Green Tea Top Student Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 65

After getting home, Shi Wangui immediately locked the door behind her and ran to the window, opening it to breathe in the cool night air.

In the car earlier, Wen Youren had turned the air conditioning up so high that Shi Wangui was trapped in a cycle of opening the window and feeling freezing, then closing it and feeling stifled. She hadn’t dared to take off her fleece jacket, so she had endured the heat all the way home.

The rush of cold wind made her feel much better, and the flush on her face gradually faded. She clenched her fist and gave the wall a light thump.

Intentional. It must have been intentional.

Wen Youren was wearing that alluring vest while turning the AC up that high—did she even consider that I was wearing a thick, lined jacket?!

Once her body felt sufficiently cool, Shi Wangui closed the window. She opened her bedroom door with a look of displeasure, seeing Wen Youren standing outside. “What are you doing standing outside my door?”

Wen Youren unlocked her phone, tapped something, and then held the screen up. “Heavy rain tonight.”

“…” Shi Wangui stared at her. “So?”

Wen Youren took a step forward until they were standing very close. Her hair, caught in the draft from the hallway, brushed against Shi Wangui’s face. She whispered, “I’m afraid…”

“…” Shi Wangui took a step back. “If you’re afraid, go find a police officer. Why are you telling me?”

Wen Youren lowered her head, her amber eyes shimmering as they fixed on Shi Wangui. She waited until her eyes were watery enough to look truly pitiable before saying, “I only feel safe when I’m near you.”

Although the gaze made Shi Wangui’s heart soften, she kept her guard up. “Then how did you survive the last five years?”

Wen Youren suddenly reached for the button on her cuff and began to slide her sleeve up. Shi Wangui gasped, “What are you doing?”

We haven’t even reconciled yet…

But then Shi Wangui understood. Wen Youren’s arm couldn’t just be described as “injured”—there wasn’t a single patch of healthy skin. It was fortunate she wasn’t prone to scarring, or it would have been covered in welts.

Shi Wangui kicked the wall lightly, then reached out to pull Wen Youren’s sleeve back down. “Fine. I’ll let you stay with me tonight—just this once.”

Wen Youren smiled. “Thank you.”

Shi Wangui gripped the doorknob. “I’m going to shower. Go get cleaned up yourself. I won’t lock the door tonight; come in whenever you’re ready.”

Wen Youren nodded in agreement. “I have a bit of work to finish. If you want to watch me work, I don’t mind. If not, go ahead and rest. I’ll come find you later.”

In truth, ever since she learned the truth about her father, Wen Youren wasn’t as afraid of thunder anymore. Now, the sound felt more like her father urging her to find the truth.

Shi Wangui closed her door, her face flushing again despite the cool breeze. Her heart ached. How could there be so many wounds on Wen Youren’s arms? If she didn’t know the truth, anyone else would have assumed she was a victim of domestic violence and called the police.

Is it really going to rain tonight? She found herself looking forward to it.

When Shi Wangui finished her shower and came out, Wen Youren wasn’t in her room. She had wanted to mention that her room also had a study area where she could work. Shi Wangui scanned the house for her, finally spotting a faint light coming from a room on the first floor.

Her hair was still wet, but she headed down anyway.

Seeing Shi Wangui’s damp hair, Wen Youren led her to the bathroom, pulled a hair dryer from a drawer, and began to dry it for her.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair before coming down?” Wen Youren asked over the hum of the dryer.

Shi Wangui, being quite a bit shorter, didn’t need to crouch while Wen Youren worked. “I just wanted to see what you were doing. I was going to do it in a minute. I didn’t know you’d do it for me.”

“The weather isn’t that warm yet. You should dry your hair immediately after washing it. You never liked doing it when you were abroad; why haven’t you changed?”

Shi Wangui whipped her head around. “How do you know I didn’t like drying my hair abroad?”

“Haha,” Wen Youren chuckled softly. “Do you think I had cameras installed in your house?”

“The thought crossed my mind.”

“I’m not that powerful,” Wen Youren explained. “It’s because your hair was always wet whenever you video-called your aunt. I saw it and remembered.”

“You saw me?” Shi Wangui’s voice rose. “How?”

Shi Wangui racked her brain, thinking of every video call she had with her aunt over the last five years—the times, the locations—but she never saw Wen Youren or heard her voice.

Wen Youren lowered the speed of the dryer. “There was a family gathering once where I was sitting right next to your aunt. You called her to show her the dinner you made. Your hair was so wet I thought it was going to start dripping any second.”

Now that she mentioned it, Shi Wangui had a vague memory of a call during a family party. Her aunt had asked if she wanted to see the others, but she had refused. She never imagined Wen Youren was right there. Perhaps that was their true first “meeting” after the breakup.

“So what?” Shi Wangui asked defensively. “What right do you have to say these things to me now?”

Once the hair was mostly dry, Wen Youren said, “Let’s have a drink tonight. You know how to drink now, don’t you?”

Shi Wangui glanced at the window, where the glass reflected Wen Youren’s face. “I learned long ago.”

Wen Youren put the dryer away. “Then I’ll wait for you in the living room?”

“You drink if you want; I’m not interested. I haven’t forgiven you yet—get that through your head.”

Wen Youren didn’t push. She stepped back to let Shi Wangui pass.

Shi Wangui went back to her room and opened her wardrobe, choosing a white silk slip dress. She tied her curls back with a ribbon, letting them rest against her neck. She lay on the bed with the door slightly ajar, listening for any movement downstairs.

But it was hauntingly quiet. After ten minutes, her curiosity got the better of her, and she headed back down. Wen Youren was nowhere to be found. The computer in the study was off.

Unbelievable. She left without saying a word just because I wouldn’t drink with her? Did she go out to find someone else to drink with?

When did she become so petty?

Dejected, Shi Wangui sat at the table. A bottle of red wine had been left there. As time passed, the thin silk of her nightgown wasn’t enough to keep out the chill. She felt colder and colder, so she opened the bottle and took a long drink directly from it.

She wasn’t actually a good drinker; she usually ended up sick after just a little. But as the wine hit her stomach, a warmth began to spread through her body.

Her mind filled with memories of the recent years. She missed Wen Youren terribly, and she still loved her. But she couldn’t lower her pride. Wen Youren was the one who broke up with her; if they were to get back together, it couldn’t be Shi Wangui who asked.

She drank out of a sense of grievance, and before long, the entire bottle was gone.

Her body burned, and her consciousness grew hazy. Her memories were now colored by her intense emotions.

I miss her.

She reached for her phone and dialed Wen Youren’s number. It was answered quickly, the background noise sounding chaotic.

“What is it?” Wen Youren’s cool voice asked.

“Can you be back in ten minutes?”

…

“Have you been drinking?”

“Just a little.”

“Wait for me. I’ll be there soon.”

The call ended. Shi Wangui’s head was throbbing. She leaned back into the chair, her phone slipping from her hand. It hit the floor with a clatter, startling her and bringing back memories of her lonely days abroad.

A wave of terror washed over her. The invisible pressure felt like a crescent moon in a black sky or a starving dog ready to devour her.

A nearby window was open. The sheer curtains brushed against her bare skin as the wind blew. Moonlight bathed her face, and one of her straps had slipped down her shoulder.

She stared blankly at the moon, wanting to ask: Should I just follow my heart?

Before the ten minutes were up, Wen Youren arrived. Seeing Shi Wangui silhouetted in the moonlight, she slowed her pace, walking toward her step by step.

She was so beautiful. Years of suppressed affection finally burst forth in that moment.

Wen Youren leaned down to embrace her. “Why did you drink so much?”

A few drops of wine had spilled onto the white silk dress, leaving red stains over her chest like blooming roses. The strap remained down, leaving her skin exposed, flushed from the alcohol.

Shi Wangui spoke plainly, “You love me, don’t you?”

Wen Youren gently caressed her cheek. “Yes. I love you.”

Shi Wangui leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Feeling the coolness of the other woman’s skin, she asked, “Then, do you want to sleep with me?”

In the silence, the sound of Wen Youren’s racing heart was clear. Thump, thump. It was her most honest answer.

“If you agree,” Wen Youren whispered.

Shi Wangui looked up and poked Wen Youren’s forehead with her finger. “I agree.”

“Wanwan, you’re drunk.”

“Is there more wine?” Shi Wangui asked.

“No more.”

Shi Wangui hummed softly. “Trust me, I’m not drunk. If you won’t sleep with me, then I’ll sleep with you. Or do you have someone else out there? Is someone else more fun? Do you think I’m not pretty enough?”

“Wanwan…” Wen Youren made her final decision. She picked Shi Wangui up in her arms and turned toward the stairs. “You said this yourself.”

The weather forecast hadn’t been wrong. As the bedroom door closed, a heavy rain began to fall, and thunder rolled across the sky.

Wen Youren laid Shi Wangui on the bed and kissed her soft lips. The scent of alcohol filled her senses. As they shed their clothes and their bare skin met, the atmosphere turned electric.

Outside, the rain continued to pour, battering the flowers in the yard. Some of the petals, unable to bear the weight, fell and returned to the earth.

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