Chapter 46: You've been following me around, what do you want that I can't give you?

Chapter 46: You've been following me all this time, what do you want that I can't give you?

A pair of dark eyes met her gaze casually.

Throughout the call, Wen Jin kept her voice down, and there was no sound leakage from the phone, but Fu Yanjing could still easily guess who was on the other end of the line.

An inexplicable awkwardness lingered.

Wen Jin simply turned on the car radio.

His voice rose along with the sorrowful love song.

"You like him?"

Wen Jin unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Is Mr. Fu very concerned about my love life?"

Fu Yanjing smiled slightly, as if casually inquiring about a subordinate, "Humanitarian concern."

It's quite absurd to hear "humanitarianism" from a capitalist; it makes it seem like he cares a lot about his ex-girlfriend.

Wen Jin remained expressionless, not wanting to dwell on the matter further. "I don't like it."

Fu Yanjing raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her answer.

His gentle voice sounded like a compassionate reminder, "He's not the same person you see; he's not a good person."

"Moreover, the Song family has been declining in recent years, and Song Chunju will most likely rely on family marriages to consolidate his position. Even if he doesn't interfere much in the family business, he still can't make decisions about marriage."

Wen Jin glanced at the bustling street scene outside the window and said in a very soft voice, "Mr. Fu, there's no need to come here to give me a hard time."

"Young Master Song is not my target, nor are you."

Silence fell inside the car.

After a moment of silence, Fu Yanjing spoke again, "Wen Jinye, if you had stayed with me all along, what couldn't I have given you?"

What a wonderful word "follow".

The word triggered her senses; she felt a buzzing in her brain, and her language system went mad.

Her tense tone was stubborn and aloof, "Fu Yanjing, you said that when we were together, we were boyfriend and girlfriend."

Fu Yanjing pressed his fingertip to his brow, not quite understanding. "What's the difference?"

It's just a simple emotional bond between men and women.

A fire ignited in Wen Jin's chest, burning ever brighter, and it even emboldened him.

She sneered, "Yes, it's all the same to you. Why do you have to ask me in such a condescending and condescending tone? Doesn't Mr. Fu know what I want?"

His eyes were deep and unfathomable. "Marriage is out of the question."

Fu Yanjing remained perfectly clear-headed.

Even when he was with Wen Jinye, he only ever had Wen Jinye as his girlfriend.

Three years is neither a long nor a short time.

There have been rumors circulating around him, and people jokingly ask him if he is deeply in love.

Wen Jinye's family had inquired about him before.

Fu Yanjing was well aware that his marriage would ultimately depend on social standing, and he had no intention of getting involved in romantic relationships, nor would he risk his family's favor for anyone.

He has been emotionally detached since childhood, and Wen Jin is the only exception.

But it was just an accident.

But Fu Yanjing never intended to mistreat her.

Although Wen Jin didn't say anything in return, Fu Yanjing could sense the sharpness hidden in her silent demeanor.

Feeling a bit heavy-headed, Fu Yanjing casually took a bottle of ice water from the car's refrigerator.

A well-intentioned reminder: "Do you really think that by gaining the reputation of a rich wife, they will give you more than I do? You have no idea how badly you will fall if you try to cross social classes through marriage."

"If you had squeezed a little more money out of me back then, you could be on the Jiangbei City Rich List by now."

Just how much did he drink to teach me to extort more money from him?

Wen Jin glanced at him suspiciously through the rearview mirror, but they couldn't agree on anything.

She simply shut up and stopped talking, as if she were trying to escape reality and was stubbornly refusing to listen.

The rest of the journey ended in silence, and the atmosphere became tense.

Fu Yanjing leaned back in his chair, his long eyelashes trembling as he looked down, making it hard to tell whether he was feigning sleep or had truly fallen asleep under the influence of alcohol.

*

Until the car slowly came to a stop at Qiushuiwan Mansion,

Wen Jin also turned around and called to him, her tone distant, "Mr. Fu, we've arrived."

But there was no response.

Wen Jin glanced back at him through the rearview mirror, noticed his unusual behavior, got out of the car, and opened the passenger door.

"Fu Yanjing, wake up."

Wen Jin tried to push his shoulder, but her wrist was gripped by the man's palm. The force wasn't great, but the temperature was scorching.

"Don't bother me."

His reaction was somewhat abnormal.

Wen Jin also touched his forehead with the cool back of her hand, and it was indeed unusually hot.

"Fu Yanjing, wake up, you have a fever."

The man opened his eyes with difficulty as she shook him, his voice hoarse, "Take me back."

The door lock uses iris recognition. After Fu Yanjing entered the house, he was probably extremely exhausted. He didn't even turn on the lights and just collapsed onto the black leather sofa.

There was no nanny in Qiushui Bay; Fu Yanjing was the only person in the vast space.

He doesn't like crowds, and he especially dislikes his house being surrounded by strangers.

Back then, Wen Jin also lived with him in Xishan Public Relations, a prime location in Hong Kong where every inch of land was precious. The space was so large that your voice would echo when you spoke, but she only had a nanny who had been with the Fu family for many years.

Wen Jin also turned on an ambient light in the dark and went upstairs to find Fu Yanjing's room.

The simple black, white, and gray tones, which look lifeless, are his consistent style.

Wen Jin also found a blanket and went downstairs to cover Fu Yanjing.

He had his eyes tightly closed, but he wasn't sleeping soundly; his long eyelashes trembled, and a layer of fine sweat beaded on his forehead.

Wen Jin also recalled what had happened tonight. He had been silent and listless the whole time, and now that he thought about it, he probably wasn't feeling well at the time.

However, Fu Yanjing was extremely careless about his health. He never paid attention to minor discomforts and would just endure them.

He probably didn't expect the fever to come on so suddenly.

Wen Jin had already gone all the way to the end, so even if he was still upset, there was no need to argue with a sick person.

She placed a wet towel soaked in cool water on Fu Yanjing's forehead. Fortunately, there was antipyretic medicine in the first-aid kit at home, and Wen Jin also boiled water.

I half-squatted in front of the sofa and called to him.

"Fu Yanjing, wake up first and take your medicine."

Half-asleep, Fu Yanjing grasped Wen Jinye's wrist with his well-defined knuckles, his hoarse voice tinged with tenderness, "Baby, be good."

Wen Jin stood there, stunned.

Who is he calling?

Is it He Jiayu?

The warm water in the cup was shaken out, dripping onto Wen Jinye's arm.

She lowered her eyes and shoved the fever reducer into the dog's mouth without saying a word.

A bitter taste spread, and Fu Yanjing regained some consciousness.

Wen Jin handed him the water, saying, "Drink it yourself."

He closed his eyes, mechanically swallowed two mouthfuls, then slumped back onto the sofa, finally falling into a deep sleep thanks to the effects of the medication.

Wen Jin tidied up briefly and prepared to leave.

But when I got to the door, I found out that I also needed to use iris recognition to get out!

Amidst the repeated mechanical female voices announcing "Verification failed," her eyes widened in astonishment, her expression showing a hint of helplessness.

It was captured perfectly by the camera.

She looked back at the person who was already fast asleep on the sofa. Wen Jin was also extremely frustrated. After slapping the air a few times in a cowardly manner, she resignedly sat down on the sofa at the other end.

Wen Jin also checked the home security camera and found that there was very little dog food left in the automatic feeder.

After confirming that Qiuqiu had eaten and drunk her fill in the air-conditioned room, and was now lying in her fluffy little nest, Wenjin felt relieved.

She curled up into a small ball, burying her face in her arms.

After a busy day, as my body relaxes a little, sleepiness is gradually creeping in.

Until the next morning.

Wen Jin gradually woke up to the sound of Fu Yanjing making a phone call.

His deep Cantonese accent was tinged with displeasure:

“I know exactly what I’m doing, you know that, and I don’t want outsiders interfering in my affairs.”