Chapter 10: Harassing Phone Calls

Chapter 10: Harassing Phone Calls

"A new number?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

After all, Wen Jin had deleted and blocked all of Fu Yanjing's contact information after leaving Hong Kong.

Even the SIM card I'd used for seven years was broken.

At that time, she never imagined that she would meet Fu Yanjing again in her lifetime.

Even more unexpectedly—

She will need his help.

The music on his end gradually faded out.

Wen Jin also heard the sound of a metal lighter striking.

His voice carried a cool, languid quality. "What is it?"

Wen Jin closed her eyes and slowly spoke in the darkness, "Could you perhaps consider Mingjing's—"

"Reporter Wen."

Fu Yanjing casually interrupted her, "We don't talk about business during break time."

Having shared a bed for three years, she knew all too well some of Fu Yanjing's habits that she herself had never even noticed.

Wen Jin seemed to have already seen the man's nonchalant and carefree demeanor with his eyebrows slightly raised, and his flirtatious eyes that didn't reach his eyes with a smile, making him appear both charming and heartless.

"In what capacity did you call my private number and request an exclusive interview?"

Wen Jin could not evade his sharp words.

She resigned herself to her fate, "...old friends."

Her response was a sneer from Fu Yanjing, "I remember reminding you before."

Wen Jin also felt a bitter taste on her tongue, "Yes—"

The stifling summer breeze blew in through the open window.

Wen Jin's thoughts were drawn back to that drizzly night amidst the flowing white gauze curtains.

Her breaking up with him was completely unexpected by Fu Yanjing.

The man stopped his passionate kiss on her ear, and his palm landed on her slender waist, giving it a punitive pinch.

"You're thinking of closing the net after only three years?"

The dark emotions in his eyes instantly subsided, replaced by his usual indifference and coldness.

"Honey, if you want something, using breaking up as a starting point is not a good habit."

He calmly sat back on the sofa, as if he had finally seen Wen Jin's ulterior motives exposed.

"Tell me, cars, houses, jewelry, money, I can give you as much as you want."

Money was the least important thing to Fu Yanjing.

He casually took off his multi-million dollar watch and tossed it onto the table.

The moment he squinted, a powerful aura suddenly arose.

"But some things, no."

In this relationship, Wen Jin was cautious and humble, carefully maintaining the balance between them.

In the end, however, he never opened his eyes to look at her.

In his eyes, from beginning to end, he was no different from the parasitic vine that clings to him or the caged bird he keeps.

Even her determination to give up turned into a means to increase her stakes or gain the status of "Mrs. Fu".

The girl's joyful emotions had long since collapsed in the mist.

Under the dim, warm light of the bedroom, he didn't see the redness in Wen Jin's eyes.

Wen Jin also almost gave up entirely.

“You’re right, Fu Yanjing, I really can’t wait any longer.”

"You have mountains of gold and silver, but you can't give me what I want. I'm not good enough for the Fu family, so let's end it here."

He remained calm and detached throughout.

Until Wen Jin also pulled out her already packed luggage.

As they brushed past each other, Fu Yanjing briefly grabbed her wrist.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave? Have you already chosen your next target?"

Wen Jin didn't say anything, and gently shook off Fu Yanjing's hand.

As she closed the door, she heard Fu Yanjing's final words of advice.

"Don't come to me for help in the future, no matter what happens."

The sound of rain grew louder.

She boarded a plane departing from Hong Kong overnight.

...

Wen Jin blinked her sore eyes, her thoughts returning to their normal state.

So, is this arrogant and powerful young man holding a grudge against me for initiating the breakup?

But Fu Yanjing seemed to have forgotten.

He was the one who never took things to heart.

But Wen Jin was naturally not qualified to discuss with Fu Yanjing who had wronged whom in that fleeting romance.

After all, it was just Wen Jinye's wishful thinking from the very beginning.

Having no other leverage, she could only bring up the old issues again.

"Mr. Fu, could you please consider that your car hit me back then...?"

That was in Hong Kong, where her relationship with Fu Yanjing began.

He seemed to have run out of patience, his tone carrying a hint of stern impatience, "Wen Jinye, are you never going to let this go?"

Wen Jin felt as if her throat was being choked, and she couldn't speak.

There was nothing more to say.

After a brief silence, He Jiayu's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Weren't we supposed to play together tonight? Why is the music off?"

Someone muttered quietly, "Yan Jing is on the phone."

Who is it?

The call was disconnected at that moment.

The last sentence consisted of four words that Fu Yanjing didn't pay much attention to: "Harassing phone calls".

Wen Jinye: ...

...

The private room quickly returned to its previous lively and noisy atmosphere.

Xu Xiangbai shouted that he wanted to play Texas Hold'em.

Fu Yanjing sat at the card table, but his interest waned.

Casino culture is prevalent in Hong Kong. He doesn't even blink when millions of chips are pushed onto the table.

These days, visiting inland areas for these kinds of activities is irrelevant.

The young master sitting opposite him, whose card skills were not very good, loved to show off. A scantily clad young model was practically squeezing into his arms, saying in a coquettish voice, "Young Master Tang, please teach me, I'll help you."

He suddenly thought of the first time he brought Wen Jin to such an occasion, and how uneasy she looked.

Her bright eyes were clear and bright, with a distinct black and white color, and a clear, moist look.

The smell of smoke would make them turn their heads away and cough in a suppressed, secretive way.

Her novice status was too obvious, making her completely out of place in the glitz and glamour of the environment.

The first time she was asked to push the chips, she didn't know how to play. She pushed the mountain of chips back and flattened the board. In that round, Fu Yanjing lost almost the equivalent of a building.

Wen Jin was so frightened that tears were about to burst out. "I...I'm sorry, I really don't understand."

Fu Yanjing didn't care whether she was pretending to be naive or genuinely simple-minded.

He put his arm around the girl's slender waist and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't be nervous, I'll teach you."

Wen Jin's face was flushed, and she looked flustered and restrained; even her lips had turned white.

"I can't do it, I don't dare."

But after she finished speaking, she looked at him cautiously, afraid of spoiling the mood.

Similarly, she looked so nervous and bewildered that she almost collected all the chips on the table.

Even Fu Yanjing was taken aback.

There were even some doubts—

Is she truly gifted, or has she mastered the art of feigning weakness to the fullest extent?

This was such an incredibly sophisticated move that even he had never seen it before.

But then I remembered the foggy, rainy day when they first met.

A trusted confidant who had served the Fu family for over a decade betrayed them.

Fu Yanjing was in a fit of irritation and accidentally bumped into Wen Jinye, who was passing by.

He got out of the car, but this incident tripped him up. "Madam, leave your account details with me."

The girl kept her head down, not even glancing at her bleeding knee or whether she had twisted her ankle.

He just silently picked up the documents scattered all over the floor.

"I'm fine."

But when he looked up, his gaze suddenly became intense.

She timidly changed her words, "Sir, could you take me to the hospital?"

On the road and in the hospital, she followed him with an indescribable, burning gaze.

After confirming that she was alright, Fu Yanjing got up to leave. Just as he stood up and bent down to process work messages—

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a trembling hand stealthily reaching out from the coat he had casually draped over the bedside.

A simple, plain band ring quietly slipped into my pocket.

He found it inexplicably interesting, but didn't expose it, giving Wen Jin a second chance to contact him.

When it was returned, her expression of deep gratitude was truly heartfelt.

Even the clearest and gentlest eyes can deceive.

Fu Yanjing, from God's perspective, judges from a high and mighty position.

What a clumsy trick.

Only she thought it was flawless.