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

The marriage cannot be cancelled for the time being, so let's just put it off like this for now.

Wen Qiuli lowered his eyes, not wanting Ji Weiheng to see the emotions in his eyes, and said:

"It's late, and you've been caught in the rain. Go back and rest early to avoid catching a cold."

"Don't worry, I won't change my marriage partner."

After hearing Wen Qiuli's "promise", Ji Weiheng felt much more relaxed.

He nodded obediently.

"Okay, I'll go home and I won't get sick."

Ji Weiheng looked back every few steps, and when he was sitting in the driver's seat, he thought of Wen Qiuli's last words and felt a little happy.

He only noticed what she said and ignored what she didn't say.

Ji Weiheng explained so many things about himself, but Wen Qiuli never made it clear whether he believed it or not.

She obviously cares so much about those things, but now she is just brushing them off. A sober person would surely notice something is wrong.

Unfortunately, he was blinded by Wen Qiuli's concern and didn't think about this detail at all.

Ji Weiheng was very happy after returning home.

Even after returning home and washing up, feeling a slightly hot forehead and dizzy head, it did not affect his mood.

After taking the medicine and lying on the bed, Ji Weiheng coughed twice. He felt that his physical condition was not very good. He opened his mobile phone and sent a message to Wen Qiuli with some secret expectations.

"Qiuli, I feel a little unwell. I might be able to infect others. I can't come to see you for a few days."

The contact information was the one he pestered Wen Qiuli to add before he came back.

Not long after, a message came from there:

"Ah."

Ji Weiheng read the word over and over again, but could not make out anything else, so he leaned back on the bed in disappointment.

Qiu Li clearly cared about me when I came back, but now she only replied with a short word, as if she didn't care at all even though they hadn't seen each other for a few days.

'No, no.'

Ji Weiheng directly rejected his own guess:

"I'm not feeling well right now, so it's best not to meet. It would be bad if I got infected. Qiu Li's response is normal. She has promised me to continue the marriage, and there won't be any other mistakes..."

He murmured a few words, not knowing whether he had convinced himself or was unwilling to delve into the reasons behind his indifferent attitude, and then he covered himself with the quilt and forced himself to sleep.

Once you recover from the illness, everything will be fine and return to normal.

Ji Weiheng has always been in good physical condition. Even if he had a serious cold, he would be almost recovered after sleeping for two days and sweating under the quilt.

He happily told Wen Qiuli about this, but for some reason the response he got was exactly the same as the one he gave when he was sick before.

"Ah."

Such an attitude was too cold and unusual. Ji Weiheng's heart skipped a beat and he could no longer think of excuses to convince himself.

He often asked Wen Qiuli out for fun under the pretext of meeting her to develop feelings.

After Ji Weiheng knew that the marriage partner was her, his attitude took a 180-degree turn.

In the past, we would try to avoid meeting each other even though our parents had to persuade us, but now we are chasing after them.

But he changed, and so did other people.

The person who refused to meet became Wen Qiuli.

"Sorry, I have to go clothes shopping with my mother today."

"I'm sorry, I don't have time today. I have guests visiting my home."

"Feel sorry……"

In the end, there was only one response left in Wen Qiuli's message.

"I'm about to graduate and I'm very busy. I don't have time."

She used the excuse of "busy graduating" for nearly half a month. Even when Ji Weiheng wanted to wait at her door, he didn't see anyone.

But at least Wen Qiuli was willing to give him an explanation, even if it was perfunctory, and Ji Weiheng, who felt guilty, did not dare to question it.

He could even comfort himself that he could slowly make amends and gain her forgiveness and love.

Until we met again after a long separation, everything was torn apart, and the beautiful illusion that we had created for ourselves was completely shattered.

The seventh day of the fifth lunar month, which is the twelfth day of the sixth lunar month in the Gregorian calendar, is the eightieth birthday of Ji Weiheng’s grandfather.

As Ji Weiheng's fiancée, Wen Qiuli was invited by Aunt Ji, so she had no choice but to attend the appointment.

When Ji Weiheng heard the news, he happily contacted her a few days ago.

"Qiuli, can I accompany you to choose a dress tomorrow?"

"No, my mother has prepared it for me."

The reply from the other end was still full of indifference.

Ji Weiheng's anxiety was growing.

If he hadn't thought about seeing him in a few days, he would have wanted to rush directly to Wen Qiuli and ask him the reason for his indifference during this period.

Now he can still calm down because there is still a chance to meet and talk everything out.

If he still couldn't figure it out by then, Ji Weiheng wasn't sure if he would go crazy.

This time Wen Qiuli did not lie, her mother did prepare a dress for her.

It was a fishtail long skirt with one shoulder, simple and gentle moon white color. When worn on Wen Qiuli, it complemented her appearance and temperament.

The only thing that was a little awkward was that she added a pair of long gloves.

The elbow-length gloves are the same color as the fishtail skirt. They look beautiful when viewed alone, but when paired with the one-shoulder fishtail skirt, they always feel a bit out of place.

The day of the banquet.

Before leaving, Mother Wen hesitated for a while and asked:

"Ali, these gloves are not very good, why don't you take them off and leave them at home?"

Wen Qiuli looked at the gloves that almost covered half of his forearm and shook his head:

"No, that's it."

Ji Weiheng and some receptionists stood at the door of the hotel, looking into the distance.

He held the phone tightly, feeling uneasy.

Wen Qiuli's attitude was too strange. No matter what, he had to find a chance to spend some time alone with her today.

About half an hour later, a familiar black car stopped at the door.

In the car, Wen Qiuli lifted a little bit of her skirt and got out.

The sharp-eyed Ji Weiheng discovered that the person coming was Wen Qiuli and immediately went to greet him.

"Qiu Li, come on, I'll take you to see grandpa."

He reached out to hold Wen Qiuli's hand, but before he got close, she reflexively moved away.

This almost instinctive reaction immediately reminded Ji Weiheng of the day when he was despised for being dirty in Imperial City.

Before he could open his mouth, Wen Qiuli put her arm around his arm again and whispered as if explaining her previous evasive action:

"Today's clothes are not suitable for holding hands. It's more convenient this way."

Ji Weiheng felt a little uncomfortable, but after all she had explained it, he didn't want to think too much about it, so he didn't question it out loud.

A lot of people came today, but Wen Qiuli didn’t need to meet many people.

Ji Weiheng only took her to say hello to her grandfather, and introduced herself to a few close relatives and friends, and then ended the social interaction.

There weren't too many things to do, so Wen Qiuli didn't feel tired when he sat down to rest.