Chapter 207: If you want to kiss her, can you slap her first?

Chapter 207: If you want to kiss her, can you slap her first?

"Let go of me first."

Being so close, she could clearly feel the dangerous yet scorching aura emanating from Fu Yanjing spreading silently.

Wen Jin also tried to change the subject: "Didn't you say you had something to tell me? What exactly do you want to say?"

I don't know if it was just her imagination.

Fu Yanjing's already unfathomable eyes seemed to become even more enigmatic after she finished speaking.

Fu Yanjing's deep gaze fell on her trembling eyelashes.

The hand that was pressing down on Wen Jinye's arm moved down along the line of her arm and landed on the back of Wen Jinye's hand.

The hand that was pressing down on her landed on Fu Yanjing's chest.

Fu Yanjing's deep voice caused his chest to vibrate.

"You didn't let Meng Qinghe take you back, and chose to ride in my car instead. Was it because you were worried that I would put pressure on Meng Qinghe, or were you afraid that I would humiliate your relationship?"

Or perhaps—

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and imprinted on Wen Jinye's ears.

"Wen Jinye, do you simply want to choose me?"

Wen Jin also couldn't avoid the bluntness of his words.

She had never considered this question.

This choice was made without any deep or even superficial thought.

It was as if everything was just subconscious.

Wen Jin's breathing became erratic. "Does this answer matter?"

"Important," Fu Yanju said decisively.

Beneath his earnest gaze lay a gentle warmth.

He thought of what Meng Qinghe had said.

Criticizing his past actions shows he always liked to force people to do things they couldn't.

He is rarely disobeyed, and his decisions are always implemented, so he used to be assertive and unyielding in relationships.

I hurt her without realizing it.

"Wen Jinye." He called her name, his tone light and gentle, with an indescribable tenderness and indulgence, "At least I'm not forcing you."

"Whether I show up here tonight or know your whereabouts, I have no intention of bothering you."

His warm fingertips gently caressed the skin on the back of Wen Jinye's hand.

"I'm just not ready for you to go to someone else yet."

He sat there, envious that even the backs of Meng Qinghe and Wen Jin seemed to exude harmony.

Beneath her seemingly calm demeanor, only she knew the turmoil raging within her heart.

I also understand more deeply that you only know the pain when a knife is plunged into your own body.

It turns out that when Wen Jin also misunderstood his relationship with He Jiayu, she saw them appearing together in the same place countless times.

My heart ached just as much.

Only after the confrontation did he become certain that there was nothing between Wen Jin and Meng Qinghe.

The feeling of losing something and then regaining it surged up like a giant wave.

That wasn't subtle pleasure.

As he strolled leisurely, a grand fireworks display rose in his heart.

Fu Yanjing lowered his head and suddenly moved closer to Wen Jinye.

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice uttered:

"Haven't you hit me in a long time?"

The straightforward and blunt statement left Wen Jin somewhat puzzled: "What?"

Fu Yanjing grabbed the hand that was being pressed against his chest and placed it on his cheek.

I felt the slight tremor of her cool fingertips.

Fu Yanjing's deep, magnetic voice carried a certain seductive quality, "How about you hit me?"

Wen Jinye: ?

But the undercurrent in his eyes suggested something more.

Instead, their gazes, brimming with anticipation, became even more intense.

Wen Jin's thick, long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. "Fu Yanjing, what's wrong with you?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

He suddenly cupped Wen Jinye's face in his hands and kissed her without saying a word.

The kiss was passionate and tender, yet it carried a domineering quality that Wen Jin could not refuse.

The lingering breath caressed Wen Jinye's soft lips, like a long-suppressed desire finally bursting forth.

"Hmm..."

Wen Jinye's breathing was almost completely deprived, and her brain was also deprived of oxygen.

It was as if I had completely lost control and was lost in the kiss.

Her struggles to push against the man's chest were futile.

Until Wen Jin bit his lip.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

Fu Yanjing then released the person.

The wound on her lower lip, which she had bitten without restraint in her passion, was now oozing blood, making the red of her lips even more lustrous.

He didn't even frown.

Instead, his satisfied and smug expression resembled that of a male demon.

His fingertips lingered on Wen Jin's slightly swollen lips.

"Don't be angry, I've already informed them."

Wen Jin was also made to feel like a drifting duckweed by his kiss. She was still trembling slightly, but a strange annoyance had appeared on her face.

"When did this happen? I didn't agree to it."

Fu Yanjing brought his entire face close to Wen Jinye's, not allowing her to avoid it.

He grabbed Wen Jinye's hand again and pressed it against his burning cheek.

The hoarse tone was almost bewitching.

"Then you can settle accounts later."

A slap followed by a kiss.

That was Wen Jinye's pricing method back then.

"you!"

Wen Jin was still annoyed, but her vision was completely clear.

But seeing Fu Yanjing's deliberately provocative expression, she curled her fingertips instead.

I felt uncomfortable.

I feel uncomfortable no matter what.

Only the temperature inside the car felt like it was steadily rising.

Wen Jin also withdrew her hand and turned her head to look out the window.

His tone regained its coldness.

"If you don't leave, I'll take a taxi back."

In the dim light inside the car, her tilting of her head revealed her ears, which were as red as agate.

Fu Yanjing pinched her earlobe.

It was noticeably hot.

"Walk."

Then, pretending nothing had happened, he said, "I'll take you home now."

As the car slowly drove away from the residential area, Meng Qinghe's figure, standing at the entrance of the apartment building, moved slightly.

He stood facing the wind for too long.

Even his expression became somewhat numb.

Until the elevator doors opened and the ding sounded.

The abrupt and crisp sound caused the motion-sensor light at the dimly lit stairwell entrance to suddenly turn on.

Meng Qinghe squinted slightly, unaccustomed to the sight.

Hearing Mencius' mother's helpless sigh:

"Are you not going upstairs? Are you just going to cosplay as a sculpture here?"

Meng Qinghe turned around stiffly, all her subtle disappointment concealed. "Why are you dressed so lightly? It's chilly at night."

Mencius' mother said, "I didn't see your carriage move from upstairs, but I saw three people standing downstairs talking about poetry and songs. In the end, I watched as Xiao Wen got into someone else's carriage."

She glanced at Meng Qinghe tentatively, almost as if asking a question with the answer already in mind:

"Is that also one of Reporter Wen's suitors?"

I guess so.

Mencius' mother exclaimed "Oh dear!" with a hint of disappointment, "Then you should have tried!"

"You're both suitors of Xiao Wen, who's more noble than whom? Why don't you even try to win him over!"

Meng Qinghe lowered her eyes and said, "No."

"You can't just let things take their course when it comes to relationships; a Buddhist-like attitude is the best policy."

She knew that her son had always been a non-competitive person who took a relaxed approach to everything, doing good deeds without worrying about the future.

Meng's mother was a little anxious, "Reporter Wen is a very good girl, it's perfectly normal for other people to like her."

"But as long as she hasn't chosen someone else, you still have a chance. You like her so much, why don't you tell her?"

"mom."

Meng Qinghe's voice was a little hoarse.

He turned around.

Looking at the empty streetlights.

In a low, deliberate tone, he said, "I never had a chance from the very beginning."

"There won't be any more in the future."