Chapter 208: Reporter Wen, please show me the way!

Chapter 208: Reporter Wen, can you show me the way?

Perhaps it's true that bystanders have a clearer perspective.

Perhaps it was because he, as Wen Jinye's former psychologist, knew Wen Jinye too well.

Meng Qinghe was perfectly clear-headed and had no room for self-deception.

Her unconscious familiarity and dependence on Fu Yanjing was mixed with a mix of grievance, shame, and helplessness.

These are things that you won't have with others.

From the very beginning, Wen Jin never considered choosing anyone else.

Perhaps even she herself doesn't know.

She was just scared.

It's not that I don't love you anymore.

"Go upstairs and keep Grandma company, so she won't wake up and not be able to find you."

Meng Qinghe shrugged casually, "I should go home too. I have a patient coming from the south of the city for a consultation tomorrow."

Meng's mother was still a little worried, "You..."

"Don't play matchmaker."

Meng Qinghe smiled knowingly, "She and I are just friends."

*

I'm lucky tonight.

There happens to be a parking space downstairs.

As soon as the car stopped, Wen Jin, still feeling resentful and annoyed from being teased, couldn't wait to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out.

She went around to the back to hug Qiuqiu.

As soon as the car door opened, the first thing that caught the eye was a large bouquet of yellow roses.

Wen Jin was also taken aback.

No wonder she could smell a faint floral fragrance in the car.

I thought I was just delirious from anger and was hallucinating everywhere.

The fingertips gripping the doorknob tightened unconsciously.

Fu Yanjing had somehow gotten behind Wen Jinye. "Do you like it?"

Wen Jin suddenly realized something and smirked, "Those yellow roses that were placed at my doorstep before, were those also yours?"

He didn't deny it, "It was me."

"Sister Yun gave me advice. She said that the meaning of yellow roses is to apologize for love."

All told, this was the first time in his life that he had ever taken the initiative to send flowers to express his feelings.

In the past, he felt that such so-called romantic behavior had no real meaning.

Fu Yanjing asked, "Were you even slightly moved?"

Wen Jinye: ...

"I thought I had been marked by some evil organization."

This answer was both funny and absurd, completely beyond Fu Yanjing's expectations.

Upon closer inspection, it makes a lot of sense.

He couldn't resist and his hand landed on Wen Jinye's soft hair, gently and quickly ruffling it.

"He's timid, but he has a very creative mind."

His gentle teasing made Wen Jin's eyes flash with a subtle embarrassment and shyness.

Wen Jin slapped Fu Yanjing's hand away and carried Qiuqiu into the stairwell.

"Don't send flowers anymore."

"So what do you want me to send?"

Fu Yanjing humbly accepted her arrangement, and stood gracefully behind her, saying:

"Reporter Wen, could you please point me in the right direction?"

He always managed to easily sway Wen Jinye's meaning.

Wen Jin didn't stop walking, subconsciously wanting to retort to Fu Yanjing's words.

"I'm a reporter, not someone who gives directions."

"Don't send anything."

But he remained calm and composed.

"Okay."

He followed Wen Jin's lead in everything, spouting nonsense with a straight face: "I'll ask Assistant Dong to find out what it means to say—'Don't say anything'."

*

Kong Shenlin is about to give up on digging deeper into the darker aspects that affect residents' trust in the government and many enterprises.

But no one expected that Wen Jin would also answer that woman's call for help on a sunny afternoon.

"Reporter Wen?"

Wen Jin also stopped what she was doing. "It's me."

The woman's voice was hoarse, but she wasn't as hysterically defensive as she had been last time.

Instead, with a hint of awkwardness in trying to build rapport, she began her self-introduction:

"Do you remember me? I live in Building 50, Hanjiang Street. You can call me Zeng Fang. You told me last time that I could come to you anytime I thought things through."

Wen Jin could also sense her lingering unease, and her tone was firm yet gentle:

"Of course I remember."

Zeng Fang choked up for a moment, "Reporter Wen, we have no other choice. As you said, I've decided to trust the media one more time."

She tentatively asked, "Can we meet on Panxin Road?"

"Of course, no problem."

However, Zeng Fang lives on Hanjiang Street, and she suddenly invited Wen Jin to Panxin Road, so the problem she was worried about and wanted to solve must have appeared here.

However, looking at the changes on Panxin Road over the past year, only the delivery of one new residential project, Liuyuwan, has been recorded.

Wen Jin immediately tidied up the press card, interview pen, hidden interview camera, and other equipment on her desk.

"See you in a bit, my partner and I will be there soon."

When Wen Jinye and Kong Shenlin rushed to Panxin Road, Zeng Fang was not the only one waiting for Wen Jinye.

Five or six people looked anxious and uneasy.

After seeing Wen Jinye and Kong Shenlin get out of the car, he walked over as if he had seen a lifeline.

One of the middle-aged women, with a simple and honest appearance, immediately knelt down in front of Wen Jinye and Kong Shenlin.

"Our hard-earned money, our family's future rests on your shoulders. Please, you must help us!"

Wen Jin also took two steps back and immediately bent down to help the woman.

The woman shook her head. "You're the reporter Xiaofang recommended, and you're our last hope."

Others chimed in, "Yes! You're our last hope. You must help us report this, you must expose that real estate developer's shady dealings. The glittering exterior of Liuyu Bay is nothing but a shoddy construction project!!"

"They made all sorts of promises to make money, but the house is actually not fit for human habitation at all!! My wife and I struggled for half our lives to finally buy this house, taking on hundreds of thousands of yuan in loans, only to end up with this kind of home!"

The scene was one of grief and chaos.

Kong Shenlin quickly tidied up the situation, saying, "Everyone, don't rush, tell us slowly. We will definitely report the facts."

"Let me speak."

Zeng Fang stepped forward.

She first apologized to Wen Jinye and Kong Shenlin for her previous breakdown.

"I hope you won't hold my previous offense against you against your intellectuals. I wasn't targeting you personally, it's just that... our trust was betrayed."

The houses in Liuyuwan are of extremely poor quality, failing to meet various standards, and the actual situation does not match the initial advertising.

The homeowners who chose Liuyuwan were all those who received compensation during a demolition and relocation project.

Because it is for non-commercial purposes, the subsidy amount is limited.

The resettlement houses are also located in remote suburbs, in desolate areas.

For many, this means losing the land they've depended on since childhood and becoming homeless.

The developer of Liuyu Bay jumped out at this critical juncture.

We promise that all homeowners who receive this demolition compensation can come to Liuyuwan if they do not choose to receive a new house.

All you need to do is add a small amount of money to the subsidy.

Finally, the relocation housing planned for the suburbs was not built.

Instead, Liuyu Bay became everyone's dream destination.

But their high hopes did not bring them a warm home.

And so on.

It was as if this was a grand scam targeting them.

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A note from the author:

My wives have a fever, so I'm taking a day off to update one chapter.

I blew my nose so hard I felt like I was going to blow my brain stem out.