Chapter 47: Reporter Wen is here to make up with you, right?

Chapter 47: Reporter Wen, you've come to make up with me, haven't you?

She seems to have woken up at a rather inopportune time.

Because of her uncomfortable sleeping position, Wen Jin felt like her whole body was falling apart after waking up.

My first reaction after waking up groggily was to stretch my waist.

But as soon as she reached out her hand, Wen Jin belatedly realized her surroundings. As her mind gradually cleared, Fu Yanjing's words unconsciously reached her ears.

It was undoubtedly awkward for her to wake up at this time.

Wen Jin could only stiffen her body and close her eyes again, creating the appearance of someone who had never woken up.

Meanwhile, by the French windows, Fu Yanjing's mocking laughter continued, "I advise you not to worry about this. Instead, you should keep an eye on the canaries my dad keeps outside. They're not only restless, but the most recent one is four years younger than me."

"Even beasts don't act like this."

Wen Jin listened to his explosive speech and dared not move.

Whether it was her guilty conscience or something else, she always felt a gaze sweeping over her.

Her curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

The sound continued from a nearby source.

Fu Yanjing accidentally pressed the speakerphone button, allowing Wen Jinye to clearly hear the girl on the other end of the phone.

“Fu Yanjing, don’t try to evade the question. Your father and I have our own way of getting along. I won’t force you to choose your marriage partner, but that actress is just too low-class. I will absolutely not agree to it.”

Wen Jin slowly realized that Madam Fu had come to give Fu Yanjing a warning.

He Jiayu was also not considered a good match by the Fu family.

Fu Yanjing protected He Jiayu, his tone turning somber, "Whether you agree or not is your business. Since I'm not ready to get married yet, you should stop interfering in my life."

"Mother, that's enough."

They have their own way of getting along.

Mrs. Fu clearly understood her son's temperament, and she truly stopped her incessant complaining, only muttering in Cantonese, "This one is not as good as your last one."

"What, you miss her?"

Mrs. Fu said, "I just felt that the last one was well-behaved and didn't cause such a commotion with you. But this He Jiayu is something else, she seems to want to have your name on the trending topics every day."

This is probably the obvious difference between love and not love, Wen Jin thought peacefully.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice Fu Yanjing's reply, nor did she know when Fu Yanjing hung up the phone.

"Have you eavesdropped enough?"

Until an indifferent voice came from above.

Wen Jin also kept her eyes closed and didn't respond.

He looked down at Wen Jinye's face, a mocking smile curving his lips, tearing away Wen Jinye's clumsy acting.

"Stop pretending, your eyelashes are fluttering so much they're blurry. I think I caught a cold from your slap."

Even if Wen Jin had fallen into a coma, she would have been woken up by the sight of a bucket of dirty water being poured on her.

She opened her eyes awkwardly. "You caught a cold last night."

She started accusing her benefactor as soon as her fever subsided.

It's a classic case of the farmer and the snake, or the dog biting Lü Dongbin.

Her inner thoughts were revealed through subtle changes in her facial expressions.

Fu Yanjing, who saw through everything, sneered, "Stop cursing me behind my back."

Wen Jin's expression stiffened for a moment, and she pursed her lips. "I wouldn't dare."

But that slightly dissatisfied, even arrogant expression, showed no trace of submissiveness.

Fu Yanjing leaned closer to Wen Jinye, his sharp eyes seeming to try and see through her face.

"Have you been taking gunpowder to regulate your body these past six months? Your temper has grown faster than your height."

Wen Jin is 165cm tall, which is actually a good height, but it seems a bit short next to Fu Yanjing.

Wen Jin felt she was being mocked, so she stood up, finally able to stretch her stiff limbs.

Fu Yanjing stepped aside to make way for Wen Jin, saying, "The restroom is on the right."

All disposable toiletries were provided, and Wen Jin didn't fuss about it.

After the breakup, she gradually broke free from her obsession with Fu Yanjing. As she slowly gave up on him, she became more natural around him than before.

After washing up, Wen Jin was about to leave.

I still have interviews to do today; the task ahead remains arduous.

However, upon reaching the door, she was met with the same cold, mechanical female voice, "Verification failed." Wen Jin remembered again and turned to look at him:

"Your door uses iris recognition; I can't get out."

Fu Yanjing glanced at her casually and smiled lightly, "You were so full of yourself just now, I thought you were going to just break down the door and leave."

He seems to have contracted a terrible disease that makes him feel uncomfortable if he doesn't make fun of himself.

Fu Yanjing walked over slowly, the camera scanned his eyes, accompanied by a "beep" sound.

The door lock is open.

The moment Wen Jin pushed open the door, she froze.

Outside the door, He Jiayu's hand was frozen on the doorbell, with Xu Xiangbai standing behind her.

He Jiayu's face instantly turned ugly.

Xu Xiangbai was also shocked and exclaimed, his expression as exaggerated as a screaming chicken:

"What's going on? What's Reporter Wen doing here?"

Fu Yanjing put his hands in his pockets and said, "Should I just give you a megaphone to shout?"

His nonchalant attitude showed no intention of explaining, and he asked in return, "What are you doing here?"

Xu Xiangbai's brain was still in a daze, which made his voice a little slow, "He Jiayu said she couldn't reach you last night, so we came over to check on you."

Fu Yanjing's reaction was indifferent: "My phone died last night, I didn't notice."

He Jiayu bit her lip, her fingertips turning white as she gripped the shoulder bag strap. "A-Jing, were you busy last night?"

"Um."

This answer made He Jiayu's heart tighten.

What are you busy with?

Wen Jinye walked out of his mansion at this time, clearly indicating that the man and woman had spent the night together.

His concise answer made it hard not to think about it.

Wen Jin didn't want to be part of their game either, so she didn't even glance at He Jiayu and walked past her to leave.

Let Fu Yanjing explain it himself.

She has a clear conscience.

But He Jiayu had already adopted a composed demeanor, and her steps blocked the exit.

She looked at Wen Jinye and suddenly asked coquettishly, "A-Jing, did Reporter Wen regret coming to you to make up?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiangbai's strange scream could be heard for three miles around.

"Make up!? What did I miss?"

"When did they even talk?!"

Before the two parties involved could speak, He Jiayu answered Xu Xiangbai's question on her own.

She looked puzzled. "Xiang Bai, you didn't know? Reporter Wen is the woman who followed Ah Jing in Hong Kong for three years."

Xu Xiangbai's worldview collapsed.

He looked left at Fu Yanjing, then at Wen Jinye.

However, both parties remained indifferent, showing no connection whatsoever, leaving Xu Xiangbai unable to discern any trace of their deep-seated hatred.

Wen Jinye's calmness was not feigned.

She was just a little confused.

He Jiayu clearly harbors so much resentment about her past with Fu Yanjing, so why is she pretending to be magnanimous now?

They even mention it openly and honestly.

Did He Jiayu manage to appease herself, or was she trying to use her as a tool to test Fu Yanjing's attitude?

As Wen Jin pondered, she also heard Fu Yanjing's dismissive retort, "And how did you know that?"

Wen Jin also looked up blankly.

Weren't these words told to her by Fu Yanjing himself?