PFC Chapter 94 Miss Yan, you are my first love. Even when we were playing house, you were my only wife.
Chapter 94 Miss Yan, you are my first love. Even when we were playing house, you were my only wife.
Flames shot into the sky, distorting the surrounding air. Pei Weijin was almost completely enveloped in thick smoke. As soon as he stepped into the house, his eyes were stinging and itchy from the smoke.
He shouted loudly, "Yan Zhuoyu!"
The sound echoed through the swirling smoke.
After calling for an unknown amount of time, Pei Weijin suddenly heard a faint response.
"That brat from the Jiang family..."
The man whispered again, "Jiang Yu, that idiot..."
It even carried a hint of laughter, but it seemed to be coming from outside, not inside the house.
Pei Weijin followed the sound and walked to a slope behind the wooden house, where the sound became clearer.
The slope led to a wooden cellar door, which he flung open, instantly releasing a blast of dust and musty smell.
Pei Weijin bent down and stepped into the cellar. By the faint light of the firelight coming in from outside, he could barely make out what was inside.
The ground was covered with wine barrels and vegetable baskets.
He called out again, "Yan Zhuoyu! Are you in here? Did you call me just now?"
With a thud, Pei Weijin's calf was hit by a cork.
"Yan Zhuoyu?"
Yan Zhuoyu huddled in the corner, using two wine barrels as cover, and was squinting at him with a smile.
"Oh, that Jiang kid is here to save me again?"
Although she was smiling and speaking softly, she couldn't hide her fatigue, coughing twice after saying only half a sentence.
When Pei Weijin saw her covered in wounds, his eyes stung, and he felt an indescribable pity and guilt.
"This time, you saved yourself."
"How are you feeling? Did they hit you? I'm sorry, I wish I had come sooner."
Yan Zhuoyu was extremely optimistic: "If you had come earlier, I wouldn't have had the chance to discover my top-notch talent for escape."
As soon as she moved, the abrasions on her back started to hurt again.
"hiss--"
Pei Weijin quickly calmed her down: "You're injured, don't move, I'll get the medical team over to treat your wounds right away."
"Wait a minute."
Yan Zhuoyu hooked her hand around his sleeve: "I am well aware of my condition. Apart from smoking a little and having some minor abrasions, I have no fatal injuries."
"So, Pei Weijin, please answer a few questions for me first."
Pei Weijin rubbed his eyes and wiped her grime-covered fingers on his own body: "Stop messing around, your head is covered in blood, it's not as easy as you make it sound."
He first sent a message on his phone, then got up to call for help.
Yan Zhuoyu was a little exhausted. She took a breath and asked with all her might, "Pei Weijin, before you were taken back to the Pei family, was your name Jiang Yu?"
Pei Weijin returned quickly, sat down next to her, and answered simply, "Yes."
"Then let me see it."
Pei Weijin: "..."
"Medical personnel are coming soon. There are still many people outside. This isn't a good situation."
"I said let me see your wrist! Pei Weijin, what are you thinking!"
Yan Zhuoyu felt that after a few more conversations with him, she would be fully recharged.
Pei Weijin stretched out both of his wrists in front of her: "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhuoyu's eyes widened as she searched carefully: "Where's the watch I bought you? And where's the scar from the dog bite you had before?"
"The watch is kept by Fu Zhuchen. As for the scar, it was just a two-month-old puppy at the time, and the village doctor said the skin wasn't even broken, so it didn't need a vaccine."
Pei Weijin suddenly laughed, grabbed Yan Zhuoyu's hand, and emphasized, "However, the unreasonable Miss Yan insisted on dragging me to town to get a rabies vaccine so that I could experience how painful it is, otherwise someone would feel unbalanced."
Yan Zhuoyu hadn't really thought of that part. She coughed again guiltily, pulled away from Pei Weijin's hand, and placed it on her chest: "Oh, husband, I suddenly feel a lot of pain in my chest. Am I going to die?"
“I suddenly remembered that the abrasion on my leg that day was also licked by Bujin. To make up for the persecution I caused you when we were kids, how about I go get another rabies shot?”
Pei Weijin gently held her hand, his eyes full of smiles: "Not only did it die of old age and not carry the rabies virus, but I also stayed up all night to pray for you. So, Miss Yan, you will also live a long and healthy life."
Yan Zhuoyu felt a little hot, but fortunately the black ash on her face covered it up.
Like a walking encyclopedia of questions, she blurted out all the doubts she'd been holding back for so long: "What does your WeChat name '.W1.25' mean? Is it an abbreviation of your ex-girlfriend's name plus her birthday?"
Pei Weijin was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Since you still remember that I am Jiang Yu, you should be able to guess. W represents the combination of the first letter Y of our two names, and 1.25 is the day we first and last met as Jiang Yu and Yan Zhuoyu."
After he finished speaking, he felt a sense of desolation and loneliness, as if he were not understood by others.
“And also,” he looked at her earnestly, “Miss Yan, you are my first love. I have no exes. Even when we were kids playing house, you were my only wife.”
Yan Zhuoyu: "..."
She was touched, yet also somewhat unable to feel moved. Why was Pei Weijin so sure she would guess such an absurd yet reasonable meaning?
A series of hurried footsteps and conversations came from outside the cellar.
Amidst the noise, Yan Zhuoyu stretched out both hands to Pei Weijin again: "Honey, shouldn't you do what they do in TV dramas, carry me out in a princess carry, and then make a grand entrance in front of everyone, playing the hero who saves the damsel in distress?"
Pei Weijin stared at the faint dark red bloodstains on her hairline, his eyes reddening again. Embarrassed to let Yan Zhuoyu see, he turned his head and rubbed his eyes, pretending to be uncomfortable from the smoke.
“I would like to, but you need to be assessed by professional medical staff before being put on a stretcher. It would be more appropriate to pick you up rashly, as this could easily lead to problems.”
Yan Zhuoyu was speechless. The footsteps grew closer, and she muttered, "Are you allergic to romance?"
Pei Weijin replied with a smile, "I'm just allergic to anything that could endanger your personal safety."
"OK then."
Yan Zhuoyu sighed. She had finally seen a living person, and it was her husband. She didn't want to keep her mouth shut at all: "Then lower your head, I want to say something to you."
"Do we really have to say it now?" Pei Weijin asked, somewhat hesitantly.
He felt that Yan Zhuoyu might want to say the three words he had been waiting for, but he was currently covered in dirt and looked rather unprofessional.
Yan Zhuoyu urged, "Yes, now, hurry up."
She didn't understand why Pei Weijin suddenly blushed.
Pei Weijin bowed as instructed: "Okay."
With a creak, the private medical team that entered first was caught off guard and witnessed this scene.
Yan Zhuoyu bit Pei Weijin's earlobe, saying with exasperation, "Are you an underground agent? Who taught you to come up with such a bizarre and abstract WeChat name? You're disappointed that I can't guess it? Disappointed my foot!"
The medical director deliberately increased the pace of his steps and coughed twice to remind the two of them.
"Hey, where's that wounded soldier? I can't see you guys! Hurry, hurry, don't miss the best time for treatment!"
Pei Weijin straightened up, clutching his bitten ear, raised his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not a secret agent."
He whispered to Yan Zhuoyu, in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Miss Yan, as you can see, I am just an ordinary suitor who has been secretly in love with you for more than ten years. My only special skill is being loyal. When I was a child, I liked being bitten by dogs, and now I like being bitten by you."