Chapter 12: I watched her get into someone else's car

Chapter Twelve: I watched her get into someone else's car

Wen Jin also looked at his indifferent back.

This figure had haunted her dreams for countless nights.

Through this floor-to-ceiling window, you can overlook the bustling city.

The height that so many wealthy people in Jiangbei could only dream of was merely an insignificant asset for the Fu family.

Their identities were worlds apart from the very beginning.

Even for the most powerful and wealthy families, living in luxury and extravagance, climbing the social ladder to become as close as Fu Yanjing is an impossible task.

How could I have been so naive and clueless back then?

Wen Jin understood his unspoken meaning.

Wen Jin herself had given up the opportunity to get close to him, so she was out of the game long ago.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes and calmly explained, "President Fu, rest assured, I will not go back to bother you, nor will I try to ruin your relationship with Miss He."

"I'm simply doing my job."

"Strictly in accordance with official procedures?"

Fu Yanjing turned around, and with his height advantage, his disdainful gaze resembled that of a judge or scrutinizer looking down on someone in a lower position.

“Talking to you about business is a waste of my time. I don’t need any media hype or exposure.”

He raised his eyes slightly. "So, Reporter Wen, you should think about it carefully. In what capacity are you approaching me?"

Wen Jin's breath hitched, and she asked softly, "What if it's a personal relationship?"

A sense of unease welled up within her, and unable to decipher Fu Yanjing's thoughts, she could only clutch her clothes tightly. "Could you please consider this our... fleeting affair and treat it as a private matter?"

Whether or not Fu Yanjing can be interviewed is related to her and Xiaoyin's fate.

It concerns the survival of Mingjing, and even Tang Man's condition.

Wen Jin had no other choice; Fu Yanjing was her only hope.

Fu Yanjing walked up to Wen Jinye in a few steps, his eyes becoming intriguing. "You shouldn't be discussing private matters with me at the company."

Wen Jin's eyes trembled. "What do you mean?"

He raised his hand, his warm fingertips brushing against Wen Jinye's red lips, his low voice like a seduction, "No. 50 Qiushui Bay."

Rumble—

A sudden clap of thunder rose in the distance, and in that instant of flashing lightning, the lightning that lit up half the sky made Wen Jin's face turn deathly pale.

She was trembling all over. "Fu Yanjing, what do you take me for?!"

"In reporter Wen's mind, isn't being aloof worthless?"

Aloofness is worthless.

Many people have said this to Wen Jin.

But when Wen Jinye heard this comment from Fu Yanjing, his pride was crushed inch by inch.

Wen Jinye trembled uncontrollably, and a tear unexpectedly fell, but it did not move Fu Yanjing in the slightest.

He merely sneered, his emotions barely rhetoric. "Wen Jinye, you're good at pleasing others, but when it comes to pleasing me, you look utterly humiliated, don't you?"

"Those three years of pampering you were for nothing."

Those three years were absolutely rotten.

Wen Jin thought to himself.

She couldn't blame anyone, but she tried her best to suppress her emotions, "Mr. Fu, I didn't go to such lengths for work."

He seemed completely unconcerned about Wen Jinye's answer, simply handing the metal lighter to Wen Jinye's palm. The man's voice was deep and carried an undeniable air, "Light my cigarette."

The sharp edge of the lighter pressed against his palm, and Wen Jin trembled, finally standing on tiptoe.

Flames lit up the sky, and smoke billowed around.

He lowered his head, his lips, which smelled of tobacco, brushing against Wen Jinye's ear. "Miss Wen has misunderstood me."

As Wen Jin also shrank back, Fu Yanjing had already suppressed his mischievousness of watching the fun and his expression had returned to its usual aloofness and indifference.

"Tomorrow at 3 PM, bring your people and interview equipment to No. 50 Qiushui Bay. Be there on time."

"Ah Jing, what are you doing?"

The office door was pushed open at some point.

He Jiayu stood conspicuously at the doorway, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wen Jinye without blinking.

Behind her stood her assistant, who looked slightly embarrassed and awkward. "Mr. Fu, Miss He said she had an appointment with you, so she came up directly."

Fu Yanjing waved his hand, granting He Jiayu this privilege, "It's alright, you can go down now."

He sat back down in his office chair, his previous meticulous demeanor gone, replaced by a somewhat languid posture.

"With such a strong wind and rain outside, why did you still come here?"

She naturally stood next to Fu Yanjing, her tone sweet, "Xu Xiangbai said your office is too empty, and he claimed he prepared a big gift for you. I'm really curious since I don't have any announcements today."

"It hasn't arrived yet." Fu Yanjing snorted lightly. "Don't worry, he won't send anything good anyway."

“Okay~” He Jiayu paused, her light gaze turning colder from an angle Fu Yanjing couldn’t see, “What’s the meaning of reporter Wen being here in such terrible weather?”

Fu Yanjing leaned back, showing no intention of explaining, "You yourself said you're a reporter."

In fact, Wen Jin had just wanted to leave, but she hadn't had a chance to interject.

She didn't want to be in the way.

Seeing that He Jiayu had brought her up, Wen Jin also spoke up at the right time, "President Fu, Ms. He, you two talk, I won't disturb you any longer."

After saying that, she nodded politely, opened the office door, and walked out.

Fu Yanjing stared at her stiff back, his eyes unfathomable.

Half a year has passed, and your temper has certainly gotten worse.

A joke elicited such a strong reaction from her.

But she appeared before him time and time again, whether feigning distress or being half-drenched in sweat, and even learned to play hard to get. Her tricks had improved considerably since then.

Do you regret it?

I still haven't found a suitable target.

"Ah Jing, I don't like reporter Wen."

He Jiayu's sudden voice interrupted Fu Yanjing's thoughts, her tone somewhat defiant, "I always felt that she had ulterior motives."

He said casually, "Nobody's asking you to like her."

"But--"

He Jiayu seemed to want to say something more.

But Fu Yanjing had already stood up and casually hooked his suit jacket over his arm. "I'll take you home."

...

The wind and rain were even stronger than before.

The sound of rain was deafening, echoing throughout the city.

Wen Jin's frail figure could barely stand in the raging wind.

It's not easy to hail a taxi in this kind of weather, and Wen Jin's ride-hailing orders have been canceled several times.

But just now, with her thoughts in disarray and her spirits scattered, Wen Jin unknowingly walked out of the Henderson Building. The building was heavily guarded and secure. Although it had only been a few minutes, she could no longer get back into the lobby to take shelter from the rain.

After having her order canceled again, Wen Jin sighed. After confirming that the subway station was less than 500 meters away, she gritted her teeth.

He held the bag above his head and resolutely ran out into the rain.

The heavy rain created a misty atmosphere in front of us.

She could barely open her eyes.

Soaked to the bone, a gust of wind made him shiver.

Passing vehicles splashed water everywhere, and Wen Jin was not spared either.

"Beep beep beep—"

The sharp sound of a horn was right next to my ear.

Wen Jin looked up as well, and the car window beside him was half-lowered, revealing the boy's handsome face.

"Sister Jinye? What are you doing here?"

"The wind and rain are too strong right now. Get in the car and I'll take you home."

Seeing the familiar face, Wen Jin did not refuse.

Little did they know that on the other side of the road—

A black Maybach was hidden in the night and rain.