The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 151: Forcing Her into a Blind Corner

The man's temperament changed suddenly, just like the weather outside the window, a howling cold wind suddenly blew.

Wen Qing stood up and closed the window, pulling the curtains tightly to block the bleak sky from her sight and protect the single light in the room.

"I've never thought about it that much." She smiled faintly, picked up the teapot, and filled the two cups. "Whether it's the Song family or the Gu family, it has nothing to do with me. You fight your battles, and I live mine."

She picked up a teacup and gently placed it next to his hand: "What a fragrant tea. Even if you don't drink it, smelling it will make you feel refreshed."

The top-grade jasmine silver needle brews a clear and bright tea soup, which is served in a white bone china cup and held in a pair of delicate and warm hands, just like a large melted emerald.

Song Jingshen took the tea, lowered his head and took a sip. His nose and tongue were immediately filled with the fragrance of tea, but his heart was missing the beautiful hands holding the tea, and his eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the woman opposite.

It is said that women are the most nostalgic and can never forget the first man who conquered her.

But she had never opened up to him, and even the little intimacy they had was maintained entirely by him.

He always thought that what she couldn't let go of was the fact that her aunt had been with Song Weiming, but now, he couldn't quite understand her.

"If your aunt had not had sex with my dad, would you be willing to follow me?" he asked.

"This assumption doesn't exist." Wen Qing glanced at him, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said, "Without her, I would never have known you."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm working on a project at F University, in the same department as you, so it's very likely that I know you through other channels."

She is so eye-catching and has good grades, it's hard not to recognize her.

However, if that happened, he would most likely not be her first man. Pretty girls are liked by everyone, and there are many talented men among the boys in F University. She is not a materialistic girl, so she is likely to find a decent boy from the civilian community and then start a relationship peacefully.

"If we met at school, I would treat you as my senior brother and Professor Gu's friend. I would admire and respect you very much." Wen Qing answered honestly.

"What about now? How do you feel about me?" Once such a question is asked, it means falling. Song Jingshen feels a little sad at this moment.

In relationships between men and women, he never had the habit or time to care about the other person's feelings. But now he expects the other person's answer.

Under his scorching gaze, Wen Qing was silent for two seconds and replied softly, "Scared."

Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, Song Jingshen frowned and looked at her: "Besides fear? You have no other feelings towards me?"

"I don't know how to describe it. I've never been in love, so I don't know what it feels like. But I heard from Lin Lele that being in love makes her anxious and worried."

"how about you?"

“I don’t understand that feeling.”

"Why? Qi Fan, Zhao Jin, so many boys like you, but you don't feel anything?"

Wen Qing shook her head: "I'm not interested in love. Maybe my needs are very low, still at the stage of survival. Above survival, there is a sense of security, belonging and love."

Song Jingshen: “…”

"So, I don't have any feelings for you. It's not your problem, it's my fault." Wen Qing said, "If you want to experience the feeling of being a couple, you can try to find someone else..."

"You're open-minded enough." Song Jingshen's brows were cold, and his tone was even colder, "Let me find someone else, aren't you afraid that I'll be unhappy?"

Wen Qing took a deep breath and said carefully: "I... am afraid that you will be unhappy. In fact, you don't have to consider my feelings at all. I will never leave you on my own initiative."

"Really? Are you that obedient?" Song Jingshen curled his lips and showed a hesitant smile, "You don't want anything, just follow me like this?"

"If it's not mine, even if I get it, I'll lose it, and it might even bring me trouble." Wen Qing looked indifferent, as if she was talking to herself, "I don't believe in pie in the sky. I don't have that kind of physique."

"What if I insist on giving it to you?" Song Jingshen leaned forward, creating a natural sense of oppression.

Wen Qing unconsciously tilted her head back to avoid his pressure, but her tone was somewhat ambiguous: "Then I will definitely accept it. In fact, you have given me a lot - a lot of experience, a lot of feelings. Some people say that experience is wealth. Look, I have received all the wealth you gave me, and I can't give it back to you even if you want to."

Song Jingshen reached out and pinched her jaw, and said bitterly: "When did you become so slick, huh?"

"I just... accept the current situation." Wen Qing's eyes flickered, as if covered with a layer of mist. "Instead of going against you, it's better to go with the flow. There will always be a day when I get used to it."

"When you get used to it, I'll dump you. Will you accept it?" He let go of her, walked around the table and moved closer to her.

"Yeah. I can't refuse everything you give me. Maybe this is my fate." She smiled faintly and was about to stand up, but he pushed her back to her original position.

He rested his hands on both sides of the seat, casting a shadow over her.

"I thought you had changed your character, but it turns out you just believed in fate." The man smiled, but there was no trace of trust in his eyes. "You say you're submissive, but in your heart you're hoping that I'll dump you."

"The novelty will always wear off, and there will always be new women." Wen Qing looked up and responded to his doubts, "When you enter the next stage of life, we will naturally go our separate ways. I'm not looking forward to that day because it will come sooner or later."

"Are you so sure that we have nothing to say?" Song Jingshen felt uncomfortable, and his tone was almost vicious, "Even if I get married, it won't prevent me from supporting you privately."

Wen Qing's shoulders trembled slightly, and she forced herself to remain calm: "That's up to you."

The words sounded nice, but there was a sense of frustration in his tone, which Song Jingshen noticed.

"That's good." He stared at her and said, "Stay by my side for the next few days. Meet people when you need to, and stop hiding. Can you do that?"

Since everything was up to him, why should he consider her situation? At this moment, Song Jingshen completely indulged himself, exposing his inner darkness and bloodthirstiness.

However, when he saw tears in Wen Qing's eyes, regret instantly filled his heart and gathered into guilt, which surged and almost burst his chest.

Damn conscience, always pops up at critical moments, adding to the trouble!

He suppressed the discomfort in his chest, his eyes widened, and bloodshot eyes: "Can you do it?"

"...Yes." Wen Qing lowered her head, her nose flushed, her chest trembling slightly due to sobbing, "Why do you have to do this? This is not good for you."

"I have a good reputation and I don't need you as a straw to support me." He lifted her chin and saw her tears streaming down her cheeks, and his heart tightened again.

She never cried facing him, but always lowered her head and cried away from him.

"Be prepared. It won't be easy for a woman who has been with me to find someone else in the future." He forced her into a blind spot and wanted to pry open her heart to peek into the twists and turns there.

"I know." Wen Qing wiped away her tears and said softly, "I won't drag down innocent people either."

"Before you met me, had you never thought about falling in love and getting married?" Even he was surprised that he suddenly cared about this.

But Wen Qing didn't want to figure out his thoughts at the moment. She just wanted to show her sincerity and cooperate with him as much as possible: "I have thought about it. After I finish college and have a decent job, I will find a suitable man, buy a house and a car, get married and have children, and live a quiet life."

"What kind of man is suitable?"

"The income and social class are similar to mine, with a better temper and no bad habits. It would be best if I have a similar educational background so that I can have something to talk about." Her tone was flat, as if she was answering a question.

The more Song Jingshen listened, the angrier he became. Everything she said was far away from him, and seemed to be directed at Zhao Jin instead.

He thought that he was not a petty person, and besides, she was already his woman. No one could surpass him in terms of intimacy, but he felt blocked in his heart.

"That's it?" He said unkindly.

"Yeah." Wen Qing was a little surprised by his displeasure. "Since middle school, I've known that it's best to marry someone of equal status. Don't marry someone too high, and don't marry someone too low either. Don't you think so?"

She acted as if she was ready to communicate and discuss something, without any regrets or sadness.

This kind of her made Song Jingshen even more unhappy!

At this moment, he finally realized that she really had no intention of having a future with him.