Chapter 112: She doesn't like it, so don't be delusional.

Chapter 112: She Doesn't Like It, Don't Presume to Be Faithful

Fu Yanjing stood on the deck for a long time, holding the phone that had just been hung up.

The wind made his head feel even more dizzy.

But my mind is restless.

"Stop acting crazy in the middle of the night."

These words echoed like a wound-up spring, until finally, Fu Yanjing's eyes were filled with a blank look.

That's right.

Because he didn't know what was wrong with him at night.

Perhaps she was truly provoked, experiencing that inexplicable emotion—fear of being used as a substitute, and a touch of inexplicable jealousy.

My phone is beeping.

It's a WeChat friend request. The profile picture is of a woman wearing a pink beach dress, and the note says:

I am Sheng Pianran.

Unsurprisingly, he soon received a call from Qin Zhiyi.

"Ah Jing, are you asleep?"

Fu Yanjing flicked his lighter against the wind, took a drag on his cigarette, and said, "Going to sleep."

"You're being so irresponsible again." Fu Yanjing heard her put down her cup; at this hour, she was probably drinking bird's nest soup.

Knowing her son's temperament, Qin Zhiyi went straight to the point, "You should have received the Sheng family's daughter's friend request, right? I had afternoon tea with Pianran's mother today, and the more we talked, the more we felt that you two were a match made in heaven."

"Besides, your grandfather will be returning to China by October at the latest. If he sees you still all alone, no amount of medicine can cure his heartache."

Fu Yanjing remained silent.

The smoke dissipated in the wind.

Qin Zhiyi asked uncertainly, "Son, are you listening?"

"Um."

Qin Zhiyi continued, "Your father and I have discussed it with the Sheng family. Otherwise, we can wait for your grandfather to return to the country, and then you and Pianran can get engaged. The old man is superstitious, so this can be considered a way to bring good luck. Besides, once you're engaged, he won't have anything to worry about. The Sheng family also really likes you."

"This marriage is a happy one for both our families."

In the past, Fu Yanjing was always quite impatient when this kind of thing was brought up, and Qin Zhiyi was already used to it.

But he remained indifferent, always adopting a detached attitude and saying whatever they wanted.

Therefore, although there was an element of impulsiveness in agreeing to this marriage with the Sheng family, it was also because I genuinely felt that the youngest daughter of the Sheng family was a good match for Fu Yanjing.

However, Fu Yanjing's delayed response made Qin Zhiyi inexplicably uneasy.

"Ah Jing, what do you think?"

As the sea breeze grew stronger, Fu Yanjing broke his cigarette. He leaned back against the railing, his figure half-hidden in the deep, inky fog of the sea.

He closed his eyes, letting the damp wind whip his face. "You ordered it so quickly?"

Qin Zhiyi said, "Yes, it's just a matter of your grandfather returning to China in October so you can meet Pianran."

Fu Yanjing scoffed, "If you're not going to get married, then don't bother with the parties involved. Just get the marriage certificate done already."

He hung up the phone after saying that.

Zhou Jichen emerged from view and stood next to Fu Yanjing. "Can I borrow a light?"

Fu Yanjing tossed him the lighter.

Something worth tens of thousands was just tossed over so lightly.

Zhou Jichen's voice rang out with the sea breeze, "Even such a strong wind can't extinguish the restlessness in your heart?"

In my memory, Fu Yanjing was indifferent to everything, and I rarely saw him so troubled.

Zhou Jichen asked, "What's on your mind that you can't let go of?"

Fu Yanjing's brows furrowed with weariness. "I don't know, maybe he's possessed."

"Is it related to reporter Wen?"

The tone was questioning, but deep down there was already a sliver of certainty.

Fu Yanjing opened his eyes.

This subtle change did not escape the eyes of a doctor, Zhou Jichen smiled, "I was right."

Having his thoughts read, Fu Yanjing did not openly share his feelings or express his innermost thoughts with his confidant.

His heart was now churning with restless emotions, like waves rolling on the sea.

One moment it's the content of my mother's phone call, the next it's Wen Jin's face, sometimes quiet, sometimes bright.

These rare moments when his mind was clouded and his emotions were out of control made Fu Yanjing want to escape.

Fu Yanjing took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse, "You guys have fun, I'm leaving first."

Zhou Jichen nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

However, in sight, Fu Yanjing only walked five meters before stopping again.

He asked a really strange question, "Zhou Jichen, did you have a lot of admirers in high school?"

"How can I have as much as you?" he retorted.

Do you remember all the people who have pursued you?

"Of course not." Zhou Jichen flicked his cigarette ash, only remembering a girl talking to herself for a long time under the flower corridor on campus on the eve of graduation.

She didn't see him; she just kept encouraging herself.

"You can definitely do it. You're so beautiful, you'll succeed at anything."

"Yes, yes, being pretty gives you confidence. Stand tall and tell him you like him!"

"You'll know whether they're a mule or a horse after they confess."

So she turned around as if fighting alone, and when she saw herself sitting at the very end of the corridor, she was stunned.

Zhou Jichen shrugged, abandoning his voyeuristic interest, and said with a cool expression, "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, and I didn't hear anything substantial, so don't worry."

He hooked his school uniform jacket up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the pretty girl called out to him.

"Zhou Jichen!"

He raised an eyebrow, vaguely anticipating that he might have witnessed his own misfortune.

Sure enough, the girl walked up to him in a few steps and handed him a pink love letter. Zhou Jichen had forgotten what was written on the letter, but he remembered that the handwriting was so ugly that it didn't seem to fit the girl in front of him or the pale pink envelope.

"I like you!"

So he rejected her with the words of encouragement a girl makes to herself, also hoping that she wouldn't get caught up in romance during high school.

Beauty alone is a dead end.

"Study hard. I'm not interested in pretty but empty vases."

Zhou Jichen, the girl who confessed her feelings to her back then, never expected to see her again one day.

It's in Xu Xiangbai's phone photo album.

A group photo of them from high school.

The girl's figure appeared among the marginalized crowd.

Accompanying her was Fu Yanjing's ex-girlfriend, Wen Jinye.

Xu Xiangbai was shocked and kept pointing at the person in the photo, saying to him, "Look how ridiculous this is! Reporter Wen and A Jing have been together for three years, and A Jing didn't even know they went to the same school."

"One of them never investigated it, and the other never brought it up on their own initiative."

"That's outrageous."

Zhou Jichen looked at Fu Yanjing.

Yes, he's in a high position, how could he not know everything about the people around him? Fu Yanjing didn't even know about this.

Behind that nonchalant attitude, there was probably a trust that he had never realized from the beginning.

"Ah Jing, you suddenly asked this because you guessed that Reporter Wen has liked—"

She had already fallen for Fu Yanjing.

But Fu Yanjing abruptly interrupted him.

“No,” he said firmly. “She doesn’t like it. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Having said that, he strode away.

The footsteps on the deck in the night were barely perceptible and disordered.

Two question marks slowly and unusually appeared in Zhou Jichen's usually indifferent eyes.

? . ?

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A note from the author:

The entire plot revolves around building up the male lead's affection level; it's much more exciting to pursue his wife when that level reaches its peak!

I really don't want to spoil anything for everyone. I wrote it according to the outline QAQ, and so far I think the plot is reasonable.

The male protagonist needs to gradually understand his own heart. Before he fully understands himself and realizes his superior attitude, what's the use of knowing that the female protagonist liked him a long time ago?

He didn't cherish the love the female lead gave him in Hong Kong, so how could the love from before have awakened everything in him?

And as you watch, you'll see the order in which the male and female leads' feelings are shifting.

I understand the pain of following the updates, and I appreciate your understanding. The author is a little sensitive and will cry to the editor when seeing negative comments.

But I still accept all evaluations and opinions.

See you tomorrow!

Please urge me to update and rate this, my darlings!