Chapter 61: Mr. Fu, I've already hit a brick wall.

Chapter 61: Mr. Fu, I've already hit a brick wall.

He dropped his nonchalant expression, his sharp gaze devoid of any warmth, as if he could see right through people.

Wen Jin, however, merely blinked blankly under his stern gaze.

Why do you ask that?

Fu Yanjing's tone turned slightly stern, "Why did you bring me to this store?"

Wen Jin met his gaze, her features soft and gentle, like a pool of spring water, clear and transparent.

Fu Yanjing has always believed that such people are born liars.

Even the most contrived lie will appear sincere under such an innocent and naive expression.

She neither flinched nor dodged, her gentle face showing no emotional fluctuation.

“Mr. Fu, I am a native of Jiangbei. I am familiar with every corner of this city. It’s not surprising that I was able to find this restaurant and keep coming back to eat here after it has been open for so long.”

The man's dark eyes softened slightly. "You also like to add cucumber shreds to clear soup noodles?"

Wen Jin also seemed surprised, "You've been in Jiangbei for so long, don't you know that many people in Jiangbei eat like this?"

She was glad that no one from Jiangbei was sitting at the next table.

Otherwise, someone might stand up and retort on the spot, "You're the one who eats like that! You not only add cucumber shreds to your clear soup noodles, but you also eat sweet tofu pudding!"

Her answer surprised Fu Yanjing, but it also cleverly dispelled the doubts in his heart.

Fu Yanjing looked away. "Sorry."

"Um."

Wen Jin was also feeling suppressed, and let out a small sigh of relief.

If Fu Yanjing had lowered his gaze by just one inch, he would have noticed that Wen Jin's fingertips, which were gripping the disposable chopsticks, were turning white.

Such an excessive coincidence would arouse suspicion in anyone.

Wen Jin could only feign surprise and ask:

"The boss just said you were here a long time ago?"

It's a way of making amends for myself.

“I went to high school in Jiangbei.” Fu Yanjing rolled up his shirt sleeves halfway and carefully wiped the scratched yellow tabletop with a tissue.

He said calmly, "I used to come here often back then."

"This shop has always been very popular locally, and coincidentally, I come here often too."

Wen Jin also lowered her head and said quickly in a low voice, "Maybe we've met before."

For a moment, Fu Yanjing's expression relaxed at her words.

A strange, tingling sensation flowed through my chest.

Because after hearing Wen Jin say those words, his first reaction was—

What if we really have already met?

What was Wen Jinye like in high school?

"Which high school did you attend in Jiangbei?" Fu Yanjing asked her after a few seconds of thought.

He had known for a long time that Wen Jin was also from Jiangbei. Since he had kept Wen Jin by his side, Fu Yanjing would definitely have sent someone to investigate her background.

However, when his assistant was giving the report, Fu Yanjing happened to be on a cross-border phone call.

Upon learning that Wen Jin was innocent and not bait sent by a competitor, he waved his hand and dismissed his assistant.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, I still had to ask her in person for detailed information.

Wen Jin's fingertips trembled slightly.

Beneath her cool and aloof expression, her emotions fluctuated several times.

He was somewhat self-deprecating, realizing he didn't even know that.

He was also somewhat relieved, thankful that he didn't even know this.

Let that unrequited love be buried forever.

Thoroughly so that no trace is left unnoticed.

She had long passed the point where she most wanted Fu Yanjing to know.

They were from the same school. He had once helped a distressed and helpless girl, and that girl had been infatuated with him for many years.

"The noodles are here!"

Just as Wen Jin was hesitating about how to answer the question, the boss's loud shout while serving noodles interrupted everything.

That topic, like a coin thrown into a wishing well, ended without any follow-up.

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The two ate in silence.

Whether it was because his tastes had changed or because Fu Yanjing had a poor appetite, he only ate half of the bowl of noodles.

The way he wiped his mouth was so slow and deliberate, as if he was only taking a few bites out of politeness for someone else.

But Wen Jin ate with great relish.

She was really hungry.

While soaking in the hot springs, Wen Jin ate some fruit, which was enough to fill most of her small stomach, so she didn't eat dinner.

An Yu had originally planned to have a late-night snack together after watching the fireworks.

But then Fu Yanjing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a Cheng Yaojin (a legendary figure known for his unexpected intervention).

While waiting for Wen Jin to finish eating, Fu Yanjing lit a cigarette at the outdoor table.

He tilted his head, and the smoke drifted with the wind, so Wen Jin could barely smell it.

Fu Yanjing looked down at the woman who was eating her noodles intently.

Her small face, no bigger than a palm, looked even smaller next to the rim of the bowl.

Her red lips shimmered even more brightly in the steamy air.

She slurped her noodles in small bites, driven by hunger, without chewing slowly and deliberately, which was hardly elegant.

But it adds a touch of adorable charm.

To be fair, Wen Jin is also very beautiful.

This evaluation is both subjective and objective. Thousands of women have appeared in his world like fish crossing a river, but only Wen Jin has attracted Fu Yanjing's attention.

Even if those three years of suspension do not affect his rationality, his pace of life, or his choices about the future.

Yet it was also one of the few deviations he made from the path laid out for him by his family.

Her phone was ringing beside her.

Wen Jin picked it up as well, and after reading a message from someone, she couldn't suppress the gentle smile on her lips.

She pointed the camera at the noodles she was almost finished eating, snapped a picture, and sent it to the camera.

My fingertips landed on the keyboard again, typing away rapidly.

I was afraid of making the other side wait any longer.

Like reporting your relationship to someone you're deeply in love with.

Fu Yanjing naturally recalled the post on Zhou Jichen's WeChat Moments that had appeared on his phone.

And the comment from a mutual friend: "From a lover's perspective."

In my memory, Wen Jin wasn't a clingy person, nor did she have a strong desire to share.

He flew abroad on a business trip and stayed for half a month, never receiving any inquiries from Wen Jinye.

At most, she would call when the temperature dropped, restraining herself from reminding Fu Yanjing, "You should wear more clothes and keep warm."

He always felt that Wen Jin had the same personality.

When they were together, she always showed affection and admiration, but when they were apart, she was sensible and never asked about Fu Yanjing's private life.

Fu Yanjing didn't see anything wrong with it.

I like her docile nature and am happy to give her what she wants.

But even today, seeing Wen Jinye share her experience of eating a bowl of noodles with a beaming smile—

However, he had a very slow reaction time and sensed a slight unease.

If this is what it means to fall in love with Song Jae-jin, then those three years were all a web of love she wove according to her own preferences.

But Fu Yanjing quickly suppressed that strange feeling, his heart as calm as if it had never been disturbed.

He simply stared indifferently at Wen Jin's smiling eyes as she turned off her phone screen.

He then focused intently on eating his noodles.

They are completely unaware of the false sweetness they are indulging in.

Fu Yanjing's throat felt inexplicably itchy, and some words slipped out without him even having time to think them through.

"Stay away from Song Zaizhen, understand?"

Wen Jin paused in her eating.

The joy I felt from the funny photos An Yu had sent me just moments before vanished completely.

Wen Jin also asked in a seemingly barbed tone, "Does being your personal assistant mean I have to be controlled about my friendships?"

Fu Yanjing's tone became slightly harsher, "You can't handle it."

It sounded like a dull yet powerful tapping.

Wen Jin was speechless.

Actually, she didn't like Song Zaizhen in the first place, and never intended to develop any inappropriate feelings for this younger brother.

But Fu Yanjing didn't need to remind him of this.

His condescending tone and judgment seemed to mock her for overestimating herself.

Wen Jin also spoke softly, her lowered eyelids concealing all the emotions in her eyes, "Mr. Fu, I have my own life and choices."

"I'll accept whatever life brings."

To outsiders, this appearance gives the impression of stubbornness and obstinacy.

Fu Yanjing seemed amused by her ignorant and foolish behavior, "You really won't turn back until you hit a brick wall."

Wen Jin slowly raised her head and calmly gazed into his eyes, which held a hint of anger and coldness.

Somewhat puzzled, Fu Yanjing was giving him that disappointed look.

He kept reminding himself that he was unworthy, unworthy.

But he didn't know.

The most reckless and ignorant love affair I ever had was with him.

"Fu Yanjing, I've already hit this wall before."

She said softly, "You just don't know."

A very indifferent and calm sentence.

Fu Yanjing choked on the smoke without warning.