Chapter 84: Don't Waste This Beautiful Night

Chapter 84: Don't Waste This Beautiful Night

She went to great lengths to keep him by her side.

Despite her obvious and easily seen-through tricks, she still recklessly tried to get closer to him.

She was clearly so out of place in that glamorous social circle.

Entering that kind of circle requires an admission ticket and a springboard.

But Wen Jin's immediate target was him.

Such courage is rare to find in the entire city of Hong Kong.

Wen Jin also thought of her naive and reckless self.

She said softly, "I was naive back then."

Overestimating one's abilities.

Fu Yanjing found these words extremely offensive.

"You chose me when you were immature, but now that you're mature, you choose someone else?"

Even if he had weighed the pros and cons, he still lost.

His pride was utterly destroyed at this moment.

"Then what am I?" Fu Yanjing's voice deepened. "A mistake you made when you were young and naive."

Seeing that she was keeping her head down and not speaking, Fu Yanjing walked to the bedside and tried to lift Wen Jinye's chin with his fingertips to see what her expression was.

But as soon as she touched that delicate skin, Wen Jin felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she instinctively shrank back.

Her long, black hair brushed against the back of his hand, and the wariness in her eyes did not escape Fu Yanjing's notice.

Fu Yanjing scoffed, "Why are you hiding? You just treated me like your savior, and now you're treating me like a plague?"

She didn't speak, which was like tacit agreement.

Fu Yanjing experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.

That's impressive.

He never imagined that one day he would be the one who made a fool of himself.

Feeling depressed, Fu Yanjing suddenly craved a cigarette.

He didn't have the habit of smoking in the bedroom, and turned to walk towards the living room, but a corner of his pajamas was tugged by a slight force.

Wen Jin's gentle fingertips lightly pinched the soft fabric, stopping the man's steps just in time.

For the first time, she defended herself, saying calmly, "Back then, I truly loved you."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, “It’s just that you didn’t take it to heart, or perhaps you simply don’t believe it.”

Her affection was merely the most insignificant thing in Fu Yanjing's life, which was full of everything.

He also has many fans.

In his eyes, nothing was precious.

Fu Yanjing felt a slight astringency on the tip of his tongue.

Staring at the woman's gentle face, her eyes trembling beneath her eyelashes, seemingly calm and indifferent, yet seemingly containing a sadness that Fu Yanjing could never understand.

"So...you are not wrong."

The one who was wrong was the girl who couldn't help but get close to him back then.

Gazing at the moon, drawing closer to the moon.

And then she blames the moon for not belonging to her.

Why would I fall for someone with whom there's no future?

I like it so much.

Every time Fu Yanjing gets close, Wen Jin's desire to repeat the same mistakes stirs within her.

But she had already suffered a terrible fall once.

It can't withstand a second round of excruciating pain.

Wen Jin also let go of his hand, looking somewhat relieved. "But I should start a new life."

Fu Yanjing's breathing felt like it was being squeezed, making it difficult to breathe. His gaze swept over Wen Jinye's face, and he suddenly felt a stubborn urge to get to the bottom of things.

"You really liked it back then, but what about now?"

Wen Jin lowered her eyes, concealing the emotions surging within them. "Now... I don't like it anymore."

She found a good reason for her impulsiveness back then, glossing over her years of liking you: "When I was young, I was blinded by the upper class, so it was easy for me to fall for you."

"But after a while, that circle was just like that; everyone was just playing around. We were no exception."

But her slightly trembling fingertips clearly told Wen Jinye that she was lying.

A cunning lie can only fool those who don't care.

She dared not look up at Fu Yanjing, afraid that he would notice something amiss.

I could only vaguely sense that the air around me was moving more slowly.

Fu Yanjing did not deny her point of view.

The man's indifferent voice betrayed no emotion. "So you broke up with me because you were done playing around."

Wen Jin's words, seemingly in a defiant tone, were half true and half false: "Aren't you done yet? Anyway, you're not going to marry me, so it's only a matter of time before you're done."

"We ordinary people can also take the initiative when we are clear-headed enough."

"Not enough."

Fu Yanjing suddenly leaned over and pinned Wen Jin down on the bed, saying, "In the games of high society, you don't get to decide the rules."

He gripped Wen Jinye's ankle, leaving no room for argument, "Wen Jinye, let's keep playing."

A cool, warm kiss landed on Wen Jinye's calf. "Don't waste this beautiful night."

He wasn't just referring to tonight.

It's not about how you feel right now.

Before he had decided on a marriage partner, he wanted to continue entangled with Wen Jin.

As for the reason, it doesn't matter anymore.

Two single people can do anything.

"I don't want to!"

Wen Jin also wanted to push him, but because of the medication she had been given, her limbs were weak and powerless.

She could only kick her legs wildly, trying to break free from the man's restraints.

Her toes brushed against the fabric of his pajamas.

Fu Yanjing stopped her in time, his tone tense, "Don't kick around, you can't afford to pay for the damage if you break this place."

The point her toes were pointing was between Fu Yanjing's legs.

The soft fabric was pushed up by a hard object, its outline faintly visible.

But there was not a trace of lust or passion in Fu Yanjing's dark eyes.

The ink was a deep, unfathomable color, extremely cold and somber.

Wen Jin also noticed that he was angry.

Even his jawline became sharp.

"You have no conscience! Do you even know what 'playing' means?"

"Those guys in the circle change women like a revolving door. When they like someone, they're all swoon-worthy, but when they don't, they just give them a few bags and call them a day."

He pinched Wen Jinye's slender waist in a fit of anger. It hurt a little, and Wen Jinye let out a soft moan, her delicate eyebrows furrowing.

Fu Yanjing didn't lessen the pressure on his hands, and his tone became even more forceful, "Now that's what playing is all about."

"In all my years, you've been the only woman I've ever been with, and you've been the only one living in the Xishan Mansion. Even if you're prejudiced against me, isn't the blame you're placing on me a bit too heavy?"

Fu Yanjing's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage, "I'll play with you, but will I ever give you a home?"

Wen Jin curled her fingers slightly, her gaze calmly fixed on the ceiling.

After staring at it for a while, my vision became unfocused, the light was glaring, and my eyes became misty.

"This is not a gift."

She admitted that during her time at Xishan Mansion, her life was more stable and smooth than ever before.

Can--

"Xishan Mansion can never be my home for life."

Fu Yanjing retorted, "Why is it impossible?"

Wen Jin also said very seriously, "You won't marry me. Sooner or later, there will be a new mistress there."

He frowned. "When that time comes, I will leave Xishan Mansion to you, but it's not just Xishan Mansion."

“I have so much to give you, Wen Jinye, stay with me for a while longer.” He thought of the dream where Wen Jinye cried so bitterly.

"I will protect you for the rest of your life."