Chapter 1: Reunion

Chapter One: Reunion

Wen Jin was completely unprepared to reunite with Fu Yanjing.

The incandescent glass lamps illuminated the magnificent night in the banquet hall.

Twenty minutes before the interview was to begin, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Team leader Tang Man was temporarily absent due to illness and hospitalization, so Wen Jin was forced to take over this long-prepared interview.

There was hot water prepared by the organizers at the entrance. Wen Jin had just filled a disposable paper cup when she turned around and saw a greasy figure.

The other person's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and greed, almost overflowing from their pupils. "Reporter Wen, it's been a long time."

Wen Jin also stiffened and took a few steps back without making a sound.

"Tsk." The other person shook his head in dissatisfaction. "Why be so defensive? Don't worry, Reporter Wen, there are so many people here, there's nothing I can do."

He was still lustful. "I'm just here to give you a promotion. Your show's viewership isn't going up, you must be having a headache, right?"

"Reporter Wen, you are a smart person."

Two months ago, the TV station wanted to interview Chen Qiang and sincerely tried to communicate with him.

However, the other party locked everyone outside the private room except for Wen Jinye.

The strength of the adult, obese man was something Wen Jin could not resist. His lewd hands roamed over Wen Jin's legs, and the more Wen Jin struggled, the more excited the pervert became.

Tang Man was so angry that she smashed the door of the private room and pulled Wen Jin out, giving up the attention she was going to be embroiled in.

Unexpectedly, two months have passed, and their program team has given up on Chen Qiang, but he still misses Wen Jin very much.

Looking at Chen Qiang's ugly face, that dark and unbearable memory resurfaced.

Wen Jin also wanted to pour hot water on his face and serve him a braised pig's head on the spot, but in the end, her professionalism prevailed over reason.

She couldn't even manage a smile, turned around and left, saying, "No need for Mr. Chen to trouble himself."

But his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the other party.

“Room 505 at the Gein Hotel, the bed there is soft, just right for your delicate body. I guarantee you an exclusive interview.”

His patience had run out, and he threatened menacingly, "You'd better be sensible."

The moment their skin touched, Wen Jin suddenly pushed the other away, struggling to breathe.

Chen Qiang staggered as he was pushed, and he became furious.

A slap landed on her face, and Wen Jin's head spun as well.

"You ungrateful wretch, what are you pretending to be, a virtuous and chaste woman? With your status, to be here, you'd probably already be in someone else's bed. How come someone else—"

Footsteps sounded behind me, getting closer and closer.

Chen Qiang's voice stopped abruptly.

In just a second, he switched to a smiling face, his voice fawning: "Mr. Xu, you've arrived."

"And the person next to you is...?"

Wen Jin also looked up at the sound, and the moment her gaze focused on it, her mind went completely blank.

The man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, still maintained his aloof and refined demeanor.

Those cold and indifferent peach blossom eyes have appeared in Wen Jinye's dreams far too many times.

he……

Why did you come to Jiangbei?

Xu Xiangbai, standing beside him, scoffed, his tone dismissive and nonchalant, "Blind fool, this guy's from Hong Kong, surnamed Fu."

The explanation was vague, but Chen Qiang understood it instantly.

The only family with the surname Fu that can dominate the port city is the Fu family.

The obsequious tone was like that of a castrated imperial eunuch. Chen Qiang hurriedly bowed, "My apologies, Mr. Fu. My name is Chen Qiang, and I run..."

Fu Yanjing didn't even look at the hand hanging in mid-air.

Just watching the show, his lazy voice held a hint of sarcasm, "What, does an interview have to be done in bed?"

Chen Qiang stammered for a moment, then shamelessly shifted the blame, "I'm sorry you had to see this. This reporter has ulterior motives, and I just couldn't resist the temptation."

It's blatant mudslinging.

"Looking for you? That's quite an original idea."

Chen Qiang couldn't tell who these words were implying.

He could only nod in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes... Nowadays, women rely on their looks and like to take shortcuts."

Xu Xiangbai's words were much more straightforward: "They're not blind either."

"Look in the mirror and see clearly whether you are taking a shortcut or a detour."

Wen Jin kept her eyes down the whole time, not saying a word in her own defense.

He seemed detached, yet even his drooping fingertips were trembling.

She heard Fu Yanjing's casual chuckle.

A light woody scent lingered as his tall figure walked straight past.

As they passed each other, the cufflink on his suit accidentally brushed against Wen Jinye's fingertips.

Wen Jin had also clung to that spot and acted coquettishly countless times.

He didn't spare Wen Jinye a single glance the entire time.

As if we had never met before.

It wasn't until that figure surrounded by admirers walked away that Wen Jin gradually came back to her senses.

The hot water in the paper cup spilled out and landed on the back of her hand, causing a burning pain that she only realized belatedly felt.

——

Fu Yanjing's name was not on the list of bigwigs to attend this interview.

In my memory, Fu Yanjing rarely attended such boring occasions; his appearance here seemed more like a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But his arrival still immediately drew everyone's attention in the banquet hall.

Those who stand at the top of the pyramid are always surrounded by admirers and the center of attention wherever they go.

A group of people rushed forward.

Only the photographer, Xiao Yin, walked over with a bitter face, wanting to say something, but her gaze immediately fell on Wen Jin's strange face.

She exclaimed, "Oh my god! Sister Jinye, what happened to your face?"

Chen Qiang, enraged and embarrassed, slapped her without holding back a single bit of force.

A faint taste of blood lingered in Wen Jin's mouth, and red marks from her fingers were faintly visible on her powdered face.

She pressed her hand on the slap mark, only realizing the pain belatedly.

But he said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I just got bitten by a dog."

She arrived in a hurry, even reading the interview transcript on the way, and didn't bring any makeup tools in her bag to cover up the makeup.

Seeing Xiaoyin's distressed expression, Wen Jinye smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, at worst you can add a filter for me when we export the footage."

At this point, Xiao Yin let out a soft sigh.

"Sister Jinye, do you think we'll be able to interview Mr. Lang as scheduled tonight?"

"It feels like everyone is aiming for that Hong Kong entertainment bigwig."

Wen Jinye's mindset has gradually calmed down. "Let's wait and see how things develop. We can also look for new interviewees while we're at it."

After all, Tang Man had worked hard to get the chance to enter.

As a newcomer to the workforce, Xiao Yin was not yet familiar with the various figures in the mainland entertainment industry.

Not to mention the port city.

She was a little puzzled, "Sister Jinye, who exactly is that person that can make the whole place so excited?"

"He looks quite young, how did he get such a high status?"

Wen Jin also stated succinctly, "He is from the Fu family, Fu Yanjing."

The last three words were inexplicably lowered, as if afraid of speaking too loudly and being overheard.

Xiao Yin immediately searched it on Baidu.

The moment the message popped up, all the quintessence of Chinese culture emerged.

Holy crap!

The Fu family, a century-old entity with a deep-rooted foundation in the port city, has businesses spanning various fields around the world and controls the economic lifeline of the entire port city.

As the sole heir to the Fu Group, Fu Yanjing can be considered half the master of Hong Kong.

"No wonder..." Xiao Yin stared in disbelief as she turned off her phone, taking a long time to process what she had just learned.

She pointed to the shadowy figure not far away, "Look at Mr. Lang's eager demeanor, he's a completely different person from when he's with us."

Wen Jin also looked over there with a calm expression.

Under the spotlight, Fu Yanjing stands in the grand arena of fame and fortune, receiving admiration and flattery with an air of nonchalance, a pride inherent in those in positions of power.

The hand that was gently swirling the wine glass had distinct knuckles, and a red mole on the web of the thumb was conspicuously swaying.

That's the place Wen Jin once kissed.