Chapter 7: Are you a reporter or a caddie?

Chapter Seven: Are you a reporter or a caddie?

They spent countless nights passionately entwined.

Scent detects the other person before sight, allowing them to recognize them.

Wen Jin's eyes trembled as she met Fu Yanjing's dark gaze.

His slender fingers roamed over Wen Jinye's waist; he knew every sensitive spot on her body.

Wen Jin's fingertips trembled as she tried to push him away, but her weak force was ineffective.

He bent his neck and leaned his face close to Wen Jinye's ear, his gentle breath brushing against her like a feather.

The words, however, were a light mockery.

"Knowing full well that he has a bad reputation in his circle and harbors ill intentions, you still go after him."

"Wen Jinye, do you really think you can make a living off your looks?"

Wen Jin's chest heaved, her voice sounding utterly intimidating, "Fu Yanjing, my affairs are none of your business."

He raised an eyebrow slightly, as if teasing a pet, "Why don't you call me Mr. Fu with proper respect anymore?"

The soundproofing here is not good; the sound of footsteps coming and going can be clearly heard.

Wen Jin was also somewhat nervous and uncomfortable, and subconsciously struggled.

"Let me go first."

She changed her address to Mr. Fu again.

But that respectful attitude was gone.

“Mr. Fu, given our relationship, it is indecent for you to be standing so close to me now.”

A faint hint of mockery appeared on his lips, and his low, husky voice carried a touch of burning allure.

"What's there to get excited about? We've been closer than that before."

Some images flashed by in an instant.

A feeling of shyness welled up, and a blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

"Fu Yanjing!"

"Shh..."

He placed his fingertips against Wen Jinye's rosy lips, whispering coaxingly.

"Keep your voice down, listen."

"Someone outside is looking for you."

It was Pang An who had been missing for a long time.

"Reporter Wen, you're not going to back out, are you?"

"You'd better come out right now."

“If you stand me up, I guarantee Mingjing will never get an interview with me again.”

Wen Jin's heart was pounding in her chest.

Tense and embarrassed.

She and Fu Yanjing are now alone in a room, and if they are caught, there's no way she can explain herself.

Pang An started knocking on the doors of the changing rooms, one by one, where the lights were not on.

Wen Jin had just turned off the lights before leaving the house.

The footsteps drew closer.

Her breathing was unsteady as she thought of the three years when her sincere affection went unrequited.

Then she thought of Fu Yanjing's contemptuous mockery after their reunion.

Now, she is trapped in this dilemma by him.

Wen Jin couldn't hold back either; tears welled up in her eyes, and her slightly reddened eyes were filled with grievance.

“Mr. Fu, I shouldn’t have provoked you in the first place.”

"I accept that you look down on me."

"From now on, please be lenient. We are just strangers. You stand high above the clouds, so please give me a way out."

Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

His slightly drooping eyelids concealed his indifferent expression, revealing not a trace of emotion.

He loosened his grip on Wen Jinye, saying, "I was just kindly reminding you that you're a journalist, not a caddie dressed like this."

"Even if you want to use this opportunity to climb higher, you should set your sights higher."

These words felt less like a slap and more like a needle prick.

A dense, persistent feeling welled up in my heart, a mixture of bitterness and dull pain.

Wen Jin also lowered her head, her long hair covering most of her face.

He stopped talking.

Fu Yanjing didn't say anything, but turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

The door closed softly, but it caught Pang An's attention.

He looked embarrassed, unsure if Fu Yanjing had heard everything he had just said.

He just smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing here?"

Fu Yanjing's tone carried a nonchalant mischievousness as he said, "Adultery."

These words left Pang An speechless and he stammered for a long time, his mind racing, unable to come up with a reply.

Fu Yanjing doesn't need to flatter anyone.

He doesn't want to talk; he has the ability to kill a conversation with just one sentence.

Pang An wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Mr. Fu is joking."

"I wasn't telling a joke."

This time, Pang An dared not take any chances; he could truly hear the contempt beneath Fu Yanjing's aloofness.

But what did I do to offend him?

In Fu Yanjing's eyes, his small business was nothing more than a worthless venture, which could be driven to the brink of ruin with a wave of his hand.

Pan An was filled with unease and could no longer care about Wen Jinye. "President Fu, I'll take you out."

"We just served Huangshan Maofeng tea at the stadium, please have a taste."

The sounds of conversation and footsteps gradually faded away.

After a while, Wen Jin also calmed herself down and walked out.

...

The sky was a clear, bright blue, and the sun hung high in the sky, shining brightly on people.

When Wen Jin went out, Pang An had already returned to the area where he played basketball. Sitting in the lounge were his few friends who were carefree and loved to show off.

Upon seeing Wen Jin also come out, his eyes instantly turned ardent.

His words were also quite slick and flirtatious: "President Pang is indeed incredibly charming; even the most aloof flower has been plucked by you."

"I can't let my sister-in-law know this time. I'd be heartbroken if her pretty face got scratched up."

These people's words had no effect on Wen Jinye.

Just thinking about Fu Yanjing's mockery in the dressing room made her feel a little uneasy.

Someone asked, "Does reporter Wen play ball?"

Pang An couldn't wait to chime in, "How could she possibly know about this? I'll teach her."

In fact, Wen Jin also does that.

Her golf skills were no worse than those of the others present.

It was Fu Yanjing who taught him step by step.

At that moment, she was completely enveloped by Fu Yanjing's warm chest, feeling his deep and powerful heartbeat, and her own breathing became erratic first.

Fu Yanjing then bit her ear and reminded her in a tender and ambiguous tone in Cantonese:

"Focus, baby."

She overestimated herself and tried to climb the social ladder, and she had too many of Fu Yanjing's traits in her.

Pang An approached Wen Jinye.

Almost the instant that unfamiliar temperature and breath touched her, Wen Jin's body stiffened.

However, the most important segment of the next episode of Mingjing Interview is still missing.

She had to get the interview with Pang An.

It's just a few swings of the ball.

Wen Jin also gripped the metal cue tightly, her fingernails almost digging into her palm.

But I still couldn't overcome the inner resistance.

Pang An's hand had already landed beside Wen Jinye.

It was right next to the back of her hand.

Just as Wen Jin was about to take his swing, a white golf ball flew straight towards them with a strong gust of wind.

"Bang!"

It hit Pang An right in the face.

Pang An turned around angrily, his eyes wide, and shouted, "Who the hell doesn't grow taller—"

But then they saw Fu Yanjing standing not far away, slowly and deliberately swinging his cue a few times.

He swallowed the insults and immediately changed his tune to a forced, flattering "Mr. Fu, great skills."

His nonchalant expression didn't seem intentional at all.

Even Xu Xiangbai, who was standing next to him, didn't react in time and burst into thunderous laughter, "Fu Yanjing, you've finally met your match, hahaha, the ball has even landed on my great-aunt's grave."

Fu Yanjing: "I have no intention of interacting with your great-aunt."

Pang An was terrified by this underworld joke.

Then, belatedly realizing what had happened, she asked, "Mr. Fu, did I do something to upset you today?"

"I apologize to you."

He said casually, "Leaving reporters here, is this how Lancui protects its guests' privacy?"

There was no smile in the man's eyes; he seemed to genuinely loathe Wen Jin.

"After the interview, let her leave quickly."

"I get annoyed whenever I see reporters."