Chapter 136: A Home for Her

Chapter 136: Her Home

"Bang—"

A glass of wine was smashed against the corner of the wall, shattering into pieces.

Everyone was bewildered and stared in astonishment at the corner of the wall.

Champagne-colored liquid flowed down, scattering glass everywhere.

Lu Teng also looked over in surprise, but by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a dark shadow descending from above.

The next second, a sharp gust of wind and heavy force landed on his face, Lu Teng's ears rang, and his mouth was full of blood.

The other person was thrown to the ground, dizzy and disoriented, staring at the dazzling light overhead.

Fu Yanjing looked down at him, the tip of his black leather shoe resting on his cheek. He heard Fu Yanjing say in a sinister tone, "It's you."

Lu Teng hadn't even had time to react.

Fu Yanjing ripped off his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and then turned it into a fist that landed on Lu Teng's face.

He struggled to get up, but Fu Yanjing repeatedly grabbed his collar, dragged him up, and punched him to the ground.

Lu Teng's head slammed heavily against the cold floor, his mind buzzing, his consciousness fading, and even his eyes becoming unfocused.

Everyone in the private room fell silent, watching Fu Yanjing's sudden outburst, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Fearing that they might get into trouble.

Seeing that Lu Teng's pleas for mercy were barely audible, Xu Xiangbai stepped forward and pulled him back.

"Ah Jing, that's enough. If you really cause something bad, you'll just get your hands dirty."

After saying that, he kicked the half-dead Lu Teng as if he were trash, and glanced at the people around him.

"Whoever brought this trash in here, please take it away right now."

The person who led the way didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Fu Yanjing slowly pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the bloodstains from his fingertips.

His chest heaved, the anger from before still lingering. Xu Xiangbai handed Fu Yanjing a glass of wine to calm him down.

Now, as he slowly recalled the details before Fu Yanjing suddenly got angry, he quickly pieced things together and understood.

"You beast who doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables, you dare to paint anyone's portrait, huh? You're not satisfied with the country's food, I'll send you in for a few more years so you can finally have some peace and quiet."

Even if Lu Teng was completely out of his mind, he would suddenly realize the truth at this moment.

But his mouth was full of blood, he had lost several teeth, and his face was swollen beyond recognition.

His words came out in a muffled, incoherent way, not a single word of which could be understood.

The crimson in Fu Yanjing's eyes faded, and he became aloof and unapproachable.

He sat on the back of the sofa, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and pulled out a long, thin cigarette, holding it in his mouth.

Someone tactfully stepped forward to help him light the fire.

Thin, translucent smoke drifted from his lips.

"Some things, if kept, will only harm young girls."

"Take care of it."

Soon, several well-trained bodyguards in black arrived at the scene and dragged Lu Teng away like a dead pig, followed by Lu Teng's bald old father.

She kept crying and begging for mercy.

But it was to no avail.

Fu Yanjing lost all patience with his crying.

"If you can't manage your son, I'll manage him for you."

"If you don't manage it properly next time, it won't just be the things below that get lost."

No one would doubt the truth of this statement.

Naturally, Lu Teng's father knew Lu Teng's bad habits better than anyone else.

This isn't the first time he's committed any evil deeds; this time, he's really messed with a big shot.

Xu Xiangbai was keen on adding insult to injury: "Stop crying and wailing, hurry up and thank the emperor for his grace."

And so the drinking party came to an end.

When everyone is in a state of fear, no one will linger.

Fu Yanjing picked up the car keys from the table, with Xu Xiangbai following behind him.

"While that beast was indeed hateful, did you really need to make such a fuss? You and Reporter Wen are a thing of the past." Xu Xiangbai's words carried a hint of probing. "And you don't like—"

"I think I like her." Fu Yanjing's calm eyes trembled, and he had to admit, "She treats me differently."

A single, casual remark shut Xu Xiangbai up.

He probably didn't expect Fu Yanjing to admit it so frankly, and he stood there dumbfounded like a puppet.

The smoke drifted from Fu Yanjing's lips as he spoke, "But she doesn't like me anymore."

"This kind of thing gets boring if it's only one-sided."

A forced relationship will not be sweet.

Everything that Fu Yanjing received was offered up by others with utmost respect and flattery, hoping for his favor.

He never pursued anything unilaterally.

He couldn't bring himself to force them to stay.

Moreover, at this critical juncture, the old man's health is deteriorating, and he needs to return to Hong Kong.

Even the weather wasn't cooperating.

Xu Xiangbai froze for several seconds, still somewhat incredulous, "Didn't you ever think of... trying again?"

I realized it was inappropriate after I said it.

With such a vast difference in their backgrounds, some things cannot be decided solely based on the mutual consent of two people.

Moreover.

Fu Yanjing is such a proud person, he never bows his head.

Sure enough, Fu Yanjing stopped in front of the private room and said calmly, "Let it be. It's not like I can't live without her. Let's turn the page and move on."

It was so obvious that no one could detect anything unusual.

Only Fu Yanjing knew the overwhelming mix of emotions that welled up inside him.

He told himself that he had already developed many uncontrollable emotions and impulses for Wen Jin.

It's time to stop here.

Xu Xiangbai sighed softly, and after a while, asked, "You're leaving tomorrow?"

"Um."

Fu Yanjing glanced at him sideways, "Someone from Hengji will take over, and it's not certain that they won't come back at all. It depends on the old man's health."

"Can you do me a favor?"

It was rare to hear the word "help" from Fu Yanjing, so Xu Xiangbai raised an eyebrow. "What can I do for you?"

Fu Yanjing suppressed all his emotions. "Transfer that house in Qiushui Bay to Wen Jinye's name for me."

She desperately wanted a stable home.

Perhaps this way, her wish can be considered fulfilled.

But after saying that, she was afraid that Xu Xiangbai, being so carefree and unrestrained, with his mind full of romantic affairs, wouldn't be able to do this job well.

"Never mind, let the assistant do it."

His detached and aloof demeanor made Xu Xiangbai think that hearing Fu Yanjing say "She treats me differently" was just an illusion.

"Consider it compensation for her."

After saying that, Fu Yanjing pushed open the door to the private room.

A white piece of scrap paper lay conspicuously on the dark red carpet near the entrance, just like an exam paper.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Xu Xiangbai squatted down and picked it up; it really was an exam paper.

"Where did this exam paper come from? Is a minor doing exams here?"

He looked around and saw that the exam paper was stained with water, and the candidate information area was completely blurred, leaving only a blob of black ink.

But the handwriting on the exam paper looked somewhat familiar.

Xu Xiangbai exclaimed in surprise, "Ah Jing, this handwriting looks a bit like yours."

Fu Yanjing showed no interest whatsoever, not even glancing at it, and continued walking without stopping. "If you like it, you can keep it. I have no objection."

Xu Xiangbai threw the exam paper back on the ground, stepping on it with his shoe, leaving it wrinkled.

*

A light rain began to fall outside, bringing with it the coolness unique to autumn.

The entire city was shrouded in damp, rainy mist.

The taxi smelled musty and stuffy.

Wen Jin leaned her head against the car window, gazing at the bustling traffic under the neon lights.

There wasn't a trace of tears left on her face; only her reddened eyes still bore the marks of her crying.

The eyes, reflecting the shards of light, were like a silent ocean, without a single ripple.

Then the phone rang, and An Yu called.

"Honey, did you tell Fu Yanjing?"

"No."

Wen Jin tightened her grip on the phone and said quietly, "An Yu, I will never have the urge to tell Fu Yanjing again."

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I think this pace is normal; most people can read through three to five chapters very smoothly and quickly.

It might be because I'm only updating two chapters a day.

I'll try my best!

See you tomorrow, my wives!