Chapter 54: I wish I could condemn him to ten deadly sins

Chapter 54: I wish I could condemn him to ten deadly sins

Wen Jin glanced at An Yu, who was completely oblivious to her own pleasure, and then recalled Xu Xiangbai's gritted teeth earlier.

For a moment, An Yu was unsure whether it would be more damaging to her to let He Jiayu, whom she disliked the most, see her in such an embarrassing situation or to offend her future boss.

She has a bad habit of blacking out.

Wen Jin made a decision in just one second: she would rather not tell An Yu for now.

Otherwise, she would wake up screaming, twisting, and crawling in the shadows on countless nights.

It would also force Wen Jin to "stay awake while caring for the people".

He Jiayu, as expected of an award-winning actress, was able to portray schadenfreude as a well-intentioned reminder.

"Xiang Bai seems easy to talk to, but he's actually very petty and extremely vindictive."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Yanjing with a kind heart and said, "A-Jing, for the sake of my acquaintance with Miss Wen, you must persuade Xiang Bai not to cause trouble for Miss An."

Ultimately, it was to demonstrate her close relationship with Fu Yanjing in front of Wen Jinye.

Wen Jin remained unmoved, merely going along with her performance, saying, "Actress He is really taking it to heart."

Fu Yanjing, who hadn't said a word the whole time, suddenly interrupted with his emotionless voice.

"How are you going to get away with a drunkard?"

This was said to Wen Jinye as well.

He Jiayu's fingertips dug deeply into her palm, but she dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on her face.

Even Fu Yanjing himself probably doesn't know how many times his emotions have been stirred for Wen Jinye beneath his indifferent expression.

"Yes, Reporter Wen, how are you getting there? If you don't mind, I can have my driver take you."

He Jiayu quickly composed herself, concealing her inner turmoil without revealing a trace, and asked Fu Yanjing to show concern for Wen Jinye.

However, Wen Jin also caught the sinister look that slipped out unintentionally.

Wen Jin didn't dare to ride in her car.

She was afraid that her driver would take Wen Jin and An Yu to their deaths.

Wen Jin also didn't want to get caught up in this vortex.

She answered Fu Yanjing's question in a cool and distant tone, "Young Master Song will come to pick me up in a little while."

By deliberately emphasizing her identity, she was subtly avoiding any appearance of impropriety with Fu Yanjing.

Just now, when I was checking my phone, Song Zaizhen messaged her asking where she was, saying that he couldn't contact An Yu in Ankang and wanted to know if they were together.

Upon learning of Wen Jin's situation, he immediately offered to come and pick her up.

Wen Jinye didn't want to trouble him, but just supporting An Yu's body, which was swaying and about to fall, took all of Wen Jinye's strength and skill.

She and An Yu, one injured and the other drunk, do indeed need some humanitarian assistance.

So he sent Song Jae-jin his location.

Jiangbei University isn't far from here; we should arrive in a little while.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanjing's brows furrowed with frost, and he said sarcastically in a cold tone, "You really rack your brains, not letting go of any opportunity to show weakness to him."

"Why didn't you let your Second Young Master Song come to rescue you when you were inside?"

The mocking words stung like needles.

It seems that even her predicament was a means to attract men's attention.

Who would ruin themselves like that?

Anger mixed with bitterness surged to the top of her head. Wen Jin was also holding her breath, and her obsequious attitude disappeared. "Mr. Fu, I am very grateful that you taught the bad guys a lesson in Huaimi, but even without you, Huaimi's security patrols every half hour. They will arrive sooner or later."

She looked quietly at Fu Yanjing's face, unusually serious, "Young Master Song doesn't need to save me, and if your help is charity, or a reason for you to humiliate me, I don't need it either."

The atmosphere instantly became tense and confrontational.

He Jiayu seized the opportunity to speak, looking concerned for Wen Jinye, "A-Jing, let's go inside first, Xiang Bai will be back soon."

She scolded playfully, "We've met by chance, so don't keep bullying Reporter Wen."

Fu Yanjing's voice was cold, "I bullied her? Didn't you see her firing off a barrage of insults, practically accusing me of ten deadly sins?"

Wen Jin also felt confused.

Isn't her guilt even greater in Fu Yanjing's heart?

Ungrateful wretch.

A scheming woman.

Climbing to the top.

In his eyes, she was a complete mess.

He Jiayu gave Fu Yanjing a reproachful look.

Continuing to ease the atmosphere with understanding, she also defended Wen Jin, saying, "For journalists, it's inevitable that they have close ties with some rich young men and business elites in order to obtain resources. You have to understand reporter Wen."

"Everyone wants to gain more control over their career in order to advance their career."

Wen Jin also gave a mocking smirk, not wanting to pay attention to He Jiayu's implied meaning.

Not far away, bright car headlights shone from a distance, gradually approaching.

Song Zaizhen's car stopped in front of Wen Jinye.

An Kang got out of the car and rushed to An Yu, who was almost unconscious, and freed Wen Jin from her arms, who was also about to lose consciousness.

Her younger brother looked disgusted and said, "It's been so long since I've seen you, and your alcohol tolerance is still as bad as ever. You're just ruining my sister's life."

The annoying voice pierced An Yu's ears. She opened her eyes and slapped An Kang across the face.

"Where did that handsome male model go? Why was he replaced with such an ugly one?"

She murmured drunkenly, "Like my brother."

An Kang laughed in anger, and shoved An Yu into the car, saying, "If Song Zaizhen hadn't dragged me out, I wouldn't have bothered with you at all."

Their way of getting along is as amusing as ever.

It dispelled the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on Wen Jinye's chest.

The upturned corners of her lips brought out shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks. She turned around and found that Song Zaizhen was standing next to her at some point.

The boy gazed intently at her face. "Sister, why are your eyes red?"

Wen Jin is also prone to tearing up. She was arguing with Fu Yanjing when she couldn't control the tears welling up in her eyes.

Actually, I no longer feel that sense of injustice, like the sky is falling.

She shook her head. "It's okay, let's get in the car."

As the car door closed, He Jiayu's helpless voice could still be heard, "Ah Jing, look how fierce you are, you almost scared Reporter Wen to tears."

Wen Jin also fastened her seatbelt.

They've already left, yet they've become tools for their flirting.

He clearly has a white moonlight figure he cares about—

Why bother mocking his ex-girlfriend who means nothing to him?

It was as if, from beginning to end, she was the only one who was wrong.

The seatbelt is also working against Wen Jin.

She tried inserting it from both sides many times, but it wouldn't lock.

A sense of discouragement welled up inside me.

Until the back of my hand was covered by a warm palm.

Song Zaizhen held her hand and pressed down on her wrist.

"Clatter—"

A sense of loss lingered in her heart, making her voice sound somewhat muffled. "This car has a customary owner."

It was clearly a casual joke, but Song Zaizhen looked at her with unusual seriousness.

"Sister, do you want to be its owner?"

Wen Jin's eyelashes trembled, and a confused panic welled up in her eyes.

Her still-damp eyes met Song Zaizhen's deep, serious gaze without blinking.

I'm certain I didn't see a single joke.

"Second Young Master Song—"

"elder sister."

Song Zaizhen started the engine, interrupting Wen Jinye, "Don't rush to give me an answer, I don't need the result right now."

"Besides, I'm only six years younger than you, but I'm a mentally mature adult."

In the back seat, An Kang and the drunkard An Yu were fighting fiercely.

But the atmosphere in the front seat suddenly became romantic.

Wen Jin also drank some alcohol tonight, and now the alcohol is taking effect, bringing a tingling, painful sensation.

But she was perfectly lucid.

His feelings for Song Zaizhen did not cross any boundaries.

Wen Jin didn't like to leave people with nonexistent hope, and her gentle tone carried a firm conviction: "The result is the same."

"I have plenty of patience."

He finished speaking casually, then suddenly leaned over.

Wen Jinye's hair was tangled in the seatbelt, and the boy's slender fingers carefully untied it.

The ends of his hair were wrapped around his fingertips.

Wen Jin tried to push him, but his arm accidentally pressed the car window switch.

The car window next to Wen Jinye suddenly rolled down.

Wen Jin was startled by the voice and subconsciously turned her head away to avoid the boy's intense heat.

But unexpectedly, their eyes met those that were half-hidden in the night.

Cold and gloomy.

From the outside, this posture looks exactly like whispering sweet nothings, extremely ambiguous.

Wen Jin's heart skipped a beat.

Before they could even confirm whether that eye contact was just a hallucination, the car shot off like an arrow and disappeared into the bustling street.