Chapter 152: Watching her stroll in the rain with another man

Chapter 152: Watching her stroll in the rain with another man

“Fu Yanjing, why don’t we get engaged? I don’t think you have a better choice than me for a marriage alliance, and besides, we are on the same path.”

"And your grandfather really likes me and even invited me to his 80th birthday celebration."

"Fu Yanjing, are you even listening to me?"

On the bus, Sheng Pianran had an extremely strong desire to speak, but her words seemed to sink without a trace.

She received no response from the man.

She turned her head to grab Fu Yanjing's sleeve, but then immediately remembered Fu Yanjing's resistance to physical contact with her.

No matter how arrogant she was, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous with Fu Yanjing.

So he waved his hand in mid-air and then withdrew it.

Fu Yanjing's gaze was fixed solely on the phone screen, and a dark undercurrent seemed to surge beneath his dark pupils.

What are you looking at?

On his phone, Fu Yanjing had watched the video Zhao Jinming sent him countless times.

He habitually pays attention to every detail.

Thus, the openwork design at the waist is clearly visible, and Meng Qinghe's hand is firmly holding her waist.

And in the midst of the dizzying moment, Wen Jinye's lips brushed against Meng Qinghe's sleeve.

A faint touch of red was left on the light blue shirt fabric.

He then thought of the message from his assistant who was staying behind in Jiangbei.

"The man standing next to her seems to be reporter Wen's boyfriend. The two of them were decorating reporter Wen's home together and even repainted the exterior walls."

So, they really are together.

That's why we all agreed to attend our senior's wedding, eager to announce it to the world.

Back when Wen Jin was with him, they hid from each other, afraid of being discovered by acquaintances.

Fu Yanjing suddenly felt like a resentful woman, and everything she did was wrong because of jealousy.

Meng Qinghe is an eyesore.

Strangely, Wen Jin also chose him.

It's all because of the awful weather in the port city; it's gloomy and rainy again.

Where did he get so much resentment from?

Fu Yanjing turned the phone face down.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It also effectively blocked Sheng Pianran's prying gaze.

She pursed her lips. "What is it that's so precious that you won't let people see it? Is it a trade secret?"

"Can you seriously consider my proposal? Marry me, and let's make this a real marriage."

The autumn rain made the bustling scenery outside the window seem a bit desolate. Fu Yanjing's voice was very flat, "I'm not considering it."

Having grown accustomed to being rejected by Fu Yanjing, Sheng Pianran was no longer surprised.

In any case, for wealthy families like theirs, consolidating their foundations and expanding their empires is inseparable from marriage alliances.

Moreover, the Fu family is a traditional, century-old wealthy family.

A marriage alliance was inevitable, and Sheng Pianran was confident that she was very competitive.

She shrugged. "It's okay, I'll ask you again next time. Anyway, I won't give up until I see you marry someone else."

Fu Yanjing raised his lowered eyelids.

"Just because you've seen it doesn't mean you can give up."

"Perhaps."

The car weaved through the bustling area, with a huge shopping mall across the street.

"parking."

Sheng Pianran looked completely bewildered.

"Get out of the car. Another driver will pick you up in a bit. I'll pay for everything you need inside."

"Where are you going?"

*

Meng Qinghe's visit to Wen Jin and his tour of the port city was a pretense; his true purpose was to fulfill a mission.

After the wedding ended and everyone was leaving, Meng Qinghe finally told Wen Jin the purpose of his trip.

Wen Jin never expected that he would learn from Meng Qinghe that Xiao Yin's boyfriend was going to propose to her.

Xiao Yin has always wanted to travel to the port city.

She had imagined the scene of being proposed to many times.

Prayer flags flutter beneath the sacred snow-capped mountains.

Or perhaps, on the boundless grassland, the wind carries a delicate fragrance.

And in the night view of Victoria Harbour, she stands in the heart of the bustling city, overlooking the neon lights.

They had a fight a while ago and were in a cold war for a long time, but they have finally recovered from their relationship problems.

Xiaoyin's boyfriend felt it was time.

Furthermore, Wen Jin and Meng Qinghe both appeared in Gangcheng at the same time due to their own matters, creating a perfect storm of favorable timing, location, and circumstances.

This led him to devise this grand plan for a marriage proposal.

But he and Xiaoyin knew each other too well, and he was afraid that Xiaoyin would notice his slightest move and thus lose the surprise.

Therefore, Wen Jin and Meng Qinghe became his best cover.

"So from Xiaoyin's perspective, it's me proposing to you. Xiaoyin can't keep secrets, so if she winks at you or tries to create ambiguity between us, you'd better not give it away."

It's unclear how Xiaoyin's boyfriend managed to bribe Meng Qinghe, making someone as indifferent to worldly affairs as him so diligently handle this matter.

"Tomorrow you and Xiaoyin can go shopping together, and Xiangheng and I will make the arrangements. He even hired a professional proposal planner; it'll be very romantic."

Wen Jin also gave an OK sign.

It's raining outside.

The hotel provided umbrellas for each guest.

Ji Shuxin and Chen Zhaoxu saw the guests off together.

She hugged Wen Jinye. "I'm sorry, Jinye, Niki is too naughty, she almost hurt you. When are you going back to Jiangbei? Or you could stay a few more days? I'll treat you two to dinner."

I'll be back in a couple of days.

Ji Shuxin immediately took out her phone, "Then I'll extend your hotel stay for two more days. You and this Dr. Meng...?"

Meng Qinghe waved his hand, "Don't worry about me, I've already booked it in advance."

After saying that, she whispered to Wen Jin, "I booked it while I was helping Xiang Heng book the room for his proposal."

Ji Shuxin listened to only half of what he said, then asked, "What proposal?"

Looking at Meng Qinghe in shock, she asked, "Are you going to propose to Wen Jinye? Can I be a part of it too?"

Meng Qinghe was about to explain, "No—"

But Chen Zhaoxu impatiently interrupted him, "Alright, we have other important guests to see off, don't waste time here."

With that, he pulled Ji Shuxin away.

This is clearly not a considerate way to treat a husband.

Meng Qinghe glanced at her indifferently and said cryptically, "Your senior's views on choosing a partner and marriage are very bold."

Everyone has the right to pursue their own different lifestyle.

What Ji Shuxin pursues is money and status.

"She will be happy," Wen Jinye said softly but firmly.

The fine drizzle added a graceful, hazy filter to the city.

Meng Qinghe held up an umbrella.

They had booked rooms at this hotel, but Xiao Yin and Xiang Heng would be landing in Hong Kong soon. Meng Qinghe arranged a car to pick them up from the airport.

However, taxis are not allowed inside the hotel, so they need to go around to the opposite side of the road.

He tilted most of the umbrella towards Wen Jinye.

Meng Qinghe's phone rang, and Wen Jin wanted to hold the umbrella for him.

When the swollen wound on her palm touched the umbrella handle, she hissed in pain, and only then did Meng Qinghe realize that she had been injured by the dog leash.

He instinctively took her slightly cool hand in his. "Why didn't you say anything? I'll go to the pharmacy and buy you some medicine to reduce the swelling."

Wen Jin felt awkward and immediately withdrew her hand, saying, "It'll be fine in a moment."

She maintained a safe distance between them, ensuring they never crossed any boundaries or became ambiguous. Meng Qinghe concealed the fleeting, subtle disappointment in his eyes.

"Let me hold the umbrella."

The rain intensified as dusk fell.

They weaved through passing luxury cars and strolled in the rain, just like countless ordinary couples in the world.

Fu Yanjing sat in the car, taking in all of this.

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Wives who said they'd update more during National Day, didn't you ever consider that cooking for me doesn't actually take a holiday at all? Hahahaha, waaaaaah!

He didn't even have the strength to hang himself.

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