Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 61 - I Love You
Chapter 61: I Love You
Chen Family's Main Residence.
Today was Chen Shuyuan’s birthday. A few of the younger generation had been called over to have a meal together, and Chen Shao was naturally among them.
Old Master Chen sat at the central seat and handed over the gift he’d prepared for Chen Shuyuan—a car key. “You’ve got your driver’s license now. This car should make it easier for you to get around. Go out more with your friends.”
Chen Shuyuan’s eyes remained fixed on her phone, her hand tightly gripping it. She only looked up when Old Master Chen spoke. “Thank you, Grandpa.”
Chen Shao glanced up from the side, already itching to leave.
Old Master Chen knew it was also Chen Die’s birthday today. After what happened last time, he didn’t want her to feel left out again. He’d bought two cars—the other car key had already been sent by the driver to the hotel where Chen Die was staying.
However, by the time it arrived, Chen Die was no longer at the hotel, so the key was left at the hotel lobby for staff to pass on to her when she returned.
At the dining table, everyone chatted happily.
With Old Master Chen sitting at the head, everyone had no choice but to keep the mood cheerful.
Chen Shao sent a birthday message to Chen Die but didn’t touch his food, sitting there with a sullen face.
His mother nudged him with her elbow and glared. In a low voice, she said, “Sit up straight! What kind of posture is that!”
“......”
Chen Shao ignored her and kept his usual lazy demeanor.
After a while, there was still no reply from Chen Die—such an ungrateful girl.
Moments later, Chen Shao’s phone rang. He paused slightly—it was Wen Liang.
He took the call outside, not even bothering to let anyone know he was leaving.
Old Master Chen was aware of the strained relationship between Chen Shao and Chen Shuyuan. Chen Shao had never made an effort to hide it, so when he walked out, the old man didn’t stop him—let him be.
What no one expected was for Chen Shao to return shortly after. He said nothing, marched straight in, grabbed Chen Shuyuan by the collar, and yanked her out of her seat. He snatched her phone off the table and tapped it—password locked.
It was rare to see Chen Shao looking so fierce. He usually had a carefree, joking attitude.
He grabbed her finger to unlock the phone. Chen Shuyuan screamed.
Old Master Chen slammed the table. “Chen Shao! What are you doing?!”
Chen Shao didn’t answer. He opened her call logs and inbox—both had been wiped clean. He gave a cold laugh. “You really were quick to cover your tracks.”
“What on earth is going on?” Old Master Chen tapped his cane.
Chen Shao looked over. “Chen Die has been kidnapped.”
After Wen Liang received the call, the demand was clear: all of Wenyuan’s shares—over half of them.
There was no question that only Fu Wanmei could be behind this. But she must’ve taken measures to cover her tracks.
Wen Liang couldn’t think of anyone else who would risk offending him for Fu Wanmei—except the brainless Chen Shuyuan.
When Chen Die lost consciousness, it felt like her awareness was still floating on the surface—she hadn’t completely blacked out. She could feel herself being carried into a car and bumped along the ride, but her eyelids wouldn’t open.
She even sensed her phone being taken and a call being made to Wen Liang, and then heard him agree to hand over half of Wenyuan’s shares for her.
When she finally woke up, she was in a large, empty space—like an abandoned factory.
A classic kidnapping location.
…She really had been kidnapped.
Her hands were tied behind her back. As she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry at first. She furrowed her brows, blinked hard, and the scene gradually came into focus.
She saw Fu Wanmei.
That was unexpected.
If her subconscious hadn’t misheard the bit about transferring shares, then this had to be Fu Wanmei’s doing. But logically, she should’ve been doing everything she could to distance herself from the kidnapping.
Chen Die and Fu Wanmei had known of each other for years, but only met a few times after Wen Huaiyuan’s death.
“You’re awake.” Fu Wanmei walked toward her.
Chen Die looked at her. “What do you want?”
“No need to be afraid. With Wen Liang’s capabilities, he should be here before long.” Fu Wanmei smiled gently. “I really didn’t expect him to give up a company he worked so hard for without hesitation—just for you. Had I known, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time.”
Chen Die gave a soft laugh and looked up at her from the ground. “You think Wen Liang will let you off the hook?”
Fu Wanmei was genuinely surprised by how unafraid she was.
After spending so much time with Wen Liang, even Chen Die’s sarcasm mirrored his perfectly.
“You think a forced transfer of shares will hold up?” Chen Die raised an eyebrow. “Even if you manage to make it official, Wen Liang—without Wenyuan—still has the ability to build a company even stronger. You know that better than I do. And when he does, neither you nor your son will get away.”
Fu Wanmei gave a short laugh. “Oh, I know. But you’re still in my hands, aren’t you?”
Chen Die narrowed her eyes.
“I need to get something from you—something that can control Wen Liang for the rest of his life.”
No matter how bold Chen Die tried to appear, a chill still surged in her heart at those words. Her palms began to sweat as she asked coldly, “What do you want?”
“No need to be nervous. I won’t do anything to you. You staying alive is the only way to remain a threat to Wen Liang.”
Chen Die pressed her lips tightly together.
Fu Wanmei added, “It’s just a few photos, that’s all.”
Chen Die immediately understood what kind of photos she meant.
She could only pretend to stay calm and laugh. “I’m an actress. You think I’d be scared of that? Plenty of people have bared themselves on screen.”
“Whether you're scared or not doesn’t matter to me. All I know is, Wen Liang will never let those photos get out.” Fu Wanmei bent down, closing the distance between them. “You’re known by so many people now. Imagine what would happen if those pictures started circulating. Don’t overestimate how kind the world is—they’ll boycott you instantly. Who knows how many people would pay just to see them.”
Chen Die’s throat tightened, her long lashes quivering. “What do you want?”
“It’s simple. I get the shares. Wen Liang can’t interfere with Wenyuan Group anymore. From then on, we stay in our own lanes. And the photos? No one will ever see them. But if Wen Liang makes a move, I can’t promise anything.”
“Wen Huaiyuan’s will already left you enough to live several lifetimes,” Chen Die said. “And besides, Wenyuan was co-founded by Wen Huaiyuan and Wen Liang’s mother.”
Back when Wenyuan hit a crisis, if it hadn’t been for Shen Yunshu selling her flower shop to help him, the company might not even exist anymore.
Fu Wanmei gave a cold laugh. “You think Wen Liang’s some kind of good guy? If I don’t act, he’ll come for me sooner or later.”
“Oh, one more thing. From now on, you’re not allowed to return to the Chen family or have any contact with them.”
Chen Die froze. “Chen Shuyuan?”
Fu Wanmei said nothing more. She straightened up, voice flat and emotionless: “Cooperate. Time for the photos.”
Two rough-looking men entered the abandoned factory. Their clothes were dusty, and Chen Die instinctively felt they were the ones who had kidnapped her.
Fu Wanmei lowered her eyes to glance at her, but her words were directed at the men, full of arrogant disdain: “As I told you before, if you do anything besides take photos, don’t expect to get the rest of your money.”
The men rubbed their hands together. “Yes, yes, of course.”
Chen Die felt her body start to stiffen, the sensation creeping upward from her toes. Her fingers, bound behind her back, began to tremble.
“Fu Wanmei.” Chen Die called out to her in a final plea. “Have you thought about your son?”
She tried to awaken even the faintest shred of compassion by mentioning Wen Qian—but it didn’t work. Fu Wanmei didn’t pause for even a second. She turned and walked away. Soon, the sound of a car engine roared and faded into the distance.
The two men smelled foul. As they got closer, the stench grew stronger—a mix of fishiness like a wet market and cheap cigarettes. It was nauseating.
Chen Die stared at them. “How much is she paying you? I can give you ten times more.”
One of the men grinned, exposing yellowed teeth stained by tobacco. “You think we’re that stupid? You’re already tied up—give you back and risk you turning us in the moment we let go?”
Chen Die tried to stay calm, but her throat felt clogged. Words wouldn’t come out.
Then one of the men pulled a spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed her face.
It was the same feeling as before—her consciousness started to float, like her soul was drifting out of her body.
But just before her eyes closed, a beam of light sliced through the gap in the sealed iron door.
Her lashes half-lowered, she could barely see a tall figure stepping in, silhouetted against the light.
It overlapped perfectly with the memory of how Wen Liang looked seven years ago, when she first saw him at the station.
He had stormed into the heart of a 16-year-old girl, breaking through all her barriers. Over the years, he’d captured her completely—until her heart opened to him entirely.
He traveled through her youth unimpeded, from age 16 to 23, and in the end, won a pure and sincere heart.
After what felt like a long time, Chen Die felt herself being lifted into a warm embrace, one that carried a scent she knew well. A familiar voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
But then, he was suddenly struck from behind. Holding her tightly, he fell backward with a muffled grunt.
Chen Die was examined—there were no serious injuries. She was still unconscious, the drug hadn’t fully worn off, and she was lying in a hospital bed, unaware of everything.
Wen Liang had been hit across the back, leaving a deep, purple bruise that extended up to his neck. It looked brutal, almost blackened.
The public hospital was too crowded. If anyone saw them, the rumors would spread like wildfire. So Wen Liang took Chen Die to a friend’s private clinic.
“You’ll be fine. No broken bones,” the doctor said, tossing away a bloodstained cotton ball and sitting beside Wen Liang. “What happened? Do you think you’re still in the army, charging in alone like that?”
Wen Liang didn’t respond.
His gaze remained fixed on the hospital bed not far away, where Chen Die lay.
The doctor was the owner of the private clinic. Back in the day, rebellious and unwilling to bow to family pressure to study medicine, he’d enlisted in the military for two years.
That was where he and Wen Liang had met.
Moments later, a whole group stormed through the door.
Leading the charge was Chen Shao, followed by Zhu Qicong and several police officers.
“How is she?” Chen Shao rushed forward and asked.
Wen Liang tilted his chin toward Chen Die. “She’s fine.”
A police officer stepped forward and said to Wen Liang, “Please tell us what happened at the time.”
Wen Liang sat down, elbows resting on his knees, running a hand through his hair with his head lowered. He cooperated fully, answering each question one by one.
When he first got the call, Wen Liang didn’t panic. It was like something was holding him up firmly—he didn’t even allow himself to feel fear or anxiety. He immediately agreed to transfer the shares as long as they didn’t hurt Chen Die.
He had someone check Fu Wanmei’s recent call records—nothing unusual came up.
Then he called Chen Shao and got ahold of Chen Shuyuan’s phone. All the data had been wiped, and the phone had been fully formatted, which in itself was the strongest piece of evidence.
Fortunately, Wen Liang had previously investigated her biological parents.
That led to the breakthrough.
Chen Shuyuan and Fu Wanmei had colluded—one wanted the shares of Wenyuan Group, the other wanted Chen Die completely ruined, never again able to pose a threat to her position.
With Chen Shuyuan still under the control of the Old Master Chen, she couldn’t make a direct move, so the kidnapping was fully handled by Fu Wanmei. Meanwhile, Chen Shuyuan secretly used her unknown biological parents to make contact with the kidnappers. If Wen Liang hadn’t already investigated this, there’s no way they could’ve found clues so quickly.
Wen Liang didn’t have the patience to go through anyone else—he went alone.
Thankfully, the police force Chen Shao called in arrived just in time.
As the police continued their questioning and took notes, a female officer interjected, “Technically, even if she transferred the shares under duress, the profit is illegal, so it wouldn’t stand.”
“Fu Wanmei planned to use the photos to silence us.”
Chen Shao cursed loudly from the side: “F*ck, I swear I’ll make her pay!”
He was immediately reprimanded by the police chief standing nearby.
“Did they take the photos?” the officer asked.
“No.”
Chen Shao let out a breath of relief, but still furious, kicked a chair hard and muttered angrily under his breath.
“Alright, we understand the situation now. Once Ms. Chen wakes up, please have her contact us to make another statement. All suspects are in custody. We’ll follow up if anything else comes up.”
Wen Liang nodded. “Okay.”
As soon as the police left, Ye Chuqing arrived.
She was always a whirlwind, barging in like she was ready to blow up the clinic. But when she saw Chen Die still lying there, she swallowed all her words.
It was Chen Shao who had called her.
Zhu Qicong moved next to Wen Liang to report.
Luckily, they had found Chen Die just in time. The share transfer documents were already prepared, the seals already stamped—it was just about to be handed over to Fu Wanmei.
Wen Liang hadn’t hesitated for a second.
“Wen Qian went abroad last week. Most likely Fu Wanmei sent him away on purpose. We’ve located him,” Zhu Qicong said.
Fu Wanmei underestimated Wen Liang.
Wenyuan Group had expanded to what it is today under Wen Liang’s leadership. There’s no way he only worked with squeaky-clean people. Getting someone controlled overseas wasn’t hard for him.
If they hadn’t found Chen Die, Wen Liang would’ve definitely used Wen Qian to turn the tables on Fu Wanmei.
His gaze darkened even further. “Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him know about Fu Wanmei for now.”
Zhu Qicong replied, “Understood.”
Ye Chuqing and Chen Shao stayed for a bit longer, asked about what had happened, and confirmed that Chen Die was alright. Later, Old Master Chen also called, asking where Chen Die was.
Chen Shao, already seething, remembered how the old man had gifted a car to Chen Shuyuan earlier that day. He couldn’t help but feel it was blatant favoritism. His tone turned uncharacteristically sharp: “You should go visit Chen Shuyuan at the police station. Don’t worry about Chen Die.”
Ye Chuqing’s anger simmered the more she thought about it. After the call ended, she asked, “Chen Shuyuan’s already at the station?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go.” Ye Chuqing said.
“What for?”
She shot a glare at Wen Liang, then punched Chen Shao on the arm. “Why are you still here? Did anyone say we needed you?”
With that, she dragged Chen Shao out the door.
After they left, Wen Liang sat there a while longer. Chen Die was resting inside, and he sat where he could still see her from the outer room. After a while, he asked the doctor, “You’re sure she’s okay?”
“Positive. Don’t worry.”
Wen Liang frowned. “Then why hasn’t she woken up yet?”
The doctor shrugged. “The dosage was strong. It’s also possible she’s just asleep—after everything that happened today, it’s not surprising. You can take her home. If anything comes up, call me.”
Wen Liang nodded and thanked him.
When Chen Die finally woke up, she was already home.
Wen Liang was leaning against the wall nearby. The window was cracked open. He was smoking, and the ashtray beside him was filled with several cigarette butts—it wasn’t clear how long he’d been there.
When Wen Liang saw that Chen Die had woken up, he looked over at her. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was dry: “You’re awake.”
He looked utterly worn out.
She wasn’t in a hospital, nor in the hotel arranged by the film crew—she was at the villa in the western suburbs.
For a moment, Chen Die was confused. She couldn’t even tell what day or month it was. She propped herself up, and Wen Liang came over to help her adjust the pillow behind her.
“Feels like I slept forever,” Chen Die said, dazed. “And... I think something bad happened?”
Wen Liang gently ruffled her hair, his voice calm: “You must’ve had a bad dream.”
“You smell so strongly of smoke,” Chen Die leaned in like a little puppy and sniffed him.
It wasn’t just smoke—there was also a strong scent of disinfectant.
She froze, blinked a few times, and was just about to ask what had happened when all her memories from before she lost consciousness suddenly returned.
Fu Wanmei.
And Chen Shuyuan.
Finally, just before she blacked out, she saw Wen Liang—his figure haloed by the golden glow of the evening sun. She remembered the feeling of being pulled into his arms... and then the thug who had gotten back up and struck Wen Liang on the back with a stick. That muffled groan from deep in his lungs still echoed in her ears.
Chen Die immediately sat up straight. “Are you okay?!”
Wen Liang caught her hand and held it in his. “I’m fine.”
But she noticed something was off with him and stared at him for a while. “What’s wrong?”
Wen Liang leaned in and hugged her, then kissed the top of her head and patted her back. “I won’t let anything like this happen to you again. You don’t need to worry about anything now—just rest at home for a couple of days. Ye Chuqing has already taken care of leave with the film crew. I’ll handle the rest.”
“The photos?” Chen Die suddenly remembered.
“There were no photos.”
She pressed her lips together. “What about the company...?”
“Don’t worry, nothing’s changed. Everything’s fine. Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” Chen Die murmured and hugged him back, running her fingers through his hair. “Don’t blame yourself.”
He didn’t respond. He just buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“It’s not your fault—it’s theirs.”
Wen Liang’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He gave a muffled “Mm” and held her for a while longer before asking, “Are you hungry?”
“A little.”
“Aunt Zhang already made food. I’ll go heat it up.”
He adjusted her pillow and helped her lie back down before walking out of the bedroom—but he came back soon after, standing at the door and suddenly asking, “Are you tired?”
“Huh?” Chen Die blinked and shook her head without thinking.
“Then come downstairs with me,” he said.
She suddenly realized why he was acting like this, but didn’t call him out. She slipped on her slippers and followed him downstairs into the kitchen.
He took the food Aunt Zhang had made and put it in the microwave, not once looking back at Chen Die—just leaning against the counter, staring off blankly.
Chen Die, however, noticed a bruise on the back of his neck. She walked over and gently placed her hand over it.
Wen Liang flinched slightly, then turned to look at her.
“Does it hurt?” Chen Die’s eyes turned red, her voice tightening. She couldn’t bear to see him injured.
“It doesn’t. I already put medicine on it,” he said.
She tugged on the hem of his shirt. “Let me see it.”
He blocked her again. “Don’t. You’ll just cry if you do,” he said as he reached out and poked the area beneath her eye.
“Is it serious?”
“No.”
But Wen Liang was clearly not himself. He avoided her whenever she tried to check his injury, and answered everything with “I’m fine,” “It’s not serious,” or “Don’t worry.”
This wasn’t how Wen Liang used to react in times like this. He used to get furious, like he wanted to burn the world down. Now, his calmness was terrifying.
But it wasn’t the kind of calm that came before a storm either—he just seemed... drained.
Chen Die’s mind was still foggy after sleeping so long. She couldn’t figure out what Wen Liang was thinking
He had walked over to the counter, picked up the kettle, tested the temperature, and poured her a cup of warm water.
She took it, drank a sip, and noticed how dry his lips looked. She figured he hadn’t had water in ages, maybe not even realizing he was thirsty.
So she quietly leaned in, tiptoed, and pressed against him.
Wen Liang still had a cold expression on his face, but his arms reacted on instinct—he wrapped them around her when she got close.
Chen Die tilted her chin up and pressed her freshly moistened lips to his, slowly passing the sip of water from her mouth to his. A moment later, she heard him swallow.
Then, patiently, she licked along his lips and commented, “You need to put on some lip balm.”
Wen Liang gave a soft “Mm,” licked his lips slightly—but still showed no real reaction.
He was like a wooden statue.
If it had been before, there’s no way he would’ve let her kiss him so obediently. He would’ve already taken control.
Chen Die frowned, feeling a bit displeased, and accused him, “Scumbag, do you not love me anymore?”
Only then did Wen Liang curve his lips slightly and lower his head to kiss her.
Just then, the microwave let out a “ding.” Wen Liang pulled her aside, put on gloves, took out the meal containers, and brought them to the dining table.
Aunt Zhang had remembered her birthday and even made her a bowl of longevity noodles.
“Oh right, today’s my birthday,” Chen Die muttered blankly. “What a jinxed day.”
“I made a cake for you earlier too, but it ended up getting smashed.”
Chen Die blinked in surprise. “You actually made me a cake?”
“Mm.”
“Where is it?”
“I threw it away. It was all ruined.”
“Why’d you throw it out?” Chen Die looked a little disappointed. “What a waste.”
Wen Liang tapped the bowl in front of her, motioning for her to eat. “If you want one, we can make a new one together tomorrow.”
That topic reminded Chen Die that she had asked Wen Liang for a ring earlier that morning.
While eating, she kept sneaking glances at his pants pocket. It was flat—not like it was hiding a ring box.
She figured her asking had caught him off guard, and he hadn’t had time to buy one yet.
So she didn’t bring it up again and followed Wen Liang upstairs after finishing the meal.
It seemed the earlier incident had affected him deeply—Wen Liang no longer dared leave her alone, even accompanying her to the shower. And he was being extremely proper about it, not trying anything, just seriously helping her wash—like a professional bathhouse attendant.
This was so not Wen Liang.
Chen Die was the kind of person who responded better to gentleness than force. Seeing him behaving so well, she just peeled off his clothes, dragged him into the bathtub, and the two of them filled it completely.
Then she saw the long purplish bruise on his back.
A long, nasty mark.
Her eyes immediately turned red. She hugged him, wanting to touch the bruise but afraid of hurting him. She was both anxious and angry, and ended up crying.
“Why is it so bad?” she wiped at her tears, but her hands were wet, so her whole face got damp, and she was furious. “Will Fu Wanmei and Chen Shuyuan go to jail?”
“They will.”
“Does it hurt?” Chen Die couldn’t even remember how many times she’d asked him that question already.
She wasn’t even sure whether she was crying out of anger or because she felt bad for him. She tried to comfort Wen Liang by throwing her arms around him again, but within seconds, he gently pulled her off.
He looked at her and said, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna get hard.”
“......”
Truly a master of ruining a serious moment.
Still, seeing him return a bit to his usual self made Chen Die feel a little relieved.
After the bath, Wen Liang put on his bathrobe, helped her out of the tub, dried her off, wrapped her up, and placed her on the bed.
“Wen Liang, can you grab the body lotion from the bathroom for me?” Chen Die said.
He fetched it, tossed it onto the bed, then grabbed a cigarette from his pack and went to sit on the single sofa by the window.
Chen Die didn’t even bother scolding him about the smoking. She squeezed out some lotion and started applying it—her post-bath moisturizing routine always took her a good twenty minutes.
By the time she was done, Wen Liang’s cigarette was almost finished.
“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” she asked.
Wen Liang reached behind the seat and pulled something out.
Chen Die’s eyes widened instantly.
A ring box. White, with a string of English letters as the logo.
Wen Liang held it with one hand, pushed it open with his index finger—click, a soft sound—then took out the ring, tossed the box aside, and extended it toward her. “Birthday gift. Want it?”
It was pretty much exactly how she had imagined it before.
Wen Liang was loosely wearing a bathrobe, barefoot on the wooden floor, one hand holding a cigarette almost burned to the end, the other pinching a ring. His eyes were lowered.
Chen Die couldn’t help but crawl across the bed, about to get off on the other side to take it—then suddenly stopped, realizing something wasn’t quite right.
She knelt at the edge of the bed and said, “You bring it to me.”
Wen Liang stubbed out the cigarette and, surprisingly, came over without protest and sat down next to her on the bed.
Chen Die took the ring, rolled it slowly between her fingers. It was beautiful—her heart was thumping wildly. She admired it for quite a while before stretching out her other hand, fingers spread.
She slowly slid the ring onto her ring finger. The size was perfect.
Wen Liang watched her every move, each second playing out in slow motion in his eyes.
He hadn’t expected Chen Die to put the ring directly onto her ring finger.
He had just taken out a new cigarette, but it slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, his hand inexplicably started to tremble. He had to clench his fist tightly to steady it.
Turning his head slightly, he asked in a calm voice, “Do you like it?”
“Ah.” Chen Die tried her best to keep her tone purely appreciative. “It’s really pretty.”
Wen Liang looked at her expression, and it felt like someone had crushed his heart to pieces.
He couldn’t even bear to imagine what would’ve happened if they still hadn’t found her by now.
She was clearly the kind of girl who could be content with just a little, someone full of sunshine and positivity, with her own passions—someone who had worked hard to earn people’s praise and affection.
But she should’ve been a princess who easily had all the beautiful things in life.
At this moment, looking at her lively expression and the sparkle in her eyes as she admired the ring, all the tension that had gripped Wen Liang throughout the day finally let go. And in its place came the wave of fear and worry that had never had a chance to surface before.
He lowered his head, his throat dry and tight.
Chen Die noticed and leaned over, bending to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Wen Liang hugged her. “I haven’t treated you well.”
“Hm?”
He spread his arms and wrapped her completely in them. Even her hands were trapped between their bodies, making it impossible for her to keep admiring the ring.
“I already told you, don’t blame yourself. This wasn’t your fault to begin with. And nothing even happened in the end—I wasn’t scared, there’s no trauma or anything, I even passed out…”
Chen Die gently patted his hair while trying to comfort him. Then suddenly, she felt something hot fall onto her shoulder. A single, burning tear.
Wen Liang was crying.
She froze.
That cold, hard, silent shell he’d worn when she first woke up was finally starting to crack, revealing a completely unguarded version of him.
So he had been that scared…
Chen Die’s heart melted like a puffed-up marshmallow. Just as she was about to comfort him, he suddenly bit her shoulder.
“Ow!” she hissed.
This guy must be part dog or something…
“Stop biting me!” Chen Die couldn’t take it.
Then he suddenly mumbled, “I love you.”
It was so soft, barely audible—like a whisper, like an illusion. But Chen Die still heard it.
Logically, she knew even those three sweet words shouldn’t give him a free pass to keep gnawing on her collarbone.
But she still got completely swept away by them.
Wen Liang had never said “I love you” to her before.
He was too sly.
Even when they got together, he had casually asked her, “Do you love me so much?”
And only after Chen Die nodded did he say, “Same here.”
But never those actual words—I love you.
They were, without a doubt, the deadliest kind of romantic declaration. Chen Die’s face burned, her blood boiled, her fingers trembled. She mimicked his old line and asked, “Do you love me so much?”
Wen Liang replied, “Yeah.”
And just like that, Chen Die felt like she’d found her home in this lifetime.
As if trying to make sure she was really there, Wen Liang bit her collarbone again and again. It hurt. Chen Die couldn’t take it anymore—she sighed, frowned, and smacked him on the back.
Right on that big bruise.
Wen Liang’s shoulder twitched, and he let out a muffled grunt. Finally, he let go.
Then he rubbed his face against her neck and, after a long pause, let out a sulky little: “That hurt.”
Like he was pouting.
He finally admitted it hurt.|
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