Chapter 36: Are you addicted to hitting me?

Chapter 36: Are you addicted to hitting me?

Wen Jin's brow twitched suddenly.

Why is there a Plan B?

She wasn't sure if Fu Yanjing had eaten anything unclean, but Zhang Yan's words kept echoing in her mind.

Wen Jin's mind was also filled with—

Fu Yanjing was set up; a woman was waiting for him in bed.

She couldn't bear to watch Fu Yanjing fall into someone else's trap.

Wen Jin hurriedly ran towards the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

Actually, she was also struggling with whether or not she should meddle in other people's business.

If Fu Yanjing were to actually do it, he might even turn around and blame himself for ruining his plans.

Besides, if she goes up there, what if she happens to interrupt...?

The rooftop corridor was quiet, with only the dim yellow corridor lights constantly on.

Wen Jin also clutched the room key tightly, standing at the door.

So far, nothing has happened.

There are only two possibilities.

First: The trouble has already been resolved; Fu Yanjing has taken care of the person.

Second: ...It cannot be spoken of.

I don't know which room on the top floor the guest ordered, but it was a huge bouquet of 999 red roses.

Transported by a large trailer, it almost occupied the entire width of the corridor.

The waiter bent down to pull the cart and kindly reminded her, "Madam, please move aside."

However, the tow truck went off course when it passed Wen Jinye, and the truck veered towards her. Wen Jinye was caught off guard and was hit, and the room card on her fingertip suddenly stuck to the door.

The familiar "crack!"

Wen Jin also staggered and lost her balance, crashing into it.

The main indoor lights were off, only the warm, dim light in the bathroom was on.

The man had his back to the door, his white shirt half-worn, the outline of his latissimus dorsi muscles appearing and disappearing with his movements.

The sudden movement made him pause.

Fu Yanjing turned around. Because he had just taken a shower, his short hair was wet, and water droplets dripped down his forehead and onto his brow bone.

Fu Yanjing's eyes were deep and his hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of inquiry, struck Wen Jinye's heart.

"Wen Jinye, you still say you don't desire my body?"

Wen Jin's body froze completely, and a wave of unconscious guilt and panic washed over her eyes that were reflecting Fu Yanjing.

"no……"

Things happened completely unexpectedly.

The room lacked the chilling atmosphere Wen Jin had imagined after he had sent people away, and there were no restricted scenes that could not be broadcast.

Only the man's burning gaze roamed over her, like a prey that had strayed into his territory.

Wen Jin also subconsciously wanted to escape.

Her thin high heels swayed with her unsteady steps.

She forced herself to remain calm and blurted out, "Don't misunderstand me. Believe it or not, I came up here because someone is trying to frame you. They wanted to drug you in your room and said they had a woman there to take advantage of you. I just—"

Wen Jin also backed away as he spoke.

But as they turned around, fate grabbed them by the back of the neck.

One after another.

The man used his other long arm to loosely encircle Wen Jinye's back, and then closed the door.

Wen Jin's body stiffened.

Hearing his deep voice linger in her ear, "So it was you who almost came into my room before the banquet started."

Wen Jin felt her breath catch in her throat, wondering how Fu Yanjing had come to this conclusion.

The room key was given to her by Xu Xiangbai, and Wen Jin still doesn't know which part went wrong.

The situation was getting worse, and not wanting to cause any more trouble, she pretended to be confused, saying, "What person entered your room? I don't know."

But a blush still stubbornly spread across her cheeks.

Fu Yanjing's warm fingertips caressed her red agate-like earlobe, his fingertips swirling as he stroked Wen Jinye's slender neck.

Finally, he caught a strand of her hair that had fallen over her shoulder and wrapped it around his fingers.

He smirked, "Don't play dumb."

The fragrance of gardenias lingers gently in the room.

It was exactly the same fragrance that lingered at the door when he opened it.

"My mind isn't broken yet; I can still remember your scent."

Wen Jin also felt dizzy.

She knew perfectly well that Fu Yanjing's charming eyes were always full of affection, even when looking at dogs.

But at this moment, his heart was still racing uncontrollably.

She's always so disappointing.

Having liked Fu Yanjing for so long, the abrupt breakup almost broke Wen Jin's heart. Every minute and second of the subsequent lack of contact felt like being stripped of tendons and bones, slowly rebuilding her flesh and blood.

She thought she had really moved on.

Until Fu Yanjing vividly entered her world and appeared before her eyes again.

Wen Jin then realized that the mark he had left on her was far deeper and more profound than she had imagined.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

Fu Yanjing's gaze on her gradually became deep and intense.

He bent his neck, and his warm lips landed on Wen Jinye's snow-white neck.

Wen Jin couldn't stop tickling, so she shrank her neck to hide and turned around in a panic.

Her misty eyes stared at Fu Yanjing without any threat, and the force she used to push him away went limp. "Fu Yanjing, what are you doing?"

"Get out of my way."

The man's brown eyes were fixed on her.

His gaze swept over her chest, which was heaving excessively with tension.

It felt like there was a fire burning inside me, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a low, husky Cantonese accent escaped his lips, "Wen Jinye, did you drug my drink?"

Wen Jin opened her mouth as well, but the overwhelming burden of this false accusation made it hard for her to breathe. "You're talking nonsense."

"Really?" His voice was a little hoarse. "I'm getting aroused."

surging and intense.

Wen Jin's brain went blank for a moment.

The swear word circled around his lips, but finally turned into, "That's because you're bad at managing your subordinates, it has nothing to do with me."

Fu Yanjing wasn't annoyed. He lowered his voice and asked with a hint of seduction, "Want to relive it with me?"

He lifted Wen Jinye's chin with his fingertips.

Her skin was so delicate that a slight touch with a fingertip left an ambiguous red mark.

He leaned down and said in a tender Cantonese voice, "I'll be gentler."

"Fu Yanjing, you can't do this."

Wen Jin turned her head to the side, and Fu Yanjing's light kiss only landed on the tip of her hair.

Her voice trembled, but her gaze towards Fu Yanjing was cold. "Have some self-respect!"

This contrasted sharply with the dark emotions swirling in his eyes.

A certain part of his body was screaming wildly, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Fu Yanjing gritted his teeth in anger, "Haven't you been coming into my room time and time again? A lone man and a lone woman, Wen Jinye, are you addicted to seducing me?"

Wen Jin leaned against the cold doorway.

It's unbelievable that the person she once loved so wholeheartedly could be like this.

He clearly has a crush on someone special.

Yet she can still be infatuated with someone she doesn't love at all.

He Jiayu's words still echoed in Wen Jin's ears, and she also felt it was ironic, "How can you do this to He Jiayu?"

Fu Yanjing frowned. "Why did you bring up He Jiayu?"

How much like a scumbag trying to evade the issue.

"In Mr. Fu's eyes, is love always just a game?"

She is, and so is He Jiayu, the white moonlight.

A person who can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist can be anyone's savior, and naturally only wants to be the master in matters of the heart.

Perhaps in his eyes, there has never been a shred of equality or genuine affection.

Wen Jin wiped the water droplets dripping from Fu Yanjing's wet hair at his collarbone. "You can sleep with anyone you want if you can't control your lower body, but I won't play along with this game."

Fu Yanjing's handsome face gradually turned cold.

"I can't control myself? And who did you see me making out with?"

From the beginning until now, the only woman he has ever been with is Wen Jinye.

She, on the other hand, is keen on blaming herself.

Wen Jin looked down at her toes, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, a clearly defensive posture.

"I can't get into Mr. Fu's glamorous world. Whether you're entangled with your white moonlight or surrounded by beauties, it's none of my business as an ex."

Fu Yanjing was so angry he laughed. "Wen Jinye, there's a limit to your feigned indifference."

She was the one who barged into his room, and she was also the one who stopped him from verbally abusing him at the last minute.

Did Wen Jin really think he was some kind of upright and elegant gentleman?

When did his territory become a place where Wen Jin could come and go as she pleased?

Fu Yanjing wrapped one arm around the back of Wen Jinye's head, bent his neck, and pressed his warm breath against Wen Jinye's lips.

They rubbed against each other with a hint of resentment.

With his other hand, he nimbly grabbed Wen Jinye's wrist.

He anticipated everything: "Are you addicted to hitting me?"