Chapter 35: Those Three Years, They Had a Right to Do So

Chapter Thirty-Five: Those Three Years, They Had a Right to Do So

Under the glass lamp, the woman's eyes trembled, and she remained speechless, like a little wooden puppet.

She never expected that Fu Yanjing could so casually utter the words "aphrodisiac" in front of everyone.

This innocent and guileless demeanor made it seem as if Wen Jin had ulterior motives.

She really couldn't argue with him.

Whether it's a battle of wits in love or a verbal argument, she's always the one who gets completely crushed.

Wen Jin also took a few steps away from him, turning her face away from him, "I'm not guilty, and I'm not interested in Mr. Fu's body."

"Yeah?"

Fu Yanjing lifted his eyelids slightly, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far, but the woman turned her head away from him.

Her neck was as white and slender as porcelain, her profile was smooth and clear, and her ears, hidden under her wispy hair, had a pale pinkish hue.

Her earlobes have always been very sensitive.

His dark gaze burned like fire, and Wen Jin was drawn into certain memories.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

After all, his past self was not only interested in Fu Yanjing's body, but also wanted to understand Wen Jin inside and out.

The first time they crossed the line, Wen Jin's hands trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes glistening with tears. "Can I see you?"

Fu Yanjing was so angry he laughed. "Wen Jinye, who told you to use such a polite attitude to do such lewd things?"

Her voice was strained with nervousness, "I don't know the procedure for this kind of thing."

That day, his burning palm guided her hand, touching certain unspeakable places.

And on the side.

Since the conversation had already reached this point, Zhang Yan naturally knew that the spiked drink in his hand would never reach Fu Yanjing's stomach.

They had no choice but to leave reluctantly for the time being.

Fortunately, he had a second plan.

Wen Jin caught a glimpse of Zhang Yan's departing figure out of the corner of her eye and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She gave Fu Yanjing a weak glare, then turned and left.

But my face still felt burning.

Wen Jin also took her bag from the rest area, rummaged through it to find a sample of makeup remover, and then went to the restroom to wash her makeup.

The sticky, oily feeling on my face had just been washed away when the sound of high heels hitting the ground came from behind me.

Wen Jin casually pulled out a few washcloths, wiped the water droplets from her eyelashes, and saw He Jiayu's arrogant face.

She had no intention of saying goodbye and was about to leave when He Jiayu stopped her.

"stop."

Wen Jin also turned to the side, "Miss He, is there something you need?"

He Jiayu walked over slowly, a glint of light in her eyes. "Reporter Wen is indeed quite beautiful. No wonder A-Jing uses you as a pastime when I'm not around to relieve his boredom."

Wen Jin was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected that Fu Yanjing would even be honest with He Jiayu about this.

Could she, merely a pastime during the breakup period between Fu Yanjing and He Jiayu, really become a thorn in their relationship?

“I know everything. You’re the canary that A-Jing has been raising for three years.” He Jiayu acted with composure, as if she wasn’t there to reprimand Wen Jinye, but simply to comfort and enlighten her.

"But everyone wants to be a sparrow, thinking that the cage is gorgeous and precious, but they don't know that a thing that can't even kill a chicken can have its feathers plucked by outsiders, and it's also easy to kill it."

but--

The three years were real, the caged bird act was fake, and no matter how much Fu Yanjing didn't love her and how much he humiliated her in front of He Jiayu, Wen Jin still had her own dignity.

“Miss He, when I was with Mr. Fu, it was all legitimate. It wasn’t a sugar daddy relationship or a mistress relationship.”

That was her real love affair.

Not a bird he kept in a cage.

"But you don't know how much your past existence is an eyesore! You don't know how much A-Jing wants to erase your existence. Because of you, I can't let go, which is why I haven't reconciled with A-Jing yet."

Do you know how hard it was for him to coax me?

He Jiayu said with certainty, "When he's with you, he's thinking about me all the time."

Every word she whispered in Wen Jinye's ear was like a whip, lashing at his spine with a sharp, biting wind.

She once thought those three years of tenderness were the echo of her unrequited love, a brief fulfillment of her desires.

In the end, it turned out to be just a joke.

But these things no longer needed He Jiayu to remind her of.

He Jiayu, however, was lost in her memories and continued, "Everyone envied me and A-Jing when we were in high school. Back then, many people were chasing after A-Jing, but A-Jing didn't even glance at any of them."

Wen Jin pursed her lips; she knew better than anyone what she was saying.

How many times had she watched them walk away hand in hand?

“If it weren’t for our divergence after graduating from high school, coupled with my momentary pride, Ah Jing and I wouldn’t have separated for so many years. Now we’re both more mature, I’m just still considering it. But it’s only a matter of time before Ah Jing and I get back together, especially since I’m much more suitable for you in terms of social standing.”

Wen Jin's patience ran out, and she said calmly, "Miss He, there's no need for you to explain your emotional turmoil to me."

How much Fu Yanjing loved her, how many years he waited for her, and how their relationship developed were all irrelevant to her.

She lowered her eyes. "Ms. He, my three years with Mr. Fu were perfectly legitimate, and we had no contact after it ended. You don't need to come here to give me a hard time."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the makeup remover from the sink and turned to leave.

As I was putting it in my bag, I felt a card.

Wen Jin then remembered that she was still holding Xu Xiangbai's room card and hadn't returned it. If she left it at the front desk without permission, who knew what kind of rumors would spread.

She had to go back to the banquet hall to find Xu Xiangbai.

But before Xu Xiangbai could be seen, Wen Jin was stopped by the four young actresses.

Their eyes lit up with gossip. "What's your relationship with Mr. Fu?"

Wen Jin remained expressionless. "It's alright."

"Tch~ Who would believe that? We all saw it. Mr. Fu just put his arm around your waist and helped you up. At the beginning of the banquet, a rich girl used the same trick and fell flat on her face in front of him, but Mr. Fu didn't even glance at her."

One of them spoke with great conviction, "And after you left, Miss He looked very embarrassed and cautiously asked Mr. Fu if he was very familiar with you. Mr. Fu didn't even explain."

She cleared her throat and, mimicking Fu Yanjing's indifferent demeanor, repeated her words, "Don't worry about my affairs."

"It seems that Mr. Fu and Ms. He's relationship is not as good as the rumors suggest."

He Jiayu doesn't seem to have a very good reputation or network of connections in the industry.

Previously, An Yu had been complaining to her that He Jiayu was arrogant and incompetent, loved to act like a big shot, and had poor acting skills. She said that He Jiayu was able to win the award because she was a custom-made Best Actress, relying on resources and only participating in S+ scripts, plus an SSS+ team.

To paraphrase An Yu, "Even if you tie up a dog, the dog can win an award."

Now, these four beauties have a rather low opinion of He Jiayu. "I knew it. He Jiayu didn't perform as well as she seemed. How could Mr. Fu, who is in such a high position, not see through a hypocritical green tea?"

But when it comes to matters of the heart, who can say for sure?

Wen Jin was too lazy to dwell on the love-hate relationship between Fu Yanjing and He Jiayu.

Even though Wen Jin didn't participate in their discussion at all, they automatically included her in their camp.

She kindly reminded him, "By the way, you're here to see Mr. Fu, right? His clothes got wet from the waiter's spill, so he's probably gone upstairs to change."