Chapter 179: I Miss Her So Much

Chapter 179: I Miss Her So Much

For several days in a row, Wen Jin did not receive any news from Fu Yanjing.

I don't know if they received the rabies vaccine, or if they developed a fever or cold afterward.

Not wanting to be kept in suspense, she specifically consulted the clinic and then transferred the price of the three-dose vaccine to Fu Yanjing.

I'll just wait for him to receive it, then I'll block him immediately.

But he never accepted it.

Wen Jin also received a notification that the transfer had expired.

She frowned as she looked at Shi Shendahai's transfer on the screen.

The very next second.

J patted me on the shoulder.

The other party retracted a message.

Wen Jin tapped a few keys on the keyboard, then paused.

Never mind, she has nothing to say.

But Fu Yanjing had something to say:

My phone got pecked by a bird.

*

Wen Jin did not receive any news of Fu Yanjing's claim for compensation.

But then the TV station agreed to his transfer.

He's just waiting to take office next Monday.

The person in charge who was so arrogant and domineering last time is like a completely different person now, being incredibly enthusiastic on the phone.

"Xiao Jin, I've always had high hopes for you. With your abilities, you'll succeed whether you're working in finance or social news. I hope you thrive in your new field."

"I rejected your transfer application before, you won't hold a grudge against me, will you?" the person in charge asked tentatively, trying to salvage the situation, "I only wanted to protect your future, after all, you've been working in finance for so many years."

Although Wen Jin didn't know where his 180-degree change of attitude came from, he was, after all, a leader. They often met at the same TV station, and there would inevitably be some handover of duties.

Since the other party offered a way out, Wen Jin naturally accepted it, saying something innocuous: "I understand you."

The other person finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."

Just before hanging up, he added a meaningful remark:

"Xiao Jin, when it comes to social news, it's not just about competing for resources and traffic, but also about getting the first story published. You'd better make good use of your connections."

Although she was still a little confused, things turned out to be more smoothly than she had imagined.

Wen Jin also breathed a sigh of relief.

I shared the news with An Yu immediately.

The same thing was repeated in the group chat with Tang Man and Xiao Yin.

Xiao Yin was experiencing mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, with her left and right hemispheres battling each other.

While feeling happy that Wen Jinye bravely and successfully took this step, I also feel sorry for losing such a perfect partner.

[It's over, I've completely lost my chance to get on Jin Ye's good side.]

Wen Jin comforted her, saying, "It's okay, you'll grow strong and become a big tree that others will want to lean on."

Xiao Yin is very clear-headed.

But at the last meeting, they gave me a new partner again. Yes, it's that male reporter who got in through connections, has poor professional skills, and a terrible temper.

There's nothing to criticize here; God is practically begging for it.

Tang Man did not reply to the message.

It wasn't until evening that he posted a fireworks emoji.

*

After the rain stopped, autumn arrived in full force.

Wen Jin also sat with Xun Xun at the entrance of the flower shop and arranged flowers together.

The two people on the low stools were very close together, and their half-bent-over posture made them look small, but their shadows on the ground were long and faint.

The scene is warm and harmonious.

This is the scene that Fu Yanjing saw when he stopped on the other side of the road.

The evening air was slightly cool, and the setting sun cast a soft, distant glow, like a scene from a movie, with its own filter.

Her long hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing her gentle and smooth profile. Her nose was small but had a high bridge, and her long, butterfly-like eyelashes trembled with each blink, her eyes full of tenderness.

Fu Yanjing stood gracefully beneath the tree, his hands tucked into his trench coat pockets, his figure tall and elegant. Such an overly refined and otherworldly air made him hard to miss.

Sister Yun sat in the shop, her gaze fixed on Fu Yanjing for at least three minutes.

But he remained standing in the same spot the whole time.

But his gaze remained fixed on this side without making a sound.

To be precise, it focuses on Wen Jinye and Xunxun.

Looking like this, Sister Yun immediately ruled out the possibility of her being a human trafficker.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door and whispered, "Jinye, is the person across the street your friend?"

"He's been watching you."

Wen Jin subconsciously looked up and met the man's dark and deep gaze.

Her hand paused slightly as a small thorn from the rose stem pricked her fingertip, causing a tingling, stinging sensation.

In just two seconds, he naturally looked away, his voice neither loud nor soft, "I don't know him."

The man opposite, whether he heard or not, suddenly strode towards them with steady steps.

Xunxun's attention was diverted, and his eyes lit up when he saw who it was.

He pointed his little finger, stained with floral mud, at Wen Jinye, "Sister."

Then she pointed to Fu Yanjing, "Boyfriend."

Finally, the voice crisply concluded, "This is your boyfriend who came to see you that night!"

Wen Jin almost covered Xunxun's mouth.

She lowered her head slightly, her long hair falling smoothly down her back, revealing a small section of her fair neck.

The woman gently placed her slender index finger on Xunxun's lips and softly explained, "He's not him, Xunxun has mistaken him for someone else."

Xunxun's little head was filled with a big question: "Was I wrong?"

Wen Jin, without blushing or skipping a beat, said, "I was wrong."

Not only that, but he also naturally pulled Xunxun into his arms, as if afraid that the child might be bewitched by his methods and turn against him on the spot, adding:

"Xunxun, do you remember what your mother and sister taught you? Don't talk to strangers."

"Yes!!" he answered very seriously and very loudly.

But Xunxun believed some of what he was told.

Sister Yun was somewhat confused.

The main problem is that the magnetic field between the two people is too awkward, with a deliberate sense of distance.

They didn't look like strangers at all; they looked more like a young couple having a tiff.

Wen Jin only lowered her head to coax Xunxun, deliberately leaving behind a back view that isolated her from the outside world.

The man seemed to notice the doubt in her eyes, nodded politely, and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "She's right."

But judging from their demeanor, they clearly came with a purpose.

Sister Yun asked, "Do you have business here?"

The man's eyebrows relaxed. "I've come to visit relatives."

This small building belongs to Sister Yun. Because it is located in the old town, there are not many tenants. You can count the number of tenants on one hand, and they are all very familiar with Sister Yun.

She doesn't remember anyone having such a handsome relative.

"How many households do your relatives live in?" Sister Yun asked.

The man smiled politely, "201."

Sister Yun's shocked gaze instantly shifted from Fu Yanjing to Wen Jinye. "What's going on?"

No sooner had they severed ties than they immediately gave Wen Jinye's home address.

The ambiguous, lingering tension made him appear harmless, as if he were a debt of love owed to Wen Jin.

Isn't this going against the Heavenly Gang?

Wen Jin also wanted to know what Fu Yanjing was up to this time.

She suddenly stood up and turned around, her movements slightly sullen, her clear eyes filled with anger. "What are you doing here visiting relatives?"

Fu Yanjing's gaze remained unwavering.

With only her eyelashes slightly lowered, she looked lost and innocent, as if Wen Jin's agitated attitude was somewhat aggressive.

"Sorry, I just can't resist the urge to see the kitten."

The man spoke softly, his low voice carrying a myriad of emotions, "I miss her so much."