Chapter 120 I Can't Bear to See You Suffer
Chapter 120 I Can't Bear to See You Suffer
I wasn't asking him how he knew.
Rather, he learned why he chose to interfere in Wen Jinye's affairs.
They should have been completely uninvolved.
Given Fu Yanjing's indifferent and aloof nature, even if Wen Jinye came to him for help, he should have looked down on her and waved the sleeve that Wen Jinye had tugged at.
Fu Yanjing slowly opened his eyes. There was no sign of weariness in his eyes, but they were so dark that it was impossible to discern his emotions.
"I don't know either."
This isn't a perfunctory response; I genuinely don't know.
He was unaware of too many inexplicable impulses and lack of awareness.
include--
Why did you have someone else return my tie to me?
"What?"
The topic jumped so quickly that Wen Jin was a little stunned.
She didn't fail to hear clearly; she simply didn't understand.
Wen Jin lowered her eyes, and was about to speak again when she was interrupted by Fu Yanjing.
"Never mind," he said. "It's not important anyway."
Actually, he regretted asking the question as soon as he did.
Based on his recent understanding of Wen Jinye, the only answer he could get from her would be:
They are even.
We will not disturb each other.
Don't contact me again.
After their reunion, she kept avoiding drawing a line, afraid that there would still be emotional entanglements between them.
Asking would only be pointless.
He didn't like hearing those words.
Fu Yanjing lowered his eyelids slightly and changed the question, "Why did you delete me as a WeChat friend?"
Now Wen Jin was even more confused. Her gentle tone carried a hint of self-righteousness as she asked, "Didn't you block me first?"
Fu Yanjing raised an eyebrow at her. "How did you know I blocked you? Did you message me?"
Wen Jinye: "Because of the tie."
...
As soon as Xiaoyin got home, she sent a message to Wen Jinye.
【Sister Jinye, have you left yet? I just got home.】
Who bailed you out, Sister Anyu?
Let me know when you get home.
Wen Jin also typed: 【I'm almost there.】
Thinking of the way Xiaoyin's boyfriend disapproved and even blamed her when he picked her up, Wen Jin was also worried that they would have a conflict.
Then he asked, "You two didn't have a fight, did you?"
It took a long time for Xiao Yin to reply: "It's nothing, sis."
After chatting with Xiaoyin, the car slowly came to a stop.
Wen Jin then snapped out of her daze, put away her phone, grabbed her bag, and prepared to get off the bus.
But when Wen Jin landed barefoot and saw the scenery outside the car, she paused.
This is not a still water garden at all.
It's Qiushui Bay!
The car door wasn't closed. She stood outside the car, her body stiffening slightly. Turning her head to look at Fu Yanjing, her eyes were filled with wariness and confusion.
Why did you bring me here?
He didn't say anything.
Under Wen Jinye's gaze, he slowly loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.
Then get off the bus.
He hoisted the woman onto his shoulder.
"Kidnapping".
*
"Fu Yanjing!"
"Put me down!"
"Let me go!"
Wen Jin was suspended in mid-air, with Fu Yanjing's shoulder being her only point of support.
She flailed her arms and legs wildly, but the man continued to walk with a composed gait.
The indoor lights were off, with only ambient lighting from the green belt outside the window and moonlight streaming in.
That dim light was insignificant compared to the darkness of the vast space.
Wen Jin's vision had not fully adjusted, and she could not make out her surroundings until Fu Yanjing pushed open a door.
The cool sensation coming from her back and buttocks made Wen Jin flinch.
"Smack—"
The lights in the restroom were on brightly.
She was pinned to the sink by the man.
Wen Jin squinted to avoid the blinding light, wanting to jump down.
But the man grabbed her ankle.
His palms were warm, with a certain burning sensation, which contrasted sharply with Wen Jin's icy ankles.
"Fu Yanjing, what are you going to do?"
"take it easy."
Fu Yanjing gently stroked the water with his fingertips while turning on the faucet on the sink next to him with his other hand.
Hot water was poured out, wetting the washcloth.
He lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the dust off Wen Jinye's feet.
He skillfully avoided the wound, and Fu Yanjing threw the cotton towel into the trash can, saying, "Wait for me here."
A little while later, they brought the first-aid kit.
Wen Jin subconsciously swung her foot to avoid Fu Yanjing's hand, "I can do it myself."
Fu Yanjing chuckled softly twice, his tone ambiguous, "Wen Jinye, you don't need to be so wary of me."
Touched on her secret, Wen Jin lowered her head, suppressing the turmoil rising in her throat. Her tense tone sounded somewhat distant, "I just don't understand why you did all this."
Fu Yanjing braced his hands on the sink, loosely encircling Wen Jinye in front of his chest, and leaned forward to catch Wen Jinye's evasive gaze.
His gaze was calm and focused.
"Can't I stand seeing you suffer?"
After the straightforward and blunt statement was uttered, the surroundings fell silent.
Wen Jin suddenly looked up, and something in her heart, like fine sand in the waves on the shore, loosened and collapsed.
"you……"
Fu Yanjing lowered his eyes. "You heard me right."
Without a word, he grabbed Wen Jin's injured foot, his gaze towards her devoid of any amusement.
His serious expression left no room for Wen Jin to doubt him, yet his words were so cryptic.
"Don't resist me anymore, there aren't many more times like this."
Wen Jin couldn't describe her emotions either.
She felt no joy whatsoever, but rather a profound sense of grievance, which overwhelmed her.
She couldn't discern the true weight of Fu Yanjing's words, or how much sincerity they contained.
That deep, heartfelt appreciation she had always longed for only emerged from Fu Yanjing's calm words as she was on the verge of detaching herself from it.
Wen Jin also felt that she was developing PTSD.
She didn't believe it.
I also felt it was meaningless.
They are from different worlds. The port city and Jiangbei are more than 2,000 kilometers apart. After returning to their own life trajectories, they should never have any intersection again.
The power of an adult male is not to be resisted.
Her feet were not even as big as Fu Yanjing's hands.
Wen Jin was also sitting here, and from this angle, his slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes appeared somewhat tender.
The medicine has been applied.
While Fu Yanjing was packing his medicine box, Wen Jin jumped off the sink and walked out barefoot.
"etc--"
Fu Yanjing strode out and called out to her, "Is it so difficult for you to sit with me a little longer?"
Wen Jin also curled her toes, "It's late, I have to go to work tomorrow morning."
He casually placed the medicine box on the table, then went to the entrance to get a pair of spare disposable slippers and placed them beside Wen Jinye's feet.
"Put them on."
Wen Jin remained standing still.
Despite his considerate and attentive actions, he received no kind response, and Fu Yanjing's resentment flared up again.
A coldness settled between his brows. "Are you barefoot and unafraid of those wearing shoes, or are you waiting for me to put them on for you?"
As always, there is no room for argument.
"No need." She has learned to be sparing with her words now. Although her tone is still clear and gentle, one can always detect a sense of detachment.
Anyway, she's not the one who's at a disadvantage, and disposable slippers are better than walking barefoot on the ground.
Wen Jin put it on as well, tilting her head, "Can I leave now?"
She stood at the doorway, the iris recognition repeatedly failing, a cold, mechanical female voice constantly reminding her.
Wen Jin took a deep breath. "Fu Yanjing, open the door."
The sense of defeat was like a rising tide that almost overwhelmed Fu Yanjing.
He should have put his hands in his pockets, arrogantly watching Wen Jin leave, and shouldn't have interfered in her life anymore.
But there's this one impulse that grows wildly like weeds.
He suddenly realized that once he established his base in Jiangbei, the name "Wen Jinye" would completely disappear from his life.
I really don't want to.
Fu Yanjing walked over seemingly leisurely.
The camera scanned his iris, and with a "beep," the door unlocked.
That impulse didn't dissipate with his steps; instead, it lingered as Wen Jin pushed open the door, and as the night breeze blew, strands of her hair brushed against Fu Yanjing's chin—
We reached the summit.
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