The Affectionate Backup is a Heartthrob [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Affectionate Stand-in is Coveted (13)

In the celebratory banquet hall, Jiang Han was still surrounded by crowds. This was a banquet specially held by the organizers for the racers, and the scene remained very boisterous.

People were constantly congratulating Jiang Han, and some racers were seizing the opportunity to exchange experiences with him.

Wen Zhe did not squeeze his way in immediately. Instead, he went to the refreshment area to get some food. He had expended a lot of energy today, so at this moment, he only cared about eating.

Of course, he thought about going to Jiang Han to offer his congratulations and wanting to stick by his side, but he currently had no strength left and couldn’t be bothered to go.

Ye Baihuai was beside him drinking champagne. People frequently came over to strike up a conversation, but in this kind of setting, Ye Baihuai’s aura changed. He radiated an air of “strangers keep away,” once again becoming someone who inspired awe and fear.

Usually, those who came to strike up a conversation wouldn’t get past three sentences before being scared off by Ye Baihuai’s cold and intimidating presence.

At this moment, however, Ye Baihuai leaned over and said to Wen Zhe, “A real pity; nobody knows that I won, too.”

Wen Zhe: “…”

And nobody knows that you actually talk quite a lot.

He could see that winning this bet had made Ye Baihuai incredibly smug.

Wen Zhe ignored him and continued eating. After a while, Jiang Han walked toward them.

Ye Baihuai was the first to tilt his wine glass toward him. “Congratulations.”

Jiang Han smiled at him and then drained the champagne in his glass in one gulp. Seeing this, Ye Baihuai set down his glass. “There are a few friends waiting for me over there, I’ll head over for a bit.”

Wen Zhe watched his figure, thinking that only a fool would believe he was looking for “good friends.” He just wanted to see what Wen Zhe’s reaction would be when facing Jiang Han again.

There were few people around at this time, leaving a small space for Wen Zhe and Jiang Han to be alone. Wen Zhe looked at Jiang Han quietly, and under his gaze, a flash of unnaturalness actually appeared on Jiang Han’s face.

Unsure if it was just Wen Zhe’s imagination, a hint of a smile curled at the corners of Wen Zhe’s mouth. “Congratulations on taking first place.”

Jiang Han froze for a second. For some reason, he felt that Wen Zhe shouldn’t have this kind of reaction—this kind of polite courtesy… for a moment, it gave him an indescribable feeling.

“Why didn’t you come find me earlier?” Jiang Han asked. Upon entering the banquet, he had been surrounded by a group of people. Only after the crowd dispersed and he saw Wen Zhe did he sense something slightly off. Shouldn’t Wen Zhe have come to find him immediately? That was his personality.

“I saw a bunch of people around you, I couldn’t squeeze through,” Wen Zhe said calmly.

The strangeness in Jiang Han’s heart vanished. He nodded and then patted Wen Zhe’s shoulder. “I’ll send you back after the banquet ends.”

Wen Zhe was stunned, not knowing why Jiang Han would suddenly be so considerate. If it were in the past perhaps as recently as yesterday if Jiang Han had said this, he would definitely have been very happy. But at this moment, he didn’t know what he felt in his heart. Perhaps there was a bit of happiness, but having known Jiang Han’s attitude toward him for so long, he had moved from habit to numbness. He didn’t dare to think too much anymore. Today had further proven that wanting even a tiny place in Jiang Han’s heart was an extravagant hope.

He didn’t believe that Jiang Han really didn’t recognize that hand-string. It was something he had worn for a year. He had once muttered and told him about the special meaning of this string. Jiang Han might have forgotten what he said, but he couldn’t fail to understand the persistence of someone who, despite now being dressed in expensive clothes, still wore a cheap hand-string.

Actually, whether he understood or not no longer mattered. Countless times, Jiang Han had personally proven to him that he truly didn’t care about him at all—just like the hand-string, it was something that could be thrown away without hesitation.

Wen Zhe looked at the man in front of him, a faint smile appearing on his gentle face. “Okay, then I’ll wait for you to finish.”

Jiang Han didn’t notice Wen Zhe’s abnormality and turned to go drink with his friends. By the time the party broke up, Jiang Han was a bit drunk.

His body was swaying slightly, but his speech was quite clear. Wen Zhe supported him all the way until they got into the car.

Inside the car, Wen Zhe rolled down the window to disperse the smell of alcohol. Wen Zhe’s gaze occasionally drifted toward him; due to the intoxication, Jiang Han’s eyes were somewhat unfocused.

The driver started the car. The wind poured in through the window, blowing Wen Zhe’s hair. He looked at the scenery flying by outside.

It was very quiet in the car. In the past, Wen Zhe would definitely have tried desperately to find topics to avoid a cold silence, which usually only resulted in Jiang Han’s perfunctory responses and if he said too much, Jiang Han would find him annoying and tell him to shut up.

Suddenly, Jiang Han spoke. “Wen Zhe.”

In this quiet atmosphere, Jiang Han’s voice was magnetic and pleasant. Wen Zhe turned to look at him. “Yes?”

Jiang Han looked at him. After a long time, he finally said, “That hand-string… I lost it.”

Wen Zhe was stunned for a moment, not expecting Jiang Han to proactively come clean with the facts. He then reacted and said calmly, “It’s fine. It’s just a string of beads.”

Jiang Han unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He said, “It should have been left in the car, but when I went back to look for it, I couldn’t find it.”

Wen Zhe smiled. He glanced at Jiang Han’s wrist. How could it have been “left” there? It was clearly thrown into the car without mercy. How come the watch on his hand was never “lost”? Saying he went back to look for it was likely just out of guilt; after all, since the item was lost right after being given, he had to find a reasonable excuse to stall him. In short, he didn’t believe Jiang Han would go back to look for it.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t a valuable thing anyway,” Wen Zhe said. He could still manage to smile now; he was really starting to admire his own endurance.

Jiang Han parted his lips as if to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Wen Zhe calculated that he had been filming with the crew for a month and a half, and there was about half a month left until his scenes wrapped up. During this time with the crew, many things had happened, and it felt like time had passed quite quickly. In another month, the “White Moonlight” Su Cheng should be returning, and he would be completely rid of his plot.

These past two days, he had been constantly receiving things Jiang Han bought for him. He didn’t know if the person responsible for buying gifts had changed, as they were completely different from the things sent before.

On this day, just after he finished lunch, Jiang Han’s assistant arrived carrying two bags. “Mr. Wen, President Jiang asked me to deliver these.”

Wen Zhe accepted them and said to the assistant, “Thank you for your hard work.”

The assistant left after delivering the items. As Wen Zhe opened the bags, he sensed a strong gaze watching him. He didn’t need to guess to know who it was. These days, whenever there was something sent by Jiang Han, Jiang Ke’s gaze would be fixed straight on him, as if he were so jealous he was about to spit fire.

Wen Zhe ignored him and opened the bags one by one. It was a set of summer clothes, plus a suit and a brooch. The taste seemed quite good.

The assistant beside him couldn’t help but feel envious. “They’re all limited editions.”

Wen Zhe smiled and packed the clothes back up. Jiang Han had been quite generous recently, and the items didn’t look as perfunctory.

Could it be compensation for losing his hand-string? Had Jiang Han started to develop a conscience?

He took out his phone and sent a message to Jiang Han: “Thank you for the gifts.”

Far away in his office, Jiang Han looked at his phone screen, his fingertip tapping his lip. He always felt he could sense a hint of coldness through the screen. He scrolled up the page; Wen Zhe had almost stopped sending those caring words recently.

He replied to Wen Zhe: “As long as you like it.”

After waiting a while, Wen Zhe didn’t send another message.

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