“You’re soaked from the rain.” Jiang Youwei released his hand, her eyes bright and lively as she looked at him. “You can come in a bit more, I don’t mind.”
Chen Zan instantly didn’t dare look at her. Guilt crept over him, making him freeze in place. This time, he didn’t step back, but he also didn’t move closer as she suggested.
Jiang Youwei pressed her light red lips together, finding him rather strange. He didn’t move… was he unable to hear her?
However, she didn’t say anything further. She worried he might have some kind of disability, and hurting his self-esteem would be inappropriate.
Little did she know, Chen Zan had already been pulled deep into his memories.
The day they first met, Jiang Youwei had been just as gentle and considerate.
After his so-called father acknowledged him and brought him back into the family, Chen Zan was no longer an orphan without a home.
Because his father’s identity was extraordinary, Chen Zan rose in status overnight and suddenly had many more “friends.”
That night, he drank at Yangse with a group of wealthy young men who flattered him endlessly. In their deliberate praise, he had nearly lost himself.
The moment he stepped out of the club, unable to hold his liquor, he vomited.
They had done it on purpose.
They wanted to laugh at him.
Even in his dazed state, Chen Zan realized it.
Even if he had to die, he needed to get far away from Yangse.
By the time he staggered to the alley behind the club, he couldn’t walk anymore. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The burning sensation of alcohol filled his throat and stomach, leaving him in agony. He didn’t even have the strength to take out his phone and call his driver. Curling his legs in, he buried his heavy head between his knees.
Chen Zan lifted his dizzy gaze, but before he could focus, his strength gave out and his body slumped weakly to the side.
“Wait for me.”
Through his heavy-lidded eyes, he watched that small figure grow more distant, his vision dimming as sleep overtook him.
He really did look like someone abandoned.
Ten minutes later.
Chen Zan felt someone helping him up. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids.
It was that girl.
She had come back, and in her hand was a hangover remedy.
“You feel uncomfortable, right? Drink this, you’ll feel much better.”
As she leaned closer, her breath, still uneven from running, brushed against Chen Zan’s neck, warm enough to make his body tense instantly.
Obediently, Chen Zan leaned toward the pink thermos.
The girl lifted the thermos slowly, matching the pace at which he drank the hangover soup.
Sure enough, after drinking it, he felt much better.
As his mind gradually cleared, Chen Zan finally saw her face clearly.
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“Where’s Chen Zan?”
“Who cares?”
“Tsk, did you really think we treated him as a friend?”
“If it weren’t for his rich father, who would bother being his lapdog?”
Several people walked past the alley, smoking as they spoke.
A pale blue umbrella opened, shielding Chen Zan and the girl from view. Even after those people passed, the umbrella wasn’t lowered.
The girl’s anxious gaze kept watching outside the umbrella.
“You don’t have to worry, they’ve left,” she said, looking at him with clear, watery eyes.
Unexpectedly, she met Chen Zan’s calm and deep gaze.
He spoke bluntly, “Do you like me?”
The girl hurried to explain, “No… no, I don’t. I don’t even know you.”
“You don’t know me? Then how did you know they were looking for me? And you even used your own cup to feed me?”
Chen Zan’s three blunt questions left her face flushed red.
At that time, Jiang Youwei had been incredibly pure and adorable.