Chapter 73: We did everything we could and couldn't do three years ago.

Chapter 73: We did everything we could and couldn't do three years ago.

What did Wen Jinye say again?

She said:

"Garbage sorting simply means that garbage stays in different colored bins; there is no distinction between high and low, noble and worthless."

“Mr. Fu, you are all the same to me. You don’t need to waste your time on me if you want to have fun.”

Humans are inherently two-sided.

I was incredibly tender-hearted when I was trying to coax him.

She doesn't hold back when she's angry with him.

Fu Yanjing stared intently at her beautiful, unadorned face. She remained calm and composed, with only the tips of her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her dress, turning slightly white. There was no trace of her lying.

This is not some kind of feigned indifference.

It was her true feeling.

Fu Yanjing loosened his shackles on Wen Jinye.

He regained his indifferent demeanor, his eyes slightly lowered, and said, "Fine, as you wish."

This time, Fu Yanjing didn't need her to rush him.

He strode away.

As she wished.

From now on, Fu Yanjing will absolutely not interfere in any matters related to Wen Jin.

He has lived a life of luxury for so many years, and has had everything he could ever want since birth.

He had always been the one being fawned over; this was the first time he had been repeatedly turned away.

"Wen Jinye, it's not that I can't live without you."

With those words uttered lightly, Fu Yanjing pushed open the door and walked out.

Song Zaizhen stood in the corridor, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "What did you do to her?"

It was as if Wen Jin was also his possession.

Fu Yanjing didn't even glance at him; his tall figure swept past him.

"I did what I could and couldn't do three years ago."

"It's a bit late to ask now."

*

The atmosphere inside the private room was noisy and lively.

Xu Xiangbai held the microphone and sang with great emotion.

But none of the lyrics are in tune.

"The sounds were harsh and discordant, hard to hear."

Xie Ting covered his ears, "Who's going to do something about Young Master Xu?!"

Being handsome is one thing, but his singing is another.

He sat close to Fu Yanjing, and after saying this, he turned his head to look at Fu Yanjing, trying to seek his approval.

But as soon as he turned his head, he was deterred by the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Fu Yanjing.

However, if he dared to look any longer, he would have noticed that Fu Yanjing's brows were furrowed and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, clearly indicating that he was also enduring to the extreme.

Sometimes even Fu Yanjing admired Xu Xiangbai.

Back in high school, I had this crazy idea of ​​celebrating the birthday of the money tree in my yard.

The reason for this gathering tonight is to celebrate the second anniversary of my pet turtle being put into its tank.

He celebrates even the smallest things.

Money is just like paper; what matters most is being able to buy happiness.

But people's joys and sorrows are not shared.

Surrounded by the dazzling lights and bustling crowd, Fu Yanjing exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

All night long, no one dared to go over and say a word.

Xu Xiangbai finished his song.

The others in the private room all looked relieved to have escaped.

Xie Ting leaned closer to Xu Xiangbai and whispered, "Why does Mr. Fu look so gloomy? Who has upset him lately?"

The group of people who were playing around suddenly perked up their ears.

After all, everyone is curious.

But no one dared to ask.

Of all the people present, only Xu Xiangbai and Fu Yanjing had a genuine friendship.

Fu Yanjing's willingness to chat and laugh with them was merely a gesture of respect to Xu Xiangbai.

No one dared to provoke them.

Xu Xiangbai stroked his chin.

I was also a little puzzled.

Lately, everyone's been getting strange symptoms.

Song Zaicheng didn't come either, and Fu Yanjing's arrival was even more frightening than if he hadn't come at all.

He suddenly remembered that Xu Xiangbai had gone on a business trip and couldn't attend the second son's birthday party.

But I also vaguely heard some rumors about that day.

For example, Song Zaicheng and Song Zaizhen, who were always friendly and respectful to each other, had a huge argument on the second floor of the villa that day.

They even resorted to violence.

For example...

Some people say that Song Zaizhen cut an inconspicuous birthday cake that day, and that the cake was bought by Wen Jinye.

Most importantly—

Someone witnessed Fu Yanjing parking his Porsche in front of the villa that day, with a woman sitting inside.

With a single press of the accelerator, the front of Fu Yanjing's beloved car was dented.

He wasn't annoyed; instead, he took the driver's seat himself.

A bold idea popped into Xu Xiangbai's mind.

Could that woman also be Wen Jinye?

But Fu Yanjing was too calm. He had a lukewarm reaction to Wen Jinye being mentioned several times before.

It left no clue as to what was going on.

Thinking this, Xu Xiangbai waved his hand and sat down next to Fu Yanjing.

There were many bottles of wine on the table. Xu Xiangbai casually picked up a bottle and poured it for Fu Yanjing without hesitation. "Brother Jing, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Do people speak the truth when they're drunk?

He doesn't have nine lives, so he wouldn't dare ask directly.

Fu Yanjing said indifferently, "I'm not drinking anymore. I need to see a doctor tomorrow."

Xu Xiangbai turned pale with fright, her terrified expression making her think that Fu Yanjing had a terminal illness.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Fu Yanjing: "If I knew that, why would I need to see a doctor?"

Anyway, I just feel discomfort in my chest.

My heart is also uncomfortable.

I feel uncomfortable everywhere.

*

Wen Jinye's life was disrupted overnight.

The next time I heard Fu Yanjing's name was from An Yu.

That day, An Yu called Wen Jin in a great hurry.

"Honey, I think my career is over."

Wen Jinye: ?

"I offended my new boss."

Fearing that Wen Jin was too busy and might forget things, An Yu added in detail, "It's Xu Xiangbai, a crony of the scumbag Fu Yanjing."

Wen Jin's brow twitched. "What did you do?"

An Yu felt somewhat ashamed and indignant.

This happened just half an hour ago.

The young actor from the company who had been filming away from home for a while returned and met Xu Xiangbai for the first time.

She excitedly grabbed An Yu's hand and said, "Holy crap, is this our new boss? If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was the leader of a boy band. He could debut right now, right?"

Because of Fu Yanjing, An Yu disapproves of everything related to him.

This naturally includes Xu Xiangbai.

She twitched her lips, intending to ask the other person if they were blind.

Xu Xiangbai walked towards them, surrounded by a group of company executives who treated him like royalty.

Objectively speaking, that face is indeed impeccable.

She's comparable to Fu Yanjing.

But An Yu thought for a moment, birds of a feather flock together.

He's definitely not a good person!

So An Yu's tone inevitably carried a hint of contempt, "What else does he have besides his face? That's the only thing he's not bad about."

Didn't observe the right time to speak.

These words drifted into Xu Xiangbai's ears.

He frowned and walked straight toward An Yu.

He made a fierce expression and said, "Well done, you're as audacious as ever."

"You dare speak ill of me? You're dead."

An Yu's voice on the other end of the phone was indignant: "What do you mean by 'as always'? Are we even acquainted? That's ridiculous."

But even more indignant than her voice was her agent.

"Ancestors, living father, please spare my life?!"

"Why can't you control your eating and talking?"

"You promised to take me on vacation to a beautiful place once you became famous? Is this place called my place where I'll die without a burial?"

Even through the screen, Wen Jin could feel the agent's despair.

An Yu replied sheepishly, then cleverly added, "Hehe, I'm not famous yet."