Chapter 108: Too Far Away from Someone (First Update)

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As soon as Gu Nianjun finished asking, Yin Lize’s voice followed promptly, “No objections, no objections.”

“What about the others?” Gu Nianjun slowly withdrew his gaze from Yin Lize, scanning the room before finally settling on Jiang Muwen.

Jiang Muwen was still somewhat afraid of Gu Nianjun. After a brief exchange of glances, she awkwardly averted her eyes.

Wen Yichen glanced at Jiang Muwen beside him, about to say something, but Bai Xu beat him to it.

“Sure, sure,” Bai Xu responded.

“Then you all go upstairs first.” Gu Nianjun said this and turned away, busily attending to his own matters.

One by one, the friends ascended to the second floor. After Jiang Muwen turned, Wen Yichen also turned and followed her. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today; it was as if he was afraid of losing sight of Jiang Muwen, trailing just behind her wherever she went, following her from room to room.

Finally, Jiang Muwen and Gu Nianxi stopped in front of a room. Before Wen Yichen could settle, Gu Nianxi’s voice leisurely drifted into his ear: “Wen Yichen, this is your room.”

Only then did Wen Yichen realize that he was sharing a room with Bai Xu, who, after going upstairs, had already slipped off to another room.

Before Wen Yichen could respond, Bai Xu’s voice came from the other side. The young man poked his head out of the room, wearing a mysterious smile. “Brother Chen, I’m here.”

As he spoke, Bai Xu waved flamboyantly, as if he were some kind of unprofessional attendant beckoning customers.

“I think this room is pretty good.” Wen Yichen stopped at the door next to Jiang Muwen and Gu Nianxi’s room.

“What’s wrong with my room?” Bai Xu retorted without hesitation. When their eyes met, he felt a sudden chill. He glanced sideways and saw Jiang Muwen nearby, then wisely smiled and switched to a self-questioning tone: “Eh, what’s wrong with my room? Nothing at all.”

He spoke as he returned to his room, slinging his backpack back on, a pleasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He strode over to Wen Yichen, muttering quietly, “The biggest flaw of my room is that it’s too far from someone special. You can’t see.”

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Bai Xu deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his eyes carrying a meaning-laden smile as he glanced toward Jiang Muwen.

Before Bai Xu could finish, Wen Yichen grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him inside. “Come on, get in.”

Once everyone had tidied up, Gu Nianjun led the group to a nearby seafood restaurant. The serving pace was not fast, but each dish that arrived was mouthwateringly enticing. Only Jiang Muwen sat quietly by her seat, staring at the table full of undercooked seafood, unsure where to begin.

Wen Yichen sat beside her, sensing her hesitation and naturally guessing the reason. “Still can’t get used to it?”

His low voice drifted softly into Jiang Muwen’s ear, causing her to tremble. Her thoughts involuntarily returned to childhood, when Wen Yichen’s mother had taken them to eat seafood. Jiang Muwen had barely put a piece in her mouth before she spat it out. Since then, she rarely touched seafood.

“Want me to peel a shrimp for you? The taste of shrimp isn’t fishy.” Wen Yichen knew she couldn’t stand the fishy smell. When Gu Nianjun suggested seafood earlier, he had wanted to refuse, but Yin Lize and Bai Xu nodded enthusiastically, so he didn’t dare say more.

He asked gently, making it hard for Jiang Muwen to refuse. She softly agreed, watching as Wen Yichen picked a shrimp and patiently peeled it. After dipping it in sauce, he gently placed it in her bowl.

“How did you know I don’t like seafood?” Jiang Muwen looked at the neatly peeled shrimp in her bowl, warmth rising in her heart.

“Who was it that used to throw up whenever they ate seafood as a child?” Wen Yichen’s husky voice carried a faint teasing tone.

After speaking, Jiang Muwen’s ears flushed involuntarily, memories of the past resurfacing. Wen Yichen had remembered all along.

That dinner, Jiang Muwen barely ate anything. Back at the villa, after a shower, she collapsed onto the large bed like a puddle, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing her empty stomach.

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, her hunger seemed to deepen. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she picked up her phone, which she had tossed aside, opened Weibo, tapped a few times, and hit send.

“A childhood friend actually remembers I don’t like seafood, peeled shrimp for me all evening, and told me shrimp isn’t fishy. Though I still tasted a bit of fishiness, haha. In the end, I didn’t finish the shrimp my childhood friend peeled for me—kind of a waste.”

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No sooner had she sent the post than her phone vibrated twice—Weibo notifications.

Jiang Muwen tapped the red dot at the bottom of the app and entered the messages. To her surprise, she had received several likes and, following those, a few new followers.

She had only posted two Weibo posts and never imagined anyone would follow the account named “A Childhood Friend.”

Not long after, the phone vibrated again—there was a comment.

Her heart skipped a beat. She opened it excitedly, guessing from the username that it was a spontaneous comment: “Wasting a childhood friend’s heartfelt intentions xddd.”

Just as Jiang Muwen was about to reply, Gu Nianxi pushed open the bathroom door, slowly walking over while drying his damp hair.

“Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, look, I got a spontaneous comment!” Jiang Muwen held her phone up to him immediately.

Gu Nianxi glanced at the screen, his eyes flashing as if he suddenly remembered something. “Oh right, I haven’t followed your Weibo yet.”

He strolled over to the bed, drying his hair with one hand and holding the phone in the other, his thumb sliding across the screen.

A soft “grumble” of a stomach broke the quiet air. Gu Nianxi looked up toward Jiang Muwen on the bed. Coincidentally, she also looked up at him, offering a wry smile. “I’m hungry.”