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The first time Wen He met Qin Yan, she mistook him for a pervert and gave him a good beating.
Here’s how it happened.
With Qin Mu coming to Yan Chuan University to study, Qin Yan had also settled down in the branch office of Yan Chuan, making it his home.
Once in college, Qin Mu naturally lived on campus, only occasionally returning to Qin Yan's apartment on weekends.
On Friday evening, Qin Yan finished work and went to Yan University to pick up Qin Mu. He arrived early, and since Qin Mu had just finished class and needed to drop off his things at the dorm, he parked his car at the corner of Student Street near the university and waited.
The early autumn sky darkened quickly; even though it was just past five o'clock, the sky was already tinged with a smoky gray hue, with only a faint glimmer of twilight remaining at the edges.
After waiting in the car for a while, Qin Yan felt a craving for a cigarette. To avoid stinking up the car, he took out his phone, opened the door, and stepped out to light one.
In the dim night, his clear eyes were shrouded in a light mist of smoke, appearing cold and distant. Suddenly, he heard some rustling sounds not far away. Squinting through the smoke, he saw three men of varying builds dragging a petite girl toward an alley ahead.
From a distance, Qin Yan could only see the girl helplessly opening her mouth but surprisingly not making any sound. Her hands were bound as she desperately tried to break free.
As they half-dragged and half-pulled her along, the figures of the girl and the three men disappeared into the alley. After taking one last drag from his cigarette and extinguishing it with his teeth clenched, Qin Yan strode toward the alley.
The streetlight was likely broken; the last remnants of twilight had nearly vanished, and darkness enveloped the narrow alley, making it hard to see which way to go.
As Qin Yan walked forward in the dark for a few steps, he vaguely heard several filthy male voices coming from ahead. Steeling himself, he took a closer look and saw that the leading man was forcefully tugging at the girl's collar with obvious intentions.
Understanding the situation, Qin Yan rushed forward without thinking and kicked that man. Having practiced judo since childhood, he was strong and powerful. He put almost all his strength into that kick. The two men who had been standing by watching hadn’t even reacted before they saw their companion fly two or three meters away, crashing to the ground with a painful cry.
They probably didn’t expect someone to suddenly charge at them. After being stunned for a moment, even the man who had been knocked down didn’t have time to get up before one of them angrily lunged at Qin Yan.
The latter remained unfazed, raising a hand to block and quickly countering with a kick to his abdomen. Using a clever twist of his foot, he tripped the man, sending him crashing to the ground.
Another person, seeing that Qin Yan had some skills, felt a bit flustered but couldn't back down. He charged forward, intending to throw a few punches. Qin Yan calmly grasped his thin fist with one hand, hooked his foot, and with a pull from his shoulder, the man felt the world spin before being thrown onto his back by Qin Yan's shoulder throw.
The three men were left defeated. Glancing at Qin Yan's tall figure, they realized they couldn't withstand him and hurriedly got up to flee.
Watching their retreating figures, Qin Yan had no interest in pursuing them further. He turned his head down to see the girl who was hugging her knees, still shaken from the fright and gasping for breath.
Qin Yan squatted down in front of her, resting one hand on his knee, and softly asked, "Are you hurt?"
Wen Nian looked up at him and shook her head, swallowing hard.
Seeing her tear-streaked face made Qin Yan feel a pang of sympathy. He furrowed his brow and asked again, "Can you stand up?"
Wen Nian paused for a moment, sniffing as she nodded vigorously. She placed her palm on the ground to try to get up but unexpectedly wobbled and nearly fell due to weakness in her legs.
Fortunately, Qin Yan was quick to react and stood up to support her. "Take it slow."
Wen Nian nodded in gratitude.
Qin Yan glanced at the quiet girl and opened his mouth to say something more when suddenly he felt something hit his head. The next second, a sharp female voice echoed through the narrow alley—
"Pervert! Pervert! You messed with my sister! Pervert!"
Instinctively, Qin Yan raised his hand to block. The woman charged at him fiercely, swinging her snake-skin bag at him with all her might. He found no opportunity to explain himself.
Wen Nian watched the sudden turn of events and regretted not being able to speak up. She hurriedly stepped forward, tugging at Wen He’s clothes with all her strength while shaking her head and trying to make muffled sounds.
"Stop it!"
After being hit by her incessantly for a while, Qin Yan could no longer endure it and finally shouted in a deep voice, startling Wen He so much that she froze with her hand holding the bag suspended in mid-air.
Qin Yan rubbed his shoulder blade, which had been hurt from the blows, and glared at the long-haired woman in front of him. "Are you sick?"
Wen Nian quickly stepped forward to press down on Wen He's hand holding the bag, silently shaking her head. She swiftly signed a series of gestures: Sister, he didn't bully me; he saved me.
After Wen He finished watching Wen Nian's signs, she was momentarily stunned, awkwardly tugging at her lips in disbelief as she glanced at Qin Yan and asked Wen Nian, "...No... it can't be."
Wen Nian nodded: It is indeed true.
Wen He's expression stiffened.
This was... awkward.
"Um... that..." Wen He sheepishly put away her snake-skin bag and glanced at the man's gloomy face under the faint neon light from the advertisement outside. "Sir... I'm really sorry... I didn't know you saved my sister."
Qin Yan coldly shot a glance at her. "Don't you have a mouth? Can't you ask?"
Wen He looked innocent. "I saw you pulling my sister from a distance, and I thought you..." She felt embarrassed to continue and simply pouted, choosing not to say more.
Seeing the sudden tension between the two, Wen Nian hurriedly took out her phone and typed a message to show Qin Yan.
Qin Yan frowned slightly as he glanced at the phone screen before him—
[Brother, I'm sorry. My sister hit you because she was worried I was in trouble. I can't speak; she's worried I was bullied and taken advantage of. I'm really sorry.]
After a long silence, Qin Yan finally understood why she hadn't called for help earlier. He waved his hand, his previously grim expression softening somewhat. "Forget it, I'm fine. You can go now."
"Are you... really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital or get some medicine?" Wen He still felt somewhat guilty; after all, her snake-skin bag had quite a few studs embedded in it.
Qin Yan lightly glanced at her, turned sideways, and walked towards the alley without looking back. "No need."
Wen He watched the tall and upright figure walk away, muttering to herself, "If there's no need, then fine. What's with the attitude..."
Later, the two met again at Su Wan's wedding.
Wen He had just exited the bride's lounge and was about to head to the restroom when she unexpectedly bumped into someone.
The person was a tall and sturdy man. Though he didn't push hard, it still hurt her shoulder blade. Wen He instinctively raised her hand to rub the spot where she had been hit, preparing to apologize when she heard a clear male voice above her.
"I'm sorry."
Wen He found the voice somewhat familiar and was about to say "It's okay," but as she looked up and recognized the person, her words changed to, "It's you?"
Qin Yan turned his head and saw the woman whose height reached his shoulder. He was momentarily taken aback. "You..."
Wen He awkwardly smiled and said, "About what happened last time... I'm sorry..."
Qin Yan remained expressionless. "It's fine. I bumped into you too; it cancels out."
"..." Wen He felt a bit dazed. "Is that how it works?"
Qin Yan nodded and was about to leave when suddenly a familiar voice called from behind.
"Wen Nian sister?"
Wen He and Qin Yan turned their heads in unison to see Qin Mu bouncing towards them from around the corner, smiling brightly at Wen He. "Wen Nian sister, what are you doing here? Did Wen Nian come too?"
Wen He smiled and said, "I'm here for the wedding; Wen Nian is at home."
Qin Yan glanced at Qin Mu and asked, "Do you know her?"
The latter nodded, "She's my friend's sister."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow, immediately recalling the mute girl he had saved that day.
Wen He was also curious about the relationship between the two: "You two..."
"Oh!" Qin Mu suddenly realized and tugged at Qin Yan's arm, "He's my brother, Qin Yan. The bride, Su Wan, is my cousin."
Wen He understood and lightly laughed as she looked at Qin Yan, "What a coincidence; Guan Guan and I are colleagues."
"This world is indeed small," Qin Mu grinned again, glancing back and forth between Qin Yan and Wen He, and curiously asked, "Do you two know each other?"
Wen He hesitated awkwardly for a moment, avoiding the gazes of the two in front of her, and stammered, "Uh... your brother helped Muttering by chance before..."
Qin Mu didn't think much of it and nodded, "Oh..."
A week later on a Friday evening, Wen He had a blind date scheduled for six o'clock. After finishing work that evening, she drove directly to the meeting place at five-thirty.
Compared to the various odd Matchmaker Men she had encountered in previous dates, she thought this match introduced by her aunt would be much better. However—
"Miss Wen, did you just get off work?" The man smiled broadly, revealing a set of yellow teeth that was quite off-putting. Wen He's fondness for him dropped by thirty percent instantly.
Wen He turned her eyes away and nodded.
"Where does Miss Wen work?" he asked again.
"Wen He: The band."
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. "Music? What did Miss Wen study?"
Wen He smiled slightly. "Flute."
The man nodded thoughtfully, seeming quite pleased, and suddenly asked, "When does Miss Wen plan to marry me?"
Wen He paused to take a sip of water, nearly choking. "M-marriage?"
"Yes, you came for a blind date, didn't you do it for marriage?" The man spoke as if it were obvious. "I'm already thirty years old. If you have no objections, we can go get our marriage certificate next month when I take my annual leave. As for the wedding... I prefer to keep it simple. My mother is quite frugal and doesn't like extravagance..."
Listening to his grandiose plans, Wen He couldn't help but twitch her lips in silence. Her gaze wandered absentmindedly, only to unexpectedly catch sight of a familiar figure approaching from afar. He was dressed in a shirt and dress pants, tall and handsome, with a strong physique that subtly revealed smooth lines beneath the white shirt. His narrow, ink-like eyes appeared slightly cold, and his handsome features made Wen He’s heart flutter inexplicably.
Meanwhile, Qin Yan had also spotted Wen He sitting on the sofa from a distance. Although they knew each other, they weren't very familiar, so he had no intention of greeting her. However, as he walked closer to her position, he instinctively glanced at the man sitting across from her and was taken aback by the sight.
Wen He tightened her grip on the cup as she realized Qin Yan had just walked past her.
The man in front of her continued to talk about his future plans without pause, but Wen He had lost all patience; listening to him chatter was making her feel annoyed. On a whim, she turned to look at the figure that had just brushed past her and called out, "Qin Yan—"
The Matchmaker Man was momentarily stunned by the sudden interruption and followed her gaze.
Qin Yan paused mid-step and unconsciously turned his head to look over.
Wen He continued to gaze at him, her voice gentle. "Come here."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow in confusion and glanced at the bewildered Matchmaker Man sitting across from Wen He before he found himself turning back toward her without thinking.
Wen He looked up at him without changing her expression and asked, "Are you angry?"
Qin Yan remained silent.
The Matchmaker Man asked, "Huh?"
Wen He began to speak seriously yet nonsensically, "Are you angry because I came for a blind date? Is that why you’re ignoring me even though I came all the way here?"
Qin Yan stayed silent.
Wen He continued, "This was arranged by my aunt, and I just found out... Please don’t be angry..."
Qin Yan remained silent.
The Matchmaker Man continued to look confused.
Wen He stood up and linked her arm with his, saying, "I was wrong. Let’s go home. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on and won’t go on any more blind dates."
Qin Yan stayed silent.
The Matchmaker Man hurriedly stood up, "Miss Wen..."
"I'm sorry," Wen He finally turned back to look at him and smiled, "My boyfriend and I are leaving now."
The Matchmaker Man was left speechless.
After exiting the restaurant, Wen He walked a few dozen meters further with Qin Yan. She stopped, turned back to glance at the distant restaurant, and finally released his hand with a sigh of relief.
Qin Yan silently watched the woman who had orchestrated this scene while holding his hand and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.
Wen He: "........"
Qin Yan bit his lip, suppressing his laughter even more.
Wen He found his laughter inexplicable: "What's so funny? Haven't you seen a blind date before?"
Qin Yan pressed his lips together again and finally burst out laughing: "Hahaha..." His deep and clear laughter immediately startled the passersby, who turned their heads in shock to look at the two of them.
Seeing the strange looks directed at them, Wen He smiled apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, he has some issues..."
The crowd glanced at the tall and handsome man, shook their heads with pity, and continued on their way.
Qin Yan: "......"
Wen He couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to pat Qin Yan's shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Want to grab a drink? It's on me!"
He shot her a lingering glance, opening his mouth to utter a single syllable "no," but she had already pulled him along toward the tavern.
Qin Yan: "........"
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