Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wen Shuxin seemed to want to fight for it again. She cautiously probed: "Can I have an autograph before I leave?"

Li Jinhe rejected her request without hesitation: "It's not convenient for him now." His tone was firm, leaving no room for maneuver.

Just when Wen Shuxin was feeling disappointed, Wei Zhe'an's voice sounded gently: "I'm very sorry, due to the regulations during the program recording, we can't provide peripheral materials that don't meet the program requirements. However, when I go back, I can sign them and let Mr. Li bring them to you. Do you think this is okay?"

"Of course, thank you very much." Wen Shuxin said gratefully, and then she turned to Li Jinhe again, "Then I will go first, brother..."

Li Jinhe remained silent and looked at her coldly, while Wei Zhe'an waved goodbye to her: "Goodbye~" Wen Shuxin finally entered the elevator and disappeared from sight.

Li Jinhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense attitude began to relax. He looked down at Wei Zhe'an in his arms. Suddenly realizing that his hand movements were a little abrupt, he froze slightly, then pretended to move his hand upwards naturally, gently stroking his hair, and asked softly, "Why did you run out? Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I just came out to get milk tea~" Wei Zhe'an answered sweetly. He didn't ask who the girl was just now, and he keenly noticed that Li Jinhe didn't want to mention this topic.

"Well, thank you for coming to help me out. Please sit for a while. Do you want some snacks?" Li Jinhe handed him milk tea, then picked up the lunch box and helped him sit back on the sofa.

"Can I eat it?" Wei Zhe'an asked. He heard their conversation clearly and knew that this was a snack made by Li Jinhe's mother.

"Of course, her cooking skills are pretty good, you can try it." Li Jinhe didn't seem to want to mention her and just responded briefly.

The food box was opened, revealing the exquisite Chinese dim sum inside. Wei Zhe'an picked up a piece and handed it to Li Jinhe: "It looks delicious, brother, you try it."

Li Jinhe retreated a bit, seeming to be somewhat resistant to these snacks. Wei Zhe'an froze, and tried to smooth things over: "Brother, don't you like sweets..."

Li Jinhe was also a little stiff, and could only nod along with his words: "Well, you eat it."

He rubbed his thumb and index finger unconsciously, realizing that his current emotional state might be a little wrong, so he took a deep breath: "I may need some time to adjust."

After hearing this, Wei Zhe'an nodded gently to show his understanding. He sipped the snack in his hand. The white glutinous square cake exuded a faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which was sweet but not greasy and tasted very delicious.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Wei Zhe'an sipped his milk tea silently, and occasionally observed Li Jinhe beside him with his peripheral vision. Li Jinhe leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, rubbing his temple with his right hand, as if he was lost in thought.

Wei Zhe'an could sense his irritability and felt that Li Jinhe was very vulnerable. He didn't know how to help Li Jinhe and just wanted to hug him tightly and comfort him.

So, Wei Zhe'an gently placed the milk tea on the coffee table, adjusted his sitting position, and put his hand on Li Jinhe's leg. This move seemed to break the deadlock of silence, allowing Li Jinhe to focus his attention on him again. He raised his head and looked at Wei Zhe'an, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "What's wrong?"

Wei Zhe'an responded gently: "Brother, are you unhappy about something? Can you tell me? Speaking out may make you feel better."

Li Jinhe smiled lightly, trying to hide his emotions: "It's nothing serious, I just suddenly remembered some things from the past."

Wei Zhe'an insisted: "Brother, as long as it's about you, no matter what it is, I want to know. Maybe I can help you share some of the burden."

Li Jinhe lowered his head and was silent for a while, then said with a self-deprecating smile: "Actually, there is nothing that cannot be said, just some trivial past events."

His eyes drifted off into the distance again, and stopped at an art painting. It was an abstract cat portrait drawn with simple lines. He stared at the painting and spoke slowly, "I just remembered a stray cat that I used to feed when I was a kid."

Wei Zhe'an also followed his gaze to the painting, and then turned his gaze back to Li Jinhe's face. Li Jinhe seemed to be lost in his memories and had no intention of continuing the story.

"That cat...is there anything special about it?" Wei Zhe'an couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Li Jinhe said calmly: "It's just an ordinary tabby cat, nothing special."

He looked away and continued, "We weren't together for long, maybe less than a semester. Then it disappeared. I don't know if it left or met with some misfortune."

Although Li Jinhe's tone was calm, Wei Zhe'an could still hear some sadness in it. He tried to comfort her, "Maybe it was adopted by another kind person, so it didn't come back to find you."

Li Jinhe understood that Wei Zhe'an was comforting him, but he knew in his heart that the possibility was not great.

When he was a child, he lived in a wealthy area with strict property management, and the people around him knew each other. It was unlikely that the residents there would adopt stray cats. It was more likely that the cat was caught or driven out by the property, or even trapped because it tried to cross the fence. In short, he never saw the cat again after that.

However, he didn't want to go into the topic any further, so he nodded slightly and agreed: "Maybe, at least that's better than wandering."

He stood up and changed the subject in a slightly stiff tone: "I'll go change my clothes and we'll go back to the base."

Wei Zhe'an knew that Li Jinhe didn't want to have a deep conversation at the moment, so he didn't force him. He just nodded silently and planned to find an opportunity to ask Seventeen later to see if he knew anything.

Maybe Li Jinhe didn't trust him very much. This thought flashed through Wei Zhe'an's mind, making him feel sad. He didn't explore this idea, but just called Seventeen to ask about Li Jinhe.

Seventeen's voice sounded in Wei Zhe'an's mind. It sighed softly and replied, "I checked the background. Li Jinhe's childhood didn't seem to be easy. Maybe that's why he doesn't want to talk about it too much."

Wei Zhe'an was a little dissatisfied after hearing this: "What the hell is this? This is not in the original setting. How can you just arrange such a living environment for him?"

Seventeen explained, "This is actually quite normal, considering his current achievements and status. Think about it, a man who can start a company in his twenties, produce multiple popular shows, and gain a foothold in the entertainment industry must have had a childhood full of challenges and hardships. At least he had to receive an elite education, which means he must have strong financial support, so his family background must be very prominent. But as we all know, wealthy families are often accompanied by complicated relationships and disputes, so the probability of a happy childhood is naturally not high."