Chapter 246: Feeling honored, Reporter Wen

Chapter 246: Feeling Honored, Reporter Wen

It's that word "跟" again.

Wen Jin felt a buzzing in her brain.

The dignified smile in her eyes instantly cooled, like embers falling into ice water, leaving only a barely perceptible dark red.

"During those three years, we acted with integrity and honesty."

The man persisted, "Why did you suddenly return to Jiangbei when you were perfectly upright?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

In an inconspicuous, dimly lit corner of the hall, a refined and dignified figure suddenly rose and strode out from the shadows.

Suppressed whispers rose and fell in an instant.

"Mr. Fu!"

How did he get here?

The dark suit was impeccably tailored, making his broad shoulders and long legs appear even more striking. The man's facial features were sharp and smooth, with thin lips slightly pursed, and his expression carrying a hint of indifference.

His suppressed rage and displeasure are palpable, yet the underlying cause of his displeasure remains unclear.

It was because Wen Jin also thought himself superior and tried to curry favor.

It was also because of the difficulties others were making things difficult for Wen Jinye.

The man was seated on the side of the aisle, and Fu Yanjing walked straight past him.

They didn't even give him a disdainful look.

Upon noticing his figure, photographers all turned their lenses towards him.

The live stream's popularity surged once again.

[The true deity has descended! To speak for us personally?!]

[The fastest time a rumor has been clarified, why did my heart start racing?]

[Isn't anyone wondering where this expert came from?]

[Really not...]

Not only were the onlookers confused, but even Wen Jin was somewhat taken aback.

He clearly had something to do today and was supposed to wait until he finished to pick her up?

So he'd been watching her silently from the corner all along?

Until his tall figure walked up to him.

The host, looking completely bewildered, handed over the microphone.

No one expected that the annual ceremony would be so elaborate this year.

Fu Yanjing's gaze swept across the audience, his body radiating the solemn aura of someone who had risen to power in the past.

He clearly didn't exchange any words with Wen Jin.

Just standing next to her like that, he inexplicably gave people the feeling that he was supporting Wen Jinye.

He looked up and met the man's astonished gaze.

A calm demeanor masking scrutiny, leaving no room for concealment.

The man's initial confidence suddenly began to waver and show signs of weakness.

"What did you just say? Repeat it again."

His voice was deep and cold, yet it possessed an aura that commanded respect.

The man steadied himself. "I said... Wen, Reporter Wen has been following you since Hong Kong..."

A cool, sassy smile played on his lips.

"Well said."

"I am the man who followed reporter Wen in Hong Kong for three years."

?

You have to understand that even if a wealthy heir like this has a wild lifestyle in private, or is popular with the entertainment media, he still has a lot of influence.

It is absolutely forbidden to admit it publicly so easily.

Otherwise, it will greatly affect subsequent marriage alliances.

No one expected him to admit it so readily, right in front of the media.

What's even more shocking is—

Is this a correct subject-verb-object structure?

Fu Yanjing's voice was calm, "As for why she returned to Jiangbei back then, I think it's harmless for lovers to have a little tiff. Why is this being maliciously speculated about?"

The final note descends, creating a sense of impending storm.

The man panicked, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "But you weren't—"

He interrupted coldly, "You know a lot about our past?"

The man felt a sudden chill, "No..."

Fu Yanjing lifted his thin eyelids, his gaze sharp. "Since you don't want to, then sit down."

The venue fell silent once again.

Fu Yanjing then turned around to look at Wen Jinye.

They carefully adjusted the silver medal hanging around her neck.

His tone was serious and solemn.

"I am honored to be a part of this, reporter Wen."

The woman, who had been calm and composed when she was being harassed and questioned, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes.

My emotions are like sedimented sand, slowly loosening and collapsing in the undercurrents.

“Fu Yanjing…”

All the coldness and sternness on the man's face vanished at that moment.

There is only one kind of desire, like a peacock spreading its tail.

The microphone wasn't deliberately moved further away, nor was the volume deliberately lowered.

His deep, resonant voice carried a hint of tenderness, yet it didn't feel frivolous even in public.

"Shh-"

"So many people are watching."

"Sweet words can be spoken at home."

Until this moment.

Dong Qi, who had been anxious for a long time while the emperor was not worried, finally understood.

Why did his boss stop him from handling the phone call?

It turns out that this was due to absolute trust in reporter Wen.

as well as--

Complete protection.

The live stream saw a surge in viewership and discussion.

Aside from the sheer shock and disbelief.

There were also cheers from many young girls in love and fans who liked Wen Jinye.

If this isn't love!!!

[The superior bows his head, sob sob! Anyone writing novels here? Here's a pen; I want it on Tomato and Cat platforms in 24 hours!]

[Reply: To the person upstairs, we at Haitang want one too!]

[Fiction becomes reality! Let's see who dares to laugh at us novel-loving girls from now on!]

[Laughing and getting rich, I wonder who was plotting this? Now they've had their fill of PDA, are they satisfied?]

So, is nobody going to scream that they've been together for three years?

[Reply: Oh right, so what was He Yu doing all that back then? Haha, did she even lend a hand when the two of them were having a falling out? She should be blacklisted as soon as possible.]

Meanwhile, He Jiayu, who was watching the live stream, had her facial features contorted in pain.

Once again, their attempt to steal a chicken backfired and they lost more than they gained.

She originally intended to use this down-on-his-luck man to make all of Wen Jinye's efforts go to waste.

And by the way, label her as a "resource-backed" person.

I never expected Fu Yanjing to go on stage in person!

Given the Fu family's status, how is it any different for him, as the heir, to publicly acknowledge his relationship with Wen Jinye on stage, compared to proposing marriage on the spot?

Is he really going to marry Wen Jinye?

A surge of immense resentment and anger welled up within him.

Waste! Waste! All of you are trash!

Why is it that she was harmed so badly by Wen Jinye, yet Wen Jinye was able to rise through the ranks?

Just then, the door lock opened.

The assistant brought over a low-fat meal.

"Jiayu, have something to eat. You have an online audition later."

She was furious and hadn't even left yet.

He strode forward, grabbed the lunch bag from his assistant's hand, and smashed it against the assistant.

In an instant, soup and vegetables splashed everywhere.

"You dare to order me around?"

"Does such a low-budget production really require me to audition in person? What kind of star am I to even be worthy of them?"

The live stream was still going on on my phone.

Wen Jin gracefully stepped down amidst the host's congratulations, and her clothes remained perfectly clean even during a barrage of aggressive questioning.

On the contrary, they are more popular in the public eye.

Fu Yanjing's existence did not shroud her in a halo, suppressing her efforts, nor did it condemn her to the pillory of shame as a gold digger due to societal norms.

instead--

This makes her seem even more charismatic.

Fu Yanjing stood casually below the stage, personally welcoming her off the stage.

The director knows exactly what everyone wants to see.

The camera precisely cut to the two figures supporting each other.

He Jiayu felt as if all the blood in her body was flowing backwards.

He finally stopped going crazy over his assistant.

Instead, he smashed the phone against the wall again.

Finally, it's quiet.

He Jiayu was panting heavily.

This is already my fifth phone.

The assistant hastily wiped the juice off her body.

He changed his timid demeanor.

"They're really rich."

He Jiayu heard the sarcasm in her lonely tone, and her voice lost its usual cautiousness.

She looked down at her and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Since you're so rich, settle my salary now as well."

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A note from the author:

I suddenly realized I made a mistake yesterday and missed updating a chapter.

Everyone can rewatch it from page 244 qaq