Chapter 75: It Really is a Ghost Story!

Chapter 75: It Really is a Ghost Story!

Unable to break free, Qin Zheng's face contorted as he shouted behind him, "Who the hell is meddling in other people's business?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanjing promptly released his grip.

But it was too sudden.

Qin Zheng's tense strength suddenly lost its support, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Wen Jin also looked up and met Fu Yanjing's gaze.

The nurse on rounds noticed the commotion and walked over sternly. "No noise is allowed in the hospital. What are you all doing gathered here?"

Qin Zheng's face looked as if he had eaten shit.

Losing your manly spirit in front of a mistress, how can you tolerate that?

After realizing what had happened, he ignored the nurse's advice and instead turned around, clenching his fists.

His gaze was fixed intently on Fu Yanjing.

Then, in a fit of anger, he snapped.

Qin Zheng wasn't short, but he was slender, and compared to Fu Yanjing, his figure was clearly not up to par.

He could only mutter, with a grim expression, "Barbaric."

It was as if the greyhound gave him a sense of superiority.

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the woman beside him was staring at Fu Yanjing in a daze, even with a fascination.

Coupled with the whispers and pointing fingers around him, Qin Zheng couldn't stay there any longer and grabbed Lili's hand.

"Come on, what are you standing there for?"

The nurses also began to disperse the onlookers.

"Everyone, go do what you need to do. Don't all crowd around here. Give the patient some personal space."

The excitement has faded, and people have scattered like birds and beasts.

Fu Yanjing's tall figure stood in the opposite direction of the crowd, and his expression was far from pleasant.

Wen Jin hesitated whether or not to say thank you.

Her eyes trembled slightly as she lowered them, but when she looked up again, she only saw Fu Yanjing's back.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just drawn his sword.

*

After the farce came to an end, Tang Man lost interest in sunbathing.

She was so weak and huddled in her wheelchair, so thin and small.

She looked listless, suppressing a sob, "Today, I want to be alone."

"I'll be all set by the time you come to see me next time."

When Tang Man was healthy, she gave people the impression of being decisive and efficient, a typical strong woman.

But Wen Jin also knew how delicate and tender her hidden thoughts were.

This was also the first time Wen Jin had seen her truly emotionally vulnerable.

Wen Jin also said softly, "Okay."

She turned the wheelchair around and took Tang Man back to her ward.

Tang Man didn't return to her hospital bed; she simply faced the small window, her back to Wen Jinye.

His bones were bony and muscular.

It has only been a little over two months since Mingming was diagnosed.

Wen Jin was also filled with sorrow and silently walked out.

She drove An Yu's car today.

An Yu drove this car to her building a couple of days ago.

She threatened that if Xu Xiangbai suppressed her, she would retaliate.

Even if she gets fired by the company, Wen Jin can still drive to pick her up.

She shouldn't have been kicked out of the house and looked so miserable.

Wen Jin was also amused by her rich imagination.

But I understand.

An Yu felt sorry for her traveling alone, as it was inconvenient for her without a car.

The sky darkened again, with rolling dark clouds, signaling an impending downpour.

Wen Jin walked up to An Yu's flashy pink car and realized that the car parked next to it looked strangely familiar.

Fu Yanjing was sitting in the car.

He casually pushed his sunglasses up on his head, leaving not a single stray hair on his forehead. He looked less serious and dignified than usual, and more relaxed and roguish.

He tapped the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingertips, lost in thought.

Wen Jin pressed the car key, and the car's brief horn sound broke the man's thoughts.

His cool, pine-like gaze swept over us.

After seeing Wen Jinye's face clearly, there was a moment of relief.

But it quickly cooled down.

Wen Jin gripped the car keys tightly, "Thank you for today—"

But he didn't finish his sentence.

Fu Yanjing's handsome profile disappeared through the rising car window.

The car slowly started moving and gradually drove away.

He didn't even glance at her.

Just like their relationship and life trajectory, they returned to the parallel lines they should have been on.

Wen Jin had already anticipated this outcome.

She was surprised; what was wrong with Fu Yanjing that made him want her back by his side?

But people always change.

The current Wen Jin no longer regards the brief glance he cast upon her as salvation or a blessing.

Even someone as proud as him cannot tolerate being repeatedly ungrateful.

This is fine.

*

Fu Yanjing drove the car all the way back to Qiushui Bay.

I didn't get off the bus in a hurry.

Instead, he lit a cigarette.

The metal lighter flicked, making a soft "click," and the instant the flame ignited, it cracked a hole in the silent night.

The entire villa was quiet at this moment, with dark windows and no light inside.

The huge villa was mostly empty except for him.

He was used to peace and quiet and didn't like having strangers constantly in his home.

Therefore, Qiushuiwan has never had a permanent nanny.

Actually, it's not just Qiushui Bay.

In Hong Kong, he only has a nanny at Xishan Mansion.

His mother forced him to eat that food, afraid he wouldn't eat properly.

But Fu Yanjing only ate at Xishan Mansion a few times.

Everything changed with the arrival of Wen Jinye.

She would help the nanny tidy up the yard and plant gardenias everywhere.

He would also sincerely praise the nanny's cooking. Although he always seemed timid in front of him, his eyes would light up when he saw the delicious food the nanny served.

I still like to wait for him to come home when it's late at night.

He didn't have the habit of reporting, and Wen Jin never asked about it.

But every time Fu Yanjing returned home, he would see her curled up on the sofa.

Sometimes she was fast asleep, her soft black hair cascading down like a waterfall, her long eyelashes hanging naturally, casting a small shadow over her eye sockets.

Sometimes I didn't sleep.

Hearing the sound of a car outside the yard, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes; her slender body swayed back and forth in her oversized pajamas.

Since she arrived, Xishan Villa has become much more vibrant.

Bunny slippers, cartoon pajamas, Sailor Moon water bottle...

These things are clearly so out of sync with her personality, her usual style of dress, and her way of doing things.

She actually liked it very much.

Fu Yanjing asked why.

Wen Jin simply gave a faint smile, unconcerned, "Because these things haven't been around since I was ten years old."

She was hosting a dinner party for her younger self.

Fu Yanjing didn't take it to heart.

Every time she picked him up from school, Wen Jin would run to the door and bump into his arms.

It seemed she missed him terribly.

Her skin, without any makeup, was so smooth and delicate it seemed to break at a touch.

She nuzzled against his chest and said gently, "You've had a hard day."

Pure to the extreme.

Fu Yanjing couldn't help but kiss her at these times.

Many women outside tried to slip a grain of sand through his fingers, using every means to flaunt their charm, but Fu Yanjing remained unmoved.

He felt he wasn't that vulgar.

But when she met Wen Jinye, she easily set fire to his heart without doing anything.

It made him realize how utterly vulgar he was.

That restlessness seems to have traveled through time and continues to burn to this day.

Fu Yanjing felt his temples starting to throb again.

He then thought of Zhou Jichen's diagnosis in his clinic, where the other man was nonchalant yet confident.

--lovesickness.

Smoke swirled around his dark, brows.

In the dead of night, Fu Yanjing, unusually restrained, uttered a curse word.

"Hold--"

"It really is a ghost story."