Chapter 8: Sleeping Until Fu Yanjing Was Not Cheerful at All

Chapter 8: Sleeping with Fu Yanjing Not Cheerful at All

This interview was not complicated.

As for Pang An, whom they had planned to interview a long time ago, Wen Jin had already thoroughly analyzed the topical issues.

Moreover, this is a solo travel mode.

Wen Jin is only responsible for outputting the sound.

She fixed the camera position, and the interview ended quickly.

Pang An glanced at Wen Jinye with a complicated expression.

Although he is a womanizer, he would never let his good fortune interfere with his life.

After all, he was the person who haunted his dreams. Pang An kindly reminded him, "You somehow offended Mr. Fu. As long as he's in Jiangbei, your career as a reporter won't be smooth sailing."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. Good luck from now on."

After saying that, fearing that Fu Yanjing would misunderstand that he also had some kind of relationship with Wen Jin, he left without looking back.

Wen Jin went back to the dressing room to change her clothes, and then went to the makeup room in the restroom to remove her makeup.

In the mirror, the woman's skin was delicate, and she had bright eyes and white teeth.

Fu Yanjing had caressed her clear, almond-shaped eyes on many nights.

She watched quietly, her thoughts somewhat adrift.

Fu Yanjing first humiliated himself in the dressing room.

Now he's casually helping himself again.

Is this what they call giving someone a slap followed by a sweet treat?

Wen Jin washed her face again.

The lukewarm water made her more awake.

She had long since witnessed the ruthlessness beneath Fu Yanjing's nonchalant demeanor.

Stop overthinking.

Someone came in to touch up their makeup.

He muttered something under his breath.

"He Jiayu is too lucky. She became famous after her debut, and she also has an ambiguous relationship with Fu Yanjing."

She glanced at Wen Jinye; his face was unfamiliar, and he didn't seem to be in the industry.

He lowered his guard and took the initiative to talk to Wen Jinye.

"How cheerful must one be to sleep with someone like that?"

Wen Jin was also somewhat lost in thought as she listened.

Are you cheerful?

All she remembered was her soft moans of pleading in bed.

He may seem nonchalant and easygoing, but he's anything but gentle in bed.

The whispered, seductive words were very sweet to hear.

But also—

It has nothing to do with genuine feelings.

The young lady was engrossed in her conversation when she noticed Wen Jin's distractedness. "Hey, I'm talking to you. I've heard that people with high noses are very capable. What do you think of him?"

The lukewarm water flowed through my fingertips.

Wen Jin thought about it for a moment, "It's just so-so."

I'm still a little angry.

He then added earnestly, "So-so."

I didn't get the recognition I wanted.

The beautiful heiress rolled her eyes. "What? It's like you've actually tried it."

Their brief encounter ended with Wen Jinye's reply.

Little did they know that this conversation could be clearly heard in the hallway outside through the wide-open door of the dressing room.

Xu Xiangbai laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"You said you get annoyed whenever you see reporter Wen, and she doesn't seem to like you very much either."

"Reporter Wen said you're not good enough, what do you think, A-Jing?"

Fu Yanjing paused in his play with the lighter, his eyes darkening.

"ungrateful."

Wen Jin knew better than anyone whether he was capable or not.

...

Wen Jin also returned to the TV station to export and upload the interview content.

There were very few people in the program team's office.

Xiao Yin leaned over, a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes, eager to share the gossip with Wen Jin.

"I'm dying of laughter. Lin Zhiying returned defeated, and her face was stinkier than those fat otaku's socks that haven't been washed for half a month."

"He who doesn't have the skills to do the job is doing the job he's not qualified for."

Xiao Yin winked and glanced at the empty director's office. "Look, neither Fatty Wang nor Lin Zhiying came this afternoon. I wonder where they went to make love."

Xiao Yin had always disliked Lin Zhiying's constant targeting of Wen Jinye, so she naturally felt very pleased.

Wen Jinye inexplicably felt a throbbing sensation in her temples.

I have a feeling that more trouble is yet to come.

After all, obtaining an exclusive interview with Fu Yanjing is currently the fastest and most effective way to revitalize the Mingjing Academy.

Even—

The only way.

The production team will not give up easily.

Wen Jin also sat in front of the computer and re-selected and organized a list of candidates for pre-interviews, and conducted in-depth analysis to explore more topical directions.

By the time I finished doing all this, night had already fallen outside, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cars were bustling and neon lights were flashing.

She glanced at the phone's security camera feed.

Chirp was lying shamelessly by the door, her little tail drooping, longingly looking in the direction where she was going home.

Chiu Chiu is a Maltese dog owned by Wen Jin.

It can also be considered her emotional comfort dog.

She suffered from insomnia every day and was in a state of extreme anxiety and breakdown. Meng Qinghe gave the puppy that he had just rescued to Wen Jinye.

It was very well-behaved and cute, and it stayed by Wen Jinye's side during many of Wen Jinye's endless dark moments.

But lately I've been neglecting Qiuqiu because I'm too busy with work.

Wen Jin also felt a little guilty, and gently shook her smooth palms behind her neck a few times.

As the soreness subsided, she turned off her computer.

...

Although Wen Jin lives in the city center, the neighborhood is quite old.

The long-neglected streetlights often flicker dimly, and under the thick darkness of night, the shadows of various branches sway in the wind.

It's a bit eerie.

At first, Wen Jin didn't dare to walk at night. Every time she worked overtime until late at night and went home, she would be on tenterhooks, seeing enemies everywhere.

But after living there for a while, I found that the security in this area is very good.

Wen Jin walked home as usual.

But under the faded apartment door, a furtive dark figure could be seen.

The face beneath the baseball cap was half-hidden in the darkness.

Although it was so blurry, the deep-seated disgust and fear still made Wen Jin recognize it at a glance.

Wen Jin's face turned pale instantly. Those dark memories, like spider silk, entangled her tightly, bit by bit, stealing her breath.

Depriving people of daylight.

She had clearly deleted and blocked her uncle's entire family long ago.

Why did Tan Donglin contact her again?

Tan Donglin didn't see her.

Wen Jin turned and left.

The summer evening breeze felt sticky and hot, and the chirping of insects echoed through the lush foliage.

Wen Jin felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

That silent shadow once again enveloped her.

Six months ago, Wen Jin had just returned to Jiangbei and been transferred to a new position.

Before everything had settled down, Tan Donglin somehow learned that Wen Jin had also returned.

Just like how he had cornered Wen Jinye in alleys countless times during high school, he locked her in the new rented room.

The house was vandalized.

Wen Jinye was trembling uncontrollably.

Tan Donglin, exhausted from smashing things, looked at Wen Jinye with greedy eyes.

"Good sister, your brother is indeed a little short of money lately. You've been in Hong Kong for so long, you must have some cash on hand, right?"

"You journalists must be very afraid of causing a negative impact, right? If I go to your workplace and cause a scene, which media outlet or program team would dare to hire you in the future?"

His sleazy face was right in front of him, and his rough hand patted Wen Jinye's face. "If you don't pay, I'll make sure you never have a moment's peace."

But Wen Jin has already made up her mind to get rid of those dark and damp past experiences.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She just stared at him stubbornly, "Don't even think about it!"

At that time, she was completely despondent and had a "what's the use" mentality.

But Tan Donglin slowly pulled out a family photo.

Orange-blue flames danced at the edges of the photograph.

Wen Jin also used almost all of her savings to get back the only family photo that her parents and their two children had left behind when they were alive.

But she didn't expect—

This peace that she thought she had only lasted for six months.