Chapter 200: Chuchu is Sick

Chapter 200: Chuchu is Sick

Wen Jin felt uncomfortable under his undisguised gaze.

I just turned off my phone screen.

Unexpectedly, Lin Guimo's message arrived the next second.

He was polite in every word and action.

Director Wang got quite drunk at the dinner table; he was also concerned about my marriage prospects. I hope this didn't cause you any trouble.

【However, I'm glad you're single too. Perhaps we could get to know each other better and support each other at work in the future.】

If you have time, could we have dinner together tomorrow?

Wen Jin didn't want to watch it either.

But then three notification sounds rang out in a row.

The phone screen is always on.

This sliver of light was insignificant in the dim, hazy darkness, yet it shone perfectly on Fu Yanjing's profile, which was turned slightly to the side.

It outlines his sharply defined jawline and deep, handsome profile.

He lowered his eyelids, his gaze moving flatly from the small square of the phone screen to Wen Jinye's face.

He leaned closer, placing his hands on either side of the passenger seat, and loosely wrapped Wen Jin in his arms.

The sudden closeness made his possessiveness in his eyes crystal clear.

Wen Jin also felt her nerves pounding.

Fu Yanjing's wrist caressed Wen Jinye's thigh, without any possessive desire, but with an indescribable and tender feeling.

"Wen Jinye, refuse him."

His voice was hoarse with extreme restraint and suppressed emotion, "Is it okay?"

How can someone speak so authoritatively even when asking a question?

Wen Jin's thin body trembled slightly.

She never intended to develop any relationship with Lin Guimo.

Adding them on WeChat was a reluctant move I made only after being pressured by others.

But when she met Fu Yanjing's deep, dark eyes, Wen Jin inexplicably felt that she was still being oppressed by him.

I don't even know where this feeling of grievance came from.

Why should she be afraid of him?

Why do I always have to do whatever he says?

She swallowed the "yes" that she instinctively wanted to blurt out.

Wen Jin also pursed her lips and remained silent.

But Fu Yanjing grabbed her chin without saying a word.

The pressure was light, but the warmth of the fingertips seeped into my blood vessels.

Fu Yanjing was already fully aware of her rebellious nature.

But the pressure from those in power is sometimes something that is subtly ingrained in one's very being.

He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and indifferent, "If you want to go, I won't stop you."

His arm, which was braced against the chair, was taut, and the veins were bulging.

"But Wen Jinye, I can't help but lose control and want to kiss you."

This seemingly calm statement, though delivered with tense emotion, was not a threat.

Rather, it was his surging jealousy and desire that were about to break through the crumbling shackles.

He did a good job, but Wen Jin kept rejecting his own mental preparation.

Yet, they could never build a defense line that would allow her to walk towards others.

Wen Jin also felt Fu Yanjing's gaze, which was as intense as a burning flame, and the throbbing in her heart became increasingly difficult to suppress.

In the end, he was defeated and hung his head low.

"I'm not going."

A gentle, light smile appeared.

A fleeting, light kiss suddenly landed on Wen Jin's ear.

"Good girl."

Those deep, lingering words still seem to burn with a scorching heat.

It lingered in my ears.

Wen Jin also felt an uncontrollable flush rising on her face.

She forced the annoying image of Fu Yanjing out of her mind, and managed to squeeze a bit of clarity into her dazed eyes.

Wen Jin also shook his head, "He's not a suitor."

For a vague relationship that is difficult to define, the best appeasement formula is:

"We are just ordinary friends."

Wen Jin also gave a half-truthful explanation of the suggestive position she had last night.

"My clothes were dirty, and he helped me clean them."

Kong Shenlin didn't press the matter further, and the topic returned to the serious business of official business.

Did the lady who took your business card that day contact you later?

Wen Jinye: Not yet.

But these things can't be rushed.

Many kinds of pain and fear are difficult to empathize with.

If she ultimately did not contact Wen Jinye, Wen Jinye could completely understand.

It's just that decaying, dark, twisted ugliness.

I don't know when I'll be able to see the light of day again.

They are ordinary people, and in the eyes of those in power, their lives may be as insignificant as ants.

But they will still have the courage to try and stop a chariot with their bare hands.

Clearly, Kong Shenlin and Wen Jinye share the same goal in this respect.

Having understood the situation to this point, what they wanted was no longer just buzz and attention.

Rather, it truly unveils certain long-buried, ugly truths.

This matter is dangerous not only for the people involved.

Even for them, it is extremely challenging and coercive.

Kong Shenlin sighed, "Let's wait a little longer."

*

The autumn rains in Jiangbei City are persistent.

The weather suddenly turned gloomy in the evening, and cold rain, along with damp chill, enveloped the entire city.

The rain continued until the early hours of the morning.

Wen Jin was also awakened from her sleep by the sound of chirping.

Wen Jin is more sensitive to this sound than to an alarm clock.

My brain was already fully activated before I even opened my eyes.

The room was pitch black, and a chill permeated the air.

She jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes or turn on the light, and stumbled into the living room.

The glaring light instantly illuminated the living room.

Sure enough, a puddle of light pink vomit appeared next to Chirp's little cage.

Whether out of guilt or because she was feeling unwell, Qiuqiu lay by the cage with her head drooping. Even when she saw Wen Jin, her tail stopped turning.

It's not unusual for a puppy to vomit.

Sometimes, after eating grass outside, Chiu Chiu will vomit when she comes back.

But this was the first time Wen Jin had ever seen pink vomit.

My subconscious reaction was whether it was gastrointestinal bleeding.

Small animals probably have their own way of communicating; even the usually docile kitten was meowing anxiously.

Wen Jin immediately opened her phone to find the nearest pet hospital, which was about five kilometers away.

She didn't even have time to change out of her pajamas, so she grabbed a large, windproof down jacket and put it on, then carried Qiuqiu into the carrier.

It was 3 a.m., and it was still raining outside.

This place is in a remote location, and it's even hard to get a taxi.

She tried multiple platforms, but it took several minutes for her to get a response.

The driver called, and probably because it was the middle of the night, his attitude was somewhat lax.

"Hey beautiful, that area is a bit confusing. The alleys in this old neighborhood are so narrow. Why don't you come out?"

"I see you've located a pet hospital, do you have pets there?"

Wen Jin was also extremely anxious. "Yes, it's sick."

Her voice trembled with anxiety and tension.

The driver noticed her breathing was unsteady, and given the weather and the time, he naturally started to raise the price on the spot.

"It's raining, and the dog smells really fishy; it makes me feel nauseous."

Wen Jin also heard the sound of him pressing an old-fashioned lighter to light his cigarette, the muffled tone carrying a strong sense of disdain.

"Besides, your dog is sick. You little beast, you're prone to spreading viruses. What if you infect me?"

He was certain that Wen Jin had no choice. "How about this, you have to give me an extra two hundred yuan. If that's okay, go downstairs now and head towards the alley entrance."

Wen Jin wasn't oblivious to his shamelessness.

But now I'm completely helpless.

In the end, they accepted these unfair terms.

She carried Qiuqiu's airline case and walked outside.

The narrow, old staircase was damp from the rain.

Wen Jin had only taken a few steps when she heard steady, methodical footsteps coming from the corner of the stairs.