Crossing the line

Chapter 137 Whoring for free
Wen Yangzhi didn't understand why Jiang Jianqing said that. After all, it was obvious that she was not resisting him.

On the other hand, Jiang Jianqing had no idea why things turned out like this, so he simply gave up sending messages and called him.

Jiang Jianqing held his forehead and said, "You don't take the initiative, you don't refuse, you don't take responsibility. You should be clear-headed. She doesn't take you seriously anymore."

Wen Yangzhi's voice was still not very clear, but the faint joy in his voice had disappeared, and he became solemn again:

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Jianqing explained bitterly: "There is a Weber law in psychology, which says that when a person has experienced a strong stimulus, they will care less about the next stimulus. Their trust in the people closest to them will collapse, and they will give up the person they once loved the most. The lover who once loved her the most is no longer important to her."

The corners of Wen Yangzhi's lips, which had just been raised, dropped.

On the other end of the phone, her friend's voice still came ruthlessly: "From now on, she will not be hurt by anyone, but at the same time, it will be difficult for her to fall in love with someone again. This result is almost irreversible."

The atmosphere around Wen Yangzhi suddenly became heavy: "So?"

Jiang Jianqing said disappointedly: "This means that in her eyes, you are the same as others. It's just that her feelings may not have completely faded. She is still giving you a chance. However, the process of giving you a chance is just enjoying it, not sinking."

To put it nicely, it's called enjoyment.
To put it bluntly, it's called freeloading.

Because you will never be casual about the person you like. You will definitely care about how much he loves you and what he thinks of you. But she doesn't care about these now, and even completely ignores her previous mistakes.

Analyze based on facts.

She is an NPD, so it is almost impossible for her to completely forget about past mistakes. Compared to hatred, it is normal for an NPD to act indifferent but actually remember them forever.

The fact that she could accept his closeness so well actually showed that there was no possibility of her turning back, so it didn't matter whether he could solve the problem or resolve the conflict, because it was just free stuff anyway.

It means that she directly exposed the past and treated him as a new person.

He was no longer the white moonlight that she had missed for six years, but just a man who came to her door, was within her taste, and did not require any responsibility.

Why is Wen Yangzhi still so happy here? He doesn't even know he's out.

Wen Yangzhi's hand holding the phone was stiff, and his throat felt like it was being pinched by a huge hand, making it impossible to breathe.

Jiang Jianqing continued to open it up little by little for him to see, trying to use his professional knowledge to make him realize that the superficial peace was not peace:
"Do you remember how NPD came about?"

Wen Yangzhi's voice didn't seem to be his own anymore, and he didn't know where it came from: "Of course."

Jiang Jianqing said to him with a heavy heart: "NPD patients have experienced trauma in interpersonal relationships, such as long-term separation from their parents. This source will lead to isolation and helplessness, and they feel that loving themselves is the only way to be safe. Therefore, NPD patients will only love wholeheartedly once."

That was the time when she loved Wen Yangzhi.

once.

the only time.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and Jiang Jianqing's voice seemed to be interrupted by snowflakes:

"If she still cares about you now, she should confront you, hysterically ask you for an answer when you approach her, and vent to you in a restrained and painful way, instead of being intimate with you like before, without requiring any explanation from you, as if she were just a one-night stand partner she met casually."

Wen Yangzhi, this fool, still thought that everything had returned to the beginning.

Wen Yangzhi suddenly realized something: "Hang up first."

The call was quickly cut off and Jiang Jianqing shook his head secretly.

He is smart in everything except Yun Yuwan's matter.

Wen Yangzhi had never been so scared before. He even stumbled down the stairs. He ran too fast and hit his left knee which had an old injury. But he went downstairs regardless. There was a lot of footsteps and the sound of dishes downstairs, but there was no sign of Yun Yuwan.

Only the servants and the housekeeper were busy.

He stopped the butler and asked, "Where is Camilla going?"

Housekeeper Ayanna held a stack of plates in her thick black hands: "Millie?"

She found it strange that the man who claimed to be her fiancé didn't know: "Millie left. She said she had something to do and went out with another gentleman."

But there was a lot of noise downstairs, so he thought she had been downstairs all the time and left.

Wen Yangzhi was more anxious than ever before: "Did she say where she was going?"

Ayanna shrugged. "No, just saying it might take a while."

His deep brows were filled with heavy waves, as if he was about to be sucked into the whirlpool. At this moment, the pain in his knees surged up, so painful that his legs became weak and he was afraid that he would fall after taking a few steps.

He walked out slowly and stood at the door, only to find that the tree in the middle of the yard had been dug up.

A big hole was left in the middle of the yard.

It was empty and deep, as if a bloody hole was dug out in the heart. It was obvious that it was dug in a hurry. Some tree roots were still left on the ground, and there were fallen leaves that had not been swept away. The blood-red fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground, having been dug up by the roots in the autumn when they should be in full bloom.

Ayanna followed him out, fearing that the man would be upset because Millie took another man away.

Seeing him looking at the tree, she naturally started chatting:
"Millie used to like this tree very much. I heard that she brought it from China to London, and then moved it here. She often sat under the tree and leaned against it to read. When she was in a bad mood, she would talk to the tree. I don't understand Chinese, but I know that she loves this tree very much. I don't know what happened, but someone pulled it up overnight."

His heart trembled slightly and he looked at the fallen leaves on the ground.

It was Suoyifen. He was not mistaken when he came last night.

He was still happy when he came in. She had planted his sedge maple tree here and saw a hand-painted sign hanging on the tree that read "Millie's Little Tree".

He thought she had killed the maple tree long ago, but it turned out to be growing strong in a foreign country. He thought he still had a chance to win her back, and when she watched it sprout and grow, her love should also grow wildly.

Wen Yangzhi seemed to be covered in frost, and when he opened his thin lips, it felt like an ice cube was pressed against his throat: "Where is the tree now?"

Ayanna sighed: "Millie had someone plant her on a random bank."

The蓑衣枫, whom she once cherished like a pearl, was now thrown away casually and fell by the river.

The dull pain in Wen Yangzhi's knee seemed to be able to connect to the blood vessels and transmit the pain to the whole body.

Belgium is a water town with so many embankments. How can we find them back?
Ayanna was about to go out with the trash can when he saw the check with his name on it.

"Wait." He strode over to Ayanna and picked up the check.

Ayanna was confused, and put a hand on her apron-covered waist, "Millie said it's useless. Look, it's expired."

Looking at Wen Yangzhi's blue face, the butler realized something was wrong: "...Is this check important?"

Wen Yangzhi held the check tightly.

Ayanna suddenly reminded him from behind: "I'm back."

He looked towards the door and saw Yun Yuwan and Jiang Yingyu walked in, chatting and laughing, discussing the performance they had just seen.

Jiang Yingyu held up his coat and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his slender arms with bulging veins from exercise. "My friends in a band in Italy also specialize in R&B. I see you like it. We can go over there and hear their performances when the time comes."

It turned out that he went to see a performance.

But they did not go into the house. It was not known whether they were concerned about the presence of Wen Yangzhi, a stranger in the house, or whether they just did it casually.

They walked over to the swing and sat down.

I don't know what they said, it was so intermittent that I couldn't hear clearly, perhaps because there were too many nouns he didn't understand, until they started discussing another topic.

He heard Jiang Yingyu ask her: "You said before that you wanted to get married, what about now?"

She smiled brightly, and her voice was no longer as reserved and weak as before. She regained some of her former flamboyance and cuteness next to Jiang Yingyu:

"I want to get married. I really want to."

Jiang Yingyu's arm was resting on the swing back behind her, but she was completely unaware.

Jiang Yingyu said in a gentle voice: "You are really the one I want to get married the most."

She took out her cell phone and said cheerfully: "Let me show you, this is the wedding schedule I made."

It turns out that she is looking forward to getting married so much.

He had failed her in the very thing she had most hoped to achieve.

Watching her show the schedule to Jiang Yingyu, Jiang Yingyu looked at it seriously, as if he was going to write down every detail so that he could use it later.

She smiled and said, "Look at this. I don't want roses for this bridal bouquet. I like roses. Although roses and roses look similar, the flower language of roses is waiting for hopeful happiness."

Hopeful happiness.

Wen Yangzhi stood there, but knew he couldn't give it to her.

They were preparing for their wedding like a happy engaged couple.

Originally these were his.

Ayanna felt sorry for the tall man standing alone looking at them, so she called out to Yun Yuwan:

"You are back."

Yun Yuwan and Jiang Yingyu looked over here at the same time and saw Wen Yangzhi standing at the door.

He still has the same calm and noble demeanor that cannot be offended, like the gold-plated black flag standing at the city gate, the meaning behind it is more intimidating than the flag itself.

But he was as heavy as a dark cloud, as if a heavy rainstorm would pour down in the next second.

Yun Yuwan was still smiling, but the muscles on her face were relaxed and the smile in her eyes was no longer sincere.

Wen Yangzhi stood at the door, as if there was a wound on his lip. When he opened his thin lips, he felt the pain of the wound sticking and tearing open: "Don't you want that tree anymore?"

Yun Yuwan asked casually, "That tree?"

She looked at the dent in the ground and did not explain that the tree was his. She just said softly:

"It's not an important tree. It was too much of an eyesore in the middle of the yard, so someone dug it up."

His cold white hands gently held the check, his heart seemed unable to pump blood, and his face turned pale: "Where's the check?"

She held the phone, nonchalantly but softly, as if she were polite to a stranger, but very well-mannered and concerned: "The check is thrown away after it expires. Is it because it has a signature that it cannot be thrown away casually?"

He could only speak with difficulty: "No."

She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't, right?"

I want to cheat the babies out of their monthly tickets.