Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 91 Can You Understand My Feelings?

Jin Yanchen went back and had a high fever.

Jian Yi didn't notice it at first, but later in the night she felt the person next to her getting hotter. She reached out her hand in a daze and was awakened by the temperature of his forehead.

After all, he was used to being on his own, so when he had a fever he just lay back and acted as if nothing had happened.

Jian Yi sighed, got up from the bed and boiled some water.

She called Cheng Ning. This secretary was worthy of being a 24-hour substitute. When Jian Yi had almost given up hope, the phone was picked up after three rings.

Cheng Ning said, "Miss Jian, what do you want me to do?"

Jian Yi said, "You have my number?"

"Boss Jin asked me to save it, saying it's in case you need to contact me for something important. Boss Jin sometimes has meetings, so if you can't contact him, you can contact me."

Jian Yi hummed and cut to the chase, "He has a fever. I want to ask if he is allergic to the cold medicine, or do I need to send him to the hospital for an IV drip now?"

Cheng Ning was silent for a moment: "There should be a medicine box on the first floor. The family doctor may not be able to come in the evening. I will contact him first. If Mr. Jin is not in good condition, Miss Jian, can you contact me?"

Jian Yi suggested: "Zhen'an Hospital is next door, how about I help him see a doctor?"

Unexpectedly, this proposal was rejected by Cheng Ning. Cheng Ning hesitated to speak, not knowing how to explain this strange behavior of not going to the hospital for medical treatment. If he went into details, it might involve a secret of a wealthy family.

He had no choice but to say, "Mr. Jin is a little afraid of hospitals. He might suffer from stress if he goes there."

Fortunately, Jian Yi was not a person who liked to ask too many questions, and she was too lazy to explore the gossips about wealthy families. Her eyes fell gently on Jin Yanchen, who was lying quietly and silently on the bed, with his brows furrowed like a ravine. Usually, he was like a towering mountain blocking her way, but tonight he collapsed.

She sighed again, climbed onto the bed barefoot, and quietly smoothed the wrinkles between his brows with her palm.

If she wanted to ask tonight, Cheng Ning would definitely tell her. These countless fragmented pasts would piece together a complete Jin Yanchen.

But Jian Yi thought, what good would it be if she knew his painful past? She could accompany him through every moment of the present, but she could not make up for his past.

Jian Yi spent almost the entire second half of the night cooling down Jin Yanchen physically. She used a towel dipped in water to repeatedly wipe his entire body, and when the sky began to lighten, his temperature finally subsided.

Cheng Ning called in the middle of the call, but Jian Yi had already fallen into a deep sleep and didn't answer the call.

He was worried, so he drove here early in the morning, and saw this scene -
It was a rare sunny day. The sunlight filtered through the layers of branches, filling the bleak winter day. The slightly flickering halo was like a sunset lamp, illuminating lovers' eyes in patches.

There was a mixed smell of rosin in the air, followed by the gentle and mellow sound of cello.

Jin Yanchen was sitting in the garden pavilion. He was wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. His collar was loose, revealing his thin collarbone, looking casual and uninhibited.

His face was still a little pale, but there was a faint smile on the corners of his lips. As the strings were played, his body moved to the rhythm, but his eyes fell on the girl in front of him.

Jian Yi sat cross-legged in front of him, listening to the deep and melodious cello sound, and she was his only audience.

This is the moment when their love is most obvious. The lovers' eyes meet, and naturally converge into a romantic and affectionate melody in the air.

Jian Yi couldn't help but be intoxicated by him.

Jin Yanchen raised his eyes and looked at her, with a lazy and wanton glance. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled, with an authentic London accent, and called her "baby" in a seductive way.

Jian Yi was completely devastated.

She moved closer to him and kissed him. He had a fatally cold temperament, and when he lowered his eyes and leaned in to kiss her, he seemed inexplicably lustful.

Jin Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled down, he bit his lower lip, chuckled softly, and just like the sound of Qin in his hand, he approached her lips gently and dangerously.

The piano music was stirring, and he moved his attack forward. The girl in front of him trembled violently, and subconsciously tried to pull away, but he held her down by the waist with a low laugh.

Cheng Ning threw the medicine he brought on the shoe cabinet.

I also sent a message to the family doctor who was rushing over not to come.

He turned around expressionlessly, and when the next song was over, Jin Yanchen came over and called him.

Cheng Ning handed over the report to be reviewed today. He glanced at the cello placed aside. He wondered how many years it had been since Jin Yanchen had taken out the cello. He didn't expect that he would take it out today just to make people happy. His mind drifted to a distant past, and Jin Yanchen called him again at this time.

Jin Yanchen quickly signed the document, stuffed it into his arms along with the pen, and then waved his hand. He rarely acted so recklessly.

"I'm not going to work today."

"Please prepare some sacrifices for me." Jin Yanchen ordered in a deep voice, saying word by word, "I want to take her to see my mother."

The word "surprised" could no longer describe Cheng Ning's feeling at this moment.

If emotions were to be compared to an ocean, then his heart was already filled with raging waves.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you going to the north?"

Jin Yanchen hummed: "Let's drive there. It takes about a day to go back and forth."

After saying this, he waved to Jian Yi. She had a gentle smile and acted very politely. Knowing that they had official business to discuss, she never came forward to disturb them.

Jin Yanchen looked down at Jian Yi. His tone was casual as usual. He stroked her knuckles and said, "Can I take you to see someone?"
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The car drove to a cemetery in the north.

There is a section of the road that requires walking, passing through countless long steps, and climbing up step by step.

Jian Yi was wearing a pair of sheepskin boots with heels when she went out today. She bent down to rub her ankle, then continued walking up without paying any attention to it.

Jin Yanchen squatted down beside her. He took out a pair of white sneakers from somewhere and clasped her ankle with his slender jade-like fingers.

Jian Yi subconsciously shrank back, thinking that someone like him shouldn't bow his head.

Jin Yanchen chuckled softly, and he calmly took off her shoes, just like the first time he gave her high heels, and this time he put on sneakers for her.

He held her whole body and took heavy and steady steps.

The long staircase with no end in sight seemed like their future.

Jian Yi held his hand tightly, calmed down and walked forward side by side with him.

There is a temple near the cemetery. It is surrounded by mountains and forests, and you can hear the clear sound of bells from afar.

Jian Yi suddenly stopped and asked, "What temple is that?"

Jin Yanchen said: "Fanshan Temple."

"Then let's go and worship next time we have a chance."

Jin Yanchen paused for a moment. He looked from afar. This look was filled with too much. In the end, he just said lightly, "I never believe in gods or Buddhas."

Jian Yi followed him slowly up the mountain. She seldom walked such a long distance on a mountain road, but today she seemed to have endless energy. When she stood on the mountainside and looked down, she felt that the view was very broad, and the fireworks of the world gathered into small dots. She longed to have her own piece of fireworks here.

Zhang Yu's tomb is near the gate. Just three or two steps into the cemetery, you can see the dark gray tombstone.

The monument was erected by Jin Yanchen himself. He leaned over and pressed his fingers over every notch, as if he was opening up sealed memories.

Jian Yi arranged the offerings in silence.

"She likes the hustle and bustle, so she stays here and listens to what's going on in the world."

The temperature on the mountain is slightly lower than that at the foot of the mountain. In the raging cold wind, Jin Yanchen stood tall.

His eyes were covered with a layer of gentleness like clouds and mist, and he looked at her across the thin and continuous mountains in the distance, and his true feelings were revealed in an instant.

“Thank you.”

Jin Yanchen looked at her: "I'll bring you to see her, can you understand my intention?"

(End of this chapter)