Fang Anyan turned to face Fang Anyu, and immediately deflated like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle.
Almost reflexively, he shook off Jun Yueyue, wanting to explain. He reached out to Fang Anyu for the notebook, but found that Fang Anyu was looking past him at Jun Yueyue. Fang Anyan was stunned.
His brother is deaf and cannot understand what people are saying. He has tried to learn lip reading and sign language, but his reaction is much slower than that of normal people and much slower than that of other deaf-mute people. He also forgets things easily. After studying for a period of time, he made no progress and would feel depressed because he could not learn.
On the contrary, it is easier to understand the meaning by writing it down in a small notebook. It only takes a short time to process it. His older brother reads a lot. Even though his memory is not good and he will forget what he reads soon after reading it, he can read a book many times, but he has never given up.
Fang Anyan stepped to the side, blocking Fang Anyu’s view, and then reached out to Fang Anyu, asking him for the little notebook he always carried with him.
Fang Anyu was holding a small notebook and a pen in her hand, but instead of giving them to Fang Anyan, he looked at Jun Yueyue behind him.
It was obvious that his brother was refusing to communicate with him and wanted to talk to the dead woman behind him.
Fang Anyan felt as if he had been hit by a thousand blows to the heart. He looked at his brother in disbelief, stiffly withdrew his hand, glared at Jun Yueyue, and walked past Fang Anyu toward the door with a heart full of hurt. But when he was at the door, he couldn’t help but say to Jun Yueyue, “Anyway, you are not allowed to fool my brother into doing that kind of thing with you again… We’ll talk about it after we get back from Grandpa’s.”
Jun Yueyue didn’t argue this time, she just nodded. She didn’t intend to do anything to Fang Anyu anyway. Besides, Fang Anyan was really overthinking it. What do you mean by fooling him? Although Fang Anyu looks silly, according to Jun Yueyue’s observation, he may be a little slow to react, but he’s not stupid.
Besides, he’s so tall and he’s a man, while she’s not some mutated supermodel anymore. She’s petite and delicate. If Fang Anyu isn’t happy, who can do anything to him?
Of course, a woman who has taken the drug cannot be considered a normal woman. The aphrodisiacs in romance novels can make even the most virtuous woman wanton and the most delicate woman incredibly strong. After all, lust can be boundless.
Moreover, Jun Yueyue recalled that night. Her memory was not complete, but she seriously deduced that she must have won by taking the opportunity to catch the enemy off guard.
But even after it started, it wasn’t necessarily because she forced him; the teeth marks I found on the back of his neck when I was showering earlier are evidence of that.
If I’m not happy or satisfied, why would I bite someone?
As Jun Yueyue thought about it, she couldn’t help but recall the feeling at that time. It was indeed quite good. However, since she was going to decide to leave the main storyline, she couldn’t provoke Fang Anyu anymore. After talking things out with Fang Anyan, it would be best to sign the divorce agreement in advance.
That way, she can find someone she likes, at least not someone who can’t speak or hear, making communication difficult. But it doesn’t have to be mutual, since she’s a rich girl and has money. These days, things bought with money seem more real and taste better.
Just as Jun Yueyue was thinking about the comfortable days after escaping the main storyline, Fang Anyu handed her a small notebook.
Jun Yueyue reached out and took it, looking at the small, square notebook, about the size of her palm, with two words written neatly on it—Thank you.
Jun Yueyue raised an eyebrow. This guy is clearly not stupid; he even knows to say thank you.
Fang Anyu hesitated before handing over the pen. Only then did Jun Yueyue realize that she had been using the wrong method; communicating with Fang Anyu required writing in a small notebook…
Jun Yueyue took the pen, thought for a moment, and after Fang Anyu’s proper “thank you,” replied with two words—”You’re welcome.”
Then she handed the notebook to Fang Anyu and started looking for clothes to change into.
She needs to go shopping tomorrow. She can’t keep wearing Fang Anyu’s clothes, especially since they don’t fit. Forget about those white dresses she used to hang herself, and she also needs to figure out what to do with her long, straight black hair. Otherwise, she might scare herself in the middle of the night when she looks in the mirror while using the bathroom…
Jun Yueyue was changing clothes, but Fang Anyu didn’t leave her side. Jun Yueyue didn’t mind and casually rummaged through Fang Anyu’s wardrobe, finding a T-shirt that covered her thighs. Then she turned to look at Fang Anyu with a puzzled expression, “Is there something else?”
After saying that, she remembered that Fang Anyu couldn’t hear, so she reached for Fang Anyu’s notebook. Fang Anyu handed the notebook to Jun Yueyue, who looked down and saw that a few words had been written in the notebook: “I’m sorry for what I just did.”
The handwriting was quite beautiful, at least much better than Jun Yueyue’s scrawled handwriting, and it had a very bold and elegant style. Jun Yueyue glanced at it and knew he was referring to the fact that he had vomited all over her earlier. She smiled indifferently and wrote at the bottom of the notebook: “It’s nothing, but do you have something else to say? Why are you staring at me?”
After finishing writing, she handed it to Fang Anyu. Fang Anyu took it and read it word by word. Several minutes later, when Jun Yueyue had changed all her clothes, drunk half a glass of water, and started looking for her ID and wallet to prepare to go out shopping the next day, Fang Anyu finally understood what Jun Yueyue had written.
Fang Anyu wrote something on the paper, walked over to Jun Yueyue who was rummaging through the bedside table, and handed the notebook to Jun Yueyue again.
Jun Yueyue glanced down, then looked up at Fang Anyu. His reaction was far too slow; in this light, he did indeed seem a bit foolish…
Jun Yueyue is not a patient person. She was very resistant to this kind of primitive communication. But Fang Anyu was an exception. After all, the two of them had slept together. So she took the notebook again and simply wrote down the question she wanted to ask yesterday: What do you want?
After finishing writing, Jun Yueyue stuffed the notebook back into Fang Anyu’s hand and continued searching for the original owner’s documents. Finally, in the large cabinet that she had rummaged through in a mess, she found a handbag under a pile of white dresses worn in mourning. Inside were the original owner’s documents, cards, and cell phone.
Jun Yueyue fiddled with it for a bit. It had a password, but she didn’t know the original owner’s password. Just as she was thinking that it wouldn’t work, the phone automatically recognized her face and unlocked.
The screen displayed hundreds of missed calls and message notifications. Jun Yueyue glanced at it and realized her phone was on silent mode. No wonder she hadn’t heard any of those calls.
She glanced at the information casually, ignored it, gathered her things, kicked her disheveled skirt back into the closet, and lay sprawled on the bed.
The bed was so soft, and it was so clean. There were no zombies howling from time to time. This quiet and safe environment, with only herself, was so comforting. Jun Yueyue closed her eyes and enjoyed it…
Of course, she wasn’t the only one in the room. Fang Anyu sat quietly on the sofa, still staring blankly at his notebook.
Is there anything I want?
No one had ever asked Fang Anyu this question before. He understood the meaning of the question, yet it seemed as if he didn’t.
Everything he had from childhood to adulthood was prepared for him by his family. Fang Anyu knew that those were the best things, but he couldn’t remember when he stopped asking his family for anything.
It seems like it was when I saw my mother looking impatient once…
Over the years, Fang Anyu had lost the ability to make demands, so he just stared blankly at those words, his head lowered, his half-dry curly hair sticking to his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes, as well as the ripples in his eyes caused by those words lying quietly on the notebook.
Jun Yueyue finished packing her things, saw Fang Anyu sitting on the sofa, walked up to him, patted him, snatched the notebook from his hand, and continued writing—Have you thought it through?
She handed the notebook back to Fang Anyu. Fang Anyu took it, looked at it, and then continued to stand there in a daze. Jun Yueyue had nothing else to do, so she simply sat down next to him, glanced at the clock on the wall, picked up the phone she found in the cabinet, and started fiddling with it.
Missed call 123 – Lei Ge.
Based on their call logs and messages, Jun Yueyue quickly concluded that the relationship between the two was not pure. This Brother Lei was the original owner’s lover, or at least they were in the ambiguous stage of a relationship.
She opened another chat app and randomly clicked on someone’s WeChat. A male voice came through: “Baby, what are you doing? I miss you. Let’s go out and have some fun on Money Island.”
Jun Yueyue chuckled and glanced at a few more messages. Most of them were posted last night, and some were posted at three or four in the morning. They were all invitations for the original owner of this body to go out and play.
She deleted them one by one, starting with the ones with the most chatter. After she finished, she glanced at the time; it had taken a full 15 minutes.
Jun Yueyue looked at Fang Anyu, who was still in a daze. She couldn’t help but reach out and brush the hair from his brow bone before Fang Anyu finally moved. He wrote a few words in his notebook and handed it to Jun Yueyue.
—I can’t remember. Why did you ask me what I wanted?
Jun Yueyue took it and quickly started writing.
—I’m giving you something as a thank you for last night, and also as a divorce gift. Anything I have is fine, and I’ll try my best to get you anything I don’t have.
After writing this, Jun Yueyue handed the notebook to Fang Anyu, but then pulled it back halfway and added, “Did you enjoy it last night?”
After handing it to him, I ignored him and let him process it slowly while I played on my phone and watched TV.
All afternoon, until evening, when the servants called the two down for dinner, Fang Anyu finally wrote a sentence and handed it to Jun Yueyue.
—I can’t remember. When were we getting divorced?
He dodged Jun Yueyue’s last question, which made Jun Yueyue laugh. She pointed to the teeth marks on the back of her neck to show him the evidence.
Fang Anyu appeared to have no reaction after reading it, but he avoided Jun Yueyue’s probing gaze, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.