Chapter 127: Come Back to Port City with Me

Chapter 127: Come Back to Hong Kong with Me

A surge of tension welled up in Wen Jin's heart, and she didn't have time to recognize anything; her mind went completely blank in an instant.

It's a terrifying feeling, like your scalp is about to explode.

The water glass slipped from my hand and fell from my palm.

The man on the sofa got up and caught the glass steadily, preventing it from shattering.

Only a small amount of cooled boiled water spilled out and landed on Wen Jinye's instep.

The man leaned forward and covered Wen Jinye's mouth with his other hand in time.

A familiar voice, hoarse and sleepy, brushed against Wen Jinye's ear:

Shh...don't disturb the neighbors.

Wen Jin's panicked heartbeat gradually calmed down as she was enveloped by Fu Yanjing's scent.

She tugged at Fu Yanjing's hand that was covering her lips, "What are you doing in my house?"

Fu Yanjing chuckled and asked meaningfully, "What do you think?"

Wen Jin had sobered up by now, but her mind was still a bit sluggish. She belatedly realized, "You brought me back?"

With an incredulous tone tinged with a hint of resistance, Fu Yanjing was utterly amused by her words.

He sat awkwardly on the sofa with his long legs, the fabric of his suit wrinkled and crumpled, giving off a feeling of being a tiger fallen into the plains and bullied by dogs.

Fu Yanjing's tone was a bit cold, "Wen Jinye, why are you sounding so regretful? Who are you trying to get to take you?"

"Which ear of yours heard regret? I just find it surprising."

Fu Yanjing parted his lips slightly, "Left ear and right ear."

I don't know if Qiuqiu wanted to come down and play, or if it wanted Wen Jin to touch its forehead again.

It whimpered in Wen Jinye's arms.

Fu Yanjing glanced at the dog, "Even it could tell something was wrong."

"……Neuropathy."

Wen Jin also turned her body slightly to the side while holding Qiu Qiu, avoiding Fu Yanjing's gaze.

These words somehow touched a nerve with Fu Yanjing, and he let out a low laugh.

Fu Yanjing did not deny it.

Some even agree with it.

How come he was so pleased with her playful yet angry scolding?

Wen Jin would never have cursed him like this in the past.

They also won't get angry with themselves.

Only on rare occasions will she be in low spirits, and her sullen tone sounds more like a whine.

Half a year later, the past and present scenes intertwine, and she seems to come even more vivid in Fu Yanjing's heart.

Wen Jin also recalled the last time she got drunk and left a clear teeth mark on Fu Yanjing's collarbone. Her drinking habits were generally poor, and she also had a habit of blacking out.

This is exactly the same as An Yu's situation.

Wen Jin was also unsure, "I don't think I did anything wrong while I was drunk, did I?"

Fu Yanjing crossed her legs.

A face hidden in the darkness spoke ambiguously, "Would you like me to help you remember?"

Wen Jin felt even more uneasy. Although she didn't remember, she felt inexplicably guilty and spoke faster, "No need, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

He felt completely out of place on this fabric sofa; even sitting on it made him feel cramped. He couldn't imagine how Fu Yanjing would feel sleeping on it.

So Wen Jin also said, "Thank you for bringing me back. You can go home now."

Fu Yanjing curled his lips, "Wen Jinye, you're quite adept at kicking people away after using them, aren't you? You're already thinking of kicking people out as soon as you've sobered up."

Even if he truly cared, he could have easily left himself at home before leaving.

Could it be that he's drunk and acting crazy?

Wen Jin also suffered from the memory loss and couldn't understand why Fu Yanjing was so attached to this sofa. "Then do as you please."

Fu Yanjing squinted as she turned and went back to the bedroom with Qiuqiu in her arms.

They didn't even leave themselves a single dog hair.

Wen Jin had only taken a few steps when she became really curious about how Meng Qinghe knew she was drunk.

In her half-awake state, her fragmented consciousness only allowed her to remember Meng Qinghe's blurry figure.

She wanted to go back and ask, "Was Meng Qinghe also there last night?"

He beckoned to me, "Come here and I'll tell you."

Wen Jin also walked a little closer to him without any suspicion.

But Fu Yanjing's legs, which had nowhere to go, had straightened up at some point, and Wen Jin, not noticing in the darkness, was suddenly tripped.

Startled, Chirp jumped onto the coffee table, and the water glass ultimately couldn't escape its fate of shattering.

Wen Jin also leaned forward uncontrollably.

A strong arm hooked around her slender waist, and Wen Jin fell into Fu Yanjing's arms.

Her long hair brushed against the brooch on Fu Yanjing's suit jacket, gently catching a few soft strands of hair that were tangled together.

The slight pain on her scalp was quickly dispelled by the pounding of Fu Yanjing's heart.

Has anyone told you that it's dangerous to frequently mention another man's name in front of a man?

Fu Yanjing's deep voice rang out from Wen Jinye, like a plucked string.

Wen Jin just wanted to make sure that she hadn't bothered Meng Qinghe or wasted his time last night.

She tried to get up from Fu Yanjing, but the arm across her waist pressed down instead of lifting.

"Baby, let me hold you for a while." The sigh wasn't one of helplessness, but rather carried an indescribable, tender longing.

A gentle breeze flowed through the hall.

"Don't you remember anything from last night?" Fu Yanjing asked, coaxing him gently.

"I remember a little bit."

"for example?"

Wen Jinye: "I only remember that it seemed to be Meng—"

"Shut up."

Fu Yanjing reached behind Wen Jinye's ear with his other hand and pinched the tender flesh of her earlobe.

"Do you remember calling me last night?"

When she was so drunk that she was out of her mind, and mistakenly thought she was in danger, the first person she thought of was herself.

She wasn't cold and prickly at all; she leaned against his chest, her sleeping face peaceful and dependent.

Even the hardest steel can be transformed into something as soft as silk.

His voice was deep and tender, "Call me, husband."

Under Fu Yanjing's warm palm, Wen Jin's back muscles stiffened instantly.

I don't know if it's because they know there's no future for them, but they're still caught in this complicated and tangled situation.

It must have been too painful for Wen Jinye when she first returned to Jiangbei.

She was gripped by an indescribable anxiety.

Those expectations and desires that she had deliberately withdrawn and abandoned are showing signs of resurfacing.

Wen Jin also forced herself to detach herself from this tender moment.

"I might have mistaken someone for someone else."

Fu Yanjing said, "You can mistake a person for someone else, and you can also mistake an 11-digit phone number?"

He had a confident air about him, saying, "Wen Jinye, stop being so stubborn."

He lowered his head and bit Wen Jinye's ear, "You still have me in your heart."

These words were like a needle stuck in Wen Jinye's acupoint, causing all of Wen Jinye's blood to freeze.

She closed her eyes briefly, composed herself, and said, "No, I've long forgotten."

Fu Yanjing's breath lingered in Wen Jinye's ear before he suddenly rolled over and pinned Wen Jinye beneath him.

"Little liar."

That impulse, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, could no longer be suppressed.

"Wen Jinye, come back to Gangcheng with me."

In the darkness, they couldn't see each other's micro-expressions.

But Wen Jin could feel Fu Yanjing's burning gaze fixed on her face.

This is his signal that he wants things to go well.

For someone like him, bowing his head voluntarily is harder than climbing to heaven.

Nighttime can make people lose their minds.

Wen Jinye's heart almost got lost in the silent night.

She forced herself to calm down and not repeat the same mistake.

"Go back to the port city, and then what?"