Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Memories related to Wen Qiuli flowed back in his mind bit by bit, and soon, Ji Weiheng thought of another way to contact Wen Qiuli.

He searched through the text messages and quickly locked onto Wen Qiuli's phone number based on the messages he had sent before.

That was the time when they didn't know each other's identities. Wen Qiuli went to Yudu to find him. He fell in love with her at first sight and asked Zhang Xu to send a message of breaking the appointment to the marriage partner.

Ji Weiheng had a complicated expression. He didn't expect that what he had been avoiding at first would now be something he couldn't get.

He shook his head, put aside his messy thoughts, typed in the number and dialed.

A cheerful ringtone sounded, and the call was connected. Wen Qiuli's gentle voice came from the other end:

"Hello?"

Ji Weiheng quickly explained:

"Qiu Li, it's me. I want to explain to you what happened today, and..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Before he could finish his words, the call was hung up.

Ji Weiheng was puzzled and called again, and heard a sweet female voice repeating the same words on the phone.

He had some speculations in his mind that he didn't want to see, but were very likely.

The speculation was not verified, but Ji Weiheng still held on to some slim hope and sent a text message to explain the situation through the previous message interface.

The message was not sent successfully.

Now, Ji Weiheng was completely sure that his phone number had also been blacklisted.

He was silent for a moment, and guessed the whole story of everything that had happened.

Wen Qiuli had not saved her own number before, so when a strange phone call came in, she thought it was someone else who would answer the call.

Later, when she heard it was his voice, she immediately hung up and blocked him.

All ways to contact Wen Qiuli were wiped out.

Thinking of the words "cancel the engagement" that his mother said, Ji Weiheng felt uneasy.

He must make things clear with her and cannot let things go on like this.

Ji Weiheng stood up, took the car keys and went out.

I don’t know when it got dark.

It was only five or six in the afternoon, but the sky was gloomy and thick dark clouds seemed to be pressing down.

An experienced person could tell at a glance that a storm was coming.

In weather like this, it is most comfortable to stay at home.

Ji Weiheng didn't care about the weather. He changed to a car that could shelter from the wind and rain and went out.

He was familiar with the route and soon arrived at Wen Qiuli's home.

The gate of the yard was closed. Through the space between the iron railings, Ji Weiheng saw the mother and daughter of the Wen family coming out to pick up the flowers they had planted themselves.

The first person to notice Ji Weiheng was Wen Qiuli.

She glanced at the person who was trying to call her name, turned her head away, ignored him, and went back to the villa carrying the ceramic pot with flowers.

When Wen's mother heard the voice, she turned around and saw someone outside the door.

She looked at the man outside the door and felt that he looked familiar. She returned to the main hall and asked her daughter:

"Ali, do you know the people outside?"

"It's Ji Weiheng, the youngest son of the Ji family."

Wen Qiuli replied nonchalantly while tending to the flowers in her hands.

"Youngest son? Isn't that your marriage partner? Why didn't you tell mom just now and let her wait for you outside?"

Mother Wen stood up and prepared to ask someone to open the door and let Ji Weiheng in.

"Mom, don't go."

Wen Qiuli stopped his mother and said, "Just leave him outside. When he gets tired and understands what I mean, he will naturally come back."

Mother Wen slowly sat back, moved her lips, and asked:

"Ali, do you have a conflict with him?"

"No, Mom, don't worry about it. I know what to do."

Wen Qiuli lowered his head, took out a pair of scissors, and patiently and carefully trimmed the potted flowers on the table.

Mother Wen didn't know what happened between the two of them, but no matter what, her heart was on her daughter's side, so she really didn't care about the people outside.

She sat next to Wen Qiuli, instructing her daughter to cut out a few beautiful flowers and put them in a vase as decoration.

With a bang, thunder sounded outside the house, followed by the sound of crackling rain.

Wen's mother's heart was beating fast with the sounds outside the house. She walked to the door and checked the surveillance camera.

Ji Weiheng was still standing at the door and didn't leave.

His expression was extremely firm, as if to say that he would never leave until Wen Qiuli arrived.

The rain was falling harder, hitting the ground like drumbeats, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

Every few minutes, lightning would suddenly appear before our eyes, and not long after, there would be a loud thunder.

There was a strong wind outside, which made the trees sway and the leaves whimpered depending on the wind direction. The sky was as dark as rice paper soaked in ink, and it was almost pitch dark.

Mother Wen stood outside the house, watching the lightning that sometimes suddenly brightened the sky, and sometimes she felt scared.

She looked at Ji Weiheng who was caught in the rain on the surveillance camera again, and finally couldn't help but persuade him:

"Ali, why don't you go out and take a look."

"Let him in. You can talk about what's going on slowly. Or you can let him go home. At least don't let him stand at the door all the time. What if something happens?"

The rose in the ceramic pot was cut in the middle and fell on the table, all alone.

The flower branches are neither long nor short, so it is definitely not suitable to put them in a vase for flower arrangement.

Wen Qiuli picked up the flowers and threw them into a glass. He put down the scissors and whispered to his mother:

"Okay, Mom, I got it. The weather is bad, you should go upstairs and rest. I can handle the things outside by myself."

After watching his mother return to the room, Wen Qiuli walked out of the door holding an umbrella.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a heavy sound, and the street lights outside the house seemed so weak and drifting in the wind and rain.

Wen Qiuli had a clear goal and walked straight towards the man at the door.

The door opened and Ji Weiheng looked up in surprise.

"Qiu Li, you are still willing to see me!"

Wen Qiuli did not respond to him, but threw the extra umbrella in his hand into his arms and said calmly:

"If you have anything to say, come inside and talk."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the villa.

Ji Weiheng opened the umbrella in his hand and followed Wen Qiuli closely, not leaving his side for a moment, like a puppy who was afraid of being abandoned by his owner.

When they arrived at the lobby on the first floor, Wen Qiuli did not stop and directly took the person to a guest room on the second floor.

The living room is too spacious and the aunt hired by the family also lives on the first floor, so it is not convenient to talk here.

She would not bring people to her room, so the guest room with good sound insulation became the best place for conversation.

"What are you here for?"

After closing the door of the guest room, Wen Qiuli directly asked him his purpose.

Ji Weiheng was originally happy that Wen Qiuli let him into the house, but when he heard her question, he pursed his lips and his voice became a little hoarse.

"I heard from my mother that you want to cancel the engagement?"

His eyes were earnest, and he was eagerly hoping that the other party would give a negative answer.

"Correct."

He did not get what he wanted.