Chapter 64: Your Second Brother Definitely Needs Discipline

Chapter 64: Your Second Brother Definitely Needs Discipline

However, Fu Yanjing's expression remained completely unchanged, making it difficult to discern his emotions.

She spoke tenderly to Meng Qinghe.

He was considerate and patient with Song Zaizhen.

Only towards himself, he was extremely guarded.

If she knew that her Song Zaizhen was being disciplined by Old Master Song at his 80th birthday banquet, wouldn't she be heartbroken and shed tears?

The more Fu Yanjing thought about it, the more suffocated he felt, as if a large stone was pressing down on his chest.

He had never experienced anything like this before, having been able to manipulate events at will.

This is really weird.

Fu Yanjing loosened his tie in frustration.

Before Song Zaizhen clashed with Old Master Song, countless people came over to offer toasts, but none of them could get Fu Yanjing to clink glasses.

At that moment, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he got up.

His departing figure drew attention, and Xu Xiangbai abandoned his interest in watching the spectacle and chased after him, saying, "I'll go back with you."

Song Zaicheng caught up with him apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ajing, we went to great lengths to invite you here, and now you've made a fool of yourself in front of us."

Song Chunju had always wanted to get on the Fu family's good side in order to gain more room for development.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Fu's birthday banquet was just a gimmick to create a stage for fame and fortune.

However, Fu Yanjing has always been ruthless and impartial in business, and he clearly distinguishes between public and private matters.

He only came because of me.

In fact, the Song family is not proud of this scene.

But Old Master Song served in the army when he was young, and later took over the Song family. He was used to doing things his own way and having the final say, so he was extremely authoritative.

When their temper flared up, no member of the Song family dared to stop them.

Song Zaicheng's face burned. "Our old man is getting old, indeed..."

"This is your family matter, you don't need to explain it to me."

Fu Yanjing's indifferent attitude relieved Song Zaicheng.

But then, Fu Yanjing said in a cold, slightly sarcastic tone:

"However, your second brother is indeed in need of discipline."

Song Zaicheng: ? ? ?

...

On the way back, watching the city night view flash by outside the car window, Wen Jin leaned back in her seat and fell asleep without realizing it.

Meng Qinghe slowly parked the car downstairs at Wen Jinye's house.

"I'm home now."

There was no gentle response.

"Today?"

He turned his head to look and saw that Wen Jin was sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly.

Meng Qinghe seemed a little dazed and didn't say anything more.

She didn't sleep well.

Her thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and the dim yellow light shone through the car window onto her unadorned face, flickering with the swaying shadows of the branches.

A young couple was walking by, their playful laughter reaching my ears.

Wen Jin's thin eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Meng Qinghe restrained himself and turned his face away.

She was still a little groggy from just waking up, and her voice was soft as she asked, "Have we arrived?"

Meng Qinghe looked straight ahead, "Awake?"

Wen Jin subconsciously touched her lips, thankfully they weren't wet.

She was a little embarrassed. "Why didn't you call me? I'm sorry for taking up your time."

Meng Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle, "I just arrived too, and besides, my time isn't worth that much."

Wen Jin also unbuckled her seatbelt, not wanting to waste any more of his time, and waved goodbye, "Then I'm going home, thank you for taking me home."

Meng Qinghe watched her leave, saying, "Goodnight."

As he turned his car around, a blue supercar brushed past him.

As he turned his car around, a blue supercar brushed past him.

Tang Man's half-joking words echoed in his ears.

Meng Qinghe's fingers on the steering wheel slowly tightened.

Just as Tang Man said, he panicked.

...

Song Zaizhen said that when she was downstairs at her house, Wen Jin was also washing up.

Toothpaste foam filled her mouth, and a bittersweet, floral scent permeated the air, leaving Wen Jin somewhat speechless.

The phone was on speakerphone and placed on the sink. I heard Song Zaizhen say in a low voice:

"Sister, I want to see you."

"I might need some comfort."

Wen Jin assumed he was using some kind of coquettish tactic again. After rinsing her mouth, she wiped her hands and said aloofly, "It's late, I won't go downstairs. It's not appropriate."

After all, they were alone together, and he had unusual feelings for her.

Wen Jin didn't want to deal with it in a murky, ambiguous, and tangled way.

"Can't I say nothing and do nothing?"

"Young Master Song the Second..."

Wen Jin wanted to say something, but then she felt a wet sensation on her calf.

She looked down and found that it was Chiu Chiu, who was squatting at her feet, licking her. Its round eyes were bright and its tail, which was pressed to the ground, was wagging happily.

It whimpered twice and looked at Wen Jinye with expectant eyes.

Wen Jin also felt somewhat guilty.

Chiu Chiu is very smart and can understand many people's speech.

After Wen Jin returned home, she promised Qiu Qiu that she would take her downstairs for a walk after she finished washing up.

Small dogs don't need a lot of exercise, and it's perfect to take them for a walk around the neighborhood late at night when it's quiet.

But Qiuqiu overheard her rejection of Song Zaizhen, and in her little head she probably thought that her mother had stood her up.

Wen Jin squatted down and touched Qiu Qiu's two fluffy ears with her fingers. "Mommy will take you downstairs."

Its little paws lifted excitedly.

The phone was still on the sink, and because it was some distance away, Wen Jinye's voice was not very clear.

Song Zaizhen didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Wen Jin also thought of taking an expensive bracelet out of her bag.

never mind.

Let's just go down and return it to him.

"Wait for me a moment, I'm coming downstairs now."

"good."

She got up and went to the living room to tidy up.

Too lazy to change out of her pajamas, Wen Jin rummaged through her bag to find a bracelet, then tied a leash on Qiu Qiu and walked around the small but cozy living room twice.

Downstairs, Song Zaizhen was looking up at the window that was shining with warm light.

Even through the delicate white gauze, Wen Jin's blurry figure swayed.

Song Zaizhen's body tensed involuntarily, and a hint of struggle flashed across his face.

Until that light went out.

Not long after, Wen Jin also came downstairs with a small dog.

Song Zaizhen stepped forward, "Sister."

Wen Jin then placed the bracelet back into his palm, saying, "It's getting late, let's go home soon."

He pursed his lips and stood stubbornly in place.

"Sister, do you really hate me too?"

Wen Jin also doesn't know where the word "也" came from.

She considered it carefully and answered very seriously, "Relationships between people are based on mutual attraction, and love is even more subtle. My desire not to be in a romantic relationship with you has nothing to do with whether I dislike your personality."

"Moreover, you and An Kang took me home during that typhoon and helped me get an interview with Mr. Song. I am very grateful to you, and of course I don't dislike you."

Chirp excitedly looked around.

Since the leash was of limited length, Wen Jin looked apologetically at Song Zaizhen, "I'm going to walk Qiuqiu now."

His blue sports car was eye-catching by the roadside. Wen Jin could also sense Song Zaizhen's unusual mood and kindly reminded him, "Be careful when you go back, and don't get distracted while driving."

Song Zaizhen did not respond.

However, he remained silent and followed behind Wen Jinye the whole time while she was walking her dog.

Two shadows, one dark and one light, were cast by the streetlights.

Wen Jin frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Song, how long are you going to stay with me?"

"It's late at night, and you and your dog are easy targets. It's not safe. I'll protect you."

Wen Jin was amused and annoyed by his high-sounding reason. "You're more like the one who's stalking me, aren't you?"

These words left Song Zaizhen speechless.

He didn't know why he couldn't control his actions. What happened tonight was too explosive, and almost all the powerful and wealthy people in the city had witnessed his embarrassment.

Song Zaizhen didn't actually care.

What bothered him was that he had made a fool of himself in front of Fu Yanjing.

In the instant he sped through the city's neon lights in his sports car, as if venting his anger, amidst the deafening roar and the distorted streetscape, the image that flashed through his mind was Wen Jinye's face.

And the gentle, pleasant scent of gardenias emanating from her.

Before I knew it, my mind had calmed down, and I arrived at Wen Jinye's building.

He initially approached her because...