Chapter 45: Does he harbor resentment towards me?

Chapter 45: Does he harbor resentment towards me?

Although his words seemed to be meant as a joke, there was not a trace of humor in his cold and stern face.

Song Zaicheng didn't take it seriously. "Maybe he's really fallen in love this time. It's the first time I've ever seen him so attentive to a girl."

Wen Jin wasn't deaf; she could hear their conversation.

She always felt that Fu Yanjing's gaze was falling on her, seemingly casually.

Mocking and sharp.

The game begins.

Wen Jin had been following Fu Yanjing around Hong Kong City and had seen all sorts of occasions, so playing these games was no longer of any interest to her.

Even doing it effortlessly.

After several rounds of games, the few who had been the most boisterous at the start had all drunk quite a bit. Song Zaizhen was unlucky and got so drunk that he couldn't even take care of himself, while Wen Jin didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

Xie Ting stared in disbelief, then slurred, "You're a hidden talent! I underestimated you."

Wen Jin smiled faintly, "Just lucky."

The wine on the table was emptied several times over.

Wen Jinye's "luck" continued until the end of the game.

Many people at the table were already somewhat incoherent from drinking.

The man who had threatened to help Wen Jin also drink away the alcohol was now slumped on the sofa, seemingly asleep.

Wen Jin didn't forget the purpose of her visit. She leaned over and patted Song Zaizhen's shoulder, her tone somewhat helpless, "Second Young Master Song, I can't take you back like this."

Xie Ting was also drunk. As soon as he heard the word "leave," he staggered over and leaned on Song Zaizhen. "Leave? Leave what? We've drunk this much, we should all drink until we drop."

He tried to pull Song Zaizhen, "Song Xiao Er, get up and have a couple more drinks with your brother."

Song Zaizhen let out two muffled groans of discomfort, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, kicked Xie Ting away.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I'm not drinking anymore."

He opened his eyes groggily, like a sleepy puppy, wrapped his arms around Wen Jinye's arm, and pressed his face against hers, "I want my sister to take me home."

Wen Jin tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't. He was quite embarrassed in front of the drunk man and said in a kind voice, "You're drunk. I can't take you away, and I don't know what to do with you."

"Sister, I have a very good drinking manner. I promise I'll sit quietly in the car without throwing up or making a fuss."

Song Zaizhen made a symbolic swearing gesture, "And I really wasn't drunk."

That's what drunk people say.

"Then walk in a straight line and let me see."

"yes!"

Song Zaizhen stood up, his slender, tall body swaying precariously. The next second—

Bang.

He fell down on the table.

Wen Jinye: ...

Hello, sleeping is not allowed here.

Empty glass bottles fell to the ground, shattering with a piercing sound.

Song Zaizhen's indistinct voice rang out, "That was an accident."

Even if the sky falls, someone will always have a mouth to hold it up.

Those who were drunk didn't care about him.

Those who didn't drink were simply watching the spectacle from the sidelines.

This includes Song Zaicheng.

This was the first time he had seen his younger brother like this. "I never expected this kid to be so cunning. And after being his older brother for so many years, I never imagined he would like his older sister."

"Relationships between older women and younger men are all the rage now."

Fu Yanjing slightly bent his fingers and tapped the glass of wine lightly, saying casually, "You seem very pleased?"

"certainly."

Song Zaicheng sighed, "This kid seems to have a rich romantic history, but actually no one has ever truly entered his heart. His previous girlfriends were all just using each other; one wanted money, and the other wanted companionship. He never really put his heart into it."

"This is obviously different. If he truly loves someone, I hope he can marry someone he truly loves in this lifetime."

Song Zaicheng seemed to be thinking, "After all, the burden of the family can be placed on my shoulders. As long as he is happy, that's all that matters."

These heartfelt words left Fu Yanjing with little interest.

Yu Guang saw Song Zaizhen stagger up from the table and half-squat down in front of Wen Jinye, saying something.

He frowned subtly, put his wine glass on the table, glanced at Song Zaicheng, and said, "If he's drunk, take him home."

"Didn't you see that reporter Wen was in a difficult position?"

Song Zaicheng was unsure of Fu Yanjing's intentions, so he could only nod.

He went up and grabbed Song Zaizhen by the collar.

He glanced apologetically at Wen Jinye, "Sorry to have troubled you just now, I'll take him back."

Wen Jin felt as if she had seen a savior. Watching Song Zaizhen being taken away by her brother, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he turned his head slightly, he met Fu Yanjing's unfathomable gaze.

He seemed quite relaxed, and it's unclear how long he's been observing this place.

Wen Jin knew that her every move would not be well received by him, so she pursed her lips and her breath rose again.

I felt a tightness in my chest, probably because the smell of smoke and alcohol in the private room was too strong.

With Song Zaizhen gone, Wen Jin had no reason to stay any longer.

She picked up her bag and got up to leave.

The pain in her ankle returned.

There was a pharmacy nearby, so Wen Jin went and bought some band-aids and anti-inflammatory spray.

As I walked out of the pharmacy, I saw Fu Yanjing standing across from me.

He stood casually under the streetlight, a cigarette burning between his fingers, steam rising from it.

He had a few drinks at the club, but there was no trace of weakness or drunkenness in his eyes. His clear gaze swept over the pharmacy bag that Wen Jin was carrying, as if he had come to wait for her.

Wen Jin paused slightly. "Mr. Fu, is there something you need?"

Fu Yanjing scoffed, "With your leg limping like this, you still manage to come here to talk about love. Reporter Wen, you really have a lot of leisure time."

Wen Jin also gripped the bag tightly, too lazy to explain, and walked straight past him.

As we passed each other, the man's indifferent voice rang in my ears, "Can you still drive?"

She was puzzled, and a look of doubt appeared in her clear eyes.

Fu Yanjing remained calm. "I need a driver."

She couldn't believe it.

So, Fu Yanjing waited for her here specifically just to enslave her?

Wen Jin also said, "My driving skills are just average."

Fu Yanjing loosened his tie. "I've already seen it last time; its speed is comparable to that of a tortoise."

He complained that she was too slow and even made her drive. What kind of weird habit does Fu Yanjing have?

But these thoughts remained unspoken as Wen Jin accepted the car keys with a blank expression.

Her neatly trimmed nails accidentally brushed against Fu Yanjing's thumb and forefinger, leaving a red mark somehow.

Fu Yanjing glanced at her. "You harbor quite a grudge against me, don't you?"

Wen Jin also said, "I dare not."

Fu Yanjing smiled casually. This time, he didn't sit in the passenger seat, but opened the back door and sat down without any qualms.

Perhaps because he had been drinking, Wen Jin could see the weariness in his slightly furrowed brows through the rearview mirror.

The interior of the car is quiet.

The silence was broken by the sudden ringing of her cell phone.

Just then, the light ahead turned red, and Wen Jin answered the call; it was Song Zaizhen calling.

He was perhaps a little clearer-headed now, and his voice was no longer slurred with alcohol, "Sister, have you gone back? I'm sorry to have left you there alone."

"I'm already on my way back, don't worry about me."

"You're not angry with me, are you?"

Wen Jin was also puzzled. "Of course not." She politely advised, her voice gentle, "You drank quite a bit tonight, take care of yourself."

As the red light countdown began, Wen Jin kept in mind the saying, "Improper driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes," and said, "I'm driving, so I'm hanging up now."

Song Zaizhen's tone softened, as if reluctant to part, "...Okay, sister."

However, when Wen Jin put her phone away, she noticed through the rearview mirror that the man who had been pretending to sleep had opened his eyes at some point.