Chapter 92: All that you think of, you will get.

Chapter 92: All that is desired is attained

Fu Yanjing did not attend the summit on the second day.

Just as his arrival at the scene was sudden, his departure was equally quiet.

But just five minutes before the summit began, a trending entertainment news story popped up.

[#Best Actress He Jiayu spotted at a magazine photoshoot in Linshui City; a mysterious person airdropped various luxury gifts to fans, suspected to be a Hong Kong entertainment industry heir]

The most popular comments below are all about her private life.

[OMG, this is so extravagant! I hesitated for ages before adding this perfume to my cart—it costs thousands of dollars a bottle—and it's just being given away to a fan like this?!]

[And that face cream is ridiculously expensive, it costs more than a month's salary of mine. I'm equally jealous of every fan who was there.]

[Replying to the comment above, hehe, I'm talking about you! How did you know I received a gift worth almost 10,000 yuan? And I really felt so lucky! When I shouted "Thank you, wife!", He Jiayu actually heard me and gently replied, "You should thank someone else~" This ambiguity, what's the difference between that and a tacit admission of their relationship?!]

[This guy is a Hong Kong entertainment circle heir. Is there anyone who doesn't know that a financial summit is being held in Lin Shui City? That guy is there too.]

[Me! Me! Me! Mine is more reliable! Look at the top comment, it's mine! The Best Actress liked it! Family, this is official!]

The top-rated comment was:

[I don't understand, is this a Hong Kong entertainment circle heir demanding official recognition?]

On the reporters' platform, everyone was talking and discussing in hushed tones.

"No wonder Mr. Fu didn't come today, he went to visit his girlfriend on set."

"Why are all rich people so devoted to love? I wish I could dream of one in this lifetime."

"And thinking about how they were a couple in high school, I have a friend who studied at Jiangbei No.1 High School, and he told me that himself. During the years when rumors circulated on Lenovo's website that they had broken up, they still hadn't let go of each other, which made it feel even more romantic."

Wen Jin paused, her hands still busy organizing the pre-interview questions.

The pen tip rests on the paper, and the ink spreads.

*

During the Q&A session, Wen Jin was fortunate enough to be scanned by the camera several times, giving her the opportunity to speak and ask questions.

These few moments alone made the trip completely worthwhile.

The morning passed in the blink of an eye, and this annual financial summit officially came to a close.

There is a very efficacious Puhua Temple in Linshui City, where people come to pray for marriage and to ward off bad luck. Many worshippers from other places flock to the temple.

It takes only three hours to drive from Linshui City back to Jiangbei City on the highway, and you'll pass by the toll station on the way.

He Xianlin suggested that they go to Puhua Temple to offer incense.

Wen Jin is also a Buddhist. When she was studying at university in Gangcheng, she visited all the famous temples in Gangcheng. Occasionally, when she had some free time, she would copy Buddhist scriptures.

But Xiao Yin was clearly not convinced, yawning repeatedly. "I've always looked down on gods, ghosts, Buddhas, and demons."

He Xianlin couldn't help but chuckle, "I was also thinking of taking you to the Temple of the God of Wealth, I heard it's very effective."

This struck a chord with Xiaoyin, and she said with a serious expression, "I will kneel here forever."

He Xianlin took Xiao Yin to worship the God of Wealth, while Wen Jin preferred to go to the mountaintop to draw a fortune stick.

To get your fortune telling, you have to climb another hundred stone steps; it's right next to the Sutra Copying Hall.

There aren't many people here, so it's mostly quiet.

Wen Jin's phone buzzed; An Yu was calling her.

But the signal was bad here, so I couldn't get through, and I couldn't call back.

As Wen Jin exited the call log, she glanced at it again and saw that phone number.

The above shows that the call lasted five minutes last night.

She paused, momentarily stunned.

I remembered the scene where Xiaoyin helped her take the phone away; that's probably when I accidentally touched it.

The room was noisy at the time, but he didn't hang up. Someone whose income is calculated by the second was actually willing to spend five minutes listening to such trivial matters.

Wen Jin was also somewhat confused about Fu Yanjing.

He never called or messaged me again after that.

Wen Jin still doesn't know the motive behind Fu Yanjing's phone call.

But my mind keeps replaying what they were doing back then.

She chose truth when the bottle was pointed at her.

She admitted that she had a crush on someone for many years during high school.

When people asked about what happened next, they said they eventually got back together, or they moved on.

Wen Jin also thought that perhaps it was time to let go.

It's time to let it go.

After drawing this fortune stick, forget the past and start your life anew.

A new chapter in my emotional life.

A worshipper who had finished copying the scriptures came out of the temple, causing the wooden door to creak as he pushed it open.

The enormous Buddha statue has lowered eyes, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

Wen Jin also knelt down to draw lots. The moment he picked up the bamboo tube, he was drawn to something and subconsciously looked towards the Sutra Copying Hall.

The candles in front of the Buddha statue swayed precariously in the gentle breeze.

The bright yellow cushion beneath the Buddha statue is eye-catching.

Someone stood upright, kneeling on the table with their shirt sleeves half-rolled up, copying text.

Even her back view exudes a noble and elegant air that stands out from the crowd.

The door is closed.

Even a single glance from him made Wen Jin momentarily lose her composure.

In that moment of distraction, a stick was flung out of the bamboo tube.

Perhaps Buddha saw that she was not sincere, so he immediately gave Wen Jin a very bad fortune.

She was terrified.

There was a huge incense burner in front of them, and Wen Jin bought the most expensive and longest stick of incense.

Incense is burned in the precious cauldron.

Wen Jin also sincerely kowtowed three times amidst the swirling smoke, but his eyes were blinded when he stood up.

Smoke choked Wen Jin, who was also hunched over coughing, her shoulders shaking, and her eyes blurry with tears.

A broad, warm hand gently patted my back.

Wen Jin was coughing so hard that she felt dizzy. Thinking it was Xiao Yin who had just finished worshipping the God of Wealth, she turned to the side and subconsciously grabbed the other hand that was hanging by his side.

His fingers were long and slender like bamboo joints, with distinct bones, and there was something warm and jade-like in his palm.

The touch was completely unlike Xiao Yin's chubby little hands.

The physiological tears that welled up in her eyes made Wen Jin's vision blurry. She blinked, trying to clear away the misty fog in front of her eyes.

As his vision gradually cleared, Fu Yanjing's face became more and more visible.

Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out in the distance.

Empty and long.

It turned out that the figure that entered her eyes as the wooden door opened and closed was not an illusion.

Seeing Fu Yanjing here still left her somewhat incredulous.

After all, he gave off a lazy and leisurely vibe, which didn't seem like that of a devout believer at all.

This is not entirely unfair to Fu Yanjing.

My grandfather is recuperating in Northern Europe. Due to his poor health and advanced age, he inevitably feels a sense of melancholy in his twilight years.

Knowing that the old man was a Buddhist, Fu Yanjing decided to come here to copy Buddhist scriptures for him and pray for his well-being.

Then, in the old man's name, he donated incense money for gilding the Buddha's body.

Although Fu Yanjing didn't believe it, he was happy to spend money and time to please the old man.

He copied from morning till afternoon, and even at noon he only ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles at the temple.

Even under the Buddha's watchful eye, one must still maintain a proper attitude.

The aunt next to him who was copying the sutra got up and finished before he did.

It's rare to see young people kneeling here and calming their minds.

As he stood up, he handed a safety amulet to Fu Yanjing, saying, "Young man, sincerity brings blessings. You have a bright future ahead of you. I'm giving you this to wish you all your dreams come true and that all your wishes be fulfilled."

Does everything we think about come true?

Fu Yanjing didn't take it to heart.

But the moment he finished copying the scriptures and stepped out the door, he immediately saw the woman coughing and bending over amidst the swirling incense smoke.

The safety amulet in his hand was suddenly gripped tightly in his palm.

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Anyone here who's a wife?

Many readers might think my female lead lacks highlights, but that's not true. I simply prioritized the tug-of-war between the male and female leads in this story. Until their relationship reaches its next turning point, this is the main focus; other aspects are only briefly mentioned. You can see from their reunion in Hong Kong that the female lead is very hardworking, consistently so. She also holds several valuable interviews, highlighting her professional abilities. The outline also includes turning points and growth in her career, and her personality development is also a storyline. I encourage you to enjoy the story as it unfolds.

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