Chapter 153: Her departure was like a rainstorm without warning.

Chapter 153: Her departure was like a sudden rainstorm.

The sound of the windshield wipers echoed back and forth. He had a cigarette between his lips, and his metal lighter failed to light after two attempts.

The driver carefully observed Fu Yanjing through the rearview mirror.

His gaze remained fixed on the view outside the window, his face expressionless.

But the atmosphere inside the car was so heavy it was suffocating.

He watched silently as their figures, hand in hand, walked out of the hotel and onto the other side of the road under the umbrella.

A car sped by, and Meng Qinghe, worried that Wen Jin would also get splashed, turned most of his body to shield Wen Jin.

They got into a taxi together.

Whether we stay in the port city together or return to Jiangbei, it doesn't matter.

Those were their choices.

Fu Yanjing finally lit the cigarette, but he had no desire to smoke it.

The thin smoke swirled around my fingertips, and the ash accumulated to form a long streak.

Do you have an umbrella?

The driver paused for a moment, then replied eagerly, "Yes, we do."

He got out of the car, went around to the trunk to take out an umbrella, and opened the back door.

"I'll do it myself."

A wedding has just ended here, and the noise and excitement have not yet subsided.

Fu Yanjing stood outside the car, holding an umbrella.

It suddenly occurred to me that Wen Jin seems to really enjoy taking walks in the rain.

At that time, he was holding an umbrella, and she nestled under it like a kitten, close to him.

When she looked up at him, there was an indescribable infatuation in her eyes.

Fu Yanjing found it amusing and tapped her forehead with his fingertip. "Wen Jinye, what kind of look is that? So affectionate."

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, as if her secret had been exposed, but more than anything, there was the shyness and naivety of an unripe plum.

She tried to hide something by lowering her eyelids, her voice clear and crisp like it had been touched by rain.

"Fu Yanjing, thank you for holding the umbrella for me."

She's really strange.

At first, she would refuse any slightly expensive gifts I gave her, out of fear.

But he held an umbrella for her and then thanked her in such a formal way.

Fu Yanjing deliberately teased her, pressing down on her and brushing his thin lips against Wen Jinye's ear, as if enticing her, "How will you thank me?"

Look at her earlobes, dripping blood and turning the color of red agate.

"From now on, you don't need to say thank you to me."

But now, will she, like in the past, be moved by someone else holding an umbrella for her?

The hand gripping the umbrella tightened gradually, and the blue veins bulged clearly.

Fu Yanjing finally had to admit it.

Wen Jinye's departure was like a rainstorm that came without warning.

There was no heavy rain or thunder.

But the rain continued unabated, growing stronger with each passing day.

Let your heart gradually become desolate and damp.

Yet, in a corner of her heart, resentment spread wildly, like a raging storm or a thunderous tsunami.

His elegant figure still stood out among the passing guests.

Chen Zhaoxu personally escorted Zhao Jinming to the car, his face beaming with a forced smile, and then his eyes fell on Fu Yanjing's figure not far away.

He blinked, thinking he was seeing things.

What incredible luck! The Fu family had turned away my appointments several times before, but now the young master appeared before me looking so beautiful.

Chen Zhaoxu didn't even bother to open his umbrella before running up to Fu Yanjing.

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence to meet you here. It's an honor to have my wedding here."

Fu Yanjing's gaze swept over the words "Groom" written on the confetti on his chest.

Wen Jinye, this senior, doesn't seem to have very good taste either.

When Meng Qinghe and Wen Jin left, they chatted with the bride and groom for a few moments at the entrance of the hall.

Fu Yanjing knew he shouldn't have asked.

But I still asked it anyway.

What did they say?

The abrupt and seemingly unrelated sentence left Chen Zhaoxu completely bewildered. "What?"

A long streak of ash drifted down, and Fu Yanjing felt his blood rushing backward; his voice deepened.

"Wen Jin also... the man next to him."

Chen Zhaoxu was even more confused.

How come all these big shots know Ji Shuxin, their junior?

What exactly is their background?

He regretted interrupting their conversation earlier without his patience.

Based on his half-hearted memory, Chen Zhaoxu could only cautiously say, "They said they booked a hotel and it seems they're going to propose."

Chen Zhaoxu immediately regretted saying that.

Because he clearly saw a moment of relaxation or surprise in the eyes of this big shot.

Then came the surging of unfathomable black ink.

The cold and sinister aura emanating from him made Chen Zhaoxu think that Tianwang was about to collapse and the Chen family was going bankrupt.

"Proposal?"

Chen Zhaoxu forced himself to admit it, filled with regret, "It must be true."

"Good."

Fu Yanjing took one last drag of his cigarette, the bluish-white smoke obscuring his features.

"fine."

He repeated it again.

But it really doesn't convey any sense of congratulations.

*

Xiang Heng and Meng Qinghe were making preparations in full swing, while Wen Jin and Xiao Yin were strolling along Victoria Harbour, holding hands with each other.

The autumn wind in the port city is not cold, but because it rained yesterday, the wind is very crisp.

Looking at the towering skyscrapers on both sides, Xiao Yin felt a hardworking ox or horse temporarily forget its work troubles, and the wind carried the scent of freedom.

She looked at Wen Jinye's face.

Thinking about how Meng Qinghe racked his brains to propose to Wen Jinye, and even specially chose the port city that she was familiar with, she was filled with envy.

When will her blockhead husband become so romantic?

In the distance, cannons roared continuously, their booming sounds intense.

"It's so nice to be rich," Xiao Yin exclaimed. "I wonder what kind of exciting day it is today. The cannons have been going off for over twenty minutes."

Some children covered their ears and ran around, their voices filled with joyful cheers.

"Wouldn't it be even more beautiful if it were set off at night? Like a giant fireworks display!"

Wen Jin gazed quietly at the opposite shore of Victoria Harbour, thinking of that grand fireworks display.

The fireworks fell from the sky, but they did not fade in her heart.

But now, things are different.

My phone pushed a new news notification.

The former head of the Fu Group celebrated his 80th birthday.

It consistently ranks high in the headlines of the city's social and financial news.

This is probably the origin of the salute.

The accompanying photos in the news clearly show a grand scene, with the wealthy and powerful coming and going.

Xiao Yin came over and instantly displayed the spirit of an ox or horse.

Pointing to the people in the photo.

"Is this the shipping tycoon from Haicheng? And this one, the jewelry mogul. And this one, Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu's father. So the Fu family and the Xu family are really old friends."

Wen Jin also left the news, pinched Xiao Yin's cheek, and said, "You're out having fun and you're still thinking about these things. Why aren't you this dedicated when you're at work?"

The next news item that popped up on my phone was even more eye-catching.

#Fu Group heir and Sheng family's second daughter cut birthday cake together, sparking rumors of an impending marriage#

The two figures in the photo look perfectly matched, as if they are receiving blessings from a host of guests.

Wen Jin watched quietly, a slight ripple stirring in her heart.

She knew this from the very first day she got together with Fu Yanjing.

There will be such moments.

Despite constantly telling myself not to be too greedy, I've dreamt of this scene many times, and I still cry in my sleep.

She thought that kind of pain would be excruciating.

I never imagined that my emotions would be as calm as a breeze passing by my ear, my hair trembling slightly, and then nothing more.