Chapter 41: Kiss Me

Chapter 41: Kiss Me

The Hanjiang Street area is very quiet, and there is no nightlife at all after nightfall.

The alley was quiet, the dim streetlights were dilapidated and flickered on and off, only the chirping of cicadas and the calls of stray cats on a summer night stimulated the senses.

Wen Jin's breathing slowed, and her body became somewhat stiff.

The ground reflected the burly figures of several people. She turned to the side and finally confirmed that the footsteps rushing towards her were not an illusion.

The man in the lead had a hideous scar on his face and a sinister expression. "You're Tan Donglin's cousin?"

Wen Jin gripped her phone tightly, trying to remain calm, "I don't know him."

"You think you're kidding me?" The man narrowed his eyes. "If you dare to play tricks, I'll kill you."

This is not a threat.

Wen Jin could also tell from the aura and appearance of these seven or eight people that they were a group of desperate criminals with ruthless methods who were engaged in shady business.

Her heart clenched; she hadn't expected Tan Donglin's debt collectors to be there, surrounding her.

The man zoomed in on the woman's features in the photo on his phone, then looked at Wen Jinye's face and grinned lewdly, "That good-for-nothing Tan Donglin isn't good-looking at all, but his cousin is as beautiful as she is in the photo."

“I don’t want to resort to violence, but your cousin owes money and won’t pay it back! We’re a loan shark, not a charity.”

Wen Jin bit her lip, suppressing the trembling in her voice, and calmly said, "Shouldn't you go to Tan Donglin to find him about the money he owes you? I have nothing to do with him anymore."

The debt collectors, however, didn't care about any of that.

Seven or eight fierce-looking burly men moved closer to Wen Jin. "If he won't give it to you, we can only turn to you. I advise you to be sensible. Your cousin said that you've dated rich people and you work as a reporter at a TV station. You're not short of money."

"I have no money."

Wen Jin wasn't lying. Tang Man was sick, and she gave most of her savings to Tang Man. In addition, she recently moved to a new house, and all the money Wen Jin had was probably not enough to fill the gaps between these people's teeth.

The men, their patience exhausted, said menacingly, "If you don't have money, then give us something else in return."

Looking at their sinister faces, Wen Jin's heart sank to the bottom.

She never doubted that they would use extreme methods.

We can no longer sit idly by and wait for our demise.

The man in the lead shook his neck and pressed his hands together, making a "crunching" sound from his joints.

Wen Jin made a snap decision and, before the group of men could react, turned around and ran out through gritted teeth.

Fortunately, she wasn't wearing high heels today.

But the ankle that was chafed that day has not yet healed, and every step I take while running is like being pricked with needles.

The debt collectors realized what was happening and chased after her, cursing as they went, "You bitch, you dare to run? I'll catch you, you just wait!"

They relentlessly pursued him, and no one seemed inclined to let Wen Jinye go.

As the night deepened and the area grew quiet and remote, Wen Jin struggled to run out of the alley, but there wasn't a single car on the road.

She was already running out of energy, and the group of people behind her was almost upon her.

It was as if that person could reach out and drag Wen Jin into an abyss.

Just as Wen Jinye was sinking into despair, car lights appeared at the fork in the road, gradually approaching. This was Wen Jinye's last hope. Almost instinctively, she mustered her last bit of strength and stumbled towards the car.

The driver inside the car let out a cry of surprise and slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

The driver muttered under his breath, "Someone actually has a death wish, daring to stage an accident so openly."

After he finished cursing, he cautiously looked at the man in the back seat who had been jolted, "Mr. Fu... someone stopped our car."

The man's brow furrowed from the discomfort of the violent shaking, his low, cold voice devoid of any warmth, "Who?"

The driver said slowly, "It's a woman."

Fu Yanjing turned his head to look out the window.

That beautiful yet panicked face unexpectedly came into view.

Outside the car.

Several debt collectors stopped in their tracks upon seeing the expensive car. They hesitated, fearing that someone they couldn't afford to offend was inside. They could only watch from a distance as Wen Jin desperately pounded on the car window.

If the benefactor doesn't lend a hand, then Wen Jin and the others will definitely be taken away tonight.

Wen Jin didn't even see the car's license plate clearly. She was exhausted, and perhaps because she was too panicked when she ran over, her ankle was hurting even more now.

Heart-wrenching pain.

But Wen Jin couldn't care less. Completely drained of energy, she could only lean against the car door. The dark windows prevented her from seeing anything inside. Wen Jin pleaded for help, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hello, could you please help me get away from here?"

“My cousin’s debt collectors have come after me; they want to take me away to pay off their debts.”

Wen Jin's fingertips lingered on the car window, her eyes welling up with tears; this car was her last hope.

Her hopes were not dashed.

The car window loosened and slowly rolled down.

Fu Yanjing's handsome and resolute face gradually came into focus.

The expectation in Wen Jin's eyes suddenly froze, "Fu Yanjing..."

His demeanor was as aloof as a pine tree on a mountain, and a hint of cold mockery appeared on his noble and distinguished face. "Wen Jinye, is this what you meant by avoiding me next time you see me?"

His indifferent gaze lightly fell on Wen Jinye's feet, as if gently reminding her, "Your shoelaces are all untied."

Those behind him were watching intently, while those in front watched from the sidelines.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes, a misty haze surrounding her. Her self-esteem always seemed so worthless in front of Fu Yanjing.

A single tear welled up in her eye and rolled down her nose. Wen Jin whispered, "Can you take me away?"

In stark contrast to her current predicament and wretched state, the man sat aloof and elegant in the car, his legs crossed gracefully, his entire body spotless.

His gaze, devoid of emotion, fell on Wen Jinye's hair. "Kiss me."

Wen Jin looked up in surprise, wondering if she was hallucinating. "What?"

He was very patient, but simply tilted his head. "Don't want to?"

Wen Jin was increasingly unable to understand him; perhaps she had never understood Fu Yanjing in the first place.

The man remained composed, one hand dangling gracefully out of the car window, his fingertips tapping lightly and irregularly. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he said, "Everything involves an exchange."

He held a grudge, and the thought of Wen Jinye's seemingly insulted expression that day stung his heart.

"I kissed you, and you said I was trampling on your dignity."

"Then why don't you kiss me?"

Fu Yanjing felt as if he had some kind of quirk.

Wen Jin's slap hit him right in the heart.

Forced relationships are never sweet, and besides, countless women want to please him, but Fu Yanjing wouldn't even give them a second glance.

Why did I have to get angry with Wen Jin?

Fu Yanjing's indifferent tone carried a hint of inquiry, "Dignity or safety, which would you choose?"

Wen Jin naturally chose the latter.

Almost the instant Fu Yanjing finished speaking, Wen Jin leaned half her body through the lowered car window, holding onto the car door with both hands and standing on tiptoe.

As if with unwavering courage, her soft lips pressed against Fu Yanjing's rather cold lips.

But Wen Jinye's uneasy, curled fingers betrayed her state of mind.

A mist rose and spread from the depths of her eyes, making Fu Yanjing's image sway and blur in her vision.

Her long hair swept across Fu Yanjing's heavily painted profile and slid down his throat.

The interior space suddenly felt cramped, and the scent of gardenias filled the air.

Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Get in the car."