Chapter 249: The Past - The Dampness He Refused to Acknowledge

Chapter 249: The Past - The Dampness He Refused to Acknowledge

Fu Yanjing's love life was reported by mainland media.

Such news quickly reached the port city.

Hong Kong media outlets have been making numerous speculations.

#Top-tier heir travels to Jiangbei to pursue reporter's beautiful wife

#Girlfriend of Hong Kong entertainment circle prince revealed, she is actually a news reporter

#The heir to the Fu Group fiercely protects his wife, bowing down for love.

Such terms have been the subject of much discussion in the port city.

Early in the morning, I received a phone call from the Fu family manor.

The old servant's voice was kind; she greeted him first with a "hello."

He then said:

"Everyone has seen the news about the young master in Jiangbei. The master and the teacher are both worried about when you will return."

From afar came Fu Xianzong's arrogant voice-over.

“I have no lingering feelings for this rebellious son.”

The old maid was silent for a moment, then said, "Sir, you're all talk and no action. The key thing is that the master and madam are quite concerned about you... and that Miss Wen. They'd like to ask when you'll have time to bring her back with you."

Fu Yanjing is currently preparing to take the kitten to get its third vaccination.

Now Wen Jin is even busier than him.

That made him seem like a qualified stay-at-home husband.

The children were all left to him to take care of.

Originally, Wen Jin also wanted to borrow some of his assistant's time.

Fu Yanjing didn't want to let outsiders handle matters that were family matters.

After putting the kitten in the carrier while fully equipped with masks, Qiuqiu thought they had gone out to play alone.

I'm so jealous.

A combination of kindness and severity.

First they circled around and whimpered.

It started to break down again, and the little bark erupted in fury.

Since there was still no legal document to protect him, Fu Yanjing did not want to lose any public support.

I picked up the dog and took it out for some fresh air.

As a result, that cowardly little dog...

Upon arriving at the entrance of the pet hospital, the familiar scent and the familiar white coat immediately reminded it of the pain of getting a shot.

The kitten, about to be pricked, remained unmoved.

The puppy that had stubbornly followed along barked terribly the moment it got off the bus.

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was being abused.

Fu Yanjing, holding the dog leash, looked at the puppy lying on its four paws on the ground howling and laughed in exasperation.

Passersby looked in this direction.

He bent down to scoop the puppy up.

A warm, orange-yellow liquid gushed down.

It almost spilled onto Fu Yanjing's arm.

His broad, calloused hands supported Qiuqiu's round belly, saving her from certain death.

Fu Yanjing was completely out of options.

"You should be glad you're your mother's daughter."

"No, you should be grateful that you are my daughter."

When has the heir to the prestigious Fu Group ever been so disheveled?

It was at this time that Fu Yanjing received the call from the old house.

He was flustered and his tone was somewhat perfunctory.

We'll see when the time comes.

He did want to take people back to the port city.

Later, when Qiuqiu was held in Fu Yanjing's arms and confirmed that she wasn't the one getting the injection, she stopped trembling.

It's strange to give a kitten a shot.

I also gave it a full-body check-up.

Very healthy.

This gap.

Fu Yanjing received another call from Qin Zhiyi.

She found an empty room and asked alone, "Are you sure it's her?"

Fu Yanjing watched through the glass as the nurse patiently gave the kitten an injection.

I couldn't help but think of that rainy night.

And before that rainy night, how many sleepless nights I tossed and turned.

An empty room, suffocatingly dark.

Every breath I take after losing Wen Jinye feels like being slowly tortured to death.

A person accustomed to being in control of everything believes he can suppress all fluctuating emotions, at least maintaining a calm and collected demeanor on the surface.

But he discovered that he couldn't even do that.

Her mind was filled with past memories and speculations about how she had liked him since high school.

Many details that I had overlooked in the past began to become clear at that moment.

There are so many ordinary moments in the port city.

In the misty morning, she leaned against him.

He works from home.

And she, having a rare free weekend, would quietly snuggle up to him.

I casually flipped through a magazine.

The air was very quiet.

The only sounds were the occasional tapping of his keyboard and the gentle rustling of Wen Jin's fingers as she turned the pages of a book.

She didn't know what she had seen.

I looked down at the book.

She looked up at him again.

Watching her repeat the same action over and over again, Fu Yanjing couldn't help but chuckle.

The movement of the fingertips stopped.

When she looked over again, Fu Yanjing tilted his head slightly and caught her gaze perfectly.

Wen Jin also felt the embarrassment of a good student being caught red-handed. She opened her mouth, but her small body straightened up immediately.

After realizing what was happening, she immediately held the magazine up to her face, revealing only her pair of clear and bright eyes.

And the cover of that financial magazine featured Fu Yanjing.

This is what it truly means to be caught red-handed.

Fu Yanjing snatched the magazine away.

The distance between the tips of their noses and Wen Jinye's noses.

"Wen Jin, are you studying me?"

Her cheeks flushed. "I... our editor-in-chief asked me to write a report about your speech at the economic conference on the integration of monetary economics and the development of the Fu Group. What you said was too profound; my understanding of the connection between the two is really not that deep..."

"So you went to find out what magazines I had interviewed before?"

Wen Jin nodded as well.

Fu Yanjing rolled the thin magazine in his hand into a tube and gently tapped it on Wen Jinye's head.

"This magazine is from so long ago; the world economic map has been updated long ago."

Her rebuttal was soft, "But you yourself rarely speak publicly or give interviews..."

He gave Wen Jinye a pretentious glance and asked, "Can't you ask someone for help?"

She approached him, her eyes filled with an eagerness he couldn't understand at the time, as if she had appeared by his side without hesitation.

However, behind this fervor, she seemed to have drawn a dividing line that only she herself knew.

She never ventured into such territory lightly.

For example, at that time and that moment.

Wen Jin bit her lip, "I'm afraid of troubling you."

She always seems to like to talk about what she's afraid of.

Is she afraid of him?

Fu Yanjing didn't quite understand.

"Wen Jinye, just how scary am I in your eyes?"

Wen Jin seemed to be oppressed by this accusation, her eyes widened, and her tongue seemed to tie itself in knots for a moment, "No...no. You're not scary."

Fu Yanjing, looking rather lazy, closed his laptop. "Then why don't you dare ask me for advice? I'm right here. Go dig up some old interview magazines. Who do you think you are?"

He pinched Wen Jinye's cheek, tempting him, "Do you know how to ask someone for help?"

Will it?

Her anxious and apprehensive demeanor made it seem as if she knew nothing at all.

She shyly grasped Fu Yanjing's sleeve and gently swayed it.

Her voice was soft and agreeable, "Could you teach me?"

Fu Yanjing thought to himself at that time, "How can she be so easy to bully?"

Will someone like this cause problems when breaking up in the future?

Will she be easy to deal with?

Without him, will her world collapse?

But later, after accumulating all her disappointment, she left without a trace of lingering affection.

Her eyes were filled with tears, yet her demeanor remained resolute, clearly conveying to Fu Yanjing that this was not some kind of feigned indifference.

She turned and walked into the rain.

The dampness that Fu Yanjing was unwilling to acknowledge.