Chapter 217: with translation of chapter title: 217

217 "Mr. Wen, can you lend me a knife?"

Xie Shiyu had already arranged a hotel in Yi City for Tushan Jiu before she set out; although it was not under the Xie Clan Group, the Xie Clan also had a stake in a super-large chain hotel.

After Bai Yu got a big smack, he invited Tushan Jiu to stay at his place, but Tushan Jiu politely declined.

Bai Yu had no choice but to give up, saying he would pick her up tomorrow morning and go together to Yi University.

He is also a student at Yi University, although he hasn't spent much time attending classes there, but because of his fame, the school also invited him.

Originally he hadn't planned to go, but after hearing that Tushan Jiu would go there tomorrow to handle something, and combining that with seeing Wen Zhuoyi and them at the restaurant today, he caught the scent of gossip, so naturally he wanted to go along to watch the drama.

Tushan Jiu was also helpless; if only he used his sharpness in the right place, his parents wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

Upon entering the hotel lobby, the hotel manager had already been notified and was waiting at the front desk.

As soon as they heard her surname was Tushan, she hurriedly personally escorted her to the top-floor luxury suite.

This hotel has twenty-three floors; the top-floor luxury suite is a 360-degree view room, capable of overlooking half of Yi City.

Yi City is a second-tier city, and its night scenery is also first-rate beautiful.

Tushan Jiu took two photos, then went to take a shower and sleep.

The next day she woke up early and immediately sat cross-legged to meditate.

After an hour, she finally opened her eyes, exhaled a mouthful of impure qi, and then murmured: "Tsk, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance back to frugality."

Accustomed to meditating at the Xie Family's qi-gathering place, she felt that the qi was much less elsewhere.

But thinking back, when she was on the mountain she trained like this; now, only half a year later, Xie Shiyu has 'spoiled her rotten'.

This left Tushan Jiu feeling somewhat helpless.

After getting up, the hotel sent up breakfast.

After glancing at the portion of breakfast, she curled the corner of her mouth, took out her phone and snapped a photo for Xie Shiyu, 【Which boyfriend is this thoughtful? I owe you a reward; I'll make it up to you when we get back!】

Xie Shiyu didn't reply, and Tushan Jiu knew he was off to another meeting.

She put down her phone and started eating breakfast.

She had barely taken two bites when Bai Yu called, yawning while telling her he was almost at the hotel.

Tushan Jiu sped up her eating.

After finishing, she hurried downstairs.

Yi University is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year, so the events are being held grandly.

Besides some performances, there are also experience-sharing speeches by outstanding graduates from each class.

Among them, Li Ruinian, who has won many awards, is certainly going to go on stage to say a few words.

Moreover, many students from the Fine Arts department know her.

However, everyone feels regretful, because she is about to put down her pen soon.

But many people, upon seeing her, recalled that equally brilliant legal genius, Tushan Wen.

Meanwhile, Wen Zhuoyi, sitting in the audience below, looked at Li Ruinian on stage, whose eyes showed a faint blue tint, and his heart was tugged repeatedly.

He hadn't slept all night last night, repeatedly wondering whether his approach might be wrong.

People are greedy; he isn't that selfless either—he also wants to see the outcome.

He has persisted for over three years straight, but in fact he isn't sure whether he can actually last until the end.

Because his family has been constantly pressuring him to marry over these years, he is also fed up with it.

To be honest, he is unwilling to accept this; he really, really likes Li Ruinian.

He had liked her even before she and Tushan Wen had confirmed their relationship; he just lacked the courage to confess.

When he one day suddenly saw their official announcement on social media, he realized he had missed his chance by a step.

Having had a good upbringing since childhood, he could not possibly do something like pry open a friend's relationship, so he instead locked away his feelings.

But later, Tushan Wen died unexpectedly, and during that period he never thought of taking advantage of the situation; yet when one likes someone, sometimes one can't help oneself.

At first he really just wanted to accompany her through that period, because he knew her relationship with Tushan Wen was very good.

But later, after she was discharged from the hospital, he truly didn't want to leave her side.

He wanted her.

He wanted her to become his girlfriend.

Thus he became her assistant, working year-round without rest, just so she could notice him; he even underwent myopia surgery, because someone had said that without his glasses his eyes resembled those of Tushan Wen.

But just thinking back to this morning, when she said: "Wen Zhuoyi, go home."

To be honest, his heart is indeed somewhat confused.

Could it really be that he has no hope left at all?

Li Ruinian's speech on stage wasn't over yet, and from time to time he could hear the name Tushan Wen in his ears; he closed his eyes and wearily pinched his brow.

Suddenly, a female voice came from behind: "Mr. Wen, can you lend me a knife?"

Wen Zhuoyi turned his head back, and upon seeing that it was Tushan Jiu, his pupils constricted.

"You are Ah Wen's......"

Tushan Jiu nodded, "Yes, I am Tushan Wen's cousin; we met five years ago."

Wen Zhuoyi fell silent for a moment, then asked her: "Just now you called me and said 'Can you lend me a knife?' What does that mean?"

Tushan Jiu glanced at Li Ruinian on stage and said to him: "It's not convenient to talk here with so many people; let's go backstage."

Bai Yu was in the lounge backstage, and the 'props' were still with him.

Wen Zhuoyi also followed her gaze and glanced at that side of the stage; he subconsciously checked the time—her manuscript still had ten minutes left to finish, and coming back would give enough time, so she wouldn't have trouble finding him later.

So both of them stood up and headed toward the backstage area.

Because of his special status, Bai Yu feared being surrounded by students, so after hearing that he had agreed to come again, the school arranged a separate lounge for him the night before.

After knocking on the door, Tushan Jiu said it was her, and Bai Yu came to open the door.

Wen Zhuoyi was also surprised when he saw Bai Yu; he hadn't expected Tushan Jiu and Bai Yu to know each other, and they seemed quite familiar.

His gaze unintentionally swept over the large bunch of blue hydrangeas on the table, and he paused again.

That flower was Li Ru Nian's favorite.

Suddenly he remembered that he had forgotten to buy flowers today.

Tushan Jiu glanced at Wen Zhuoyi, then looked at the flowers on the table, and spoke frankly:

"These flowers are the confession props I prepared for you."

Hearing that, Wen Zhuoyi was somewhat taken aback, momentarily unable to grasp Tushan Jiu's meaning.

Tushan Jiu took out the prepared nail clipper and said, "Mr. Wen, my second older paternal cousin came to me a few days ago, asking me to lend a blade to Sister Ru Nian to dispel her obsession, but I feel I shouldn't lend this blade to her; instead, I should lend it to you."

Wen Zhuoyi was dazed, "Wait, what did you just say? You said A Wen came to see you? Did you dream that he came?"

Tushan Jiu shook her head, calmly gave him a brief explanation of what the Tushan Family's blade-lenders actually do, and after finishing the explanation, she once again extended the nail clipper toward him and asked:

"Will you lend this blade?"