and Yan Huai to continue.

Psychology says that strong possessiveness and paranoia are both defects in a person’s personality.

Then she might as well take this opportunity to try to fix this flaw in Yan Huai.

If it could be fixed, then fix it.

If it couldn’t be fixed—

He Wei let out a breath. There was no “if.” It had to be fixed.

That night, He Wei still received another hot dinner delivered by the hotel staff.

When that man was attentive, it was even more frightening than her own attentiveness. Hot water, brown sugar, painkillers—everything was prepared. He even had the young waitress bring over a pack of sanitary pads.

When the young waitress delivered it, her face was red, praising her for having such a considerate boyfriend.

He Wei’s heart softened, but she still didn’t respond to Yan Huai.

Including the messages he sent her—she didn’t reply to any of them.

Because she had cried for too long, the next morning, He Wei could barely open her eyes.

She didn’t dare rub them, only blinking lightly a few times before slowly opening them.

When she got up and looked, the girl in the mirror had eyes like two walnuts. Her double eyelids had swollen into single eyelids, her eyes had shrunk an entire circle, and her face was somewhat puffy—she looked like a wealthy family’s abandoned wife who had been miserably thrown out of the house.

He Wei didn’t dare go out at all. She sent Feng Ning a message, asking if she had brought sunglasses.

Five minutes later, Feng Ning knocked on her door wearing sunglasses. When she saw those walnut-like eyes, she held it in for a long time but finally couldn’t—she let out a “pfft” and laughed. But she was timid; after just one laugh, she quickly covered her mouth: “Sister Wei, what did you do yesterday?”

What else could she have done.

She couldn’t say she had fought with her boyfriend, so while pushing the sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose, she casually made something up: “When I was reading the script yesterday, there was a crying scene. I accidentally didn’t hold back and cried too much.”

It wasn’t something appropriate to ask further about, so Feng Ning nodded. Before going to the airport, she asked the staff for a few boiled eggs. After boarding the plane, she peeled them and handed them to He Wei.

He Wei took a bite.

“…Stop!” Feng Ning hurriedly stopped her. “Sister Wei, this is for reducing the swelling in your eyes.”

He Wei had been wearing sunglasses the entire way just now, becoming the odd one out among the five guests. Quite a few people along the way had been looking at her.

Yet the person involved didn’t feel anything was strange, only taking off the sunglasses briefly during the security check.

Feng Ning peeled another egg. “Sister Wei, you still have to film tomorrow afternoon… eyes like this won’t take makeup well.”

He Wei gave a soft “mm.” She pulled down her sunglasses, closed her eyes, and began rubbing them with the egg.

This kind of thing was more psychological comfort than actual effect. She rubbed for quite a while, but the swelling in her eyelids didn’t go down.

Instead, her arm felt a bit numb from being raised too long. He Wei put the egg into the trash box beside her, pulled her sunglasses back down, and closed her eyes to take a nap.

This flight went directly to Tong City. By the time they arrived at Tong City Airport, it was a little past nine in the morning.

As soon as she left the airport and turned on her network, several WeChat messages popped up at once.

He Wei first opened Yan Qing’s: 【Weiwei, come to my office the afternoon after tomorrow. I have something to discuss with you.】 Then came Cheng Nuo’s. She didn’t have anything important—she just asked whether He Wei had returned to the country and whether she had helped her get Fu Chengyu’s autograph.

He Wei reached out and poked Feng Ning: “Ning Ning, can you go ask Fu Chengyu for an autograph later? Just say you want it—make sure you say it’s for you!”

Feng Ning froze for a moment: “Sister Wei, why don’t you go ask yourself?”

“We’re both public figures… I’m afraid fans might misunderstand.”

Feng Ning was quickly persuaded by her and ran off to ask Fu Chengyu for an autograph.

Only then did He Wei open the last person’s messages.

They were from Yan Huai—several lines from top to bottom.

Asking if she had gotten up, if she had eaten breakfast, whether she had boarded or gotten off the plane.

This feeling was somewhat familiar.

It was like when she had an online relationship with a young guy whose nickname was “Y,” and she would send him good morning, good afternoon, and good night messages.

He Wei still didn’t believe that person was Cheng Yan.

Compared to Cheng Yan, she would rather believe it was a stranger who had hacked his account.

He Wei stared at the phone screen, her finger sliding up and down, rereading those messages several times.

She had never noticed before that Yan Huai had so much free time.

They were still in a cooling-off period. She restrained the urge to soften her heart and didn’t reply to him.

For three consecutive days, He Wei received similar messages every morning, noon, and night.

She finally managed to exercise some self-control and didn’t reply to a single one.

On Wednesday afternoon, after leaving the film set, He Wei went to Huaying Media.

Yan Qing had previously said on WeChat that she had something important to discuss with her, so when He Wei went, she brought a pen and notebook along to make it easier to take notes.

Yan Qing’s office was on the third floor. Since it wasn’t rush hour, there weren’t many people using the elevator. When He Wei walked over, the elevator was already stopped on the third floor.

Because it wasn’t far, calling it down didn’t take long.

Just two or three seconds after He Wei pressed the button, there was a “ding,” and the elevator doors opened in front of her.

The person inside was probably heading to the B1 parking garage, so he didn’t come out. He Wei lifted her foot and stepped in.

As the elevator doors closed, she raised her eyes and saw the man reflected in the mirror in front of her.

After not seeing him for a few days, Yan Huai had hardly changed at all.

He was still impeccably dressed, except for a faint shadow of stubble emerging on his chin. Other than that, he was no different from a few days ago.

He Wei shifted her gaze away and raised her hand to press the button for the third floor.

The elevator was indeed going down. When it reached B1, the doors opened, but that person didn’t get off.

Until the doors closed again, just as He Wei lifted her eyes slightly, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Yan Qing: 【Have you come over yet, Weiwei? A director friend of mine happens to be here—I’ll introduce you later.】 He Wei gave a brief reply.

The elevator slowly went up.

Her phone vibrated again. He Wei opened it and swallowed lightly.

Because at that exact second, in that same elevator—

She received a message from Yan Huai.

Four simple words:

【I miss you so much.】