always like you

Chapter 905 Gentle John (Extra Story)

The next day, the news of An Chen's wedding swept the entertainment headlines all over the world, and New York was no exception. Although Emperor's headquarters is in City A, New York is an international financial center after all, and Emperor's sphere of influence here should not be underestimated. Look, for a while, the streets are talking about the Chinese version of Cinderella...

"Sir, here is today's newspaper!"

John nodded lightly, his eyes fell on the newspaper, and he frowned immediately: "Helen, you don't need to prepare newspapers in the morning, and don't let the lady see them!"

Helen is the old man in the family, following John's line of sight, she understood what John meant, and nodded: "Yes, I understand, sir!"

"By the way, sir, the company called and asked if you are going to the company today?"

John looked up at the upstairs, and shook his head lightly. Now that Wen Qian is like this, how can he be at ease!

Helen looked at the big boy in front of her. He could be said to have grown up under her watch. Helen naturally knew what John was thinking. After hesitating for a while, Helen still said, "Sir, let me say something I shouldn't say." , if you stay at home, the psychological pressure of the lady will be even greater, time can heal everything, the lady has always been strong, she will definitely pass, and it is best to treat her with a normal heart!"

After Helen finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen. John was silent for a long time. After breakfast, he went out to the company...

When Wen Qian woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, she rubbed her temples, how could she sleep so well?

He lifted the quilt and sat up, grabbed a piece of clothing next to him and put it on, gently placed his little white feet on the soft carpet, Wen Qian slowly walked into the bathroom, washed up dully, and looked in the mirror Wen Qian was in a trance for a moment!

Because there was no blood on her face, she became paler and paler. With her black hair, she looked a bit like a ghost. Wen Qian took a towel and wiped the water droplets on her face. Like this?
"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

"Miss, are you up yet?"

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Qian regained her composure, walked out slowly, and opened the door: "Helen!"

"Miss, do you want to eat?"

Wen Qian shook her head gently: "I'm not hungry!"

"Miss...you can eat a little bit, the sun is very good today, shall I go out for a walk with miss?"

Every girl is dependent on her mother. Except for John's biological mother who treats Wen Qian like her own child, Helen also treats Wen Qian like a mother. Although she calls her "Miss" and always pays attention to her identity, Helen does For Wen Qian, she is also like a mother!

Looking at her slightly wrinkled face, Wen Qian couldn't say anything to refuse, so she nodded and smiled weakly: "Okay!"

This manor, located on the outskirts of New York, is a typical pastoral style. Under Helen's soft and hard soak, Wen Qian reluctantly ate a small sandwich, drank a glass of milk, and then followed Helen for a walk in the garden outside !
"Is brother not here today?"

"The company has something to do, sir went early in the morning!"

"Oh……"

"Miss, I haven't heard Miss playing the piano for a long time. Miss likes to play the piano in the sun the most. Today's sunshine is just right, let me feast my ears?"

There is a white tripod piano on the lawn of the garden. This is what John prepared for her. The sun is mild and the grass is green. The white crystal piano looks very beautiful. Wen Qian is slightly stunned. She will learn the piano because That man, just because he said "not bad" to the piano sound at the banquet...

"Miss?"

"Huh?...Okay, what does Helen want to hear?"

"Miss can play anything!"

Wen Qian walked over slowly, sat down, opened the lid of the piano, and slender fingers gently slid over each key. Although her piano level is not as good as that of a world-class performer, she has a higher level , Wen Qian was silent for a while, her fingertips fluttered, and a song "Dream Wedding" poured out under her hands...

A dream wedding... That man really created a dream wedding, but unfortunately, the heroine is not her...

With her eyes closed, Wen Qian moved her fingers over the keys, and what appeared in her mind was that white Gothic building, that solemn church... When the song reached the climax, the corners of Wen Qian's eyes became moist. When she didn't know which note fell on it, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, lying on the keys like a dead leaf, sobbing uncontrollably...

Helen reached out to support Wen Qian's shoulders, without saying a word, and let her cry...

I don't know how long it took before Wen Qian gradually stopped. Helen reached out and wiped the tears on Wen Qian's face: "Miss, I have cried enough, I can't cry any more!"

Wen Qian's eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Helen, what do you think is wrong with me?"

"Everywhere is good!"

"Why then?"

"Miss, you can't force your feelings, you have to learn to accept them!"

accept?

Yes, she should accept it, she should have accepted it long ago, shouldn't she?

"Miss, if you are unhappy, sir will not be happy. If Madam and the others come back, they will feel sorry for you when they see you like this. Miss, I have lived most of my life. There is really nothing I can't live with..."

There are a lot of reasons, so why does Wen Qian not understand, it's not that she doesn't understand An Chen's decision, those memories that she thought were engraved in her heart are nothing in the eyes of that man, right?
Just like what An Chen said, all his affection was given to his love, so how could there be any extra for others?

"Miss, no matter what, you still have your husband, your family, and us..."

Wen Qian raised her eyes to look at Helen, smiled bluntly, and reached out to hug Helen: "Thank you!"

Back in the room, Wen Qian sat on the bed for a long time, until the sun set, she moved her stiff body, and took out a beautiful box made of rattan from somewhere in the room. There are diaries, greeting cards, unopened presents, even some textbooks, etc...

These are the memories she thinks she has with An Chen... Her fingers lightly brushed over those things, and tears fell down again, sniffing, Wen Qian casually picked up a diary, opened it Come on, it was something she wrote when she was 16 years old. After reading a few pages, Wen Qian couldn't read it anymore...

(End of this chapter)