Keeping the promise

Chapter 130 Embarrassed

That day, Zheng Wancheng was busy processing documents in the office when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She looked up and saw an employee standing at the door. "Assistant Zheng, there's someone outside who wants to see you," the employee said.

Zheng Wancheng was a little confused, but she nodded and let the man come in. When she walked out of the office, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Yang Wenju was seen standing there in a miserable state, with traces of tears on her face.

Zheng Wancheng's eyes were fixed on Yang Wenju. The figure that was once familiar but now seemed so strange made her heart feel like a small stone was thrown into the lake, causing ripples.

Yang Wenju seemed to have lost all her luster. Her hair seemed to have been blown by a strong wind and hung down on her shoulders in a disorderly manner. There was some dust and grass mixed in her hair.

Her clothes were wrinkled and stained from nowhere, making her look particularly shabby.

And those eyes, perhaps once had a bright glow, but now they were dim as if covered by a layer of gray fog, full of fatigue, a feeling of powerlessness and helplessness that penetrated deep into the bones, like a child who had been lost in the darkness for too long, longing to find a little warmth and support.

Zheng Wancheng took a deep breath and tried to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

She recalled the unpleasantness, quarrels and conflicts they had experienced in the past, as if they were still vivid in her mind.

However, when she saw Yang Wenju's current appearance, all the past resentments suddenly became less important.

She sighed softly in her heart and said to herself that no matter what had happened, this person was right in front of her and she needed help.

Zheng Wancheng calmed down, then turned back to his desk, picked up his phone and sent a message to Li Yunting: "Honey, Yang Wenju is here, I'll take her to Zhong Chunjie's hotel first."

After sending the message, she walked over to Yang Wenju and said softly, "Come on, I'll take you to a place to rest first."

Yang Wenju raised her head, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded silently.

Zheng Wancheng took her out of the company and came to the parking lot, opened the car door and let Yang Wenju get in. Then, she started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Along the way, neither of them spoke, and a depressing silence filled the car.

Zheng Wancheng was driving attentively, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at Yang Wenju who was sitting in the back seat. Looking at her lowered head and slightly trembling shoulders, Zheng Wancheng's heart softened a little.

Finally, the car arrived at Zhong Chunjie's hotel. Zheng Wancheng parked the car and took Yang Wenju into the hotel lobby. She went straight to the front desk, explained the situation to the staff, and completed the check-in procedures.

Then, she led Yang Wenju to the door of the room, opened the door, and let Yang Wenju go in.

The room was decorated simply and warmly. When Yang Wenju walked into the room, she felt like a tired traveler who had finally found a haven to rest.

She walked slowly to the bed, collapsed on it, and stared blankly ahead.

Zheng Wancheng looked at her like this, his heart filled with pity and helplessness.

She walked to Yang Wenju, patted her shoulder gently and said, "You should have a good rest first. We can talk about anything after you have recovered your strength." Yang Wenju nodded slightly, still without saying anything.

Zheng Wancheng sighed, then turned and left the room, closing the door gently. She stood in the corridor, her mind full of thoughts.

Zheng Wancheng stood quietly in the corridor for a while, with Yang Wenju's embarrassed appearance constantly flashing through her mind. After a while, she took a deep breath and walked back into the room.

In the room, Yang Wenju was just as she expected. She seemed to have lost all her strength and slumped down on the sofa. Her body was slightly curled up, as if she was trying hard to find a sense of security.

Zheng Wancheng felt a pang of sadness when he saw her like this. He silently walked aside, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water. Then he gently walked to sit opposite Yang Wenju and placed the glass of water on the coffee table in front of her.

Yang Wenju's lips trembled violently, as if she needed to use all her strength to say every word.

She opened her mouth with difficulty, her voice hoarse and filled with endless regret: "Wan Cheng, I... I was wrong."

Zheng Wancheng sighed softly, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and heartache, and she said softly: "Let's not talk about this for now, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Yang Wenju's tears burst out like a flood, and the crystal tears slid down her dirty cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, staining them with sad flowers. Her voice was full of pain and despair, and she began to slowly narrate her tragic experience.