Chapter 155: You also think I'm not good enough for you.
Chapter 155: You also think I'm not good enough
Wen Jinye's sobs were completely swallowed by the man's lips and teeth.
His breath, landing on Wen Jinye's lips, was dangerous and scorching; the crimson at the corners of his eyes resembled that of a ferocious beast suppressing its wildness.
Wen Jin was almost breathless from Fu Yanjing's kisses, and tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.
Her long dress was wrinkled and loose, her hair was messy, and her lipstick was ruined.
He looked somewhat disheveled and embarrassed.
Fu Yanjing was not much more elegant than Wen Jinye.
His black suit trousers were covered in dust, and his legs, hidden beneath the fabric, were likely bruised and battered.
When she lifted Wen Jin up, the slaps she landed on Fu Yanjing's back and the kicks she gave him in his high heels to his knees were both delivered with full force.
Fu Yanjing readily accepted all the insults hurled at him, including "bastard," "son of a bitch," "kidnapper," and "beast."
She can scold him, resent him, hate him—anything is better than them not bothering each other.
Perhaps it was his sudden enlightenment and the joy of regaining what he had lost that made these harmless insults, when they reached Fu Yanjing's ears, more captivating than any flirtation.
It's wonderful that she's alive and well right before his eyes.
Even though she looked grief-stricken and struggling.
Fu Yanjing only stopped the passionate kiss when the phone that had fallen to the ground stopped ringing.
Wen Jinye was trapped in front of the cold floor-to-ceiling window by him. Her hands were pinned above her head by Fu Yanjing. Taking advantage of his height and strength, he used only one slightly bent long leg to block all of Wen Jinye's foot movements.
She couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
The man's breath was slightly labored, his voice low and husky, yet still as domineering and forceful as ever.
"Wen Jinye, break up with him and choose me."
Wen Jin looked at his obsessive, red eyes through her misty gaze, her chest heaving violently.
There was resistance, there was grief and indignation.
"madman."
The fleeting fear in her stubborn and defiant eyes still stung Fu Yanjing's eyes.
He chuckled softly, without denying it.
"They've gone mad."
Her violent struggle left deep and shallow red marks on her fair and slender wrist under the restraint of Fu Yanjing's palm.
Fu Yanjing loosened his grip slightly.
Wen Jinye struggled to free her hand.
Then, without hesitation, a slap landed on his left cheek.
The crisp sound made Fu Yanjing's mind go blank for a few seconds, and a faint taste of blood spread and diffused inside his lips.
He licked his lips, like a madman trapped in a calm state of mind, "Feeling better now?"
He was too calm.
The man was so calm that he grabbed Wen Jinye's hand and placed it on his other cheek. "Want to do this one too?"
Wen Jin's fingertips were trembling. "Fu Yanjing, is it fun to play with me? You were the one who didn't care before, but now that you've imprisoned me in your palm, what does that mean?"
Fu Yanjing's disappointment was well concealed by his dark eyes. "Forced love is also love."
"Wen Jinye, I regret it."
A surge of pent-up emotions welled up in Wen Jinye's heart, as if clamoring for injustice, or as if demanding justice for her past wishful thinking and reckless abandon.
"On what grounds?"
Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed. "Wen Jinye, all I want is for you to come back to me."
"And then? You're going to marry me?"
Fu Yanjing detected a hint of mockery in her question.
"yes."
Whether it's about standing on equal footing or maintaining a balance of power with the family, it's all about this.
He was all prepared.
From the very beginning, he had no intention of marrying Sheng Pianran.
Perhaps he already had the answer back then.
But he was too proud.
Wen Jinye smiled sarcastically. She pulled her hand away from Fu Yanjing's face and traced her fingertips across Fu Yanjing's chin.
"Mr. Fu, you must have a bad memory. I remember I already refused you."
That brief skip in her heartbeat was perhaps because she had finally received a belated sense of care for Wen Jin, who was four years ago, or even seventeen years old.
Wen Jin lowered her eyes, "You promised me you would leave my world."
These words made Fu Yanjing's pupils shrink slightly.
His spine was tense, and his gaze toward Wen Jinye was intensely possessive.
"I already said I regret it."
He had considered leaving Wen Jinye's life and living separately from her.
But then she appeared in the port city again.
The facade of nonchalance and indifference that Fu Yanjing had so confidently constructed suddenly shattered.
He saw his truest inner self.
The commotion and shouting were all because they couldn't bear to part with her.
"Wen Jinye, I won't let go. Feelings can be cultivated even if they're gone. We've been together for three years, and some feelings can't be forgotten just like that."
She looked up at herself with an arrogant expression, like a hedgehog with its quills raised.
But tears fell from her eyes, leaving a damp trail on her cheek.
Fu Yanjing rubbed his fingertips against it; it felt slightly cool.
"BB, look at me gently, like you used to."
Wen Jin also pushed his hand away.
"It's too late for you to regret it now."
“We were entangled in this city for three years, Fu Yanjing. You saw it more clearly than anyone else, the passion in my eyes. In that relationship, you were always fearless, carefree and unrestrained.”
Give a slap and then a sweet date.
The Hong Kong tycoon, who is adept at navigating relationships, doesn't just display such an aloof attitude in matters of the heart.
He could make Wen Jin fall deeply in love one second, but the next second he would remind her with his detached indifference not to be presumptuous.
"You never looked at me properly, never treated me with respect as an equal. You didn't love me back then. I finally got over it, and now you're telling me you can't live without me and you want to marry me."
"Is this interesting, Fu Yanjing? Is it such a big deal that you like someone? Just because you turn around and express your feelings, I'm supposed to flock to you?"
“No…” Fu Yanjing’s throat felt dry. “I liked you back then.”
Wen Jin found it even more ridiculous and calmly looked into Fu Yanjing's eyes.
After tears welled up in her eyes, her vision cleared considerably. "You've never cared about me, Fu Yanjing. You admitted it yourself."
Fu Yanjing remained silent.
When Wen Jin learned of his insincere words, the panic that welled up in Fu Yanjing's chest made him forget to think calmly.
That's how Wen Jin found out.
“No.” He lowered his head, his voice hoarse. “Back then… I didn’t understand my own heart.”
Each sentence, a self-analysis of his inner self and a direct confrontation with his emotions, made Fu Yanjing feel as if he were descending a high staircase step by step.
He is getting closer and closer to Wen Jinye.
"I like you."
“I wasn’t indifferent during those three years, I just didn’t realize it before.”
But she desperately tried to back away.
"I didn't realize it..." Wen Jin repeated softly, feeling more and more like a joke.
She tried her best to keep her sorrowful expression calm.
"Fu Yanjing, you're not made of stone. Liking someone is like a typhoon passing through. When I stir up a storm in your heart, can't you feel it?"
The feigned nonchalance concealed a tremor, yet the voice held unwavering certainty: "I guess you felt it then, but you just didn't want to admit it."
One sentence struck right into Fu Yanjing's heart.
With each contraction of the heart, the soreness intensifies.
But he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal, nor could he refute it.
Her gentle and indifferent voice was like a sharp blade, its foreplay before piercing his heart was tender.
"You find it surprising, ridiculous, or even infuriating that someone like me could cause you to lose control."
Wen Jin also turned her head to look at the night view outside the window, without looking into his eyes.
"How could someone as proud as you fall for me?"
"Deep down, you also feel that I am not good enough for you."
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