Chapter 83: Did you change my profile picture?

It's not your fault, this isn't your fault.

Zhou Yinhe felt heartbroken to the point of nearly fainting, gently holding her in his arms.

Wen Ling clung to him, crying until she twitched: "I can't do anything, I can't decide..."

I know, I know all.

After finally coaxing the constantly crying Wen Ling back to sleep, Zhou Yinhe was drenched in sweat all over.

Zhou Zhaoning didn't linger, slipping away silently while the two were embraced.

After leaving the hospital, Zhao Ningyan stood not far away waiting for her; seeing her, he strode forward and embraced her.

Zhou Zhaoning sighed, speaking softly: "Perhaps I shouldn't have told Wen Ling about this."

Just as you said, she doesn't know what Xiao Wu went through because of her, so she'll always worry about the matter in her heart and won't be together with Xiao Wu properly; if you tell her, at least she'll properly consider her future with Xiao Wu.

Are we being too selfish? Zhou Zhaoning clenched his clothes, voice hoarse.

Zhao Ningyan rubbed her back with his large hand, softly saying: "I don't know either, maybe."

——

Zhou Yinhe lowered his gaze to look at Wen Ling's sleeping face, her small face pale, eyelids swollen, tear marks at the corners of her eyes, still gripping his hand tightly in her dream.

He even selfishly thought: she knows she attempted suicide because of me, so later she'll be good with me, right?

Zhou Yinhe exhaled gently, lay beside Wen Ling and held her tight.

He was certain of Wen Ling's feelings for him, but didn't expect that after she woke up she wouldn't keep this crying episode in her heart.

At that moment, Wen Ling sat on the bed edge, looking at him with a half-smile.

My profile picture, did you change it?

Zhou Yinhe instinctively avoided her gaze, making a muffled sound.

Wen Ling laughed at him, she hadn't noticed this profile picture until Chu Yao mentioned it when inviting her out to play, then she realized her profile picture had been changed.

She recalled that a few days ago, after they dyed their hair, she came out of the bathroom and bumped into Zhou Yinhe's guilty expression.

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow and asked: "Did you change it when you saw your sister that day?"

I just wanted to use the same one as you. Zhou Yinhe pursed his lips, turned his face away from Wen Ling.

Wen Ling stepped forward, shoved into his arms, reached out to turn his face, suppressing laughter as she spoke in a low voice: "How could you change my profile picture without my consent?"

Zhou Yinhe didn't struggle, put his arm around her waist and tightened it, low voice: "Now asking you isn't too late, can we change it?"

I refuse to use this profile picture. Wen Ling lifted her chin, gazing at him with a somewhat coquettish look; Zhou Yinhe's eyes darkened, and he didn't restrain himself, directly lowering his head to kiss her.

He never shortchanges himself; as he kissed, he was about to bring Wen Ling to the bed.

Don't mess around, I need to go out. Wen Ling turned her face to avoid his kiss; Zhou Yinhe paid no attention, failing to kiss her lips, he went for her earlobe instead.

Wen Ling pressed her hands against his chest, frowning: "I really need to go out."

Zhou Yinhe supported his arms on either side of her head, hoarsely asking: "What are you going out for?"

Pick someone up. Wen Ling didn't hide it from him: "Lu Zhaoye has come to Sijiucheng."

…… Zhou Yinhe was a bit dazed: "Who are you talking about?"

Lu Zhaoye, I don't know why, but his father suspended all his duties, so he's free and decided to come to Sijiucheng; he had Zhuo send me the flight number, asking me to pick him up.

Zhou Zhaoning remained silent for a long time, deeply regretting having been so absolute; now it's fine, he didn't cause much trouble for Lu Zhaoye, but instead he himself swallowed his jealousy.

How old is he that he still needs you to pick him up? Can't you just not go? Zhou Yinhe said in a low voice: "Let him go to the hotel himself, wouldn't that work?"

Wen Ling blinked, deliberately sniffed, then asked him doubtfully: "Did you smell something strange?"

What? Zhou Yinhe lifted his head to sniff; only the faint fragrance always present in Wen Ling's room, what strange smell?

Wen Ling curled her lips, pulled him down, sucked on his lips, laughing: "Sour taste, the taste of vinegar, it's killing me."

Before Zhou Yinhe could retort, Wen Ling pushed him away, sat up, coquettishly saying: "No more fooling around, I really don't have time."

Zhou Yinhe lay beside her, arms on either side of her head, watching her go to the washroom, then to the wardrobe; finally, when she came out, seeing Wen Ling's outfit, he felt as if he were soaking in a vat of old Chen vinegar, while Wen Ling stood beside him, continuously adding lemon to his vat.

Why are you dressing so nicely just to pick him up?

He overreacted; Wen Ling glanced at her own clothes, puzzled: "Isn't this what I usually wear?"

No. Zhou Yinhe sprang up, rummaged through the wardrobe, finally handed her a short-sleeve and a pair of jeans, grunting: "Wear this."

…… Wen Ling lowered her eyes at the overly plain casual attire, took a deep breath, endured it.

After she changed clothes, Zhou Yinhe also changed and they came out of the secondary bedroom together; Wen Ling frowned: "Why did you change clothes?"

I'm going with you; I haven't met him yet, so I'll take the chance to meet him. Zhou Yinhe spoke righteously, raised his chin, lifted his arm to pull Wen Ling into his embrace, smiling: "You've met my friends, I'll meet yours— is that not allowed?"

Wen Ling felt somewhat breathless from his hold, and he still pressed most of his weight on her; annoyed, she said: "Even if you don't want me to pick him up, you can't crush me."

Zhou Yinhe directly embraced her from behind, shamelessly saying: "Carry me on your back."

Wen Ling: "???"

Say it again. Wen Ling reached out, unreservedly twisting his arm, turning him around in a fierce circle.

Zhou Yinhe gasped in pain, honestly straightened his body, took Wen Ling's hand with an appeasing smile: "No more fooling around, let's go, let's go, I'll drive."

Wen Ling hummed a laugh, and they interlaced fingers.

Arriving at the airport, Lu Zhaoye's flight hadn't landed yet; Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe waited in the car for a while.

Zhou Yinhe helped her recline the seat, letting Wen Ling lie down more comfortably.

When we meet him later, don't snap at him; he's just here to play for a few days, and once his father reinstates his position after a few days, he'll leave. Wen Ling gripped Zhou Yinhe's hand and bit it, earnestly instructing: "Also don't deliberately trip him up."

Zhou Yinhe snorted coldly, gave no reply; Wen Ling then bit him again: "Did you hear that?"

I know! Zhou Yinhe said impatiently.

Wen Ling didn't mind his tone, rubbed his hair, which was the same color as hers, and grew fonder the more she looked.

Baobao. She softly called him; Zhou Yinhe's face shifted from overcast to clear in an instant, he took Wen Ling's hand and kissed it, one affectionate gesture after another.

At that moment, Wen Ling's phone rang several times.

Wen Ling lowered her head and glanced; it was a text message sent by Lu Zhaoye.

Since the last time Lu Zhaoye blocked her on WeChat, he has never unblocked her, nor does he call; now he only sends text messages.