Chapter 28: Didn't you enjoy it just now?

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Didn't you just enjoy it too?

Tan Donglin belatedly realized what was happening, "You...how come you drive such a nice car?"

To deal with a rogue, you need to have a way to deal with a rogue.

Wen Jin slowly turned the key, perfectly mimicking Fu Yanjing's inherent haughty disdain.

She curled her lips and retorted, "How do you think I would drive such a nice car and have the keys to it?"

Those born at the top of the pyramid can easily crush countless people like Tan Donglin.

Wen Jin understood the principle, and Tan Donglin naturally understood it as well.

She looked down at Tan Donglin as if he were a lump of mud, "Stop bothering me, Tan Donglin. You know better than anyone whether I owe your family anything or not."

Tan Donglin stood up dejectedly, watching Wen Jinye's retreating figure.

The tension of being on the brink of death still lingers in my mind.

Having narrowly escaped death, his heart was pounding in his chest, and he dared not stop Wen Jinye any longer.

The matter of needing money was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, something he couldn't bring himself to say.

But Tan Donglin always harbored a burning anger.

As the car passed by, Tan Donglin couldn't resist taking a picture and sending it to Lin Zhiying.

You almost killed my wretched woman!

[Wen Jin has also climbed the social ladder; why didn't you say so sooner?]

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Fu Yanjing's story ended earlier than Wen Jin had imagined.

At that time, Wen Jin was also in a light sleep.

The moment the car door opened, Wen Jin woke up with a start, and looked up to meet the man's clear and cold gaze.

He reeked of tobacco, which overpowered his sandalwood scent. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his taut jawline gave off an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Is he angry?

At the very least, I'm unhappy.

His gaze swept over her, filled with coldness, devoid of any hint of humor.

Wen Jin had just borrowed his car, using his influence to his advantage, so he was understandably a little guilty.

She had just woken up, and her voice was soft and slightly hoarse as she said, "You... are back."

Fu Yanjing ignored her and got into the passenger seat.

His presence was too strong, or more accurately, his low-pressure aura was too sharp, making Wen Jin feel somewhat uneasy.

He even despaired, wondering if he already knew about his little tricks.

Wen Jin also tentatively glanced at him.

But Fu Yanjing didn't seem to have any intention of interacting with her at all.

He adjusted the passenger seat to a comfortable position and tilted his head back as if to doze off.

His brow furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of weariness.

Wen Jin didn't say anything more and started the engine.

Night fell.

The city lights flashed past the car window.

Soothing music was playing on the car's radio.

As the song ended, the radio host's gentle and sweet voice rang out, "Dear listeners, welcome to tonight's 'Night Breeze,' I'm your host, A Qiu. Is the person beside you right now your beloved...?"

Wen Jin also clicked to switch channels.

"This song is dedicated to the one you love most..."

Wen Jin also clicked to switch.

Is the person you love right beside you?

She cut it.

What exactly does Fu Yanjing listen to every day that makes the car radio full of romance channels?

Wen Jin also made several cuts.

until--

"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa..."

The cheerful children's voices were deafening.

The man beside her opened his eyes.

A cold snort escaped from his nose. "Does it have to be this idiotic channel?"

"Just say you don't want me to sleep."

He has a bad temper, always has.

But Fu Yanjing was always treated with deference and respect wherever he went.

His defining characteristic was his composure, sitting atop a high platform under the bright moon; Wen Jin rarely encountered Fu Yanjing's direct rage.

It was like I'd been injected with gunpowder.

The car's air conditioning was on full blast, the air was chilly, and Wen Jin simply turned off the radio.

In the quiet, the car slowly drove into Qiushui Bay.

Outside the gate of villa 50, Wen Jin also stepped on the brakes steadily, and glanced at the man beside her without making a sound.

His profile is deep and handsome, with prominent brow bones, giving him a very refined appearance.

Wen Jin had sketched his profile countless times on many nights.

Perhaps due to a headache caused by alcohol, Fu Yanjing rested one hand on his forehead, his eyes closed, making it impossible to tell whether he had fallen asleep.

The mechanical watch on his wrist, with its dark green dial sparkling with tiny diamonds, was shockingly expensive.

The navy blue suit made Fu Yanjing look very fair-skinned.

The sleeves are fitted with dark red cufflinks.

Cufflinks

Wen Jin suddenly remembered that Fu Yanjing had left a cufflink with her.

It was in her bag at that moment.

The words she wanted to gently wake Fu Yanjing were swallowed back.

Wen Jin carefully searched through the items and held the cufflink in her palm.

Her breathing slowed down.

In the dim light, she couldn't see Fu Yanjing's thick eyelashes trembling; only the dappled sunlight from the window shone in, casting a shadow on his face.

They just quietly put it in his car.

Wen Jin didn't know what she was so nervous about. She hadn't stolen anything, nor did she have any ulterior motives.

It's just a simple return.

In a quiet, cramped space, every movement is magnified.

Wen Jinye placed his hand on the storage compartment between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The fingertips are slightly loose.

Before the cufflink could even fall off, her wrist was suddenly gripped by a warm force.

It was just the right amount of pressure, not too light, not too heavy, enough to immobilize her.

"Wen Jin, you're resorting to the same old tricks, aren't you?"

The deep, hoarse voice rang in her ears, and Wen Jin's blood froze.

Like a startled rabbit, Wen Jin suddenly turned around after reacting, bumping into Fu Yanjing's ambiguous gaze.

"I--"

This is truly something that can't be explained.

Fu Yanjing didn't give her a chance to explain at all.

"You really enjoy fishing that much?"

A low, cold, and ambiguous question was uttered, and the next second, a strong arm reached out.

With his well-defined knuckles, he gripped Wen Jinye's neck and pressed her down, catching Wen Jinye off guard and causing her to fall into his arms.

The seatbelt was pulled out a very, very long distance.

With her chin lifted, Wen Jin was forced to look up as well.

A chaotic kiss suddenly descended.

It's not gentle at all.

It was full of hostility and venting.

Wen Jin felt her breath being stolen and sobbed as she tried to push him away.

It remained completely still.

The force on my neck actually increased.

It was as if he wanted to crush Wen Jin into this kiss as well.

This feeling was both so long-lost and so familiar.

Wen Jin also felt like she was about to cry for a moment.

"Fu Yanjing!"

Her voice was muffled and unclear.

Until a faint taste of blood spread in my mouth.

Fu Yanjing finally broke free from his shackles.

Wen Jin didn't quite control the force of his bite; a bead of bright red blood seeped from his lower lip. He casually licked it with his fingertip, creating a captivating allure.

"How come I never knew you were born in the Year of the Dog before?"

Fu Yanjing roughly ripped open two buttons on his shirt, revealing two rows of lingering teeth marks and purplish-blue bloodstains on his collarbone.

"We haven't settled accounts with you yet."

Wen Jin's chest heaved, her voice trembling slightly, "Who told you to kiss me without saying a word?!"

Fu Yanjing's expression had returned to its usual coldness, as if he wasn't the one who had just been so fierce.

"Didn't you seem to be enjoying yourself just now?"