Chapter 6: For Whom Did He Lose Control?

Chapter Six: For Whom Did He Lose Control?

"I remember you have a wife and children, so who does she count as?"

"Your father's illegitimate daughter?"

Pang An was stunned by Fu Yanjing's sarcastic words and cold expression.

He wore an awkward, ingratiating smile, unsure of Fu Yanjing's true attitude.

For a moment, she hesitated, wondering whether she should also sever ties with Wen Jin.

"Mr. Fu, actually, I'm just a nodding acquaintance of reporter Wen..."

The man's sneer interrupted everything.

Fu Yanjing smiled coolly, "Someone tried to take reporter Wen away during the interview, and now she's become one of yours."

"Reporter Wen certainly has a wide network of connections."

The sharp words made Wen Jin's lips pale.

The sense of humiliation spread from the bottom up.

Too.

In Fu Yanjing's mind, wasn't she just a stupid woman who used her looks to please men with low-level methods?

Her clumsy pursuit of love, her self-righteous clever chance encounters, and her carefully restrained emotions were all seen by Fu Yanjing as actions with ulterior motives.

It's her fault for having such unrealistic ideas from the start, like a moth drawn to a flame.

That's why Fu Yanjing looked down on her from beginning to end.

A bitter taste welled up inside her, but she maintained a calm expression on her face.

Wen Jin also said seriously, "Mr. Fu, someone like me is not worthy of your conversation."

"I am just Mr. Pang's reporter. I am only able to stand here because of Mr. Pang's trust in my work."

Regardless of whether it's good or bad, she just keeps climbing.

His voice was gentle, and with just a few words, he subtly distanced himself from Pang An.

Fu Yanjing remained expressionless. "Then his trust is worthless."

Wen Jin could also understand the sarcasm in his words.

She just doesn't understand.

Fu Yanjing, standing on high above others, has every right to look down on those below him.

Why fixate on your every move?

Even if she were to writhe in the mud, it would have absolutely nothing to do with this ex who never loved her.

Is it because they feel ashamed of having such a dark history, or—

Despite his pride and aloofness, he still harbored resentment about being the one to initiate the breakup.

Wen Jin wasn't the only one puzzled.

The people around him weren't stupid; they could all feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Fu Yanjing, as if it were frozen solid.

What kind of gunpowder did he take today to regulate his body?

The reporters from Mingjing were all incredibly harsh on each other.

Only He Jiayu bit her lip.

He observed Wen Jinye without making a sound.

The hostility and defensiveness surging in his eyes gradually deepened.

Xu Xiangbai, who had just changed his clothes, was even more bewildered.

Waving from a short distance away, "Ah Jing, Jia Yu, are you standing there as punishment? Come over here quickly."

"Today, I, your humble servant, will beat you by a few balls."

He Jiayu took the initiative to link arms with Fu Yanjing and said, "Yes, Ajing, let's go over first."

She acted particularly understanding, as if she couldn't stand that Fu Yanjing's words had made Wen Jin so embarrassed.

"Don't make things difficult for reporter Wen. It's normal to be blinded by emotions in this kind of circle. She probably doesn't want her relationship to be discussed in public."

In just a few words, Wen Jin was also nailed to the pillar of shame.

Watching the two walk away hand in hand, Wen Jin was somewhat lost in thought.

Suddenly, I remembered the time when Fu Yanjing got drunk.

Wen Jin finished work early and cooked a hangover soup at home, waiting for Fu Yanjing to come back.

The television was broadcasting He Jiayu's awards ceremony.

She stood on the stage, holding the heavy, dazzling trophy, and delivered her acceptance speech.

At that time, her new drama was airing and she was being heavily promoted as a couple with the male lead in the drama.

Countless drama fans and CP (couple) fans are obsessed with shipping each other.

Faced with the host's teasing, she smiled shyly and said, "No, we are just partners working side by side. You can trust each other with your backs."

It was at this moment that Fu Yanjing returned home, bathed in the thick, damp moonlight.

"Why are you looking at these things?"

His beautiful eyes were tinged with intoxication, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with crimson.

Without a word, he grabbed Wen Jinye's waist and kissed her fiercely.

I casually grabbed the remote from the sofa and turned off the TV.

That night, Wen Jin's slender body trembled on the bed as she cried and begged for mercy in a low voice.

He wished he could melt Wen Jin into his very bones.

So crazy.

Then it got out of control.

Is it also because...?

"Reporter Wen, he's not someone you can even dream of."

The sudden sound from Pang An interrupted Wen Jin's wandering thoughts.

My eyes feel inexplicably swollen.

Wen Jin blinked, dispelling the moisture from under her eyelashes.

Pang An misunderstood Wen Jin's intention to interview him. He was pleasantly surprised and happy when they agreed to meet here today.

“I’m glad you can think positively, knowing that your face is also a good asset.”

"But if they set their greedy eyes on Mr. Fu, then they are being a bit presumptuous."

Pang An casually tapped Wen Jinye, "A man like him is the kind of woman that many wealthy heiresses would flock to, but he wouldn't be interested in someone who comes to him willingly."

This remark inadvertently touched a raw nerve with Wen Jinye.

Back then, in Fu Yanjing's eyes, wasn't she just offering herself up?

Even someone like Pang An, who was only acquainted with Fu Yanjing, understood this principle.

Unfortunately, Wen Jin didn't understand that back then.

Pang An's hand landed on Wen Jinye's slender, fair wrist, his words carrying a hidden meaning, "Shall I take you to change your clothes?"

Wen Jin also withdrew his hand distantly and confirmed the time in a businesslike manner.

"Mr. Pang, ten minutes have passed since our scheduled start time for the interview."

From her cold attitude, Pang An realized that he had misunderstood her.

His face turned somewhat embarrassed. "Why are you so stubborn?"

“I’m not like those who are only after your looks; I will truly cherish you.”

“If you come with me, you’ll have no shortage of money and jewelry, and you’ll be spared so much scorn. I can provide you with ten or eight more interviews like this.”

Pang An spoke earnestly, his breath reeking of tobacco, which was directed directly at Wen Jinye's face.

Wen Jin also turned her head away, subtly widening the distance between them, "President Pang has misplaced his affections."

She is not a blind, mindless warrior charging forward today.

Pang An had ulterior motives towards her, and Wen Jin had also come fully prepared.

Pangan Technology recently experienced issues with unstable signal and data loss. While the bug has been fixed, its reputation among users has suffered. You also need professional media coverage to generate buzz.

Pang An's mind wasn't just about sex; he was also a competent businessman.

Wen Jin also said, "Mingjing needs popularity, and you also need a platform to jump on. Mr. Pang, we are mutually beneficial."

His reasoned and well-founded argument left Pang An speechless, unable to utter a single word of his condescending and condescending remarks.

"I can give you the interview."

“But back then, many people knew I wanted you. Today, my friends all know you came to see me. If you leave right after the interview, I'll lose face.”

"Reporter Wen, you shouldn't have any objections to playing a few games with us, right?"

There are few good things in the world that come out of nowhere.

You always have to pay a price.

Wen Jin's fingertips turned white from clenching her fists. "...Okay."

She went with the waiter to change her clothes.

The light pink golf skirt accentuated her beautiful hip line, and her long, fair legs swayed with her walk.

Her soft, graceful waist was exposed to the air, and her clothes had clearly been altered.

Thinking of Tang Man's worried expression about Mingjing's development in the ward, Wen Jin suppressed her strong discomfort and opened the door to the changing room.

A pair of strong arms blocked Wen Jinye's way.

The next second, the world spun around.

The changing room door was slammed shut again.

Wen Jin's slender back pressed against the mahogany door, while the hand resting on her waist—

Scalding hot.