TVSFPAG -Chapter 93 I’m Afraid You’ll Regret It

After a long while, Chu Jinhan slowly turned around and met her gaze.

Song Yunfei instinctively avoided his eyes, looking elsewhere as she thought about how to speak.

“I’m hungry,” Chu Jinhan suddenly said.

He no longer looked at Song Yunfei and walked straight toward the kitchen.

But after only a couple of steps, his hand was grabbed.

Chu Jinhan lowered his head and looked at the fingers holding onto his sleeve.

After a brief silence, he held her hand and raised his eyes to look at her face.

“I haven’t eaten since this afternoon. Can I eat first before we talk?”

Looking at his almost pleading gaze, it felt as if an invisible hand had clenched her heart, making it hard for her to breathe for a moment.

After a pause, she ultimately softened. Forcing a smile, she said, “I’ll cook you some noodles.”

Chu Jinhan shook his head. “No need, I’ll do it myself.”

Song Yunfei stopped him and said softly, “Let me do it. You’ve been busy all day.”

Seeing that Chu Jinhan no longer insisted, she let go of his hand and quickly walked toward the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, she busied herself taking out noodles and eggs, then found two tomatoes.

Chu Jinhan stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Song Yunfei’s slightly flustered back. When she cracked an egg, a piece of shell accidentally fell into the pot, and she hurriedly used chopsticks to fish it out.

When she pulled out the noodles, some strands slipped out and fell onto the stovetop.

He didn’t go in to help—he simply leaned against the doorframe, silently watching.

Soon, steam rose from the pot, blurring her profile, and also blurring the distance between them.

Chu Jinhan’s gaze moved away from her and scanned the small, worn-out kitchen.

Worn seasoning jars, yellowed cartoon stickers on the walls, and a stovetop that could never be fully cleaned of its stains.

Song Yunfei served the cooked noodles into a bowl, grabbed some chopsticks, and walked out quickly, holding the bowl.

She placed the bowl and utensils on the table, rubbed her slightly burning hands together, and smiled toward Chu Jinhan at the kitchen doorway. “Come eat.”

Chu Jinhan hummed in response and walked over to sit at the small table.

He looked at the noodles in front of him but didn’t rush to eat.

Song Yunfei glanced at him. “Eat. Weren’t you hungry?”

Chu Jinhan sat there quietly without responding. The strands of hair falling across his forehead obscured the expression on his face.

The steam from the bowl rose under the light, and the dim lighting cast a layer of loneliness over him.

Just as Song Yunfei was about to speak, she saw him take out his phone from his pocket and tap on the screen a few times.

The next second, Song Yunfei’s phone rang.

She picked it up and saw a message from Chu Jinhan—more precisely, a transfer notification.

A long string of zeros.

After counting several times, Song Yunfei finally confirmed it was 400,000.

She looked at Chu Jinhan in shock. “What is this?”

Chu Jinhan raised his eyes and looked at her calmly. “Your previous commission. I’ve paid it in advance.”

“I originally planned to give it to you later when it accumulated more, but if you need it urgently, take it first. If it’s not enough, I’ll think of another way.”

Song Yunfei felt something tighten in her chest, a pain that seemed to spread through her entire body.

“I…” She tried to speak, her voice hoarse and strained. “I don’t need it urgently. You don’t have to give it to me.”

“We agreed before—once we made money, you’d handle it.”

Song Yunfei clenched her phone tightly. A wave of bitterness surged into her eyes, making her throat tight and her eyes hot.

She hurriedly lowered her head, staring helplessly at the string of numbers on the screen.

Didn’t he ever suspect how he could transfer such a large amount of money at once?

In the old, worn-down room, the two of them sat in silence.

Only Quanquan was over there, carelessly chewing on its dog bed.

Song Yunfei’s tears finally slipped out of her control, landing on the phone screen.

Suddenly, a large hand rested on her cheek, wiping away the tears on her face.

The other hand held hers.

Chu Jinhan said in a low voice, “How much more do you need? You can tell me.”

He continued to look at her calmly, unblinking, as if observing her reaction.

That single sentence seemed to break through the last barrier in Song Yunfei’s heart.

All the chaotic emotions within her pulled back and forth, but in the end, they were all crushed by his words, leaving only an inexplicable impulse.

She slowly raised her head, her vision blurred with tears, looking at Chu Jinhan’s face so close to hers.

With a slightly choked voice, she asked, “Chu Jinhan… if I disappeared… or if I died… which one would you find easier to accept?”

Chu Jinhan’s body stiffened. His eyes filled with confusion, bewilderment, helplessness, and a deeper, tangled mix of emotions.

Song Yunfei had never seen such a complex expression on his face before.

He spoke weakly, “What’s wrong with you? Why do you keep asking these kinds of questions?”

“Answer me first.”

Chu Jinhan pressed his lips together and looked at her for a long time.

He turned his face away, looking elsewhere, and after a long silence, he finally gave in and said, “If I had to choose, I’d choose for you to live.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yunfei suddenly smiled.

She pulled a chair over and sat in front of Chu Jinhan.

Lifting his face in her hands, she turned his head back toward her so they were looking at each other.

“Before, I didn’t understand the line ‘What is love in this world?’ Now… I think I understand it a little.”

Chu Jinhan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Before he could speak, Song Yunfei continued, “Chu Jinhan, I don’t want money.”

She leaned closer to him, her warm breath brushing against his cheek. “I only want you.”

The moment the words fell, Song Yunfei kissed him without hesitation.

Chu Jinhan froze in place.

He tasted the bitterness of her tears in the kiss, feeling the sacrificial intensity behind it.

The next moment, he stopped thinking.

One hand pressed the back of her head, the other slid from her cheek to wrap around her waist, lifting her completely from the chair and pulling her tightly into his arms.

He took control and deepened the kiss.

Their breath was stolen, reason burned away—leaving only raw instinct and uncontrollable emotion.

Song Yunfei’s feet left the ground. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

They moved to the sofa, still locked in an inseparable kiss.

“Chu Jinhan…” she murmured his name between breaths.

“Mm.” He responded in a low voice, immediately returning to her lips.

Time passed—no one knew how long. Their clothes became disheveled, shirt buttons missing without knowing where they had gone.

Chu Jinhan’s kisses moved from her lips down along her slender neck, brushing past her collarbone and the hollow at her throat.

Suddenly, he paused.

He lifted his head and looked into Song Yunfei’s eyes, his voice hoarse. “Have you made up your mind?”

Song Yunfei met his dark gaze, tightening her arms around his neck.

At this moment, all her sleepless worries, hesitations, morality, and rationality were thrown to the back of her mind.

If the ending was destined to be an abyss, then at least before falling, she had truly experienced his most genuine love.

In one’s lifetime, there should always be at least one moment of pursuing something without regard for consequences.

If a long life had no brief moments of love, then it would be far too tragic.

Song Yunfei raised her hand and touched his cheek. “You guess.”

Chu Jinhan grasped her hand and looked at her seriously. “I’m afraid you’ll regret it.”

Song Yunfei shook her head. “I’m not a child anymore. Shouldn’t I be responsible for my own choices? You just don’t regret it.”

Chu Jinhan paused. Without further words, he let his actions speak—leaning down to kiss her again.

Song Yunfei held his chin and stopped him. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“Can you put on a suit?”

“……”

To be honest, at that moment, Chu Jinhan felt a bit deflated.

He found it hard to understand. “Did a suit save your life in your past life or something?”

Song Yunfei said nothing, just looked at him with pleading eyes.

Seeing her expectant gaze, Chu Jinhan could only sigh helplessly, steady himself on the sofa, and get up to find his suit and change into it.

Seeing him in the sharp, handsome suit, Song Yunfei secretly let out a breath of relief—she could finally indulge in being a “love-struck” person without guilt.

She took the initiative to hug him, rubbing her cheek against his chest. “This outfit is still the most handsome.”

Chu Jinhan wrapped one hand around her waist and used the other to lift her legs, carrying her toward the bed.

To prevent her from saying anything that might ruin the mood again, he directly silenced her with a kiss.

He placed her on the bed and leaned down to kiss her again.

This time, the kiss was no longer as intense as before—gentler, exploratory. His long fingers brushed aside her nightwear.

Song Yunfei interrupted again. “Do you have protection?”

Chu Jinhan paused. “…Yes.”

After speaking, he got up again, opened the cabinet beside them, and rummaged through a pile of items to find a box.

Song Yunfei glanced at it and asked teasingly, “From the last time you bought it?”

Chu Jinhan didn’t respond. He tucked the box under the pillow, then leaned over her again, covering her lips and not giving her another chance to speak.

Whether it was because he was too nervous, or because it was his first time, everything felt unfamiliar and awkward.

Song Yunfei was covered in sweat, and so was he. Even with the air conditioner set to 16°C, it seemed to make no difference.

The suit he had only just put on was carelessly tossed to the end of the bed.

“You’re so clumsy!” Song Yunfei cried out through tears, frustrated, biting his shoulder as her tears fell uncontrollably.