My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 213: Jin Cangcang and Verdant Green Extra 7

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Jin Cangcang and Verdant Green Extra 7

"I’m tired, no more playing, you guys continue."

Jin Can got off the bed, put on her slippers, and returned to her own room.

Wang Xinyu dragged Song Yi on the ground floor, dilly-dallying for a while before going upstairs, only to find that his sister was not there.

"Where’s my sister?"

"She’s tired, went back to her room to sleep."

Song Yi had not had her fill of fun and felt a bit disappointed: "That’s so deflating."

"Alright, it’s getting late, you should head back too, and close the door on your way out, thanks."

Wang Xinyu pushed Song Yi out the door and shut her outside directly.

Afterward, he heard some noise at the front door downstairs; the girl must have gone home.

"Brother Yan, what’s going on with you? I’m helping you out here, you had such a good chance for some alone time, and you just missed it?"

"I don’t know what to say."

Wang Xinyu: "Make your feelings clear."

"What I feel, your sister knows all about."

Wang Xinyu: "..."

Beside him, Wang Xinyu stayed up late, playing games on his phone, the sound blaring out, yawning one after another.

Fu Yan lay on Wang Xinyu’s bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

In his mind, over and over, flashed the image of Jin Can’s discomfort.

He repeated her name silently in his heart, Jin Can, Cancan.

Cancan, her nickname sounds rather nice.

He waited until midnight; Fu Yan still had no sleepiness and got out of bed to the balcony for a smoke.

The balconies of the two rooms were connected. When Fu Yan went onto the balcony, he saw Jin Can wearing a coat, looking out.

In the winter night, late at night, there was no beautiful view, just bursts of cold wind blowing.

She was still wearing her pale water-pink cotton nightgown, wrapped in a coat, leaning on the balcony sill, not knowing if she was cold or what she was looking at.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?"

Jin Can turned her head and glanced at him: "Can’t sleep."

"What are you thinking about?"

Jin Can paused and then realized she was at a disadvantage.

"Nothing."

"I can’t sleep either."

Jin Can pursed her lips, not speaking.

Fu Yan looked up at her: "Why don’t you ask me why?"

"I don’t want to..."

"Because of you."

Fu Yan didn’t give her the chance to reject, speaking directly, with a faint smile.

Heartwaves began undulating slowly within Jin Can.

It was a very strange, very special feeling.

Once it started, it was hard to suppress.

Jin Can clutched her coat tighter, lowering her face a bit more, afraid of revealing anything unusual.

He finished smoking a cigarette, uttered "goodnight" and went back to his room.

Jin Can looked up, a bit puzzled. He was so near yet so far; it felt like in the next second he would break into her heart, yet he suddenly stopped.

She started to feel uneasy, a ticklish feeling in her heart.

Watching his retreating figure entering his room, Jin Can nodded gently, whispering, "Goodnight."

That night, Fu Yan had a good sleep, but Jin Can was sleepless.

She thought of the phone call she made to Fu Yan several years ago when she was at wit’s end.

She didn’t have many friends in Jiazhou City, no trustworthy people, and in her phone contacts, besides her uncle and aunt, were her indifferent parents.

When she called Fu Yan, she didn’t expect him to come, but he did.

Back then, he was not serious, offbeat, not at all the type she liked.

She needed a mature and stable man due to her lack of security.

Fu Yan’s character at that time was indeed frightening to her; she was afraid that his love today would turn to boredom tomorrow.

Jin Can lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time, until the moonlight faded, then she finally fell asleep.

When they met in the bathroom the next morning, each holding a toothbrush and standing side by side in front of the mirror, everything felt awkward.

They nodded to each other, a greeting.

Fu Yan’s gaze through the mirror fell on Jin Can, who, aware of the look, kept her head down, hurried through her ablutions, and went downstairs.

After that, they peacefully spent a few days, but their relationship suddenly became intricate, ambiguous.

Du Chengjun came over again, chatting with Jin Can about various things; probably as a psychologist, Du Chengjun was quite curious about her relationship with Fu Yan. Before, Jin Can would say "It’s nothing to do with him", but this time, she suddenly fell silent.

Du Chengjun smiled without a word, an understanding clear in his mind.

After several encounters, Jin Can rarely opened up, asking him about his girlfriend.

That day, there wasn’t a breeze, the winter sunlight was warm, and it felt comfortably warm shining on the body.

Du Chengjun slowed his steps, thinking of his girlfriend’s slight smile as she asked, "Do you know about the earthquake in A City four years ago?"

Jin Can nodded.

"My girlfriend was a victim of the earthquake. She was trapped under the rubble; when they pulled her out, her right leg had necrosed, so... she is a person with disabilities, and my parents don’t agree."

Jin Can was not good at comforting others, pondering for a long time on what to say just as Du Chengjun suddenly smiled, not showing any signs of being upset, "But she is a strong girl. She said, what does it matter if she doesn’t have one leg? She will still dance gracefully on the stage."

A sour feeling welled up in Jin Can’s heart, thinking that for a dancer, losing a leg must be a fatal blow.

That day, she chatted with Du Chengjun without realizing how much time had passed, listening to him talk about his girlfriend made Jin Can seem to understand a lot of things.

In the evening, when she returned home, she found Fu Yan sitting at the doorway, smoking cigarette after cigarette, with a layer of ash on the ground.

Jin Can hesitated but walked over, and Fu Yan reached out to grab her hand.

Jin Can looked down at her hand which he held tightly, offering no resistance.

"Why is your hand so hot?"

"It’s nothing."

His fingertips gently caressed the back of her hand, his hand was hot, inch by inch burning her skin.

"Do you have a fever?"

"Probably." He seemed indifferent.

Jin Can didn’t say anything further.

He suddenly let go of her hand, "Go inside, it’s getting late, you should sleep early."

Jin Can looked at him, his silhouette seeming as lonely as a loser in the fading light, and she suddenly felt a strange pang in her heart.

As night deepened, she returned to her room and checked her phone, glancing over the calendar by chance, only to realize that the holiday was almost over.

They were soon to resume their normal lives, working nine to five, which also meant that this fleeting encounter might never happen again.

While Jin Can was still in a daze, Wang Xinyu came knocking on her door, "Sister, Brother Yan has a fever. Do you have any fever-reducing medicine?"

There wasn’t a twenty-four-hour pharmacy in the small town, and the clinic had long since closed for the night. The hospital was several kilometers away. Jin Can searched through her belongings and handed a box of fever-reducing pills to Wang Xinyu.

Wang Xinyu hesitated to take it, saying with uncertainty, "Sister, I think it would be better if you delivered it."

Jin Can frowned, "Are you delivering it or not?"

Wang Xinyu wasn’t intimidated, insisting stubbornly, "Brother Yan has been pursuing you, it’s clear to anyone who sees. If you like him, go have a proper talk, and if not, be clear about it this time, and let that be the end of it."

Jin Can hesitated, then took the medicine and left the house.

At the doorstep, she began to hesitate again, until she saw him carrying his luggage and preparing to load the car. He walked to the doorway and saw her.

Jin Can stared at the luggage in his hand, forgetting the reason she came.

Fu Yan spoke first, "I’m preparing to go back tomorrow. There’s work to do."

Jin Can nodded, handing over the medicine, "You have a fever. Take the medicine tonight and then drive back tomorrow."

"Thanks."

Jin Can withdrew her hand, nodding, "I’m heading back."

Fu Yan looked up, watching her figure disappear into the night, vanishing around the corner, feeling as if he had failed.

But still, he wanted to try.

Over this past half-month, his feelings for her had been made clear both explicitly and implicitly.

Whether willing or not, he still wanted to hear the answer.

Jin Can couldn’t sleep that night, listening to music with headphones, then her phone vibrated slightly, and she received a message from an unknown number with just three words: Come with me?

Her heart skipped a beat as Jin Can stared at those three words for a long time without replying.

Fu Yan waited a long time for a response and thought perhaps he had been rejected.

A wave of disappointment engulfed him, a heavy feeling he had never experienced before.

In his youth, he had approached everything with a casual and playful attitude and had never felt disappointment.

After turning twenty-five, he suddenly grew tired of his carefree life, listened to Fu Mingchuan’s advice, and went to work in the family company.

His older brother devoted himself to serving the people, holding high ideals that Fu Yan did not possess.

His younger sister wasn’t interested in managing the company. She became a teacher, planning to go to the countryside to teach once Little Ball was a little older.

Thus, Fu Mingchuan intended to hand the company over to him. Only after getting involved with the company did he realize that some things required a serious attitude.

He felt the same about Jin Can.

But... perhaps this was for the best.

Everything had an outcome—it’s just that the result might not meet expectations.

Early in the morning, he packed up, unplugged the power to the old house, locked the door, and was ready to get in the car.

When he looked up, he saw Jin Can standing in front of the car, with her luggage.

It was rare for her to smile at him like she did that day, so beautiful.

"I, I’ve always lacked a sense of security since I was little. Can I rely on you?"

Fu Yan suddenly smiled, restraining the flutter in his heart, took wide strides towards her, and held her tightly.

You can rely on me.

You can always rely on me.