Chapter 89: Blushing

Chapter 89: Blushing

The participants were quite focused during the first half of the presentation.

But in the second half, everyone started making small movements, whether in the press area or the guest area, and couldn't control themselves.

The man sitting next to Fu Yanjing fiddled with his phone for a while and straightened his suit for a while.

These subtle movements caught Fu Yanjing's eye, making his already nonchalant state even more detached.

Fu Yanjing, bored with what he was hearing, turned his head away as if possessed.

My gaze passed over the blurry figures sitting upright and finally focused on a spot where the shutter lights of the press desk were flashing.

She stands out in the crowd; she is undeniably beautiful.

She was dressed in a simple and appropriate business suit, and her hair was neatly tied up, which only made her small face, which was full of delicate features, stand out even more.

Her white silk shirt folded with her movements.

She held a small blue notebook in her hand, listening and taking notes with an extremely serious expression.

Her almond-shaped eyes would squint from time to time due to the flickering lights.

The meeting was lengthy and complex.

At this moment, the speaker on stage was talking about currency wars, and Wen Jin's eyes were focused on it.

When they hear keywords related to knowledge gaps, they also frown and seem to be deep in thought.

"Mr. Fu, what interesting thing did you see?"

A man's ingratiating question reached my ears.

He followed Fu Yanjing's gaze, somewhat puzzled, "Is there something over there?"

Fu Yanjing subtly shifted his gaze from the elegant figure. "Nothing, why do you ask?"

I see you are smiling.

Fu Yanjing's fluttering eyelids froze for a moment, as if he had lost his focus for a moment.

His indifferent tone revealed no emotion whatsoever. "Really?"

This perfunctory question made the other person feel somewhat insecure.

Fu Yanjing has a cold appearance, and his deep-set eyebrows and eyes look aloof and distant, so the curve of his lips is particularly noticeable.

But now he has reverted to that indifferent demeanor.

It was as if everything was just an illusion.

The man could only awkwardly say, "Perhaps I misjudged you and shouldn't have presumptuously guessed your emotions."

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As the speakers finished speaking, the intermission began, accompanied by the host's sweet voice.

People began to move about.

Xiao Yin put down the camera and didn't have the strength to squeeze over to find Wen Jinye. She shook her aching arm with a bitter face.

The joints creaked and cracked.

Wen Jin watched from a distance that was neither too close nor too far. When she came, she was shouting that the snacks here were delicious and she wanted to show them off.

She intended to go to the dessert section to get some for Xiaoyin.

Just as she was about to leave, He Xianlin called her back.

"Reporter Wen, I've long admired your name."

He scratched his head, seemingly embarrassed to strike up a conversation so abruptly. "I'm He Xianlin, a reporter from The Economist. I've watched your interviews over the past few weeks, and I found your questions to be very professional. I'm also from Jiangbei, and I've always wanted to get to know you. I never expected to see you here."

She smiled shyly, "I was too embarrassed to say hello, so I've been holding it in until now."

Wen Jin was also pleasantly surprised to be recognized by her senior.

In today's society, print media is declining and its future is bleak.

However, The Economist has always persisted in this approach and remains the most authoritative economic media journal in China.

Moreover, as a top journalist for The Economist, He Xianlin's articles are often sharp, insightful, and incisive.

Wen Jin also admired him somewhat.

She politely bowed slightly and extended her hand, saying, "I've heard so much about you. I've read many of your articles and reports and benefited greatly from them."

"Really? That would be my honor."

"It's an honor to be praised by you, but I still have a lot to learn from your professionalism."

The conversation between the two contained both some business boasting and a sense of mutual appreciation.

He Xianlin took out his phone. "Can I add you as a contact? We can learn from each other sometime."

"Of course, no problem."

After exchanging contact information, He Xianlin changed Wen Jinye's nickname in his phone while asking, "Did you know we also have a small group for reporters? I'll add you to it. If there are any omissions or questions about the meeting content, we can share information."

He explained while demonstrating.

"Hey? You're in the group chat."

It turns out that the group that Xiao Yinlawen joined today is the same group chat that He Xianlin wanted to share.

Wen Jin smiled too. She didn't like chatting much. "I've never posted in the group."

Even after Xiaoyin went to sleep yesterday, Wen Jin read the messages in the group and then casually muted them.

He Xianlin: "Want to go out together tonight? Let's all get to know each other. After all, in our journalist circle, having more friends means having more opportunities and expanding our information channels."

"good."

The room was filled with the sounds of people talking and chatting, making it feel a bit stuffy.

Wen Jinye's face flushed red as soon as she steamed it, and with her smile, she looked charming and beautiful.

I vaguely sensed a sharp gaze fixed on us.

Wen Jin also turned her head to the side, before her gaze could be focused.

"Reporter Wen."

A deep, languid voice rang out clearly amidst the cacophony of voices.

Wen Jin met Fu Yanjing's direct and clear gaze.

My heart skipped a beat, like an instinctive reaction.

He nodded, leaned back lazily in his chair, and rested one hand on the armrest, standing there for who knows how long.

He sparingly uttered only two words: "Come here."

He Xianlin had watched Wen Jinye's interview with Fu Yanjing and thought that was the point at which they met.

She was genuinely envious. "Go quickly! Mr. Fu is a resource that many media outlets can't even dream of having, and he still remembers you."

"Next time you interview him, could you put in a good word for me?"

She'll probably only have a negative impact on him.

Wen Jin nodded perfunctorily and walked towards Fu Yanjing.

She thought that Fu Yanjing wouldn't be so bored as to chat with her or tease her in such a setting.

There must be something important to do.

Wen Jin also asked respectfully, "Mr. Fu, is there something you need from me?"

The man twitched his lips.

Why were you blushing just now?

Wen Jin was also taken aback by his inexplicable question.

Where?

I subconsciously touched the back of my hand to my cheek and found that it was indeed a bit warmer than usual.

"The venue was a bit stuffy," Wen Jin explained.

But Fu Yanjing's condescending gaze was too blatant. He just stared at her quietly, making every subtle change in Wen Jinye's expression crystal clear to him.

His gaze seemed to carry a warmth as well.

Wen Jin felt uncomfortable under Fu Yanjing's gaze, and her cheeks flushed even more uncontrollably.

A blush spread across her face, even her ears turned red.

The more Wen Jin tried to control it, the more she felt the scalding heat washing over her.

Her flustered and annoyed expression, coupled with her sullen cheeks, instantly rendered her previous explanation about the stuffy atmosphere of the venue unconvincing.

At least that's how Fu Yanjing sees it.

A strange feeling flashed through his mind.

A hint of irritation surfaced on her usually indifferent face. "He's just so-so, why are you making such a fuss, Wen Jinye?"