Chapter 235: The Little Traitor

Chapter 235: The Little Traitor

The words were straightforward, but the tone was tender.

Before Wen Jin could even feel embarrassed, she heard Fu Yanjing's tone change abruptly, his voice taking on a cool tinge.

"Besides, how would I know that my presence made other men jealous if I didn't come?"

When he answered the phone, he could clearly hear Wan Peng and the others' voices.

Fu Yanjing's eyes were cool and his tone ambiguous, "He confessed to you before?"

“No,” Wen Jin also said. “He just tried to get in touch with me, but I refused.”

Fu Yanjing was incredibly clever. She strung together a few pieces of information and said confidently and calmly, "You said you have a boyfriend, which is why he's in such a hurry to see me."

Everyone has a pretext.

Wen Jin also said, "This way, we can solve the problem once and for all."

Fu Yanjing pinched Wen Jinye's cheek and sighed lazily, "You're quite good at recruiting people, Wen Jinye."

His gaze darkened. "Why don't you give me a heads-up? How many potential competitors do I actually have?"

A sour smell permeated the air.

Wen Jin couldn't help but smile, a slight curve appearing at the corner of her lips. "Who's being so sour here?"

Fu Yanjing seemed completely oblivious, "Was it me?"

Walk to the front of the car.

Wen Jin was just about to open the back door of the car.

But Fu Yanjing pulled her into his arms, his broad, warm chest filled with tension and a sense of security. Wen Jin pressed her ear against his heart and could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of a horn, and the rustling of yellowing leaves falling in the wind.

And then there was his hoarse voice, deep and moving like a cello, "It sounds like me."

He suddenly became delicate.

Even without careful listening, there was a hint of grievance in his voice, which was completely different from his overall image of a successful and wealthy elite.

He bent over slightly and leaned his neck against Wen Jinye's shoulder.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of her long hair draped over her shoulders.

Hot breaths lingered, and it felt a little itchy.

Wen Jin also shrank her neck.

He tightened his grip on his arm even more.

"Don't move, let me lean against you for a while. I'm feeling dizzy."

Fu Yanjing has always prided himself on his iron body, so for him to admit his weakness is harder than climbing to heaven.

Wen Jin also found it unbelievable, thinking it was some kind of attention-grabbing tactic.

After all, during this time, she had witnessed many things she had never seen before—

Another side of Fu Yanjing.

"Fu Yanjing... are you being coquettish?"

"Um."

Fu Yanjing frankly admitted, "Does acting cute work?"

Feeling his unyielding strength, Wen Jin also felt that this man was indeed a capitalist, so hypocritical.

He clearly didn't give her a chance to push him away, yet he asked her with a sanctimonious air, as if she were truly pitiful and in a subordinate position.

Wen Jin deliberately contradicted him and struggled a bit.

Sure enough, I was tightly guarded again.

"You're clearly cheating."

"No," Fu Yanjing denied. "I'm really sick. You can feel it if you don't believe me."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his heavily painted face suddenly loomed closer and magnified in front of Wen Jinye.

Wen Jin also raised her hand to touch his forehead, and sure enough, his temperature was higher than normal.

He is really sick.

The feeling of fatigue is real.

Therefore, the hoarse voice was not a deliberate provocation, but a genuine sign of illness.

Wen Jin was also somewhat annoyed by her carelessness, or perhaps by her deep prejudice against him and her narrow-mindedness.

She urged Fu Yanjing, "Then why are you still standing here in the cold wind? Hurry up and get into the car."

There is no autumn in Jiangbei.

Once summer is over, there's a sense of desolation as winter approaches.

The temperature was like riding a roller coaster.

The temperature difference between the port city and Jiangbei is significant, which is precisely the time when viral colds are rampant.

Fu Yanjing and Wen Jinye, one pretended to be a pampered child, while the other really treated him like a delicate flower that couldn't withstand the wind.

In fact, this kind of morbid condition was completely within Fu Yanjing's tolerance range.

Moreover, there were plenty of people following Fu Yanjing around, showing concern and taking care of him, afraid that something might happen to him.

It's just that Fu Yanjing isn't cooperating.

But this kind of "care" would be highly sought after by anyone else.

The body also cooperated well.

Originally, I was just feeling a little tired, but just like how you shouldn't be too nervous when a child falls down, the more nervous an adult is, the more they feel like they've hit the ground hard, and the louder they cry.

Fu Yanjing's body was also very cooperative.

On the way back, I felt my body temperature rising more and more.

My head feels a little dizzy.

Fu Yanjing leaned back in his seat, his long eyelashes slightly lowered, letting the fleeting light and shadow outside the car window quickly pass across his face.

He seemed somewhat lost and listless.

Wen Jin could also tell that he was uncomfortable.

She placed her palm on his forehead again. "Why does it feel hotter than before?"

Her already icy palms were placed on Fu Yanjing's feverish forehead, the stark contrast in temperature making the fever seem particularly alarming.

Wen Jin also suggested, "Why don't we go to the hospital first?"

"I'm not going."

How well-done do you want it?

Fu Yanjing squinted, noticing that all her attention was focused on him, her expression full of concern.

How can she be so cute?

He didn't care at all what she said or whether she was being mean to him.

I really want to kiss him.

But I was also afraid of passing on my illness to her.

Fu Yanjing looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"Wen Jin, stop trying to seduce me."

Wen Jinye: ? ? ?

Will this illness affect my brain?

The car slowly came to a stop in front of the small building.

Walking down the corridor, Wen Jin knew all too well Fu Yanjing's character and just how much he disliked taking medicine.

He reminded her with concern, "Remember to take your medicine."

She put on a stern face and pretended to be serious, saying, "If you don't take medicine when you have a fever, it will damage your brain."

Fu Yanjing cooperated with her, wondering how his acting skills had improved so quickly, and how he had suddenly become such a good actor.

As if hearing this for the first time, a look of astonishment and fear appeared in her eyes. "Is it that serious? Should I thank the reporter for saving my life?"

Wen Jin glared at him, "Don't be so serious."

Walk between the two doors.

Fu Yanjing coughed lightly, then suddenly said, "I don't have any medicine at home."

Wen Jin had already inserted the key into the lock, which meant he must have moved in a hurry and probably hadn't prepared many things.

“I have one at home.”

Wen Jin originally intended to rummage through the medicine box and deliver it to Fu Yanjing.

Unexpectedly, his eyes lit up, and he misunderstood her meaning, "Really?"

The door lock is open.

He took the lead and pushed open the door to go in. Qiuqiu was no longer averse to his presence.

Fu Yanjing walked in naturally and sat on the sofa. "Then... thank you for your help."

Well... okay.

We can't argue with a sick person.

Fearing the kitten might sneak out, Wen Jin quickly closed the door and came in.

Hold the kitten close and temporarily house it in its cage.

She soothed the protesting cat, "Be good, there's someone in the family who's more fragile than you and is a bit at odds with you."

Fu Yanjing was both amused and exasperated. "I'm not that delicate. I can just not touch it. Otherwise, it will go into its cage as soon as I come in, and what if it holds a grudge against me later?"

"Sooner or later, we'll all be on the same household register."

"Who wants to be on the same household registration as you?"

Fu Yanjing picked up Qiuqiu, who was trying to get some jerky from him to curry favor with him, and said, "Isn't this what I'm trying to do?"

He grasped Qiuqiu's little paw and shook it toward Wen Jinye.

"One-third of the way through."

Wen Jin also recalled An Yu's repeated admonitions that night, telling Qiu Qiu not to recognize a thief as her father.

He smiled suddenly.

"Little traitor."