I almost touched the moon

Chapter 111 How Can I Let You Suffer Because of Me

Cheng Che quickly picked her up, carried her into the house, sat on the sofa and hugged her, saying, "Didn't you say you couldn't come? Why did you suddenly come here? You must be exhausted."

When he picked her up just now, Cheng Che keenly felt that Wen Song was lighter than before. Her cheeks, which had finally gained some flesh from him, had become much thinner, not to mention her pale complexion and dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she had not eaten well and had not slept much.

"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid you would cry secretly." Wen Song smiled and kissed him, "Are you happy to see me now?"

"happy."

Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed her passionately, sucking her lips and tongue greedily. When he put his hand under the hem of her shirt and wanted to go further, he stopped.

He had only been in the United States for a week and she had lost a lot of weight. Her ribs were protruding, which made him feel very distressed.

Thinking of what she had just said, "I'm hungry," he immediately stopped what he was doing, hugged Wen Song in his arms and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask them to bring it to you."

"Anything is fine." Wen Song yawned, "Just don't make it too greasy."

Cheng Che immediately made a phone call and asked the hotel restaurant to send a serving of lobster angel hair pasta, a serving of matsutake mushroom soup, and a serving of basil lime tart to the room.

Then he said to Wen Song, "The steak in this hotel restaurant is delicious, but you said you wanted something light, how about pasta? The soup is also good, very light and delicious."

"Okay." Wen Song lay on the sofa, finally dispelling some of the fatigue from the long flight. He leaned into Cheng Che's arms and said, "Are you still angry with me?"

"How could I really be mad at you?"

Cheng Che said with some guilt: "I just received your call in the middle of the night. I didn't sleep well, and you told me that you couldn't come. I was a little anxious and said that. I'm sorry, BB, I didn't know you would actually come. Have you finished the report?"

"I've finished writing it." Wen Song yawned again. "I submitted it on the plane. It's finally finished. Che, do you have any plans for April? If not, do you want to go to Vancouver with me?"

"Is it okay?" Cheng Che was very surprised. He knew Wen Song went to Vancouver for business, but he didn't expect that she would actually invite him.

"Of course." Wen Song smiled and said, "The conference is only two days, so we can spend more time in Canada, go to the Rocky Mountains, see the aurora in Yellowknife, and see polar bears in Churchill."

"Okay." Cheng Che agreed immediately, "Thank you, sister, for taking me with you."

"Idiot." Wen Song laughed dumbly, and then said to him gently, "I think I really ignored you before. I will consider you more in the future, okay?"

Cheng Che possessed her and kissed her again, saying to her: "Sister, you don't have to think too much about me, and you don't have to change anything for me. Just do what makes you happy. No matter what happens to you, sister, I love you very much."

The waiter brought the meal quickly. Wen Song had been hungry along the way, so he thought the food was delicious and ate it all in no time.

She had always been a little slow at eating. Cheng Che saw that she was acting abnormally today and frowned and asked, "Tell me the truth, how many meals did you eat a day during the few days I was away?"

"Hehe." Wen Song cut off a small piece of basil lemon tart and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "This lemon tart is very delicious. You should try it too."

Cheng Che saw that she was pretending to be stupid, and he understood immediately. He pinched her face and complained, "Can you take care of yourself when I'm not at home? Can't you cook three meals a day? If you can't cook, you can order takeout. You only eat one meal a day, and you don't sleep when you're busy. You drink iced Americano instead of water every day. Look at how thin you have become. Really, I worked so hard to gain weight, and you're so thin again in just a few days."

"I lost weight."

"Why are you losing weight? You don't have any weight to lose." Cheng Che glanced at her and said unhappily, "You are not allowed to skip meals, or I will not go anywhere and will stay at home and watch over you every day."

"I know." Wen Song said quickly, "I'm just lazy. It's not that I don't want to eat, but I'm too lazy to cook, and even more lazy to go out. The takeaway can only be delivered downstairs, and I'm too lazy to go downstairs."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che was furious, and said helplessly but lovingly: "I know, Miss, I'll be here for you in the future, so you don't have to do these things."

Wen Song smiled, revealing a rare sweet smile, and said to Cheng Che: "I'm full. I'm going to take a shower. I'm so sleepy."

When she went to take a shower, Cheng Che saw the things she had thrown on the sofa, and went over to help her clean them up, but found that her passport was thrown casually on the ground.

“Passports are thrown away…”

He muttered softly, picked up his passport, saw the two boarding passes in the passport holder, couldn't help but smile, and said in his heart, "She said she wouldn't come to see me, but she still loves me very much. What a bad woman."

He took out the boarding pass to keep it as a souvenir, but when he saw the words on it, he was suddenly at a loss.

The word "ECONOMY" in capital letters on the boarding pass deeply hurt his heart and made him fall into suffocating guilt.

After a while, Wen Song came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. His half-dried hair was draped over his shoulders, a little wet, with a string of water droplets flowing down.

Cheng Che immediately stepped forward, took the towel and helped her wipe her hair, while wiping he said: "You don't blow dry your hair, it's easy to get a headache."

"I'm so sleepy..." Wen Song's voice was very low and weak, and it was obvious that he was really sleepy, "I don't want to blow anymore."

Cheng Che didn't say much, just let her lie halfway on the bed, took a comb and a hair dryer from the bathroom, sat by the bed and blew her hair carefully. Wen Song's hair was of very good quality, the champagne brown hair was thin, soft, and smooth, completely different from her.

He turned on the lowest speed, which was not noisy, and the warm breeze blowing on the hair was very comfortable. Wen Song leaned in his arms, smelling the faint fragrance on his body and enjoying his warm body temperature.

"bb..." Cheng Che continued, "Why did you come to America?"

"How else can you get here?" Wen Song found his words a little funny and laughed, "You came here by plane, or else you can swim here."

"I saw your boarding pass." Cheng Che said straight to the point, "Why are you sitting in economy class? Don't you have enough money? If not, just tell me. Why are you putting yourself in such a difficult position?"

As he spoke, his tone even became tearful.

"No," Wen Song explained quickly, "It's because I bought the ticket late, and there was only one flight left, with business and economy options, and the business option was all sold out, so I could only buy the economy option."

Seeing Cheng Che still with tears in his eyes, she smiled and said, "What's the matter? It's not an accident. It's okay. There's nothing to cry about. I'm not that delicate. Most flights within Europe are economy. It's not like I haven't taken one before."

"It's different." Hearing her say that, Cheng Che's expression became more self-blaming, "How can one or two hours be the same as more than ten hours? Sister, I'm sorry, how could I let you suffer because of me, I'm sorry sister. It's all my fault, why did I let you come to the United States. It must be very tiring, I'm sorry."

Cheng Che remembered that Qiu Xuanyan once said to him, "Iseylia is a princess. She has never suffered any grievances since she was a child. So she will definitely not suffer any grievances when she is with Master Cheng."

He had promised Qiu Xuanyan that he would never let Wen Song suffer any injustice, but he insisted on asking her to come to the United States to watch his game even though he knew she was busy revising the report. That was why she could only buy the nearest flight and could only sit in economy class for more than ten hours to see him.

He couldn't imagine how Wen Song, who usually felt tired even when flying business class or first class and would suffer from insomnia due to unfamiliarity, would be able to rest this time.

"Sister... I'm sorry." Cheng Che apologized again and hugged her tightly.

Wen Song didn't think it was a big deal. Instead, he thought Cheng Che was making a big fuss. He patted him on the back and said, "Okay, Master Cheng, that's enough. You're talking about being wronged or not. If you don't know, you might think I swam here. Stop crying, okay?"

"Then you have to promise me that you will never let yourself down because of me in the future."

Cheng Che looked at her with sincere eyes, and through his dark brown pupils, one could see the deep affection in them.

"Okay." Wen Song kissed him gently, "I don't feel wronged."

That night, she wore Cheng Che's T-shirt, lay beside him, and slept in his arms, having a dreamless night.