Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 174 Gu Yanci will be angry, right?

Wen Yan now felt somewhat awkward, even a little guilty, sitting face to face with Jiang Huaixu.

...Shouldn't she reciprocate by informing Gu Yanci that she was having dinner with Jiang Huaixu?

Gu Yanci will be angry, won't he?

Jiang Huaixu ate with elegance, but at a fast pace, finishing his meal before Wen Yan and quietly waiting for her after putting down his chopsticks.

Wen Yan wiped her mouth and, together with Jiang Huaixu, put the plates in the recycling bin.

"How have you been lately, senior? It seems there was a cold snap in Europe recently, and the temperature dropped suddenly."

People with heart problems are more sensitive to temperature.

Jiang Huaixu nodded, about to say he was fine, when he couldn't help but cough.

"Senior!" Wen Yan's expression changed slightly.

"It's nothing," Jiang Huaixu said, waving his hand as he recovered. "It's just an itchy throat."

Forgetting her embarrassment for a moment, Wen Yan asked him worriedly, "Should I go with you to the hospital to get checked out?"

"It's nothing, I know my own body." Jiang Huaixu said nonchalantly, "Are you still going back to the library this afternoon?"

Clearly, Jiang Huaixu was paying attention to her recent movements.

Wen Yan nodded.

"I'm going back to the lab now, let's talk another day." Jiang Huaixu said goodbye to Wen Yan without any lingering reluctance.

This made Wen Yan wonder if Luo Beiqing and she had been overthinking things before. Jiang Huaixu didn't actually have any special feelings for her, otherwise why would he leave so easily?

When she was young, she had a crush on Gu Yanci and tried every means to be with him, even using Gu Jingzhou as an excuse to have more contact with him.

Wen Yan couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

Jiang Huaixu walked a distance toward the experimental building, and when he was sure he could no longer see Wen Yan's figure, he could no longer control the strange feeling in his body caused by his heart pounding, and he staggered two steps.

"Senior!"

Song Yudie saw Jiang Huaixu from afar and had been following him all the way. Upon seeing this, she immediately rushed over and anxiously reached out to support Jiang Huaixu.

"Senior, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Huaixu glanced at the newcomer. Despite his terrible complexion, his eyes remained extremely rational and indifferent.

"Thank you. Please let go."

"Senior, I'm just concerned about you..."

Jiang Huaixu didn't want to repeat himself, so he reached out and pried Song Yudie's hand away, weakly leaning against a nearby tree, and sent a message on his phone.

Song Yudie pursed her lips and continued, "Senior, you look terrible. Shall I take you to the hospital first?"

"do not need you."

Less than a minute later, two middle-aged men in plain clothes quickly walked over and helped Jiang Huaixu up. A moment later, a Mercedes-Benz van stopped on the asphalt road in front of them.

Jiang Huaixu was helped into the car, and the Mercedes-Benz van quickly disappeared from sight.

Song Yudie clenched her fists in frustration.

Just ten minutes ago, Jiang Huaixu was so kind and gentle to Wen Yan, but now he's so heartless towards her!

Wen Yan already has a boyfriend. Jiang Xuechang has such good personal and family backgrounds, so why is he still so stubbornly in love with Wen Yan?!

As she approached the library entrance, Wen Yan suddenly felt a tightness in her heart. The strange pain she felt for a moment seemed like an illusion and disappeared in an instant.

"Wen!"

A girl with medium-length hair was waiting at the library entrance. She walked over quickly; it was Jiang Xing.

"Senior sister." Wen Yan asked, wondering what Jiang Xing wanted to talk to her about.

Jiang Xing was carrying a laundry bag and took out a white shirt from it, but some of the fabric had already wrinkled due to protein denaturation.

"I have something to ask you. Do you know where I can buy a shirt of this material and style?" Jiang Xing was surprised that even a professional dry cleaner could ruin the clothes.

The other party paid compensation, but the clothes were of no use.

Wen Yan took out the clothes and examined them carefully. The material was made of silk, and the technique was quite special. There were no labels or name tags on the clothes—Gu Yanci's shirts were all custom-made like this.

The fabric came from a long-established tailor shop that Gu Yanci frequented.

Wen Yan suddenly remembered something, and looked at the back of the collar. Sure enough, she saw a word with a silver-white dark pattern: Lou!

Is this from Lou's store?

Whose shirt is this?

"How do you think I know?" Wen Yan asked curiously. "Many people at school know that I am from the Wen family, but the Wen family wouldn't just casually produce a custom-made item like this."

“At the beginning of last year, you were an exchange student at Cambridge University. A Chinese girl named Sara lived with you for three months, and she paid for your accommodation by cooking three meals a day for you,” Jiang Xing said. “That person was me.”

Wen Yan stared in shock.

During that time, she developed a mild stomach ulcer because she couldn't get used to the food served by white people in Britain. Just then, a Chinese international student from the same university, who was short of money, offered to stay in her spare bedroom for free and would provide her with three meals a day. After checking the student's academic record and passport, Wen Yan agreed.

When they lived together, Jiang Xing always wore a mask, so Wen Yan had almost never seen her face. Therefore, when Wen Yan saw Jiang Xing at school a few days ago, she didn't recognize her at all as Sara.

“Actually, I was asked by your husband to take care of your meals. He pays me a considerable salary every month. So I know that with your financial situation and knowledge, you probably know how to find a replacement for this shirt.” Jiang Xing sincerely apologized, “I’m sorry, Wen, I lied to you back then.”

"Gu... Gu Yanci?" Wen Yan was shocked again.

Jiang Xing nodded: "The only thing to be on is to be sure the other party isn't a pervert. I've seen your marriage certificate, and it is indeed this name."

Wen Yan was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

It turns out that during the time she exiled herself to a foreign land, he was also silently watching over her and caring for her.

Jiang Xing's sudden telling her this at this time was undoubtedly a way of gaining her favor by using the 'secret' and hoping to get her help.

"Can you tell me where this dress came from?" Wen Yan asked.

"It belongs to my boyfriend's investors, and I accidentally got it dirty."

Wen Yan folded the shirt again and put it back in the bag: "Give me the shirt. I'll give you a brand new one exactly the same before the weekend. Thank you for taking care of me back then."

Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly, adding, "You don't need to thank me. We had a transaction that was settled between money and goods."

Wen Yan smiled knowingly, and immediately felt much closer to Jiang Xing.

Wen Yan took the clothes home and contacted the tailor shop.

Gu Yanci arrived home before the tailor shop staff. When he saw the unfamiliar men's shirt next to Wen Yan, his eyes darkened.

He walked over to Wen Yan, kissed her cheek first, then glanced at the shirt casually and asked, "Whose shirt? Jiang Huaixu's?"

The last three words sound really sarcastic!