Chapter 168: Unknown Phone Call

Chapter 168: Unknown Phone Call

"How could that be? I'm a native of Jiangbei, and I've never heard of anyone combining things like that."

The girl made a firm promise.

Her clear eyes possessed a unique clarity characteristic of college students.

Long ago, on a night when someone's eyes shimmered like water, she told him something with such sincerity and innocence—

The exact opposite answer.

It turns out that he had come very close to the truth since then, or even earlier.

Those seemingly simple lies, if he were to dig deeper and examine them more closely, would be full of loopholes.

She was so bad at hiding her motives, and her eyes were full of eagerness when she got close to him.

Why didn't he explore it further?

Not everyone likes clear soup noodles with shredded cucumber.

Such a niche combination, even considered incongruous by people from Jiangbei, was spoken by Wen Jinye with practiced ease and naturalness.

So even if they had met on Wensong Road before, was it not a coincidence?

Rather, it was her day-to-day waiting and silent companionship?

Even more, and for longer.

It's not just Wensong Road, and it's not just this noodle stall.

When exactly did she enter my life?

She liked herself, a feeling that had likely permeated every inconspicuous corner of her high school life.

But he never found out.

*

Dinner with An Yu ended early because she had a schedule to attend the next morning and needed to catch a flight at around 4 a.m. In addition, her manager had repeatedly told her to control An Yu's diet.

When she secretly called Wen Jinye, she almost knelt down.

"Her face really does swell up if she eats too many carbs, and the next day her haters will take pictures of it and start criticizing her again."

Wen Jin also did a good deed with the agent, but when she looked at the table full of vegetable leaves, An Yu's resentful gaze seemed to pierce through people.

"Wen Jinye, Wen Jinye, I really never thought you would be turned."

However, he accepted this reality, and while eating grass, he sighed, "Sometimes I think I might not be suitable to be an artist. I'm not as talented as others, and I don't work as hard as others."

Wen Jin also disagreed.

An Yu knows better than anyone how much she has sacrificed for filming.

She used to be very afraid of heights, but she overcame it for the sake of filming and could film all day while suspended by wires.

When filming, you never feel pain. You're often covered in bruises. You're so immersed in your role that you're not afraid of getting hurt, but you're afraid of not being able to get a subtle expression right.

Wen Jin also retorted and comforted him: "Aside from your ugly signature and inability to control your mouth, you are perfectly suited to be an actor in every other aspect."

An Yu put down her knife and fork, and gave a thumbs up.

"Ha! No wonder she's my best friend, she always hits my weak points."

Chewing on the tasteless grass in her mouth, An Yu was overcome with sorrow. "Do you know how much double torment my spirit and body suffer by making a person who has been reincarnated as a pig spirit pay attention to their diet at all times?"

"However, I have been practicing my handwriting recently."

Wen Jin was also quite surprised, "Did the sun rise in the west?"

After all, An Yu's bad handwriting wasn't something that happened overnight. She had been caught by her teacher in the office before and ordered to write each stroke carefully. Under the teacher's piercing gaze, An Yu was nervous, and her handwriting became even worse, with straight lines and stubby strokes.

Every stroke was written neatly, but they all landed in unexpected places.

The teacher gave up after that.

Just like having no talent for drawing, we have to accept that some people are born with ugly handwriting.

An Yu sighed, as if she had thought of something. "It's a long story."

After all, I was in the wrong in some matters and misunderstood someone.

The heavy-duty handheld mirror hit Xu Xiangbai's forehead, causing his deformed horn to swell for a week.

After venting his anger, he realized he had wronged someone.

Moreover, he was the one who ultimately helped resolve the issue.

Even if An Yu is unruly and doesn't distinguish right from wrong, she can't help but feel ashamed.

She believed that the criticism, suppression, and even being sidelined by Xu Xiangbai were all her own fault.

After all, although the two had some private contact before, none of those contacts were pleasant.

Besides, their toxic fans are from the opposing side.

All the harm that Fu Yanjing had done to Wen Jinye was considered by An Yu to be a blood feud between her and Xu Xiangbai.

Moreover, the two are not from the same social class. Xu Xiangbai is a young master who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. No matter how capricious he is, how could he allow her to offend him time and time again without giving him a way out?

In fact, he had no intention of taking this matter lightly.

But the way he punished himself was something An Yu never expected.

That is practicing calligraphy!

What kind of person is he? One second he was angrily telling her, "An Yu, you asked for this, and I will never let you get away with it."

The next second, a stack of calligraphy practice books was thrown at her. The punishment for her was that she had to write one book every day and send it to him via WeChat to check in.

What kind of domineering head teacher is this, like a shrew?

Thinking of this, An Yu paused in her chewing of grass, "Holy crap!"

Wen Jinye: "What's wrong?"

"I haven't handed in my homework yet!"

Wen Jinye: ? ? ?

An Yu originally wanted to bring Wen Jin to the next event, since she was used to being a night owl and couldn't sleep no matter whether she had to get up early or not.

But for now, that plan has fallen through.

"I'll take you home after we finish eating. I'm going home to do my homework!"

In the end, it was all about gritting one's teeth.

Wen Jin was even more confused.

I used to hand in my high school assignments sporadically, so why am I suddenly thinking that hard work can make up for my lack of talent?

The Qinghuai Road area is very old, but it's not dilapidated; on the contrary, it has a strong local flavor.

On the way back with Wen Jin, An Yu couldn't help but sigh, "When I retire, I'll buy a house here to live out my days. I feel so happy. But for you right now, the only downside is that it's too far from the TV station."

“Not far,” Wen Jin also said. “I probably won’t be going back to the TV station for the time being.”

"Why? You weren't at fault in that matter, and it's already been clarified! The internet has no memory. He Jiayu has already gone to events openly, so why can't you go back?"

Wen Jinye: "It's because I don't want to go back to Mingjing for the time being." Wen Jinye's tone was very soft. "I submitted a transfer application, wanting to transfer to the social news department. It's still under review."

An Yu looked blank. "When did this happen?"

Wen Jin also explained in detail: "When I had just returned from Hong Kong."

She has worked in the financial news field for many years, producing a lot of impactful and influential interviews. She has gradually established herself in the financial field and finally rose to the position of team leader.

Now that I've suddenly been transferred to the news department, it's only slightly better than starting all over again.

Anyone would feel it's a pity, and anyone who cares about Wen Jinye's future would probably try to persuade him.

Therefore, she did not discuss this with anyone; Tang Man and Xiao Yin were unaware of it.

An Yu only took a few seconds to react.

"Ugh, I've been fed up with these financial reports for ages. They look glamorous on the surface, but inside they're full of human drama. Social news is much better..."

An Yu changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat worried:

"But wouldn't it be very tiring for you to film on location and on the front lines?"

"Let's wait and see. I'll feel regretful if I never do what I love and want to do."

An Yu said earnestly, "Jin Ye, I will unconditionally support and trust you no matter what you do. If it's wrong, I will do everything I can to catch you."

The car slowly stopped downstairs at Wen Jinye's house.

Wen Jin waved goodbye to An Yu.

The begonias that had spilled over the wall were in full bloom, their fragrance rich and intoxicating.

The nights in this area were peaceful and gentle, and Wen Jin was just about to go upstairs to pick up Qiu Qiu for a walk.

A breeze blew by, bringing an even stronger floral fragrance to the tip of my nose.

The rustling of leaves and the ringing of a cell phone rang out at the same time—

Wen Jin also answered the unfamiliar phone call while standing on the gently lit path downstairs.