Chapter 2: Miss Wen Lost Something

Chapter Two: Miss Wen Lost Something

In this interview, the Xu family was the organizer, and Xu Xiangbai, the eldest son of the Xu Group, should have been the main character.

But Fu Yanjing's arrival completely stole the spotlight.

Xu Xiangbai wasn't annoyed; he was happy to be at ease.

They pulled Fu Yanjing onto the stage, thus beginning the interview.

A group of reporters, their eyes gleaming, eagerly raised their hands to ask questions.

Fu Yanjing answered readily, his lazy eyes showing a hint of boredom.

Until someone asked him about his love life.

"Mr. Fu, it is rumored that you have been abstinent from women for many years. Is it because you don't want to waste time on relationships, or because you haven't found your ideal woman yet?"

Fu Yanjing stretched his eyelids and glanced lightly at the audience.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed to sweep across Wen Jinye's face.

At the same time, the side door on the side of the stage was pushed open.

The woman in the bright blue dress was radiant and elegant, perfectly highlighting her graceful figure.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice: "Best Actress He Jiayu!"

Amidst the barrage of camera flashes, Fu Yanjing smiled casually, "Here comes the beauty."

She walked gracefully toward Fu Yanjing, "I'm sorry, Ajing, for keeping you and Xu Xiangbai waiting."

The reporters, sensing a juicy tidbit, became even more enthusiastic in their questions.

"Does this mean that Actress He and Mr. Fu have officially announced their relationship?"

"I heard that Actress He had a passionate first love in high school, which ended because the other person went abroad. Could it be Mr. Fu?"

"And I remember that Mr. Fu secretly studied in Jiangbei for three years when he was in high school!"

He Jiayu was taken aback, and glanced shyly at Fu Yanjing.

Instead of answering directly, he asked, "What are Ah Jing and Xu Xiangbai teasing me about again?"

"We're all good friends."

A wave of ambiguous sighs swept through the audience.

One of them is named A-Jing.

One is called by full name.

Anyone could sense the subtlety in the relationship between the two.

Xiao Yin is a fan of He Jiayu.

Upon hearing this, I could no longer contain my excitement.

"Help! A Hong Kong entertainment mogul and a glamorous and popular actress, I'm totally obsessed with this pairing."

"Judging from their current state, it's only a matter of time before they get back together, right?"

Wen Jin also calmly looked down at the streetlights.

Their figures complemented each other perfectly.

Just like back then.

——————

Mr. Lang is a man of his word.

After the public interview segment ended, they moved to a smaller interview room, and everything went smoothly.

After the interview, Xiaoyin felt a great sense of relief and went off to meet her boyfriend.

Wen Jin also packed her things, preparing to leave early.

Just as I was about to leave the hotel lobby, my phone suddenly rang.

As soon as she answered the phone, the hotel's revolving door turned, and a cold night breeze suddenly blew in.

The interview outline that Wen Jin was holding was blown away without warning.

She instinctively reached for it, and in her haste, the phone fell to the ground.

I accidentally pressed the speakerphone button.

The three large characters “Meng Qinghe” were clearly displayed on the screen.

His voice came through the static, "Jinye, are you done on your end? I'll be there soon."

Wen Jin also struggled to catch the fluttering A4 paper. "It's over. I'm getting ready to leave the hotel now."

She gave a brief reply, hastily stuffed the outline into her bag, and was about to bend down to pick up her phone again when—

A hand with distinct knuckles reached in.

The red mole on the tiger's mouth clearly came into Wen Jinye's view.

Her blood almost froze.

Wen Jin suddenly looked up and met Fu Yanjing's indifferent gaze.

In the banquet hall, almost everyone was looking for Fu Yanjing, hoping to get involved with him and rise to prominence.

Unexpectedly, he was hiding away downstairs, enjoying some peace and quiet.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes and accepted the gift, her long eyelashes concealing all her emotions. "Thank you... Mr. Fu."

"Need not."

The atmosphere was distant and indifferent.

No one could tell how intimately they had been, whispering sweet nothings to each other, during countless damp nights in the port city.

Over the phone, Meng Qinghe sensed something was wrong. "Jinye, what happened on your end?"

Wen Jin also turned off the speakerphone. "I'm fine, don't worry."

Meng Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Fu Yanjing was completely oblivious to the embarrassment of overhearing someone's phone call, and calmly sized up Wen Jinye.

Like a feather brushing against the skin, "New boyfriend?"

Wen Jin opened her mouth, as if to say something.

I was interrupted by a loud, boisterous voice behind me.

"Fu Yanjing, you damn well better stop hiding downstairs and having a good time. Those reporters have all those cameras and microphones pointed at me, I'm really—"

As Xu Xiangbai was speaking, he suddenly changed the subject, "Oh, a man and a woman alone together, what's going on?"

Remembering that Xu Xiangbai had spoken up for her upstairs, Wen Jin turned around and politely nodded to Xu Xiangbai.

"Hello Mr. Xu, I am a reporter from Mingjing Interview. Mr. Fu just helped me pick up my dropped phone."

Fu Yanjing casually flicked the lighter, lit a cigarette, and remained silent.

Watching her deftly deflect criticism and proactively draw a line between herself and others with a calm and collected demeanor.

Xu Xiangbai raised an eyebrow. "That bastard always knows how to help others."

Fu Yanjing narrowed his long, narrow eyes. "Jealous? I'll pick up your phone if you throw it on the ground."

"Forget it, you'd better kick me two meters away."

Wen Jin had no intention of lingering here.

After politely thanking her, she turned and left.

Xu Xiangbai watched her retreating figure, discussing her without even trying to lower his voice.

"Although Chen Qiang is disgusting, he has good taste. At first glance, I thought he was some newly debuted female star."

"Really?" Fu Yanjing's tone was quite indifferent. "It's just so-so."

Knowing that Fu Yanjing had always had high standards, Xu Xiangbai simply pursed his lips.

"I keep feeling like I've seen her somewhere before, and I don't know if she has a boyfriend or not."

Fu Yanjing did not respond.

I just watched that graceful figure disappear into the night.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He stubbed out the cigarette.

——————

The air inside the car was quiet and still.

Seeing Wen Jin's preoccupied face, Meng Qinghe offered words of comfort.

"Don't worry, Tang Manji is blessed by heaven, nothing serious will happen."

Wen Jin also raised her hand to press down her restless left eyelid, her mind in turmoil.

Meng Qinghe is her psychologist. Half a year ago, Wen Jin also landed in Jiangbei and was transferred to work under Tang Man.

She wasn't in good condition at that time.

Tang Man not only provided her with great guidance and respect at work, but also cared for her in her personal life. Even a psychologist like Meng Qinghe, who was extremely difficult to book, was recommended by Tang Man.

Unexpectedly, while Wen Jinye's condition improved, Tang Man's health deteriorated.

"I hope so."

The car drove smoothly toward the city hospital.

However, not long after turning onto Huai'an Road, an expensive black car sped up from behind and, after a sharp turn and brakes, forced Meng Qinghe's car to a stop.

Even someone as mild-mannered as Meng Qinghe honked his horn several times in frustration, exclaiming, "Does this guy even know how to drive?!"

The rear window of the car opposite was half-lowered, revealing Fu Yanjing's handsome and aloof profile.

Wen Jin's brow twitched immediately.

Meng Qinghe didn't know Fu Yanjing's identity, but just by looking at the arrogant license plate, he knew that the other party was very wealthy.

He also rolled down the passenger window, his good manners helping him suppress his inner turmoil.

"Sir, please don't stop our car. Is there something you need from me?"

Fu Yanjing tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze passing over Meng Qinghe and landing directly on Wen Jinye's face.

"I didn't come here to see you."

The driver got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Fu Yanjing.

He walked over slowly.

It felt like stepping on Wen Jinye's heart.

Her slender, bamboo-like hand rested on the edge of the car window, tapping lightly and irregularly.

"Miss Wen, you lost something in the banquet hall just now."