Chapter 126: I'm so sad

Chapter 126: I'm so sad

The driver had been waiting by the roadside for a long time.

Seeing Fu Yanjing holding Wen Jinye in a very protective posture, the driver quickly opened the car door.

Fu Yanjing bent down, intending to put the person into the back seat first.

But Wen Jin was like a piece of duckweed, clinging to the last piece of driftwood. Her brow furrowed, and she let out an unhappy whimper.

I feel extremely insecure.

Helpless, Fu Yanjing could only carefully support Wen Jinye's waist and, in a frustrated manner, carry her into the car together.

He let her snuggle in his arms.

The driver drove smoothly, and you could hardly feel any bumps.

The car interior was dark and cramped. Fu Yanjing patted Wen Jinye's back intermittently, like he was soothing a child to sleep.

The neon lights outside the car window flashed before Fu Yanjing's eyes. His voice was low as he asked, "Wen Jinye, was I really that bad to you back then?"

An Yu scolded him, Wen Jin avoided him, and even Meng Qinghe tried to advise him.

What heinous crime did he commit?

When she first barged into my world, wasn't it also just for fun?

Fu Yanjing remembered that Christmas Eve when he took Wen Jin to Switzerland for vacation.

In the cozy house, she received a call from An Yu.

Outside, the wind and snow were rustling, and she went out wearing a white, high-necked sweater.

Fu Yanjing was worried that she would catch a cold, so he brought her a coat.

But standing by the doorway, he heard her calm reply as she exhaled cold air.

"His world is just for fun; I have no designs on it."

“An Yu, I am perfectly sober.”

Fu Yanjing stood there, never pushing open the door.

It turns out she was more sensible than I had imagined.

But the wind and snow outside the window seemed to blow into his heart, and he inexplicably felt a little cold.

He tossed the coat back onto the soft sofa, and the people he had been chatting and laughing with asked him why he looked so sullen.

Fu Yanjing couldn't answer.

*

The front of her clothes was soaked, leaving a dark watermark.

Fu Yanjing snapped out of his daze and noticed that Wen Jin was also crying.

Tears welled up like a floodgate had opened, and I started sobbing out of nowhere.

Fu Yanjing brought her tissues to wipe her face, but he couldn't get it clean.

She rubbed her face against Fu Yanjing's chest, saying, "Fu Yanjing, you are Fu Yanjing."

The less-than-pleasant memories still left Fu Yanjing with a lump in his throat. He hummed softly, a hint of mockery in his voice, "You're only just realizing that?"

After saying that, I wondered if I had been too harsh.

This is the first time a prodigy has reflected on himself; why bother arguing about past grievances with an alcoholic?

He softened his voice, "Why are you crying?"

Wen Jin's tone was unclear, but Fu Yanjing still heard it.

She said, "I'm so sad—"

Fu Yanjing felt as if a string had been plucked, the lingering sound echoing around him.

What are you sad about?

Wen Jin lay on his chest, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"Fu Yanjing, you don't love me."

"You never expected a future with me."

Someone cut in line in the distance, their horn blaring throughout the street.

Wen Jin's voice grew softer and softer, until it was barely audible to Fu Yanjing, who couldn't hear it at all.

A faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, and his deep voice seemed to coax in the night, "Wen Jinye, what did you say? Say it again?"

"Son of a bitch."

After saying that, she finally drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Fu Yanjing was so angry he laughed. He decided to just roll down the car window and throw Wen Jin out too.

The driver had never seen Fu Yanjing so gentle and humane. He had been discreetly keeping his ears closed, but now he finally spoke up at the opportune moment:

"Mr. Fu, where are we going?"

Just as Fu Yanjing was about to mention Qiushui Bay, the image of Wen Jinye's dog, which didn't even have his shoe size, popped into his mind.

Even when she was drunk and out of her mind, she was still comforting that little dog.

Then, changing the subject, she said, "Let's go to Still Water Garden."

The driver didn't ask anything, he just kept turning the steering wheel at the next traffic light.

Fu Yanjing had been here several times and was so familiar with the place that he felt right at home.

He carried Wen Jin out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the building.

As I stepped into the building, I seemed to remember something and turned my head:

"Don't wait for me, you can go back now."

Then he carried Wen Jin upstairs.

Her bag was heavy, but when opened, it was surprisingly tidy.

All kinds of paper documents are neatly stored in folders in the bag, and the keys are placed in a small compartment inside the bag.

Fu Yanjing opened the door and placed Wen Jin on her soft bed.

The pale pink sheets smelled of floral laundry detergent, and she sank into them, sleeping soundly.

Fu Yanjing soaked a washcloth in warm water and gently wiped Wen Jinye's face.

He had never done this to anyone else, not only in Gangcheng or Jiangbei, but also to Wen Jinye.

She had truly calmed down by now, her soft cheeks flushed with a tipsy glow, and her thick eyelashes were like a baby's.

His breathing was long and even.

Fu Yanjing's heart melted completely.

He gently placed a kiss on the corner of her eye, and it seemed he could still taste the salty-sweet taste of her tears.

“The water is made the same.” He muttered to himself.

After tidying everything up, Fu Yanjing leaned against the wardrobe door, quietly watching Wen Jinye.

The night was quiet and peaceful.

A strange and painful sense of loss flashed through his mind.

If only he could have stayed in Jiangbei a little longer.

Fu Yanjing looked down as his trouser leg was lightly tugged.

Seeing that the little dog, Chiu Chiu, had an unopened snack in its mouth and was looking at him with its big, watery eyes.

He wasn't fierce when he needed something from me.

She's just as pragmatic as her mother.

Fu Yanjing gave a silent, cold laugh.

I crouched down and found that the puppy was also being well cared for by Wen Jin.

He tore open the snack bag in a bad mood.

After serving the older one, you serve the younger one.

Fu Yanjing haphazardly stroked Chuchu twice.

"Tonight you'll sleep with me instead of your mother."

Chirp: I've never heard of someone offering themselves up for a treat?

*

Wen Jin woke up at four in the morning.

The view outside the window was still a deep blue.

A dull, throbbing pain throbbed in her temples, and Wen Jin's mouth was dry. Somewhat bewildered, she sat up in bed.

The faint fragrance in the air and the surrounding environment made Wen Jin feel at ease.

She was a little stunned; how did she get back?

An Yu? Small cause?

Their situation is no better than Wen Jin's.

Wen Jin's mind was completely blank. The many vague memories and chaotic dreams from last night were intertwined, and she had no clue what to do with them.

She vaguely remembered hearing Meng Qinghe's voice.

Wen Jin also picked up her phone from beside her pillow and found that it was charging.

There were several unread messages in my WeChat, all from Meng Qinghe.

Why did you drink so much? Have you been feeling unwell lately?

I've ordered breakfast to be delivered to your doorstep tomorrow morning. Please eat some.

The last time she got drunk, it was Meng Qinghe who brought her home.

Perhaps this guess is more reasonable.

Wen Jin sat on the bed and reflected for a while, deciding that she would never drink so much alcohol again.

Her throat was dry, so she got up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.

Night enveloped every corner of the house, and a cool evening breeze made the white gauze curtains on the balcony rustle.

Upon hearing Wen Jinye's commotion, Qiuqiu jumped off the sofa and wagged its tail as it walked towards Wen Jinye.

At first, Wen Jin didn't notice it until the little whimpering monster whimpered around her feet.

Thinking about how she had been drunk all night and hadn't spent time with it or checked on how well Qiuqiu was eating and drinking, Wen Jin felt a little guilty.

She picked up Qiuqiu and walked to the sofa. "Mommy will change your water, baby."

Wen Jin walked to the edge of the sofa, and only then, with the dim light of the night outside the window, did she realize that something was wrong.

A man was lying on her sofa—

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