Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 89 I Can’t Let You Follow Me Without Any Name or Status

Jin Yanchen turned a deaf ear to these words. He turned around and pulled Jian Yi back. Her body was like a limp marshmallow, leaning against the side of the seat. As soon as he hugged her, she immediately leaned over to him, not looking defensive at all.

In the dark night, he stroked her face quietly.

He thought that the greatest love a woman can have for a man is probably to conceal all her sharp edges and come close to him with a soft heart.

He was very grateful to have received Jian Yi's most precious affection.

"Xiaoyi." Jin Yanchen slowly moved towards her, and the breath of the two of them intersected and blended in the same space, like the same frosty color in a snowy night. The obscure and unclear love was all mixed in a kiss with the head lowered.

Jin Yanchen gently stroked her lips in the darkness. His voice was as light as a broken thread, floating in the air, almost disconnected.

"I want you to be by my side forever...but, I can't."

"You can do it, Jin Yanchen."

Jian Yi slowly opened her eyes. She was confused and still drunk, and didn't know whether it was just a dream talk or the truth. But she said the last three words of his name very clearly, and the words were so profound that they seemed to be engraved into her bones.

Jin Yanchen was intoxicated by such eyes.

He bent down and kissed the corner of her lips: "No, I can't."

"At least I can't let you follow me without any name or status like this."

Something is vaguely growing in this night, perhaps it is lust.

In short, he took off the string of agarwood beads and walked from the world of gods to the human world.

On the morning when she sobered up, Jian Yi heard the complete story of the string of agarwood beads.

It turns out that Jin Yanchen's identity is not some illegitimate child that can be hidden from the public. His mother Zhang Jing and Jin Ming got married in a formal manner in Hong Kong.

At first, it was an eloping idea that came to her mind, but after all, she was the youngest daughter who had been loved and raised since childhood, so no matter how reluctant the Zhang family was, they still sent a large dowry on the day of the wedding.

Jin Ming gradually made his fortune with the help of his wife's generous dowry. At that time, it was popular to go into business, so he often traveled between Hong Kong and the mainland, and his ambition grew.

Later, when Jin Yanchen was in elementary school, his father finally passed away and never returned to Hong Kong.

The mother asked people to make inquiries and found out that the former street newspaper vendor had hooked up with a new rich lady and had become a leader in the industry.

How could a young lady from a noble family endure such humiliation? The capital was in an uproar, and finally she was coaxed by Jin Ming to live in the East Suburb Villa.

It was at this time that the rumors about the couple spread.

The final fuse of the incident was when the two sons of the Jin family appeared in the eastern suburbs. Zhang Jing was so angry that she couldn't speak. She thought it was just a problem between the couple after marriage. She didn't expect that Jin Ming was dishonest from the beginning. Two sons who were older than Jin Yanchen appeared out of nowhere and enjoyed everything that belonged to her.

Mrs. Jin invited her to her ancestral home to reminisce about the past, and gave her the nice excuse of asking her to "step down and let others take over."

Zhang Jing broke in alone. The solemn and dignified old house of the Jin family and the incense burning all over the room ignited the jealousy in her heart.

While the servants were preparing meals, she went around to the two young masters' rooms, set the window screen on fire with a lighter, and burned the place cleanly.

Along with love.

Although Jin Yanchen did not experience this scene in person, he often dreamed about it later. The blood-like flames and the shrill screams seemed to be in his ears, perhaps from Zhang Jing, or perhaps from his two brothers.

What's even more tragic is that he is the biggest beneficiary of this incident.

It is the root of all sin.

Later, the Zhang family asked someone to get a string of agarwood Buddhist beads for him, asking him to be cautious and contemplative, and to avoid being impatient and arrogant.

He put it on like a lock, and love and desire were suppressed under reason.

Jian Yi was not very satisfied with the ending of the story.

She lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Why don't you clear your name?" Her words seemed to be speaking up for him. Zhang Yu was imprisoned for murder, and in order to cover up the truth, the Jin family announced that she committed suicide. The reason was not convenient to elaborate.

The marriage relationship was naturally dissolved due to death, and the position of Mrs. Jin rightfully fell to another person. However, Jin Yanchen, perhaps because he was a few years younger, was naturally regarded as a latecomer and was given the stigma of "illegitimate child".

"What's the point... Pursuing those past events will only disturb her peace." Jin Yanchen put one hand on her back. His muscles and bones were strong, just like him, standing speechless and silent.

Jian Yi raised her head and held his face in her hands: "But this is not fair to you."

"It's all other people's opinions... I don't care."

Jin Yanchen leaned closer and said to her in a tender tone, "I think it's enough to be honest with you alone."

Jian Yi laughed softly. She took out the remaining sobering potion from Jin Yanchen's coat pocket and put it under her tongue. It had a faint minty scent.

She extended her lips to him, Jin Yanchen glanced at her, lifted her chin and moved closer.

They had a lingering crimson deep kiss. In this slightly hazy morning, birds were chirping as they roosted in the garden. The dynamics of life were vividly displayed at this moment.

Jian Yi fell on the sofa in a daze, her lips were a shimmering water color, her eyes were unconsciously fixed on the transparent diamond-lattice window, and she suddenly said, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't snow this year."

There has been no snow in Kyoto this year, and the weather is neither good nor bad, but I always feel like something is missing.

Jin Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled: "What?"

"Because we can live without snow in winter, but we can't live without Jin Yanchen." Jian Yi said with a smile, "Besides, didn't you take me to see the snow before?"

Jin Yanchen sneered, with a smile in his eyes.

"It's no use holding me up now. What happened last night isn't over yet."

Talking about business, Jin Yanchen's face became serious. He picked up a Cuban cigar and slowly lit it while leaning on the rocking chair outside.

He smoked very gracefully. He took a special cigar clip and cut off the end, then leaned over to light the cigarette. The swirling indigo smoke inadvertently revealed his elegance.

"You were so brave last night, are you afraid that you won't be able to survive in the financial circle in the future?"

“I didn’t think much about it at the time.”

"Anyway, I'll have you in the future."

Jin Yanchen enjoyed the natural intimacy very much.

He weighed the ash and looked at her helplessly.

"You, you—"

Jian Yi looked at him with her eyes open, innocent and fearless.

Jin Yanchen was completely helpless and said with a low laugh, "You are the only one who can control me."

With less than a month to go before the Chinese New Year, Jin Yanchen took some time to return to his old home.

The old house has never had much of a New Year atmosphere. White paper lanterns are hung under the eaves, and yellow paper is burning in the ancestral hall in front of the main hall. As soon as you step in, you can smell the smoke and fire.

Jin Yanchen stopped subconsciously.

Song Zhi was kneeling in the middle. She was wearing a pure black dress with a white flower on her chest. She turned her head and saw Jin Yanchen. Hatred burst out in her eyes. She rushed to him in two or three steps and asked, "Why did you come back?"

Jin Yanchen ignored her and walked past the crowd of people. He broke three incense sticks, lit them, bowed his head in worship, and his eyes were dark.

Song Zhi was about to make a scene, but was persuaded to stop by the housekeeper who came hurriedly.

The old butler bowed and said, "Boss Jin, the old man invites you in."

(End of this chapter)