Chapter 138: I really don't want to leave

Chapter 138: I really don't want to leave

Xiao Yin, having heard the rumor from somewhere, lowered her voice and spoke with great conviction.

"It seems to be for a marriage alliance in Hong Kong. The marriages of the rich are really something."

Wen Jin's expression remained unchanged. "I understand. I'll go back tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, An Yu snorted coldly and said with a ferocious expression:

"I wish him a baby with eight boys!"

Wen Jin smiled and said, "For wealthy families, these words are genuine blessings, okay?"

That's true.

Eight more lucky people have been born to enjoy the world, and who, apart from crying at birth, will have plenty of laughter afterward.

“Then I take it back.” An Yu changed her mind fiercely, “Then I wish Fu Yanjing would lose his fertility and be able to grind an iron rod into a needle.”

After saying this, he put his hands together and bowed towards the sun.

People were coming and going in the hospital.

An Yu's words were spoken without being heard, which attracted the attention of several passing patients.

Wen Jin quickly covered An Yu's mouth, "Keep your voice down."

An Yu was very easygoing and waved her hand, "It's okay, we don't know each other anyway."

Turning my head, I saw a figure in a white coat standing not far away.

People came and went, mostly family members of patients, walking in a hurry.

Only he had his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his gentle gaze behind his glasses fixed steadily in this direction.

An Yu immediately fell silent, speechless, feeling a burning sensation on her face.

How come he, an oncologist, is running all over the hospital?

But then I thought, since the oncology department and the neurology department are on the same floor, it's not surprising that we might run into each other.

Wen Jin also felt embarrassed, but forced herself to greet him, "Dr. Zhou."

Zhou Jichen nodded politely, as if he didn't recognize An Yu, or perhaps he didn't remember An Yu at all.

He draped his white coat over his arm, and Wen Jin asked, "Are you getting ready to leave work?"

His gaze, which fell on Wen Jinye, seemed particularly meaningful. "A farewell to Ajing. His flight is tonight."

"It's fine." Wen Jinye's tone was indifferent, as if it were none of his business.

An Yu just made a huge fool of herself again, not to mention she now has a condition:

Seeing Zhou Jichen reminds her of the strange illness that led to her being rejected when she confessed her feelings at a young age.

And the embarrassing incident from last time when I drank too much fake alcohol and had to get an IV drip.

She just wanted to pull Wen Jin away quickly, and said dryly without any emotion, "Mr. Fu is a man of the world, it's not surprising that he goes anywhere. I wish him a safe journey."

Zhou Jichen adjusted his glasses. "I will convey Miss An's blessings."

Wen Jin also wanted to visit Tang Man on the way, so she left in the opposite direction from Zhou Jichen.

It wasn't until the person had walked away that An Yu belatedly realized what had happened:

"etc--"

What blessing did he want to convey?

*

The streetlights in the neighborhood were dim and faint, like the dim starlight.

The cool autumn wind dispelled the lingering smell of alcohol on his body.

But Fu Yanjing felt even more dizzy and couldn't wake up no matter what he did.

Just as he didn't know why he was delayed to the next flight, he also didn't know why he was downstairs at Wen Jinye's house.

There were cigarette butts all around my feet.

Fu Yanjing looked up at a brightly lit window above him.

The warm, dim light, the white gauze curtains, and her graceful figure.

I don't know what she was tidying up; sometimes she bent over, sometimes she hung things up, and she even watered the plants on the balcony.

She loved the natural evening breeze, cool and refreshing. The wind rustled the gauze curtains, causing them to flutter in the air, and Fu Yanjing briefly but clearly saw her gentle profile.

My throat felt dry and bitter.

Fu Yanjing felt an urge raging within him, like a wild beast about to break free of its cage.

I really don't want to leave.

Or perhaps—

Take her away.

I'll be a bastard and kidnap her, whether she wants to or not.

It's much better to have her by my side than to forget each other like this.

Unfortunately, the old man's health collapsed at this time.

Like a program that had been programmed long ago, he had been rational and law-abiding for so long, and for the first time he wanted to do something outside the established path, he got stuck at this very moment.

Even God isn't on his side.

Fu Yanjing took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to have a nightmare, until the sudden ringing of his phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Boss, we have to go, or we'll miss our flight."

"I see."

He hung up the phone and extinguished the last cigarette between his fingers.

There's really nothing to miss.

His usual principle is that everyone in his life is just a passerby.

It was just the first taste of being out of control, a brief setback and a pity. Perhaps in the days to come, it would be nothing more than that.

He simply returned to his original life trajectory.

Fu Yanjing turned around.

"Woof woof woof—"

A little corgi rushed to its feet.

"DouDou".

Immediately afterwards, an old man emerged from the shadows, saying, "Why are you running around like this?"

Fu Yanjing knew her; she was Wen Jinye's neighbor, Grandma Wang.

She clearly remembered Fu Yanjing as well.

"Hey, you're that Xiao Fu, right? Jinye's boyfriend? Sorry, I thought there weren't many people in the neighborhood at this hour, so I untied DouDou's rope. Did I scare you?"

"It's nothing," Fu Yanjing said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Grandma Wang hung the rope back around Dou Dou's neck and looked at Fu Yanjing, "You came to find Jin Ye, why didn't you go upstairs?"

Perhaps it was the bleak atmosphere surrounding Fu Yanjing that was too obvious, because Grandma Wang noticed something was wrong and asked in a low voice, "Did you and Jin have a fight too?"

Fu Yanjing didn't know how to answer. His feet seemed to be fixed in place by cement. He stared blankly up at the window with the dim, warm light shining through.

Grandma Wang sighed knowingly, "It's normal for young people to have arguments and friction."

Having lived for so many years, she could honestly say she had a clear understanding of life, and judging from Fu Yanjing's overall demeanor, she knew he was no ordinary person.

"Jin has a good personality and rarely argues with others, but this child has one thing in common: a strong sense of self-esteem."

It's inevitable to say hurtful things during arguments, and judging from Fu Yanjing's behavior, he doesn't seem like the type to patiently coax people.

"If you just lower your head a little, maybe you'll make up. Two people who like each other shouldn't miss out on each other."

They like each other.

There was no mutual affection between them.

She had disliked him for a long time.

All the rejections Fu Yanjing had ever received in his life came from Wen Jinye's mouth.

He truly couldn't lower his head, and—

It's unnecessary.

My phone vibrated again.

A message from my assistant.

Boss, are you out yet? Do you need me to come into the complex to pick you up?

It's going to be too late.

Grandma Wang was still talking, with the belief that it's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage, "Or I can help you persuade Jinye."

"No need, don't tell her."

He will no longer bother Wen Jinye, nor will he go back to her.

It was because of this that she had resolved to challenge her family's authority, but she refused.

Fu Yanjing would never linger or turn back at the same crossroads repeatedly.

Fu Yanjing didn't look back, and walked away with steady steps.

"I have to go now."

Grandma Wang shook her head as she led the dog, "Young people are just too proud."

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