Chapter 105: Who Did I Like in High School?
Chapter 105: Who Did I Like in High School?
The subsequent conversation turned into academic discussions.
Wen Jin had almost finished eating. In this kind of situation, it would be very unpleasant and impolite to keep looking down at his phone. Sitting blankly at the table listening to them talk about obscure academic terms would also make him seem a bit dull.
Wen Jin simply got up and went to the restroom.
Fu Yanjing's presence was too strong; Wen Jin could always sense his subtle, almost imperceptible, gaze scrutinizing her, like a densely woven net.
She wanted to go out for some fresh air.
The early autumn midday air was still dry. After washing her hands, Wen Jin stood by the window in the corridor, listening intently to the gradually fading cicada chirping.
The carpet underfoot was soft, making each footstep barely audible.
But Wen Jin still noticed it.
Immediately following was the sound of a metal lighter being flicked.
In Wen Jin's peripheral vision, a section of black shirt fabric appeared.
Fu Yanjing leaned casually against the wall by the window, looking down at her. "Wen Jinye, you went to No. 8 High School?"
The Eighth Middle School is only a dozen or so bus stops away from the First Middle School.
Long before they lived in the port city, they had lived together for three years under the same blue sky.
Perhaps we had already brushed past each other without even realizing it.
Wen Jin lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, perfectly concealing the emotions in her eyes, leaving only the fan-shaped shadows under her eyelids trembling.
She didn't answer directly, saying, "It has nothing to do with you."
Wen Jin also wanted to leave, but as soon as her slender body passed him, the man grabbed her wrist.
His deep gaze was like a blob of ink that couldn't be dissolved, and Wen Jin also sensed the dangerous aura emanating from him, carrying an oppressive feeling of wanting to find out what was going on.
But the question he asked was quite absurd: "Who was the person you liked in high school?"
Before Wen Jin could even feel a tremor in her heart, she heard him say in a tense voice:
"Is it him?"
Occasionally, customers and waiters come and go.
Fu Yanjing's temperament is also exceptional.
Wen Jin was also worried that if the door to the private room at the end of the corridor were pushed open, their figures pulling and tugging at each other would be seen by others.
"Let me go." She struggled, her cheeks flushed. "Do you care who I liked in the past?"
He didn't even care why Wen Jin had willingly stayed by his side for those three years.
“Fu Yanjing, all of these questions are in the past and have no meaning.”
With the strength of a fledgling bird, Fu Yanjing didn't even flinch. He asked again, "Then tell me, was he the person you liked in high school?"
He was used to being high and mighty, and his words and actions were never open to questioning; he had an overbearing attitude that brooked no resistance.
Wen Jin didn't try to fight back, saying, "No."
Fu Yanjing loosened his grip slightly. "So, who did you like in high school?"
Wen Jin couldn't answer either, and turned her head away, saying, "I don't like anyone."
"That's a lie."
"What makes you so sure I'll have someone I like in high school? The school is very strict about early relationships; I don't have the guts."
"At No. 8 Middle School, walking side-by-side with a boy will be considered a violation."
Wen Jinye made the best of a bad situation. Fortunately, An Kang had studied at No. 8 Middle School back then and had complained to An Yu quite a bit. An Yu then took it as a joke and passed it on to Wen Jinye without any changes.
That's why she could so confidently impersonate a student from No. 8 Middle School and fabricate a true lie.
"Stop pretending, Wen Jinye. You admitted it yourself, you had a crush on someone in high school." His confident tone left Wen Jinye speechless.
She suddenly remembered the five-minute phone call she had with the water, without her even realizing it.
“Mr. Fu said it was a secret crush. Isn’t a secret crush a one-sided affair? It should be a secret kept to oneself, because the bittersweetness and those memories, filtered through a lens, are only precious to the person involved.”
"Such precious things should not be told to people who don't care."
She gazed quietly into Fu Yanjing's eyes.
Her eyes were misty with tears.
Like tears, or like the clear, lustrous light that should naturally shine in her eyes.
Wen Jinye's heart, like the cicadas chirping outside the window, rose and fell several times before gradually calming down.
She really wanted to tell Fu Yanjing that he existed in her world, shining brightly, and had led her out of the dampness of her seventeen-year-old girlhood.
But he was met with disdain from his circle and contempt from Fu Yanjing.
This made Wen Jin lose all her courage.
I didn't want to add another layer to their arrogance and disdain.
Fu Yanjing released Wen Jinye's hand.
The thin cigarette between his fingers had accumulated a long ash. Fu Yanjing forgot to shake it off, letting the smoke swirl around him, lost in thought.
A brief silence fell over the room.
Until it was broken by a clear, gentle voice.
"Today."
Meng Qinghe walked over from a distance, saying, "Professor Chen noticed you hadn't gone back yet and was worried you weren't feeling well, so he sent me out to find you."
"It's nothing, I just came out for some fresh air." Wen Jin's voice returned to its gentle and clear tone.
His gaze then fell on Fu Yanjing.
Seeing the two of them standing there alone, a man and a woman, the atmosphere was somewhat tense, but he did not show any surprise.
She simply nodded humbly and calmly to Fu Yanjing, saying, "Mr. Fu is here too."
The last time they met was in Meng Qinghe's car.
He returned a diamond-encrusted card in a grand manner.
Meng Qinghe's ability to remain so calm suggests that he must have known about their relationship for a long time.
Fu Yanjing remained in a languid, reclining posture. "I was just catching up with her when someone interrupted me."
Meng Qinghe laughed, "This is probably not a good place to catch up with old friends."
"Really?" Fu Yanjing asked with a questioning look, his casual words carrying a heavy weight of pressure. "Then where do you think would be a more suitable place for me and my ex-girlfriend to catch up?"
"Why don't you, Mr. Meng, point me in the right direction?"
The emphasis on the words "ex-girlfriend" seemed like a wake-up call for Meng Qinghe. He sensed a strong possessiveness in Meng Qinghe's sharp gaze.
Fu Yanjing undoubtedly possessed the innate aura of a superior, a commanding presence that Meng Qinghe clearly paled in comparison.
But he has a gentle and refined scholarly air about him, like water. "I don't know about that. After all, I don't have an ex-girlfriend, and I only talk about the present with Jin. It doesn't matter where we talk."
Even a drop of water can wear away a stone.
Both of them spoke in calm tones, but an underlying tension, known only to the two of them, was palpable.
Fu Yanjing stubbed out the cigarette he hadn't even had a chance to take a few puffs of, completely deviating from the expected pattern, "Then you two talk right now, I want to hear what kind of heavenly music it is."
Meng Qinghe had clearly never seen such a move before, and his mind went blank for a moment. "Mr. Fu is joking."
Fu Yanjing's face showed no trace of joking relaxation; his lowered brows and eyes were sharp and cold. "Since this isn't appropriate, how about we stay next to your car?"
If the previous conversation was an undercurrent of tension, then this sentence has become a blatant warning.
If he can stop Meng Qinghe's car once, he can stop it a second time, and countless times.
Behind this decision to stop was the fact that he could easily take Wen Jin away from Meng Qinghe's side.
He gets whatever he wants and has absolute control over the people and things around him.
Even after breaking up with Wen Jin, she wouldn't allow anyone else to touch her.
Meng Qinghe's gentle smile froze on his lips.
Whether it's power, wealth, or presence, Fu Yanjing can easily prevail in any stalemate where the outcome is uncertain.
But he couldn't help it; some people didn't side with him.
"Fu Yanjing, don't be crazy."
She stood between the two men like a potato, her body leaning more towards Meng Qinghe, her eyes full of wariness as she looked at him.
They were afraid he might do something underhanded.
"Don't park other people's cars randomly. I think you only suffered minor damage."
The moment she uttered those straightforward words, Fu Yanjing's air of superiority vanished instantly. "Wen Jinye, do you have any conscience?"
"No, didn't you say that already?"
She didn't even want the heart that had been filled with Fu Yanjing in the past.
What does conscience matter?
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