Chapter 302: Meng Qinghe's Phone Call

Chapter 302: Meng Qinghe's Phone Call

That night, some people's lives were turned upside down.

Some people are in a state of panic because they have done bad things.

Wen Jin, however, was held in Fu Yanjing's arms and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

Fu Yanjing received a phone call early in the morning.

When the incident first started, no one expected it to escalate so much. Wen Jin originally wanted to handle it quietly, fearing that it would cause too much of a stir online and affect her work.

She appears indifferent and aloof, as if she has nothing to hide, but in reality, she cares too much about this job, so her nerves are unconsciously on edge.

Fu Yanjing could tell that she hadn't been sleeping well for the past few days.

When his phone rang, Fu Yanjing's first thought was not to disturb Wen Jinye's sleep.

He hung up the phone, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the living room, and called back.

It concerns the background of Wen Jinye's mother.

“The surrounding area has changed a lot over the years. The original villagers have scattered to various places, and many have passed away. It’s hard to find eyewitnesses.”

"Continue the investigation."

His voice was low, hoarse from just waking up.

She was initially a little sleepy, but now that she was concerned about something that Wen Jin also cared about, she was fully awake.

He listened to the progress report from the person on the other end of the phone and rationally and calmly made arrangements for the next steps.

Then, open all the curtains on the balcony.

At dawn, a thin layer of white snow dotted the bare trees outside the window, marking the first snowfall in Jiangbei.

They walked from the misty rain of the port city to the first snowfall in Jiangbei.

Rong Ma came over and tentatively asked, "Sir, breakfast is ready."

Fu Yanjing hung up the phone; there was a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table by the window.

He reached over, took out a cigarette and bit it against his lip, his eyelashes lowered as he stared at the flame, about to light it.

But suddenly he extinguished the metal lighter.

A crisp sound accompanied the movement of his hand, and the cigarette broke in his palm.

Wen Jin was still asleep; he wanted to go back to sleep.

The room was warm and inviting, but he reeked of cigarette smoke, as if it were polluted.

Fu Yanjing: "Let the food warm up a little longer, until Jin wakes up."

Rong's mother: "Won't you eat something first?"

"Wait for her to come along."

Rong Ma worked at the Fu Family Manor for most of her life, but the Fu family never cared about family warmth.

For the arranged marriage couple, Fu Xianzong and Qin Zhiyi, it seemed that their only common ground in life was their child, Fu Yanjing.

They were more like work partners who worked well together but had no feelings for each other.

Rong's mother knew that Fu Yanjing was different from Wen Jin, but she never expected this.

Having long been accustomed to eating alone, and prioritizing efficiency, Fu Yanjing even waited for Miss Wen to join him for breakfast.

Love exists in many forms, and two people eating together is the most ordinary yet most precious one.

After Fu Yanjing finished speaking, he went upstairs again to his bedroom.

Wen Jin didn't manage to take a nap. Her phone rang on the bedside table.

On the screen, the three characters "Meng Qinghe" were glaringly obvious, making Fu Yanjing instantly regret not having smoked that cigarette earlier.

At this moment, the craving for a cigarette rose along with the restlessness in his chest, and he frowned.

His dark eyes were filled with displeasure.

Fu Yanjing accepted the answer in a very tasteless manner.

The voice on the other end of the phone was hurried, as if the person was worried sick.

"Today, I just found out that Zhao Qin is causing trouble for you again. She's been away for training for a while now, and I've seen all the online drama. You should be alright now, right?"

Fu Yanjing's lips curled into a mocking smile. He knew that as the ultimate victor in this fierce competition, the more indifferent and ordinary his demeanor, the more elegant he would appear, and the more effortlessly he would win.

This further demonstrates that he doesn't take Meng Qinghe seriously.

Instead of reacting with hostility and ridicule.

But he was really unhappy.

"You went to study in some remote mountain village, and you're only now getting online?"

Meng Qinghe was stunned for several seconds. "You are... Fu Yanjing?"

Fu Yanjing's voice was hoarse, considering that Wen Jin had not yet woken up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman on the bed flutter her thick eyelashes a few times and rub her cheek against the edge of the pillow.

He lowered his voice and asked matter-of-factly, "Otherwise?"

Meng Qinghe was somewhat embarrassed. "Why did you answer Jin Ye's call?"

“Mr. Meng.” Fu Yanjing’s voice was no longer sarcastic; after calming down, it had gained an air of indifferent coldness.

"That's the question I should be asking you: Why did you call my girlfriend?"

"I care about her. She already belongs to you, shouldn't I at least have the concern of a friend?"

"To correct you, she belongs to herself. There are countless men in the world, and she doesn't just have to choose between the two of us; it's not a matter of 'either me or you.'"

Although Fu Yanjing will not give up easily.

As long as Wen Jin doesn't get a marriage certificate with anyone else, he has plenty of energy and methods to seduce people.

It's not that I haven't thought about letting go completely. Wen Jin also feels that leaving me would make her happier, so let her pursue her own life.

But in his most desperate moments, he even considered becoming someone's mistress.

I can't let go.

But he never thought of keeping Wen Jin imprisoned by his side as well.

"Your professional ethics as a psychologist require you to speak subtly, as if I've stolen Jin from your side?"

Fu Yanjing's words hit the nail on the head, and Meng Qinghe fell silent for a moment.

Only he knows the resentment he felt when he let go.

If it weren't for Fu Yanjing, he and Jin Ye would have similar personalities, knew each other well, and got along well.

They find it difficult to compromise when it comes to relationships.

Meng Qinghe had indeed considered that it was only a matter of time before he and Wen Jinye got together, given their similar frequencies.

Fu Yanjing's attitude towards Wen Jinye remained one of aloofness and silent obedience.

In particular, through this incident.

Therefore, he never expected Fu Yanjing to refute him like that.

Meng Qinghe had his own ulterior motives. He was unwilling to accept it and admitted that he had an inappropriate jealousy towards Fu Yanjing.

But deep down, he is still well-mannered.

"I apologize for what I said, which was rather rude." His voice regained its gentle and refined tone. "I didn't mean to provoke you. I was just calling to check on Jinye."

"The matter has been resolved; your behavior is called hindsight."

"And what about you?"

Meng Qinghe suddenly said.

“I really don’t pay much attention to the online drama, and I haven’t been in contact with Jin Ye much lately. Plus, I’m away studying, so my information is often outdated. I feel guilty for calling me a hindsight expert, but as Jin Ye’s husband, why did you let her suffer and get hurt?”

His tone contained a questioning quality that seemed out of place for someone of his status.

Fu Yanjing: "For example?"

"For example, do you know how hard it was for her to become a social reporter? She was out in the wind and rain, running around on the front lines. She's just a young girl. If you had just put in a little effort at the TV station, how could so many tough tasks have fallen on her shoulders?"

"She's worked her way up to team leader after so many years in financial news, without any connections, but now she has to start all over again because of the job transfer. Are you planning to make her suffer for another four years?"

"It's just a matter of a word from you. You're not even going to be a team leader today, but in a few years you'll be able to sit in the director's position."

"Aren't you worried about the difficulties she'll face in the future, just watching from the sidelines like this?"