Chapter 159: With you gone, I have no hope left.

Chapter 159: With you gone, I have no hope left.

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

Wen Jin's eyes were cold, as were her words.

"If you let me go, I won't catch a cold."

These words unexpectedly stung Fu Yanjing again, leaving him with nowhere to vent his helplessness. "Wen Jinye, couldn't you just not say 'leave'?"

Wen Jin's gentle face remained indifferent. "No."

She hadn't expected Fu Yanjing to be completely unreasonable, like a schizophrenic psychopath.

Breaking down defenses, coercion, and cheating—various personalities take turns in action.

He forcefully picked Wen Jin up and carried her to the large bed inside. "I can't help but touch you. Sleep here, I'll make sure you don't catch a cold."

"The port city is like spring all year round, and the winters are much warmer than those in Jiangbei."

Wen Jin's resentment and anger instantly froze, and for a moment she even doubted her own ears.

Such absurd reasoning actually came from Fu Yanjing's mouth.

She frowned. "Fu Yanjing, why are you doing this?"

He's not the type to go back to an ex, and besides, forced relationships never work.

"Time heals all wounds. If someone as indecisive as me can let go, so can you," Wen Jin said. "You're just unwilling to accept the feeling of being out of control. In the future, you can have any kind of woman you want, and besides, aren't you and Miss Sheng going to have a marriage alliance? Let me go, I won't be your mistress, and I don't want to be condemned by the public and nailed to the pillar of shame."

"We're not lovers." Fu Yanjing had no idea what he had done to cause Wen Jin to misunderstand him like that.

I can only blame myself for being too stubborn in the past and saying a lot of awful things.

Now, all those words and those events have become boomerangs, piercing my heart.

Fu Yanjing suppressed the dense, stinging pain in his heart, "I didn't want you to be my mistress, Wen Jinye. I want to marry you. My relationship with Sheng Pianran was a misunderstanding. This matter has been resolved. You can believe me."

“But I don’t want to marry you anymore.” Wen Jin sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Fu Yanjing earnestly, speaking slowly and clearly, each word distinct:

“Fu Yanjing, I also want to spend my life with someone I can respect and be equal to, instead of always looking up to you, weighing things up, and being overly cautious. Maybe you really did realize you liked me later, but that doesn’t matter anymore.”

The long period of loss has passed.

Wen Jin also felt that Fu Yanjing was like the lottery ticket she had always hoped for; she had always been looking forward to winning, but had experienced disappointment time and time again.

Finally, one day, the lottery number matched the winning number.

But--

It has expired.

She had already thrown away that lottery ticket.

“Fu Yanjing, you’ve negotiated so many times in the business world, you should understand better than me what it means to have an expiration date. Sometimes, once you turn the page, you turn the page.”

Fu Yanjing felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, and his chest felt terribly constricted. "We haven't moved on."

He once thought that he would never lower his stance any further.

Wen Jin didn't offer him a way out, so they decided to end things here. Life is long, and either of them can live well without the other.

But now I realize I was terribly wrong.

Wen Jin didn't give him a way out; their estrangement was immense, and their conflicts grew ever stronger.

He discovered that he could actually jump down without needing any steps.

"I will treat you and my loved ones equally. I will study hard in both love and being loved."

Is it truly equal?

Fu Yanjing said, "Really."

Wen Jin's smile didn't reach her eyes; only a faint sarcasm lingered. "So what is Young Master Fu doing now? Imprisoning him on equal terms?"

Having grown accustomed to being in a superior position, Wen Jin no longer longed for a peaceful and warm life with him.

She just didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

I no longer want to see the contempt in Fu Yanjing's circle and Fu Yanjing's ease in controlling his emotions.

She finally got through it all, and Wen Jin just wanted to live a peaceful and quiet life from then on.

No longer indulging in his love affair.

“Fu Yanjing, I’m really tired. Please let me go and end this farce. Everything around you is too easy for you. You’re just unwilling to be rejected by someone like me.”

Fu Yanjing stood there in front of her, motionless.

The falling light cast a shadow on Wen Jinye.

Fu Yanjing's voice was hoarse, "I'm not imprisoning you. It's just that I see a glimmer of hope in you. If I let you go, I'll lose all hope."

She so desperately wanted to leave and escape.

It's difficult to live in the same city as yourself.

Fu Yanjing felt a pang of heartbreak, as if his heart was being torn apart. "Wen Jinye, do you really hate me that much?"

Wen Jin looked into his eyes, which were as calm as the deep sea, and kept reminding herself:

With eyes as captivating as peach blossoms, Fu Yanjing could look at a dog with such affection.

She gripped the bedsheet tightly with her fingertips and slowly uttered a single word:

"yes--"

Fu Yanjing's eyes dimmed instantly; if a third person were standing next to him, they would probably be surprised as well.

Even the dignified and refined Young Master Fu can have such a desolate side.

And this side of him was actually because of what he considered the most insignificant thing: "feelings".

Fu Yanjing turned around abruptly as if fleeing, saying, "You should rest well. I won't bother you for the next few days."

*

He did what he said he would do.

Wen Jin hadn't seen Fu Yanjing for several days in a row.

Wen Jin also spends most of her time in her suite and has no interest in going out for a stroll.

The hotel staff brought her a variety of delicious food every day, and Wen Jin didn't starve herself; she just couldn't eat much.

I've lost some weight recently.

There are also daily on-site performance services, including magicians, dancers, musicians, singers, and even crosstalk performers.

Wen Jin also turned them all away.

She did not even attempt to escape the port city.

Wen Jin knew very well that Fu Yanjing was not joking with her. They had been together for three years, through countless days and nights, and Wen Jin knew better than anyone his extraordinary abilities.

He said she couldn't leave the port city, and she just couldn't leave.

Whether you're intercepted on the way to the airport or stopped at security, they can make up any excuse to prevent the plane from taking off normally or to request a return flight halfway through...

The rich have endless ways of using their resources.

Wen Jin was too lazy to even try to shake a big tree.

Meng Qinghe asked Wen Jin many times where she was.

Wen Jin didn't say anything either.

She dared not meet him, fearing that Fu Yanjing would go mad, or that Meng Qinghe would suffer some undeserved disaster.

She didn't dare chat with An Yu either, because An Yu knew her too well and she was afraid that An Yu would notice something was amiss.

I would chat with Tang Man occasionally.

But she has recently become extremely weak and spends most of her time sleeping.

He was barely breathing when making the video.

Tears slowly soaked the pillowcase, as she watched herself wither away.

So after the video call ended, Wen Jin also shed tears.

It's as if those pessimistic eyes have returned.

Whether it's the dazzling fireworks display at night or the bright, clear sky outside the window.

Wen Jin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and found that her emotions were not affected at all.

There was always an invisible force pressing down on her in the air.

She blinked her empty, lifeless eyes, the numbness on her face lingering.

Finally, I belatedly realized that something was wrong with my emotions.