Chapter 144: This is the home Mr. Fu left for you

Chapter 144: This is the home Mr. Fu left for you

Wen Jin only realized this belatedly.

She has a history of depression, and it's hard not to wonder why she would turn off her phone and go missing at this critical juncture.

Wen Jin was also somewhat embarrassed. Although she was not at fault, her actions had caused widespread anxiety.

"I received too many spam calls and text messages, so I have to turn off my phone for now. I'm sorry to have worried you."

She took her phone out of her bag. "I'll call Tang Man right now."

Meng Qinghe's heart, which had been hanging in suspense the whole way, finally settled down when he saw Wen Jinye.

"I'll tell Tang Man, don't turn it on."

Meng Qinghe lightly placed her fingertips on Wen Jinye's wrist, "Don't let these negative voices affect you."

Wen Jinye smiled gently, "Don't worry."

Meng Qinghe and Wen Jin also went home together and packed some things.

Two more groups of troublemakers arrived, holding loudspeakers and repeatedly hurling insults at Wen Jinye's door until she called the police.

But we definitely can't stay in this house tonight.

Not just tonight.

With this address exposed, Wen Jin should move away from this troublesome place immediately. Even if the heat of this matter fades and Wen Jin remains innocent from beginning to end, it is still difficult to determine whether she will be targeted by someone with ulterior motives.

In this world, there are plenty of psychologically disturbed people who are unhappy with their lives.

She was a woman living alone with a harmless dog; she seemed completely incapable of protecting herself.

Meng Qinghe frowned. "At this time, there's not even enough time to find a place to live, and staying in a hotel is not a long-term solution. Why don't you move to my place first, and I'll go back to my parents' house for a while?"

"I can't trouble you like that. I'll stay in a hotel for a while. If I can't find a suitable place to live right away, I'll move to An Yu's place."

Meng Qinghe has already helped her a lot, and Wen Jin can never repay the debt of gratitude she owes him.

Seeing her firm attitude, Meng Qinghe did not insist any further.

As dusk approached, Wen Jin had almost finished packing her things.

Meng Qinghe had a deliveryman bring some latex paint downstairs, and then went down to pick it up himself.

"Let's repaint the outside walls. I don't want you to leave these words behind after you move out, so people won't misunderstand."

He was thoughtful, rolled up his long sleeves, and got to work immediately.

The white latex paint, layer by layer, covered away the bright red marks under the roller.

Meng Qinghe's face was splattered with paint, and a few specks of white paint fell at the corners of his eyes. Wen Jin was also worried that the paint would irritate his skin if it dried on his face.

I went back inside and got some wet wipes for Meng Qinghe.

He was wearing gloves, which were covered in paint stains, so it was unrealistic to expect him to wipe the marks off his face himself.

Wen Jin naturally held up the wet wipe, her eyes devoid of any romantic feelings, and said, "I'll help you."

However, the two were already of vastly different heights, and Meng Qinghe was also standing on a stool.

At such a distance, even Wen Jin's efforts to tiptoe were in vain.

Meng Qinghe threw the roller into the latex paint bucket, then bent down abruptly, getting closer to the two of them.

The cool, damp wipe brushed across his face, accompanied by the smooth, moist touch of his fingertips.

Meng Qinghe's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Now, you can actually rely on me."

Wen Jin paused for a moment, "I already owe you so much."

She used the word "owe".

Meng Qinghe lowered his eyes with restraint, unable to say some of the words he wanted to say.

Even if they said it aloud, it would only push the distance between them further apart.

Anyway—

Fu Yanjing has returned to Hong Kong.

Perhaps, he still has a long time to slowly win Wen Jinye's heart.

The elevator rang again.

Meng Qinghe and Wen Jin looked at the corner at almost the same time.

Today's events have been so dramatic and unpredictable that it's hard not to be vigilant.

But Wen Jin never expected that the person who came would be Fu Yanjing's assistant.

It turns out that when he returned to Hong Kong without a trace, even his assistant stayed behind in Jiangbei.

The assistant who stayed behind could never have imagined that such a mocking thought would flash beneath Wen Jin's calm face.

He was simply a little surprised by the scene before him.

Handsome man.

pretty girl.

They are of similar age.

The length matches.

The posture was intimate.

The interaction was heartwarming.

The assistant quickly went through the keywords of the current scene in his mind and came to some conclusions that had not yet been verified.

However, this conclusion may be true or false, and it won't affect his current work.

Assistant Dong remained as businesslike as ever, and said sternly, "Reporter Wen, I had no choice but to visit you in person because your phone was switched off when I tried to call you. I hope you can understand."

"Is there something you need, Assistant Dong?"

He methodically took a document out of his briefcase, his expression and speaking speed resembling that of an emotionless work robot.

"Before Mr. Fu left Hong Kong, he left you the house in Qiushui Bay. You need to sign these documents."

He handed the pen and the document, both with the cap open, to Wen Jinye.

Wen Jin also looked somewhat stunned and puzzled, "Why did he leave the Qiushui Bay house to me?"

In the past, Wen Jin had never asked Fu Yanjing for anything valuable.

Although Fu Yanjing didn't care about that carefully maintained balance.

Now, she's even less likely to want it.

"This is the home that Mr. Fu left for you."

"I don't need it."

Wen Jin didn't even glance at the property transfer document. She stretched out her hand, holding a wet wipe, and pointed towards the elevator entrance.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Assistant Dong, but this is also a problem that Fu Yanjing has caused you. If it's convenient, could you please pass on my message that I don't want his house, and I don't need him to leave me a home?"

"Our current relationship is not suitable for any kind of entanglement."

Seeing that Wen Jin's attitude remained unmoved, the assistant couldn't help but try to persuade him earnestly.

"The house in Qiushui Bay is worth tens of millions, Reporter Wen, you are free to dispose of it as you see fit."

He toiled away for most of his life, and even if he didn't eat or drink, he could barely afford it!

Having mastered economics through a long process, the assistant's mindset inevitably carries a profit-driven ingrained bias.

He considered these words to be the heartfelt words of a working-class man, unaware that the words themselves were ambiguous.

The home Wen Jin wanted was never a cold, impersonal house.

Her finger remained pointing in the same direction; no words were needed. Her gestures were the best way to dismiss him.

The assistant had a good impression of Wen Jinye before, and having seen many people, she could tell at a glance that Wen Jinye was an aloof person.

But he underestimated this extremely proud and stubborn nature.

They don't even want things that are offered to them.

The house, handed over without a second thought, felt more like trash; she didn't even give the document a second glance.

There wasn't the slightest thought of wavering.

On one hand, there was Fu Yanjing's task before he left, and he never imagined that this task would be so difficult to complete.

On one hand, Wen Jin also had a cold attitude.

It wasn't until the man behind her got off the low stool that he half-blocked Wen Jinye's path, his gloves, covered in latex paint, remained on.

This stance seemed to divide them into camps; his protective posture also indicated a close relationship with Wen Jin.

The assistant inexplicably sensed a certain defensiveness and confrontation from the other party's gentle and moved expression.

These precautions, of course, were not intended to target him.

The assistant was perfectly aware of the situation.

But his boss's love affairs were none of his business to ponder.

Meng Qinghe nodded politely, "Please thank Mr. Fu for his kindness on our behalf."

“But now that it’s been refused, it’s a refusal. There’s no reason to force it on you, even if it’s given away.”

With things having come to this point, the assistant naturally understood that the "gift" that President Fu had prepared for Wen Jinye before leaving Jiangbei could not be given away.

He put the documents back into his briefcase, nodded, and said, "Sorry to bother you."

After leaving the Still Water Garden, the assistant dialed Fu Yanjing's number.

For the first second after answering the call, I could still hear ambient noise.

But soon, it was as if the phone had been muted instantly.

"boss."

What did she say?

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