Chapter 180: The Language of Yellow Roses

Chapter 180: The Language of Yellow Roses

Xunxun's eyes light up at the mere sight of cats and dogs.

"What? What kitten?"

"It's just a little kitten, it's too small. How about it grows up a bit and plays with Xunxun?"

Xunxun excitedly cupped his face in his little hands, his round eyes peeking out from under his fingers, "Really? I have a new friend!"

"But why, brother—" He paused, then remembered Wen Jinye's instructions and immediately changed his words, "Why would a stranger want to see the kitten?"

The love of gossip has always been passed down, and Sister Yun's eager gaze also fell on Wen Jinye.

She tried to gloss over it, saying, "It was raining that day, and he helped me out."

"Doesn't your sister want to see him?"

"Have you forgotten what your sister said?" Wen Jin gently stroked Xunxun's hair, but her words were very cold. "Don't talk to strangers, and of course, don't bring strangers home."

They keep calling each other "stranger".

The withered petals of the begonia drifted in the wind and eventually landed on Fu Yanjing's shoulder.

He casually fiddled with it, then suddenly said with unusual "consideration,"

"Don't misunderstand your sister. It's not that she doesn't want me to see it. It's just that the kitten originally belonged to her. I just happened to help her out. I'm not meant to be with the kitten."

That sounds really awkward.

But the man added in a clear, crisp voice, "Forget it, whether we meet or not, we'll just listen to her. Otherwise, we'll just make her angry and annoyed again."

There was no real fear in his tone; instead, there was an indescribable sense of submission and reverence.

These seemingly passive yet subtly suggestive statements reveal a wealth of ambiguous information beyond their literal meaning.

Meeting Yun Jie's inquisitive gaze again, Wen Jin's brow twitched slightly. "We're just nodding acquaintances."

Fu Yanjing's expression remained unchanged. "That's right."

Even a nodding acquaintance is better than a stranger.

"I'll do whatever you say."

There were two people, one of whom was desperately trying to break free from the relationship.

One of them quietly stuck it on.

It's hard not to let one's imagination run wild.

Sister Yun's gaze kept shifting between the two of them, her eyes gleaming with an almost irresistible gossip.

"Jin Ye~" She glanced at Wen Jin Ye with a subtle look, her tone teasing, "What exactly is your relationship?"

Wen Jin was also at a loss. He sighed and found a good balance in introducing him, "He's just... an ordinary high school classmate."

However, anyone looking at the man's flawless face and refined, extraordinary temperament would find it hard to describe him as "ordinary."

Fu Yanjing glanced at Wen Jinye.

A little bit of blue floral mud stained the tip of her nose. Noticing Fu Yanjing's scrutinizing gaze, she lowered her eyelashes slightly and stared intently at the ground, as if afraid that a single glance would blind her.

Sister Yun said "Oh~".

"It's not just that. We've been in touch in Hong Kong for a few years, and I guess they think I'm not presentable enough now."

He started his performance on the spot, "Perhaps I don't meet her standards, making Jin feel that I, as an alumnus, am somewhat inadequate—"

How could he utter such arrogant words?

Wen Jin glared at Fu Yanjing, finally interrupting him with unbearable anger: "Fu Yanjing, can you please stop talking nonsense here!"

I don't know if the redness on the tips of her ears is physiological, but the redness on her cheeks is definitely because she was annoyed by him.

Fu Yanjing, knowing when to stop, followed Wen Jinye's words with a belated realization, and politely looked at Sister Yun, saying:

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Fu Yanjing."

"..."

Wen Jin almost laughed in anger.

How come she hadn't noticed before that Fu Yanjing was so cunning and treacherous, and also had the traits of a green tea bitch?

Did you practice your cultivation by West Lake?

They used every dirty trick they could on her.

After all this, Wen Jin seems extremely cold and indifferent!

Wen Jin was also surprised that she was actually angry.

She, a person who rarely gets angry, was stirred by Fu Yanjing's teasing words.

Suddenly, the thought of making a fuss came to mind: "You care so much about me, your high school classmate, yet you still haven't recognized me. Who's the one who's always been overlooked?"

"Besides, I didn't stir up any waves in your heart in Hong Kong. Since that's the case, why pretend to be deeply in love and unrepentant?"

A slight ripple appeared on Fu Yanjing's composed demeanor, but it was quickly concealed beneath a calm expression.

But when he looked at Wen Jinye, his gaze suddenly became serious.

"How do you know you didn't stir any emotions in me when we were in Hong Kong? Could it be that I was just pretending?"

Wen Jin's breathing trembled. "Then you can keep pretending."

Fu Yanjing remained unmoved. "If you keep pretending, my wife will be gone."

Wen Jin was also stunned. She didn't expect that Fu Yanjing, who would not easily bow his head in front of gods and Buddhas, could say such things so frankly.

She had witnessed Fu Yanjing's sharp tongue when he mocked others, leaving no room for sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, he was equally candid when talking about himself.

"I didn't notice you in high school; I was blind. Fu Yanjing was even more blind back in Hong Kong; he never recognized you even once."

They didn't even bother to glean any "clues" about her love.

Those old worries were brought up again with his self-deprecating and ashamed words, but the rainy season had long passed, and they were no longer repeatedly dampened.

Wen Jin clenched her fingers. Back in Hong Kong, she had fantasized countless times that Fu Yanjing would recognize her.

Or if we go back to that rainy day, and she no longer keeps her head down, but thanks him properly, will he remember her again?

But she no longer has that obsession.

"But I'm not blind forever. Just like how you loved me and then suddenly grew eyes and stopped loving me, I was loved by you and then suddenly grew eyes, my heart and eyes filled with you."

Fu Yanjing's calm, rational, and dignified demeanor made it hard to doubt the sincerity of his words.

"Now I have realized my mistakes and corrected them."

She finally managed to pull herself out of her painful emotions, and Wen Jin also eliminated any possibility that might cause her heart to flutter again.

That subconscious avoidance due to the fear of touching it again was subtly hidden by Wen Jin in a calm demeanor.

"You don't need to turn back from your mistakes; no one will wait for you forever."

"Then I'll chase after you to wherever you are."

The streetlights suddenly lit up one after another, and the light from above reflected in his dark eyes.

Wen Jin seemed to have been stabbed and suddenly turned around.

He quickly said goodbye to Sister Yun with a very lame excuse, "I...I have soup simmering in the pot, so I'll go up first, Sister Yun."

The man's deep gaze followed Wen Jinye's figure until it disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

When he lifted his eyelids again, his playful expression had completely vanished, giving off an air of aloofness and disdain.

That sense of distance wasn't a deliberate display of pretension, but rather an inherent sense of nobility and aloofness.

He is no ordinary person.

"Everyone's gone," Sister Yun reminded him appropriately.

Fu Yanjing said, "Since we're already here, let's buy a bouquet of flowers."

What do you want?

He asked bluntly, "What should I buy to ask for forgiveness?"

Considering the scene just now, Sister Yun gave Fu Yanjing a meaningful look, "Yellow roses, I suppose. Their flower language is to apologize for love, to bow down for love."

"Sometimes, learning to bow your head early and compromise for the one you love is not about humiliating your proud spine."

"But rather—"

"Build a solid ladder of love."