Chapter 39: She hid in someone else's arms

Chapter Thirty-Nine: She Hid in Someone Else's Arms

Wen Jin also felt uncomfortable.

Instinctively, she dodged backward, her scraped ankle scraping against the curb. The second blow made Wen Jin frown, "Ouch~"

"What's wrong with my sister?"

Song Zaizhen followed Wen Jinye's gaze downwards, "How did you hurt your ankle?"

Discussing her foot injury late at night left Wen Jin feeling lost, and she even wanted to grab the high heels she had thrown aside and put them on.

But her ankle was held in Song Zaizhen's dry palm.

The warmth of his fingertips seeped through his skin, and his voice inexplicably deepened.

"Sister, I'll go buy you some medicine in a bit."

The awkward feeling was like being stung by something. Wen Jin suddenly pulled her ankle back, opened her eyes wide as if to say something, but saw that Song Zaizhen's eyes were clear and open.

That only makes it seem like she's overthinking things and trying to glorify herself.

But Song Zaizhen asked innocently, "What's wrong, sister? Why are you reacting so strongly? Did I touch your wound and hurt you?"

Wen Jinye: ...

"No, I'm not used to it."

A black minivan smoothly drove out of the hotel's parking garage.

The car headlights blazed brightly, sweeping across the road ahead.

The halo of light shone on this side, gradually drawing closer.

Wen Jin was also blinded by the sudden light, but instinctively squinted to look over.

The car window was half-lowered, revealing the man's handsome and unconventional profile.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, he shifted his eyes from the tablet and glanced over lightly.

That one glance was filled with indifference and coldness.

Wen Jin also remembered Fu Yanjing's warning. She subconsciously lowered her head and turned her body slightly, using Song Zaizhen's body to cover herself up as if she were burying her head in the sand.

Little did they know that from this angle, Fu Yanjing saw them as if they were leaning on each other.

Fu Yanjing indifferently withdrew his gaze.

A faint, mocking smile curved his lips.

She said she was avoiding him, but it turns out she was hiding in someone else's arms.

*

Tan Donglin has been having a very bad time lately.

A while ago, I was lured into gambling by a scantily clad dealer at an underground casino. I lost a fortune and ended up taking out high-interest loans.

When they were trying to trick him into taking out a loan, they made all sorts of sweet talk, but then they turned around and started violently demanding repayment. Tan Donglin was penniless and miserable.

They lived a life of constant hiding and fear.

With frequent rain lately, his rented basement apartment is damp and stuffy.

Tan Donglin couldn't lie still any longer, so he picked up his phone and found that Zhao Qin had sent him another voice message.

The 60-second voice message was half filled with sobs: "Son, tell me, are you really having trouble doing business outside? It's not that I don't want to give you money, it's just that you've been asking the family for money so frequently over the years, and our savings are almost gone. If I give you any more, your father and I will have to use up our savings for our funerals."

They didn't mention paying a single word, only complaining.

Tan Donglin cursed under his breath, "It's not time to go to the coffin yet, is it?"

No matter how hard their lives are, can they be as hard as his?

Tan Donglin lost patience and threw his phone down. He got off the bed and slurped up a couple more mouthfuls of instant noodles.

While they were eating, the door to the room was violently broken open by men in black.

Tan Donglin shuddered in fright and instinctively covered his head, squatting down on the ground. "Don't hit me, brother, give me a little more time. I swear I can definitely get you the money!"

His original plan was to take some money from Wen Jinye and then have the debt collectors harass Wen Jinye.

But who would have thought that Wen Jin would actually hook up with a rich man and become someone he couldn't afford to offend?

Tan Donglin almost buried his head in the ground, not daring to open his eyes. "Brother, please, give me some more time. If you cripple me, I'll really never get this money back!"

"Pfft." A light, mocking laugh pulled Tan Donglin out of the abyss of fear.

He looked up in confusion and discovered that the person featured on the giant poster hanging in the shopping mall across the street was actually in his own home.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He Jiayu curled her lips in disgust. The entire room reeked of a faint, rotten smell, making her feel nauseous. If Tan Donglin hadn't been somewhat useful to her at this moment, He Jiayu would never have set foot in such a place in her life.

Wen Jin was also entangled with these poor relatives, which was really her bad luck.

She glanced at Tan Donglin, looking down at him, "Is that all you've got? No wonder Wen Jin was able to fool you with such a clumsy lie."

Tan Donglin was completely confused. "What do you mean?"

The bodyguard in black dragged out a stool and carefully wiped it clean. He Jiayu then sat down gracefully facing Tan Donglin.

Do you know me?

Tan Donglin nodded repeatedly, his face full of flattery.

“I see you on TV every day. The movie you made is a household name, and…”

This was not the answer He Jiayu wanted to hear.

She interrupted impatiently, "I am Fu Yanjing's official girlfriend."

Tan Donglin was taken aback. "Who is Fu Yanjing?"

He Jiayu: ...

idiot.

Her last bit of patience vanished, "It was what Wen Jin called climbing up a high branch."

"That car was just something Wen Jinye secretly drove out when my boyfriend and I weren't looking, and she's just using it to fool you. She does want to get into my boyfriend's bed, but she doesn't have the ability."

“So—” He Jiayu leaned down, poked Tan Donglin’s shoulder with her sunglasses in her hand, and said arrogantly, “You should understand what I mean, right?”

Tan Donglin clenched his fists and immediately blamed all his recent misfortunes on Wen Jinye. "You mean I was tricked by that bitch Wen Jinye?"

He Jiayu: "Not too stupid."

She took out tens of thousands of yuan in cash from her bag and threw it in front of Tan Donglin like feeding a dog.

Tan Donglin's eyes immediately gleamed with predatory intent.

"I hate those arrogant people who covet me, so I'm entrusting some things to you. This is your reward."

"As for how much benefit you can get from Wen Jinye, that depends on your abilities."

He Jiayu stood up gracefully. "In short, I don't want Wen Jin to have it too easy."

Tan Donglin wished he could kowtow to He Jiayu on the spot, fawningly saying, "Miss He, don't worry! That little bitch lied to me and even dared to seduce your man. I will definitely not let her get away with this!"

He Jiayu left satisfied.

Tan Donglin immediately picked up all the money from the ground and put it on the bed. The smell of ink and money made him feel intoxicated.

But this time Tan Donglin was smarter.

It has been a common occurrence throughout history for women to fight tooth and nail for a powerful and influential man.

Wen Jin may have lied to him, but He Jiayu's words may not necessarily be the truth.

He hadn't forgotten the lesson Lin Zhiying had taught him last time.

They all wanted to use someone else to do their dirty work, and he didn't want to become cannon fodder.

Thinking this way, Tan Donglin sent a message to Lin Zhiying:

[Reporter Lin, do you know what Wen Jinye has been up to lately?]

The message had barely been sent when the debt collectors started making those urgent calls again.

But this time, Tan Donglin didn't play dead; a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes.

He answered the call, bowed obsequiously to the empty space, and spoke in a fawning tone.

"Brother Long, don't worry, I'll definitely give you the money this time."

"I have a cousin..."