Chapter 81: Do You Want a Home?

Chapter 81: Do You Want a Home?

Wen Jin also had a dream.

She dreamed of her father.

In my dream, he was still young.

I would always wait with an umbrella at the intersection where the school bus would stop on every rainy day.

"What did our precious daughter learn today? Did she make any new friends?"

Wen Jin also skipped and jumped around, specifically choosing to step in puddles.

The moment the water splashed up, her trouser legs were soaked, but her father wasn't angry. He just looked helpless and indulgent. "Go wherever it seems suspicious. If your mother sees this, she'll say I didn't take good care of you."

Wen Jin ran into her arms and said, "Daddy, I missed you so much! It feels like I haven't seen you in so long."

"It's only been half a day."

Is half a day really that long?

Little Wen Jin also felt like she couldn't breathe, and her chest felt sore and dry.

Raindrops from the edge of the umbrella fell onto the back of her hand. She wiped them away and saw blood.

The world turned crimson in an instant.

The screech of brakes, the violent sounds of collisions, and the piercing wail of an ambulance.

This created her eternal nightmare.

It turns out it wasn't half a day.

It was more than ten years after she lost her parents.

The world in my dream collapsed and shattered in an instant.

Wen Jin also wanted to grasp something.

She ran and ran towards her father as fast as she could.

The father's figure receded rapidly into the distance.

But the hem of her father's clothes vanished like fine sand brushing against her fingertips.

"Daddy, Daddy."

In Qiushui Bay, the bedroom was quiet.

Only the woman, her face turned to the side, rested in the man's palm, sobbing softly.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably.

Her fingertips gripped the hem of Fu Yanjing's shirt tightly.

The family doctor, who was packing his medical kit, dared not utter a sound.

It's hard to believe that Mr. Fu, with his seemingly upright and honest exterior, is actually quite the womanizer in private.

He had just given Wen Jin the medicine, and based on experience, she should be waking up soon.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, she even chased after Mr. Fu, calling him "Dad."

He hung his head, knowing that the more secrets of wealthy families one knew, the faster one would die.

As a doctor with professional ethics, he immediately and sincerely expressed:

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I won't tell anyone."

His excessive caution backfired.

"I'm not that perverted."

Fu Yanjing ran his fingertips over her tearful eyes and pulled the corner of his shirt from her fingertips.

"Even at a time like this, they still can't resist smearing me."

He was both angry and helpless. His warm fingertips landed on Wen Jinye's face and gently pinched it.

He himself was unaware of that softness.

But Wen Jin cried even more intensely.

It seems she really had a very sad dream.

"Dad, don't leave me, Xiaojin. After you leave, I will have no home anymore."

"I have no one to rely on, no home, I have nothing left."

"Without you and Mom, life is so hard for Xiao Jin."

"Next time, come visit me in my dreams again, okay?"

Fu Yanjing's movements suddenly froze.

He quietly gazed at Wen Jinye's sleeping face.

Her long eyelashes were wet with tears and trembled incessantly. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

His fair face was streaked with tears.

She cried so hard.

Wen Jin is also prone to tearing up.

Fu Yanjing had seen her with tears in her eyes many times.

The water rippled gently, yet refused to fall easily. Instead, a blush rose at the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes, like a perfectly placed stroke of red on rice paper.

I felt pity for him.

He used to think that women's tears were annoying, one of the most boring things in the world.

But Wen Jin is an exception.

That year, a major car accident occurred near Victoria Harbour, making headlines.

The people in the car that was seriously injured died at the scene.

The car he was driving was exactly the same one he had driven that night.

After seeing the news, Wen Jin rushed outside without thinking about anything else.

They even ran away with their slippers.

Just as she ran out, she encountered Fu Yanjing's car.

Fu Yanjing came downstairs. "Why are you running around in such a panic, like you've lost your soul?"

She was trembling all over, as if in a dream, "It wasn't you..."

Fu Yanjing was completely confused. "What do you mean it's not me?"

The next second, Wen Jin bumped into his arms.

Her tears instantly soaked Fu Yanjing's shirt.

"Thank goodness it wasn't you."

At this moment, it was the second time that Fu Yanjing had seen Wen Jin cry so intensely.

It was as if they had suffered all kinds of injustice.

so--

During those three years, she inadvertently revealed her forbearance, caution, and prudence in front of him.

It wasn't her perfectly timed performance.

Rather, she truly has an unfortunate past.

But Wen Jin never mentioned any of this to him.

She couldn't stop crying.

Fu Yanjing looked at Wen Jinye's face, his expression unreadable.

Her soft sobs were like a string being plucked in Fu Yanjing's heart.

“Wen Jinye.”

The doctor left with his medicine kit.

Fu Yanjing's soft murmur echoed in the empty bedroom.

"What kind of grievances have you suffered?"

The man, who was always insightful and shrewd in his planning, now had a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Is the desire to climb higher and achieve something also a way to gain someone to rely on, a home to call home?"

But the only response he received was the woman's gradually subsiding sobs.

Her eyes were moist, still glistening with tears.

But the dream was over, and her breathing gradually calmed down. Thanks to the lingering effects of the medication, she slept soundly.

The cell phone on the table rang.

It's Wen Jinye's phone.

The screen is cracked in several places; it was badly damaged.

It was found by Fu Yanjing's men on a secluded road.

An Yu's name was displayed above.

The screen is malfunctioning.

Fu Yanjing pressed the button several times before successfully answering the call.

The other person's choked, urgent voice came through the phone instantly.

"No matter who you are, I have money! I have plenty! Wen Jinye, you must release me safe and sound!"

"I am Fu Yanjing."

"What?!" An Yu's voice practically boomed from the other end of the phone, "Fu Yanjing?"

She was frantic with worry.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether it was friend or foe, and subconsciously thought that Fu Yanjing had controlled Wen Jinye.

An Yu disregarded the disparity in their social status and no longer cared about her career path.

"You bastard! Why did you kidnap Jin Ye? You didn't treat her well when she was with you, and now you're resorting to forced love?! Let me tell you, you better release her right now!!!"

The barrage of insults turned the dignified Mr. Fu's face so dark it was almost as if ink were dripping from it.

However, this also gave them leverage over An Yu's words.

Why didn't I treat her better back then?

"you……"

An Yu's blood pressure had calmed down, and she had recovered.

Firstly, he realized that Fu Yanjing's status meant he wouldn't do something so low. The fact that he received Wen Jinye's call meant he had probably rescued someone.

Second—

What he's willing to give is different from what Wen Jin wants.

In the eyes of those in power, there is never equality.

Even a lover.

Besides, that bastard only treated Jin Ye as a fleeting affair.

In particular, she had long ago decided to bury that unrequited love and all her pain.

Because Fu Yanjing lacks empathy.

Therefore, she will only reopen old wounds and make things more embarrassing for herself.

An Yu was unable to stand up for Wen Jinye.

Having received no response from the brainless little firecracker on the other end of the phone, Fu Yanjing stood not far away, his gaze sweeping over Wen Jin's peacefully sleeping face, ultimately deciding not to stoop to An Yu's level.

Being greeted with questions out of nowhere would make anyone, no matter how broad-minded, feel uncomfortable.

Fu Yanjing gave a cold laugh.

"By the time you realize something is wrong, Wen Jin will have already been sold to northern Myanmar."

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