Chapter 226: He Just Gained the Right to Openly Pursue His Wife

Chapter 226: He Just Gained the Right to Legally Pursue His Wife

A cylindrical object.

Wen Jin also curled her fingertips slightly, and took it out with some doubt. It was a delicate and small thermos.

Fu Yanjing turned his head and looked into her clear eyes, his expression shifting from panic and embarrassment to stunned silence and then to doubt.

When he finally took it out, the joy in his eyes gradually increased.

The corners of his lips also lifted in sync with Wen Jinye's surprised expression.

He clearly had the intention of deliberately misleading her, yet he was so good at acting that he made Wen Jin feel ashamed.

Her long eyelashes fluttered. "Wen Jinye, what do you think I'm going to do?"

His hand touched the uterine warming patch on Wen Jinye's lower back, which was radiating heat.

“I traveled thousands of miles to bring you brown sugar water, and you’re being unreasonable? You’re throwing a tantrum at me, so you think I’m a beast in your eyes.”

"Entrapment."

That's pretty beastly of him.

Wen Jin felt a little guilty, but not much. "You deliberately misled me, stood on the moral high ground and started to criticize me. Fu Yanjing, are you here to pronounce judgment on me?"

"The high ground?" he said calmly. "You've wronged me again."

"I've been afraid of heights since I was a child."

Of course, it's also immoral.

Wen Jin was completely speechless.

But then she thought about it again, and it was strange that he would come all the way to the mountains in the middle of the night to bring her brown sugar water.

How did he know it was his period today?

Wen Jin thought so too, and asked the same question.

With the warm, soft body in Fu Yanjing's arms, the dark clouds that had been weighing on his heart for so long dissipated, leaving him without any semblance of composure.

"I've already told you everything, I can do the math."

Never mind, the answer doesn't matter.

She really needed to drink some hot water, and Wen Jin was also worried that if she opened the bottle cap, water would drip out and spill on the two of them.

In addition—

They do not yet possess the identity required for such an ambiguous posture.

Wen Jin was about to get up when she was gently pressed back down by a force that was neither too strong nor too weak.

Fu Yanjing took it and calmly opened it for Wen Jin as well.

“When I went to feed Qiuqiu, I saw that you had made notes on the calendar on your small table. You circled today’s date and noted it as your period period.”

It only takes a moment.

He immediately called Dong Qi, glanced at today's schedule, and canceled everything that could be canceled.

As far as I can remember, she never seemed to be able to take good care of herself.

They can be incredibly meticulous in their work.

They tend to be easygoing when it comes to themselves.

It's all thanks to her ability to endure.

So, he came.

His voice was somewhat languid, yet every word was clear: "Of course, I'd rather see you."

Wen Jin felt as if her heart was filled with something warm.

"you……"

He handed the open thermos to Wen Jinye; steam swirled around it, the temperature just right.

"This is my first time pursuing someone, I have no experience."

"Teacher Wen, could you please be a little more understanding?"

*

He comes at night and leaves in the early morning.

If it weren't for a silver thermos left here, Wen Jin would have thought it was a dream she had during her night of pain.

The next morning.

Wen Jin also had a good night's sleep.

After I finished washing up and getting ready, the delayed network finally pushed out the new message.

A WeChat message from Fu Yanjing:

[Arrived safely in Jiangbei.]

She sat on a small stool, never expecting that the stool could support the weight of two people.

Even though I've only been here once, I feel like Fu Yanjing's presence is everywhere.

That's just how this person is; their presence is always so strong.

Wen Jin also went out.

I noticed that many children were lining up to receive new supplies.

The once empty square was now filled with trucks carrying supplies.

New desk, clothes, shoes...

The former principal excitedly shook hands with the workers who were carrying the supplies.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Seeing Wen Jin standing not far away, the old principal walked over and said, "Reporter Wen, thanks to you and your friend, thank you so much for your donation..."

He choked up as he spoke.

Wen Jin was also somewhat confused and didn't dare to take credit. "Thank me? I didn't do anything, you mean—"

The old principal thought she was being modest, saying, "The three million you and your friend received, along with the massive amount of supplies, is already an immense favor."

Wen Jin's eyelashes trembled, and she belatedly realized what was happening.

This is Fu Yanjing's work.

That gave him a legitimate reason for his actions last night.

He donated three million without batting an eye, yet it changed the fate of countless children in the mountains.

Perhaps this amount of money is nothing to Fu Yanjing.

But he insisted on adding Wen Jinye's name as well.

Wen Jin also inexplicably felt ashamed of not being able to accept the favor.

I subconsciously wanted to send something to Fu Yanjing.

You donated three million?

Then I felt that asking that question was inappropriate, too obvious.

Why did you include my name in the three million?

No matter how she asked, she couldn't express her meaning, and Wen Jin withdrew her answer again and again.

She felt uneasy about receiving undeserved praise and the inexplicable goodwill bestowed upon her.

As I was about to exit the chat page, I simply let it happen naturally.

The other party's unmarked ID name suddenly flashed with "typing..."

His message came quickly:

Feeling melancholy?

It seems that Wen Jin also frowned, wanting to question him but feeling that he had done a good deed and shouldn't be given negative emotions.

Fu Yanjing didn't want her to dwell on this matter:

The Fu family donates at least tens of millions to charity every year, and even their incense money amounts to millions. This three million is nothing. Meeting is fate, so please accumulate some merit for me. Whether it's Buddha or any deity, it might help me smooth my path to winning back my wife, right?

Wen Jinye: ...

But this merit has nothing to do with her.

She struggled with typing.

It hasn't been sent out yet.

Fu Yanjing had predicted everything.

[You are the main contributor; without you, I wouldn't know where I am, let alone be here. So, the lucky cat smiles and throws away your feelings of unworthiness.]

Wen Jin couldn't help but give Fu Yanjing extra points in her heart.

But then I thought about it again.

He knows her so well and always anticipates her feelings, so why can't he see the sincerity in her love for him back then?

It's so obvious whether someone cares or not.

And on the other end of the phone screen.

Qin Zhiyi, having not heard her son's voice for a long time, lost her patience and asked coldly again, "Where is he?"

Fu Yanjing replied to Wen Jinye's message.

I don't want to be distracted by this.

I stared at the chat box until I was sure the other party had unilaterally ended the conversation before replying indifferently, "Here."

"Why is my mother calling so early in the morning? Does she have some advice for me?"

How's the progress on your end?

“The work in Jiangbei is progressing smoothly. What trouble could I possibly cause that would make you call and question me?”

Qin Zhiyi cursed him in Cantonese, finding him annoying for being so talkative.

Why are you talking so much today?

“I wasn’t asking about work, I was asking about…” She paused, not quite used to the way she addressed him, “How’s my pursuit of my daughter-in-law going?”

This made Fu Yanjing fall silent for a moment.

The joy that had been radiating from even the strands of hair suddenly froze.

How should I express this, since he has only just gained the right to pursue his wife openly?

Fu Xianzong’s cold, deep voice was accompanied by a sneer.

She was still seething with anger at being let off the hook by the old man, and she hadn't vented her frustration yet.

"Ha! It's him!"

"He proudly refused the arranged marriage, and I thought it was some kind of passionate true love, but it turns out to be unrequited love. I'd be ashamed to let the Fu family down if word got out."

"So pathetic, and he's my son."