Chapter 32: This is Fu Yanjing's car

Chapter Thirty-Two: This is Fu Yanjing's car

The interview with Song Chunju was well received, and Mingjing's traffic was temporarily revitalized.

The entire production team breathed a sigh of relief, except for Lin Zhiying, whose face was clouded with worry.

She would sit up in the middle of the night and look at that photo repeatedly when she couldn't sleep. Who exactly did Wen Jin hook up with?!

That day, Song Zaizhen chased after her calling her "sister," but she had secretly investigated and found that Song Zaizhen wasn't driving that car.

She's fickle and promiscuous.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhiying's office desk was not too far from Wen Jin's, so all the praise and admiration from other colleagues could reach her ears.

Just then, a colleague came over and chatted with Wen Jin. "Xiao Jin, have you heard? There's a big charity gala tonight, with all the big shots in attendance. I heard that Mingjing got invitations."

Wen Jin didn't remember either and shook her head.

My colleague was a little excited. "I heard that the Hong Kong entertainment circle's heir will also be attending. This is his first official event in Jiangbei. Wasn't it you who got his interview last time?"

She concluded, "I think the TV station will definitely arrange for you to go, especially since you've landed all the valuable interviews recently."

"I really envy you."

Before Wen Jin could say anything, a sour and slightly sharp voice interrupted.

"I advise you not to envy her."

Lin Zhiying grew angrier the more she thought about it, and said sarcastically, "Who knows how much effort reporter Wen put in on certain aspects?"

Just then, Director Wang pushed open the office door.

Wen Jin glanced in the direction Director Wang had come from, and said indifferently, "How could I be as strong as you?"

Director Wang naturally had no idea what they were talking about, but he could sense that the atmosphere here was a bit off.

He frowned, his large belly protruding, and said, "What are you chatting about here again? Do you really think you can eat without working?"

After saying that, he glanced at Wen Jinye and said, "You're going to the charity gala tonight."

Lin Zhiying's eyes widened in anger, clearly unwilling to accept defeat. "Director Wang!"

Wang Pangzi's single glance made Lin Zhiying swallow the rest of her words, leaving her with a crooked mouth and a resentful expression.

Xiao Yin peeked over and whispered, "666, they're not even acting anymore."

Director Wang cleared his throat. "However, this is also your first time attending such a formal occasion on your own. You will be representing Mingjing and even the image of our TV station. To prevent any accidents, I will arrange a partner for you."

"Lin Zhiying is very experienced, so you two can go."

Lin Zhiying's expression softened a bit. "Don't worry, Director Wang, I will definitely take good care of Xiao Jin."

Help her out? It would be a miracle if she didn't cause herself trouble.

But Wen Jin could only politely say, "Thank you, Director Wang."

As soon as Director Wang left, Lin Zhiying let out a smug snort, "Wen Jinye, don't think you've outdone me. No matter what, I'll still be there for this charity gala."

Wen Jin had no idea how she managed to lock onto enemies in mid-air, as he had never even competed against her before.

She gave a perfunctory "uh-huh," agreeing with Lin Zhiying, "You're the best."

Praising someone to the skies creates a more effective form of satire.

Lin Zhiying's smug smile froze on her lips. "Don't think you can be so smug for long."

"Isn't it better than someone who can't even be proud of themselves?"

Xiao Yin couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder it's been cloudy and rainy in Jiangbei these past two days; it turns out someone's ghost is haunting us."

"Sister Jinye, ignore her. I'll do your makeup in a bit, and she'll be stunningly beautiful!"

*

As evening approached, Mingjing's car slowly pulled up in front of the hotel.

It had just rained heavily in the afternoon, and there was water everywhere on the road. The sky was still terribly gloomy.

After getting off the car, Lin Zhiying held up her phone and circled around the hotel entrance, snapping photos of herself in various expressions and poses.

There was only one invitation, and Lin Zhiying was with her, so Wen Jin could only wait for her on the side.

Not far away, another extended van slowly turned in, but just as it turned, whether out of control or something else, the van suddenly accelerated and drove towards Wen Jinye.

There was a puddle of water nearby. When a car tire drove over it, it splashed up a lot of dirty water.

Wen Jin's white dress was instantly splashed with water.

The two vans stopped without any apology, and the rear doors opened automatically.

He Jiayu, dressed in glamorous attire and gracefully landing in ten-centimeter high heels, brazenly uttered a clumsy lie, "I'm sorry, Reporter Wen, my driver's skills are not good."

Her provocation was so blatant, but the security guard at the door kept his eyes darting around, pretending not to see it.

After all, societal rules favor the wealthy.

He Jiayu probably thought of this as well, and patted Wen Jinye on the shoulder with a smile that hid a knife, "Thank you for your understanding, reporter Wen."

Fortunately, Wen Jinye is wearing light clothing today. I can go upstairs later to get a damp towel to wipe her down and then use a hairdryer to dry her. It won't be a problem.

She pushed away the hand that was on her shoulder. "It's okay."

The tone couldn't be more polite: "Ms. He, you can find a driver with better eyesight next time."

"Otherwise, it's not a good solution to keep splashing water on other people."

Chinese culture is profound and extensive; even the simplest phrase can be interpreted in countless ways when associated with polyphonic characters.

He Jiayu could tell something was wrong, but Wen Jinye's expression was too calm, as if it were just a simple expression of concern.

He Jiayu's expression changed, and she was about to say something when the roar of a sports car engine came from not far away.

A black Porsche with consecutive license plate numbers drove into view.

This caught He Jiayu's attention.

Wen Jin and He Jiayu both recognize this car.

She ignored Wen Jinye and walked over in her high heels, her voice tinged with eagerness, "A-Jing..."

However, when the car window rolled down, Xu Xiangbai's face was revealed.

He Jiayu's perfect smile froze on her face for a moment.

Xu Xiangbai tossed the car keys into the valet's arms, then casually removed his sunglasses with one hand, saying coolly, "Didn't expect that, did you? It's me."

"I've been eyeing this car of Jing's for so long, and I begged him for ages before he finally let me touch it."

He Jiayu pouted, "I thought it was A-Jing."

"You don't need to be so obviously disappointed when you see me, do you?"

Xu Xiangbai got out of the car and saw Wen Jinye. He greeted her without any airs, "Reporter Wen, we meet again. What happened to you?"

Wen Jin didn't expect Xu Xiangbai to uphold justice for her after she filed a complaint with him.

After all, they're in cahoots.

She replied dismissively, "I got splashed."

"Oh~" Xu Xiangbai was as enthusiastic as ever. After all, his family was one of the organizers of this charity gala, and the hotel was also under the Xu family's control.

He casually pulled out a key card and tossed it over. "Top floor, the room number is on the key card. Go and get ready."

Before Wen Jin could refuse, Xu Xiangbai pulled He Jiayu inside.

This left Wen Jinye speechless.

Lin Zhiying also stopped taking selfies.

He looked in disbelief at the direction He Jiayu and Xu Xiangbai left, and then looked in disbelief at the car the valet had just driven away.

He hurriedly opened his phone and found his chat history with Tan Donglin.

The car in the photo is exactly the same as the car Xu Xiangbai drove!

This is... Fu Yanjing's car?