Chapter 68: Can you open your eyes wider when looking for a man?

Chapter 68: Can You Open Your Eyes When Looking for a Man?

Song Zaizhen's face turned deathly pale.

Her hands gripped the railing tightly, her lips trembling silently, "Sister..."

Song Zaicheng noticed something amiss and followed Song Zaizhen's gaze.

For a moment, four pairs of eyes looked at each other across the distance, their gazes meeting in the stagnant air.

The scene was both ironic and absurd.

However, Wen Jin did not feel any anger at being tricked or deceived; Song Zaizhen had not yet stirred up any emotional waves in her heart.

A touch of sadness swept through her heart.

Like a drop of water falling from an icicle, causing ripples to spread, the ethereal echo made her mind go blank.

turn out to be.

Her world, no matter how far it goes, can never escape the name "Fu Yanjing".

Those in positions of power possess everything, yet they disregard genuine sincerity.

Fu Yanjing treated her as a parasitic vine clinging to him, while Song Zaizhen used her as a bargaining chip in his rivalry.

Whether it was love or friendship, they did not treat her as a person with a complete personality.

A bittersweet feeling lingered in her chest. Wen Jin gave a sarcastic twitch, ignoring the overwhelming sorrow in Song Zaizhen's eyes.

She didn't even have the desire to look at Song Zaizhen again.

They will never cross paths again.

"elder sister!"

Song Zaizhen was holding onto the railing, with half of his body leaning out.

The veins on his arms were bulging, and he looked like he wanted to jump off the second floor right then and there. "I can explain to you..."

"unnecessary."

Wen Jin isn't the type to take advantage and then complain; on the contrary, she's always grateful and touched for a long time by the smallest act of kindness from others.

For example, right now, even though she's the one being used, Wen Jin's first reaction is to just let it go.

It's even now.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

He helped her for a reason.

This is the reasonable approach.

However, his motives were far too malicious.

That's pretty awful.

Wen Jin herself didn't know that she could also shoulder the responsibility of bringing glory to the Song family.

"Young Master Song, you don't need to explain anything to me, and don't call me 'sister' anymore."

It turns out that behind those sweet and obedient older sister calls lay such filthy thoughts.

She turned around and stepped back, but Fu Yanjing was standing too close behind her.

The moment Wen Jin turned around, she bumped into his broad, warm chest.

In her panic, she accidentally stepped hard on Fu Yanjing's expensive handmade leather shoes.

A muffled groan from the man rang out, "Wen Jinye, you repay kindness with enmity, don't you?"

What kind of favor is this?

If we really want to be precise, he could be considered the instigator.

Moreover—

How much better can he be than Song Jae-jin?

Wen Jin lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry."

Upstairs, Song Zaicheng, fearing that Song Zaizhen would act impulsively, was holding Song Zaizhen back tightly as he tried to come downstairs.

Wen Jin only wanted to leave this place of trouble and didn't want to be caught in the whirlpool of undercurrents between them.

He didn't want to hear Song Zaizhen's explanation either.

They were even less willing to see Fu Yanjing's attitude of watching the show from the sidelines.

But in Fu Yanjing's eyes, her appearance was more like that of a distraught woman with shattered emotions.

His eyes darkened instantly, and he grabbed Wen Jinye's wrist, leading her outside.

Are you that upset?

Fu Yanjing felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and a feeling of fullness filled his chest.

"I should have warned you a long time ago that he was no good, but you didn't believe me."

This statement was made in a condescending and sarcastic manner.

It was as if Wen Jinye was being used as a bargaining chip, exploited, and treated badly.

He took very long strides, and Wen Jin could barely keep up even when he was taking two or three steps at a time.

Pingting's body swayed, and she struggled hard, leaving only red marks on her wrists.

Her skin is too sensitive.

The front yard was full of people.

If others see her being led out by Fu Yanjing, who knows what rumors will spread tomorrow.

"Let me go, Fu Yanjing!"

Wen Jin also lost her temper. She suppressed the soreness welling up in her nose and said, "Do you really enjoy watching me make a fool of myself?"

He's so busy and high-ranking, how could he possibly have time to pay attention to his ex-girlfriend's new relationship?

They had been entangled in a relationship in Hong Kong for three years, but Wen Jin had never caught his eye, so he wouldn't be daydreaming about it now.

The only explanation is that it was a whim of his, or perhaps he was happy to see her dream of marrying into a wealthy family shattered.

After all, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a gold digger with despicable methods from beginning to end.

She's obsessed with marrying into a wealthy family and climbing the social ladder.

Wen Jin couldn't break free, so she resorted to the same trick and bit his hand.

A row of teeth marks was clearly visible.

“He’s definitely not a good person, and you’re not much better.”

Fu Yanjing finally released his grip, his face as cold as the snow that never melts on Changbai Mountain. "Did I treat you like a tool? Why are you taking your anger out on me?"

It's one thing if Song Zaizhen didn't post it, but Wen Jin's words sounded like she was protecting him no matter how you looked at it.

Fu Yanjing stared at her stubborn face and took a deep breath.

My chest felt even tighter.

He suspected that his recent long hours of work had caused health problems.

Why do I always feel tightness in my chest?

It was also accompanied by a dense, pricking sensation.

"Wen Jinye, can't you learn to open your eyes wider when choosing a man?"

"I've been blind for a long time."

Because her only romantic relationship was with Fu Yanjing.

At first, she didn't expect her crush to become a real relationship.

I just wanted to breathe the same air as him in the same city.

But when she was accidentally knocked down and his hand reached out to her, the person in front of her was clearly Fu Yanjing, who was twenty-four years old.

But that hand seemed to have reached out from six years ago, and its face overlapped with the eighteen-year-old boy in Wen Jinye's memory.

The surge of passion in that instant was enough to devour all her reason.

The urge to take things further with him happened in an instant.

Wen Jin's decision to leave Hong Kong and Fu Yanjing was also impulsive.

It was just an ordinary day.

His friend organized the gathering.

In the dimly lit club, exorbitantly priced liquor was laid out on the table, and dice were being shaken repeatedly inside the cup.

Wen had bad luck that day.

Six rounds of dice were rolled, and five cups of wine had already been drunk.

Those spirits that travel across the ocean have a sweet initial taste, but a powerful aftertaste.

Wen Jin also had a premonition that she was about to reach her alcohol limit, but she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun.

Anyway, she always felt at ease with Fu Yanjing by her side.

At that time, she didn't realize how naive and ridiculous her seemingly old-fashioned novice appeared in the eyes of those shrewd businessmen.

Light and shadow intertwine.

Her cheeks glowed with a rosy light, and her vision was slightly hazy.

As she raised her glass again, her wrist was pressed against the man's warm fingertips.

She looked at him, confused.

Fu Yanjing readily accepted the glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

I heard a few people joking around me, "Family members will have to drink two cups as punishment."

Wen Jinye's reaction was already somewhat slow at that time.

But the word "family" mentioned unintentionally by others made her feel sweet.

They were together for three years.

She thought that she was finally not just a casual companion.

Not that insignificant junior reporter.

Wen Jin stared blankly at Fu Yanjing. Although she was the one whose heart was completely softened, the smile on Fu Yanjing's lips was even more intense than hers.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Wen Jinye's shoulders.

A warm palm gently stroked the top of Wen Jinye's head, speaking in a low Cantonese voice:

"Sleep for a while first. After I avenge you and get justice, we'll go home."

Wen Jin's mind went blank, and she nodded as if she understood but not quite.

She actually fell asleep with her head on the man's lap.

The private room was filled with the smell of smoke, which was quite pungent.

Wen Jin also drank alcohol and felt nauseous and churning in her stomach.

She fell into a light sleep later on.

Half-asleep, I realized they had stopped playing drinking games.

A group of people chatted and laughed. They had been in Hong Kong for more than six years, but Wen Jinye's Cantonese was still not very good.

I didn't understand a lot of what they said.

But I heard her name in a disdainful tone.