Chapter 640: Chapter 638: Unspeakable
Chuchu snorted and said, "You pity others, but they might as well be pitying you."
The nanny Aunt blinked and abruptly changed the topic, saying, "I made some sesame sweet balls for Chuanqi and Hunter. It’s their favorite. Are you visiting them today? You can take them along."
This nanny! Chuchu smiled, not bothering to argue with her, and said, "Well, you go prepare them, I’ll head to the old house in a bit."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ming Wan has occupied Yan Hui’s house, effectively forcing Yan Hui out.
On the first day, she adapted well and had takeout delivered by Little Si for all three meals.
By the second day, she got bored and didn’t feel like going to the villa across the street to play with Chuchu. So, she made a list and asked Little Si to buy things for her. Little Si, upon seeing the list, was taken aback and quickly passed the list exactly as it was to Mr. Yan.
Yan Hui, upon seeing it, told Little Si to ignore it. In the afternoon, he left the office early and went to a violin shop in East City. He picked the best violin there and then went to the residential area opposite Jinse Garden with the violin.
When Ming Wan opened the door and saw it was Yan Hui, she was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Your Little Si, I don’t know what’s wrong with him. I asked him to buy things, and he’s been out the whole day and hasn’t returned. I couldn’t reach him by phone either."
Seeing Yan Hui still made her feel a bit unnatural, so she tried to find things to say to divert her own awkwardness.
Yan Hui entered the house and saw that it was relatively clean and tidy, making him feel at ease as he sat on the sofa, placing the violin case on the table.
"Oh, is this violin for me? Why did you bring it?" Ming Wan asked with a smile.
Yan Hui didn’t answer her question but looked at her indifferently and then asked, "How long do you plan to stay here? Are you not planning to go home?"
The mention of home brought Ming Wan down. She sulked, "I don’t want that kind of home."
Yan Hui curled the corners of his mouth and said, "You’re not a child anymore, stop throwing childish tantrums. If there’s a problem, solve it. Running away from it isn’t something I taught you."
In the past, whenever young Ming Wan encountered problems in unfamiliar environments, Yan Hui would patiently teach her to address the issues bravely and actively.
But for some reason, in front of Yan Hui, Ming Wan always seemed to release her emotions. Hearing his words made her eyes turn red, and she said with grievance:
"What can I do? Dad’s always so busy that I never see him. He used to be good to me. If I really wanted to escape, I’d bury my head like an ostrich and stay in that home, enjoying the luxuries. I’ve already broken away and ran from that home to here. Isn’t that facing the problem positively?"
All these years, I’ve always been alone. No one gives me advice, no one listens to me, no one stands behind me unconditionally to support me.
Even when I want to do something, I have to take things one step at a time. At the beginning... you... never mind, you now have someone you like. How can you care about me? I’m just staying here for a few days. Why do you care so much?"
The more she spoke, the more Ming Wan felt suffocated, and tears rolled down uncontrollably. Her heart was full of grievances, not knowing whether it was because of her brother’s treatment or because of Yan Hui’s harsh words without understanding the situation.
She turned her face away, not wanting Yan Hui to see her, but she didn’t have anything to wipe her tears with, and she wanted to go back to her room but felt afraid Yan Hui would say she was avoiding the issue. As a result, the more she cried, the more intense it became.
Yan Hui was stunned by her intense reaction, having not expected that just one question would open such a floodgate of grievances in her tears.
The tears clung to her long eyelashes, rolling down her face like a lotus emerging from the water. Her petite nose and lips glowed a bright red, making her tearful state appear so pure and delicate that it stirred a sense of compassion.
Yan Hui simply felt his heart being struck and thought about how cruel he was for making her cry in such a pitiful state.
"Alright, stop crying. Let’s say I was wrong." He sighed secretly, couldn’t help but soften his tone to coax her, then picked up the soft tissue from the table and walked over to hand it to her.
Ming Wan, pouting in defiance, turned her body, showing him a cold, strong back, ignoring him.
Offering a stick and then a date doesn’t work so easily!
Yan Hui couldn’t help but laugh, having to reach out and turn her shoulder to face him as he gently used the tissue to wipe away her tears.
"So many years later, and still not grown up. When trouble comes, you cry. What’s the use of crying..."
Ming Wan interrupted angrily: "You still want to lecture me. My heart feels awful, I don’t want to cry either, but the tears just fall. What can I do about it? If you don’t say anything, it’s still okay, but as soon as you speak, the tears flow faster. Do you just want to see me cry?"
Yan Hui: "...Alright, I won’t say anything to you."
So he returned to his seat, while Ming Wan used the tissue to wipe her tears. After a while, she managed to stop crying, gradually calming down. Through all the commotion, the suffocating feeling in her chest seemed to have finally cleared.
"Are you hungry? Want me to take you somewhere nice to eat?" Yan Hui asked.
Ming Wan glanced at him, saying, "My eyes are like this, how can I go out and face people!"
Yan Hui looked at her eyes, her big dark eyes clear as if washed by water, shining brightly like the soul-stirring sky over the highlands, nowhere near unpresentable.
But he understood it was better not to argue with Ming Wan over trivial matters, lest she become unhappy again.
So he rephrased, "Or should I have Little Si bring some food? What do you want to eat?"
Once she had her meal, her mood would lighten up, and they could have a calm conversation. Then he would talk to her again.
Ming Wan looked up, pondering, before shaking her head and saying, "I want vegetable porridge." Then she gazed at Yan Hui expectantly.
Yan Hui was taken aback for a moment, a fast thought flashing: could it be the vegetable porridge he once made for her? Judging by Ming Wan’s expression, there was indeed a good chance.
"I haven’t cooked for years, and there aren’t any ingredients here." Yan Hui declined softly; he didn’t want to cook for Ming Wan again.
In the past, when he cooked for Ming Wan, it was initially because he was cooking for himself anyway, and adding a small bowl for her wasn’t any trouble. Moreover, she was young, and taking care of her was without hesitation. But now... forget it.
Ming Wan pouted disappointedly and said, "I’ll do it. I know how to."
"You? You can’t even boil hot water. If you want it, I’ll have Little Si find someone to make it for you." This girl had always lived a life untouched by any chores.
Even a renowned chef would do.
But Ming Wan was stubborn, insisting on doing it herself. In the end, Yan Hui couldn’t argue with her and had to drive her to the supermarket to buy the ingredients together.
