Chapter 21: Biting His Collarbone

Chapter Twenty-One: Biting His Collarbone

A group of dissolute young men chuckled knowingly, their subtle glances sweeping over the man who had remained silent throughout, yet whose presence was undeniable.

Someone, supporting Fu Yanjing, said, "What's the point of betting on this? It's probably Mr. Fu."

"What if she doesn't have the guts? After all, Mr. Fu already has He Jiayu by his side. Besides, how could someone like Mr. Fu let someone like her climb up to him?"

Despite the adulation, Fu Yanjing remained indifferent, his calm face revealing no emotional fluctuation.

The air pressure, though as low as freezing, made people acutely aware of the boss's displeasure.

Everyone stopped laughing lewdly without prior arrangement.

The person who first suggested the game chuckled awkwardly, "Alright, young reporter, just tell me straight, guys, who are you here for?"

The effects of the alcohol were overwhelming, and Wen Jin bit her tongue to stay clear-headed and prevent herself from losing control.

Tang Man's condition was too complicated for her to explain in just a few words.

Moreover, such a brightly lit and noisy setting is too distracting and not suitable for Zhou Jichen to analyze things calmly.

So Wen Jin thought for a moment, then carefully moved her unsteady body to Zhou Jichen's side and said, "Dr. Zhou, could you accept my friend request?"

She found the friend request page on her phone. "This is me. Can we chat about the rest on WeChat?"

Despite being harassed, in an awkward situation, and drinking strong liquor tonight, Wen Jin didn't feel wronged. However, when she thought about Tang Man's urgent illness, which couldn't be delayed any longer, Wen Jin couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Her vision blurred for a moment, glistening tears clung to the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall, and her voice choked with emotion several times.

The dim light swept across, and I felt a pang of pity for the sight.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was feigning weakness as some kind of seduction tactic.

"Smack—"

The metal lighter fell onto the ceramic tabletop with a crisp sound.

The sound, neither too loud nor too soft, instantly silenced the private room.

Fu Yanjing raised his eyes, his unfathomable gaze filled with frost, his eyes extremely cold.

He uttered three words in a deep voice: "Get out."

Wen Jin could no longer suppress the bitterness and burning sensation churning in her stomach. She covered her lips and stumbled out.

I vomited violently in the bathroom.

Tears, mixed with unknown emotions, rolled down the tip of my nose.

After vomiting, Wen Jin became more lucid, but the burning sensation in her body continued to rise in waves.

She took out her phone and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the message that Zhou Jichen had accepted her friend request.

Wen Jin also typed rapidly on the screen, explaining Tang Man's recent situation to Zhou Jichen in the simplest and most straightforward way she could think of.

The pleading words, mingled with Wen Jinye's tears, blurred the screen for a moment.

The scenes of her time with Tang Man flashed through her mind frame by frame. The years she spent living under someone else's roof at her uncle's house, being mistreated and even abused, made Wen Jin almost unable to believe that someone could genuinely feel sorry for her and treat her well just because they saw how hard she worked.

At that time, Wen Jinye fainted several times at her workstation due to low blood sugar. Tang Man was worried about her health, so she specially cooked soup and went to Wen Jinye's house to see her that night.

However, they inadvertently witnessed Wen Jin's depression relapse, with the knife tip slicing across her wrist.

The dripping blood seemed to fall onto Tang Man's heart, and her tears fell even more fiercely than the blood flowing from Wen Jinye's wrist wound.

In fact, Wen Jin didn't want to die. It was just that when the illness surged into her heart, it seemed that only such real pain and glaring red could stimulate her nerves.

Moreover, whenever An Yu had free time, she would always launch a surprise attack to stay by Wen Jinye's side.

She couldn't bear to die.

But from then on, Tang Man used all her connections to find the best psychologist for Wen Jin.

Tang Man pulled her out of the dark and broken edge, but she herself was left with one foot hanging in the air at the gates of hell.

What else can she do to keep Tang Man?

After sending the message, Wen Jin's cheeks were already wet with tears. She bent down and washed her face again.

The lukewarm water calmed Wen Jin down a little.

Her slightly disheveled face was reflected in the mirror.

Her bangs were damp, clinging to her face in strands. She had just been crying uncontrollably, and her eyes and nose were red.

The effects of the alcohol surged in my mind, and the stinging sensation in my temples felt like being pricked by needles.

Wen Jin bent down to find a tissue, and steady footsteps sounded behind her. When she looked up again, another figure appeared in the mirror.

Wen Jin was also stunned for a moment, and turned around in a hurry.

However, the exit was completely blocked by Fu Yanjing's tall and slender figure.

He wore a black shirt casually, his tie was undone at some point, and even the top two buttons were undone.

His brow was furrowed, as if he were irritable.

His eyes seemed to hold an iceberg that could never be melted, his gaze deep and cold.

Fu Yanjing looked down at Wen Jinye's tearful eyes and said, "It's all for climbing the social ladder. Who are you trying to impress with this act of grievance?"

He scoffed, "Didn't you ask for it?"

Wen Jin calmly wiped the water droplets from her face. "Did Mr. Fu come here specifically to see me make a fool of myself?"

This statement, which was neither argumentative nor quarrelsome, somehow angered him.

Fu Yanjing stepped forward and grabbed Wen Jinye's waist without saying a word.

His hot breath lingered around his nostrils.

"Let go of me, Fu Yanjing!"

Wen Jin had also drunk too much alcohol, and her body was weak. The force that pushed against his chest was like a cat's scratch, more like flirting.

Fu Yanjing pulled her into a hug, and the coolness of the sink surface spread from her buttocks, causing Wen Jin to tremble slightly.

Her hands were held back by Fu Yanjing, while his other hand roamed around her waist. "Why didn't I realize back then that your bones were so soft?"

"A goal every day, Wen Jin, you've really impressed me."

They even set their sights on the people around him.

They put on an act of being harmless, docile, and resentful, but all they do is act arrogantly.

Perhaps it's because of the alcohol, but it always makes me lose some of my rationality and act impulsively.

Wen Jin lowered her head and bit his collarbone, letting her tears fall along with it.

More than anyone else, she wanted to stand proudly before Fu Yanjing.

But those who are high above are unaware of the hardships that afflict them in the human world, and they do not believe that anyone would love them with all their heart and soul, without expecting anything in return, simply for the sake of love.

This bite was delivered with no restraint, and without regard for the consequences; the tooth pierced the flesh, and the taste of blood spread throughout the mouth.

Wen Jin felt a bitter taste on her tongue and a bitter taste in her heart.

She was furious, and even her eyes showed a resolute shattering look. "Fu Yanjing, what gives you the right to look down on me?"

Why should they treat her like this?

Overwhelmed by surging emotions, Wen Jinye wanted nothing more than to let loose and vent her frustrations. "What heinous and outrageous thing have I done that deserves your condescension to come all this way just to mock me?"

Fu Yanjing lifted her chin, his warm, slightly rough fingertips gently caressing her lips before finally resting on them.

The bloodstain was wiped away.

A hint of confusion flickered across Fu Yanjing's eyes.

It must be a ghost for him to follow.

She has always been this kind of person.

First it was himself, then it was Pang An, the young master of the Song Group, and now it's Zhou Jichen's turn.

His nature was hard to change, so why should he be upset?

Fu Yanjing released Wen Jinye, his eyes regaining their usual cold and indifferent expression.

He didn't say anything, letting Wen Jin tremble as she got off the sink and disappeared from sight.