GBP Chapter 149 Meeting You, I Feel Much More Relaxed
Chapter 149 Meeting You, I Feel Much More Relaxed
Ye Wanqing came in her Mercedes, while Zhao Jinyu drove a silver car.
The two walked side by side down the stairs decorated with retro wall lamps. At this time, the air after the rain was particularly fresh, and the evening breeze brought a hint of coolness, gently blowing through the colorful lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor, casting pieces of dreamy light and shadow.
After leaving the box, Ye Wanqing remained silent, as if she had thousands of words in her heart but didn't know where to start.
Zhao Jinyu inadvertently turned his head and his eyes fell on her gently.
In the corridor, in addition to the soft light from the lanterns on both sides, the chandelier above also cast a bright but not dazzling light, which was completely different from the warm yellow light in the box. The light reflected on Ye Wanqing's already fair face made her look even more transparent and fragile.
Zhao Jinyu was shocked to realize that Ye Wanqing's face was not simply tired. It was a paleness that came from the inside out. Even the delicate makeup could not completely hide her weakness.
There seemed to be a dark secret hidden in her eyes. The dark circles were more obvious under the light, revealing the severity of her recent insomnia.
Ye Wanqing gently slung over the exquisite handbag in her hand. Feeling Zhao Jinyu's gaze, she slowly turned her head and called out in a voice so gentle it could almost drip water: "Brother Jinyu?"
This sound, though simple, was very gentle, attracting the attention of passers-by, who looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman with curiosity.
There happened to be a passerby who knew a little about their small circle. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but wonder inwardly, could it be that the rumored sparks between Ye Wanqing and Zhao Jinyu really did fly?
Such luck is really enviable. She was first married to her ex-husband Lin Xuan, and after the divorce, she had an affair with Zhao Jinyu, who was no less beautiful than Lin Xuan.
Ye Wanqing felt the gazes of those around her, glanced at them lightly, and then politely ignored those curious looks.
Seeing this, Zhao Jinyu frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Your insomnia is so serious, have you sought help from a professional doctor?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing's eyelids drooped slightly, her long eyelashes like a fan, covering the emotions in her eyes: "Yes, I have seen it."
Her answers were brief and cryptic, and she clearly didn't want to delve into the subject.
Zhao Jinyu opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't bear it and didn't continue asking.
The two walked out of the corridor, and Ye Wanqing pointed to a parked car not far away: "My car is over there."
"Okay, you go first." Zhao Jinyu put his hands in his pockets, nodded with a smile, and watched Ye Wanqing walk towards her car.
"Then I'll be leaving first, Brother Jinyu. You should go back and rest early." Ye Wanqing said in a soft voice and waved goodbye to him.
"Okay, be careful on your way, and remember to report back when you get home." Zhao Jinyu instructed, his eyes full of tenderness. "Don't forget our appointment next week."
Ye Wanqing smiled and said, "Of course I remember."
She walked lightly towards the Mercedes and got in gracefully.
Zhao Jinyu watched her go away until the car disappeared into the night. Then he slowly took out his mobile phone, slid his fingertips across the screen, and searched for information related to "Olanzapine".
When the words "antipsychotic drugs" came into view, his face instantly became serious.
This medication is commonly used to treat schizophrenia, mania, and to prevent bipolar disorder.
Recalling Ye Wanqing's appearance when she was at her grandparents' house during the Spring Festival, she was quick-witted, well-spoken, and showed no signs of any mental illness at all.
As for her mania, except for that unexpected little conflict, he had never seen her lose control.
Ye Wanqing's insomnia has not been a one-day problem. The last time he went back to his hometown, he had already noticed her low mood.
Now, she actually needs to take olanzapine. Zhao Jinyu couldn't help but feel distressed. He vaguely guessed what Ye Wanqing was going through.
A hint of surprise welled up in his heart, but was soon replaced by deep sympathy.
No wonder Ye Wanqing always gives people a detached feeling, as if she holds an indifferent attitude towards everything around her.
If you are not moved by external things, it will naturally be difficult to touch the joy in your heart.
Zhao Jinyu gently stroked the screen of his mobile phone, and his fingertips finally landed on a familiar number and dialed the call.
At this time, Ye Wanqing had just driven the car slowly into the quiet alley, and saw Lin Xuan's familiar black car waiting there quietly.
The air after the rain was particularly fresh, and Lin Xuan's figure looked particularly lonely under the dim street lights.
She slowly drove the car closer and stopped in front of Lin Xuan: "Lin Xuan, why are you here?"
Lin Xuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand and looked at her through the half-open car window, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes: "My migraine is coming back, can you help me relieve it?"
Although Ye Wanqing knew nothing about Lin Xuan's migraine, she knew very well that he was not good at making up lies.
If he really wanted to get close, he would definitely use more sophisticated and less noticeable means instead of such a direct request.
Today, Ye Wanqing has seen a doctor and taken medicine on time, and her mood is more stable than before.
Although her memory of what happened last night was a little fuzzy, she vaguely remembered that she had caused Lin Xuan a lot of trouble.
"Then get in the car first."
She whispered, unlocking the car door.
Lin Xuan's black eyes flickered, then he opened the passenger door and got in.
The car was filled with a faint fragrance, which was Ye Wanqing's unique scent, fresh and gentle, belonging only to her.
The car window was half open, and a breeze blew past, taking away the dullness in the car.
As the iron gate slowly opened, the two of them walked in silence, and Ye Wanqing parked the car steadily in the garage.
The villa was so quiet that even the air seemed to have frozen. She turned on the light, poured two cups of warm tea, and handed one to Lin Xuan.
"Thank you." Lin Xuan said softly, his eyes inadvertently falling on the bouquet of bright red roses on the dining table, and ripples appeared in his heart.
Ye Wanqing noticed his gaze and followed it, seeing the rose she had just picked. She was slightly stunned, a little surprised.
Didn’t Lin Xuan always hate roses the most?
But she didn't ask any more questions, just turned her gaze away calmly.
Lin Xuan recalled the scene last night. The dining table was empty then, but now it was filled with a few gorgeous red roses.
He glanced at Ye Wanqing. If it weren't for the accident last night, he would never have thought that she would have such a fragile and helpless side.
Beneath her appearance, there always seems to be an unknown toughness and gentleness hidden, which makes outsiders mistakenly believe that she has long been accustomed to living alone and enjoys it.
"Did you grow these roses yourself?" Lin Xuan suddenly asked, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Ye Wanqing was startled by his sudden question and almost choked on her tea. She coughed a few times before nodding, "Yes, I planted it when I was bored."
"It's been well raised." Lin Xuan praised, with a hint of sincerity in his tone.
After knowing Lin Xuan for so many years, this was the first time Ye Wanqing heard him praise her so sincerely.
She took a sip of tea and asked softly, "Shall we start now?"
Lin Xuan nodded slightly: "Okay."
He put down his teacup and moved to the side: "You might want to come over here and lie down."
Without any hesitation, Lin Xuan stood up and walked to Ye Wanqing's side and slowly lay down.
Ye Wanqing moved her fingers slightly, lowered her head, and met Lin Xuan's deep black eyes.
Her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit: "Then I'll start."
"Yeah." Lin Xuan responded and slowly closed his eyes.
As Ye Wanqing's fingers gently fell on his temple, a cool feeling came over him, followed by a gentle clockwise massage with her soft fingertips.
Lin Xuan felt more relaxed than ever before. The entire hall was silent, with only the sounds of their two breathing intertwined.
The fatigue was infinitely magnified at this moment, as if all the troubles disappeared with this gentle massage...