Chapter 15: Fever and Fainting
Chapter Fifteen: Fainting from Fever
The cricket was caught red-handed.
Wen Jin's face immediately showed embarrassment, and Xiao Yin's silver tongue also came to a halt.
But Fu Yanjing didn't seem to have any intention of making a big deal out of it. He stepped aside to make way and said in a soft voice, "Go in."
Xiao Yin has finished debugging the equipment.
Wen Jin sat opposite Fu Yanjing, and everything proceeded smoothly according to the interview outline.
Fu Yanjing usually seems carefree and unrestrained, but when it comes to serious matters, he can speak fluently and meticulously.
When discussing Henderson Land Development and the entire Fu family business, he spoke at a measured pace, in an orderly manner.
His words were incisive and insightful, making it clear that Fu's current momentum was strong, but leaving people uncertain about his future development path.
There's one last question.
Wen Jin also paused in her breathing.
Such financial interviews would be too boring if they only talked about the economy. Normally, the interview would also touch on the interviewee's private affairs at the end of the interview.
for example--
emotion.
No matter how turbulent his inner emotions were, Wen Jin always maintained a flawless, professional smile.
"Mr. Fu, I would also like to ask a question on behalf of our netizens that is of great concern to everyone."
Fu Yanjing, sparing with words, simply said, "Speak."
"Nowadays, you and the popular actress He Jiayu are frequently trending on social media. Everyone is concerned about whether you and actress He Jiayu have reconciled after a breakup in your youth."
Her tone was gentle, revealing no trace of unusual emotion.
Fu Yanjing gave her a cryptic look, without giving a direct answer, "This kind of thing should be left to entertainment reporters."
"So... have you had any other relationships in the past?"
This question was posed by Tang Manjia.
While vomiting uncontrollably after chemotherapy, she confidently declared, "This question is sensational; you absolutely have to ask."
Fu Yanjing gave a slight, sarcastic smile, his gaze sweeping over Wen Jinye with a half-smile. "Reporter Wen."
Wen Jin's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers, which were resting on her lap, curled up unconsciously, a sign of her unease.
They were afraid that Fu Yanjing would say something outrageous.
She was also afraid that he would misunderstand her and think she was using her position to have ulterior motives.
Fu Yanjing, losing interest, replied, "Yes, I have."
“But—” he trailed off, “he’s just a petty swindler with mediocre skills.”
Wen Jinye: ...
Her eyelashes trembled. She never expected Fu Yanjing to publicly execute her and then mock her clumsy methods.
yes--
Young Master Fu stands at the top of the pyramid, with countless beauties racking their brains to get close to him. My own naive methods back then were indeed no match for him.
Wen Jin's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched his fingers tightly. "Thank you for your answer, Mr. Fu."
The interview has ended.
Xiao Yin started collecting the equipment.
The high-powered lights shone on her face, and it wasn't until the end that Wen Jin realized her eyes were sore.
She straightened her business attire and stood up.
But the moment he stood up, he felt a sudden rush of blood to his head, and Wen Jin felt dizzy and everything went black.
Before her consciousness faded, she seemed to hear Fu Yanjing's angry yet mocking laughter, "Wen Jinye, you've tried to scam me at my home, haven't you?"
*
These words echoed repeatedly in her dreams.
No... she didn't want to.
She didn't want to be mocked by Fu Yanjing again, who arrogantly asked her if she regretted it and wanted to use the same trick again.
Wen Jin also tried to refute this.
"Sister Jinye, Sister Jinye, what aren't you thinking about?"
Why were you crying in your dream?
Xiao Yin's worried voice pulled Wen Jin out of her daze.
Wen Jin's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a snow-white ceiling, and the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. She moved her fingers, and a wave of numbness washed over her.
The IV drip is almost finished.
Xiao Yin pulled out a tissue to wipe Wen Jinye's tears. "Jinye, did you have a nightmare?"
Wen Jin thought about it and didn't deny it. Fu Yanjing was indeed her nightmare.
If only I could knock my head out and forget about him, that would be wonderful.
Because she had just woken up, Wen Jin's voice was a little hoarse. "What's wrong with me?"
Xiao Yin said, "My goodness, you had a fever of over 39 degrees Celsius, but you were acting like nothing was wrong. I was so worried that I almost called the fire department."
Wen Jin clearly hadn't expected that the grogginess she felt when she first woke up that morning would develop to this extent. "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital."
"Don't thank me, Mr. Fu brought you here." Xiao Yin recalled the scene just now. "Sister Jinye, you were as light as a leaf when Mr. Fu scooped you into his arms."
"That's why the heroines in romance novels are all so slim. I'm round and chubby, so if a domineering CEO hugs me, his face will turn purple, won't it?"
Wen Jin smiled and said, "That's because they can't do it. I can carry you in a princess carry."
The ward door was pushed open, and Tang Man walked in wearing a pink hospital gown. "I'm really impressed. The three of us have come to the ward for a team-building activity."
Xiao Yin's face paled, "Oh dear, this can't continue!"
The three chatted for a while, then Wen Jin finished her IV drip, and Tang Man had to go back to take her medicine.
Wen Jin also went to the payment counter, only to be told that she had already paid.
Wen Jin blinked blankly, then looked at Xiao Yin, who was dragging around large and small bags of equipment, with a relieved expression. "Since when do people do good deeds anonymously?"
She found Xiaoyin's WeChat and casually asked, "How much? I'll transfer it to you."
Xiao Yin was greedy for money, but he didn't boast about it. He shook his head vigorously, "This wasn't what I paid..."
Wen Jin paused, her fingertips hovering over the screen.
If it's not Xiao Yin, then it can only be Fu Yanjing.
Xiao Yin also realized, "Mr. Fu is a very kind person."
Wen Jinye: ...Does she have some misunderstanding about being kind-hearted?
Cold-hearted and indifferent, it seems there's nothing in this world that catches his eye.
Perhaps bringing her to the hospital was just to avoid her harassment, or it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Wen Jin also didn't want to have anything to do with Fu Yanjing anymore.
Thinking this way, she asked for the payment details, which totaled 783 yuan.
Once this amount is paid back, they will be even.
It's all over now.
Wen Jin also opened WeChat and entered Fu Yanjing's mobile phone number in the "Add Friends" section.
He didn't change his profile picture or nickname, and Wen Jin also clicked "send friend request".
*
Henderson Tower.
The gift that Xu Xiangbai had been mysteriously building up for so long turned out to be a canary.
When it was delivered to Fu Yanjing's office, they were still very reluctant to part with it, cherishing it dearly. "Look how clean and fresh its feathers are, listen to how melodious and sweet its song is!"
"When I told my husband I was giving him this bird, he almost broke my legs."
Fu Yanjing didn't even look up, only finding the thing noisy. "Then hurry up and send it back. I don't want to become friends with you even if we're both crippled."
The moment he finished speaking, his cell phone on the desk buzzed.
As soon as Fu Yanjing opened the app, Xu Xiangbai, with his sharp eyes, leaned over and exclaimed, "Oh my, a friend request!"
It's still from Wen Jinye.
"How did reporter Wen get your private number? Is she trying to pick you up?"
Fu Yanjing thought to herself, "It's not like she's never tried it before."
After she got what she wanted, he was still not satisfied.
Xu Xiangbai, ever the gossip, noticed something on Fu Yanjing's screen: in the friend request section, there was something about money.
He tried to peek at Fu Yanjing by pressing down on his arm, but Fu Yanjing dodged.
While the person's eyes, glued to their phone, were pulled away, Fu Yanjing's fingertips unintentionally brushed against the screen in rejection.
Xu Xiangbai clicked his tongue, knowing that Fu Yanjing never cared much about such things, so he didn't look guilty and said casually, "I'm sorry."
really.
Fu Yanjing simply turned off his phone screen.
"It's not that important."
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