Chapter 166: Because I've always liked it, I've kept it casually.
Chapter 166: Because I've always liked it, I've kept it casually.
An Yu said matter-of-factly, "Never mind, we're busy anyway."
An Yu hopped down to help Wen Jin tidy up, then busied herself with fixing things, saying, "This box must be flimsy. Go find a new box, and I'll clean up the things on the floor."
The box contained a variety of items.
Some small ornaments and various small appliances that Wen Jin also likes.
There are also some medicines that I haven't had time to categorize and put into the medicine box.
An Yu glanced at it a couple more times while tidying up.
I froze for a moment.
Just then, Wen Jin also came downstairs carrying a new box.
She stood up, held the medicine in her hand in front of Wen Jinye, and her eyes instantly reddened:
"Why are you taking medication again? This is new."
"I'm already planning to stop; I've only been taking it for a week."
"How are you feeling right now? What about your appetite? Are you sleeping well?" An Yu's eyes were almost overflowing with anxiety and worry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid you'd overthink it, and I didn't want you to worry," Wen Jin reassured her, resting her chin on An Yu's shoulder and gently taking the medicine from her hand. "I'm perfectly fine. I was just being cautious. See how I am now?"
Wen Jin's explanation was very sincere; he was practically swearing to God to prove that he was mentally healthy.
But this won't fool anyone.
An Yu still keenly noticed something was wrong. "Wen Jinye, what's wrong with you? Tell me, why did you go to Hong Kong and come back to take medicine again?"
Her tone suddenly became certain, "You're unhappy in Hong Kong, did you run into that idiot Fu Yanjing? What did he do to you?"
"No."
"That damned bastard!" An Yu was instantly enraged and rolled up her sleeves. "Next time I see him, I'll chop him into mincemeat."
"Alright, barring any unforeseen circumstances, you won't see him again. We'll never see each other again."
An Yu watched as Wen Jinye secretly loved Fu Yanjing for so many years and went to Hong Kong for him, all from the perspective of an observer.
And those three years, a mix of bittersweet memories.
When Wen Jinye first returned to Jiangbei, An Yu was reluctant to recall his condition.
Therefore, the matter of Fu Yanjing hurting Wen Jinye cannot be mentioned at all, otherwise she will lose control.
Wen Jin also took the things from An Yu and put them into the box. "Hurry up and pack them so we don't miss our meal."
*
Autumn in Jiangbei is much colder than in the port city.
This was Fu Yanjing's first impression.
Less than a month has passed, yet it feels like a lifetime has gone by.
He sat in the main seat, looking at the fawning faces of the people in the private room, unable to hide his nervousness.
After all, there was only a minor problem with Henderson Land's new project, and no one expected it to alarm this Hong Kong entertainment circle heir.
The manager in charge of the project was sweating profusely.
He raised his glass first and approached the aloof heir, whose aura was icy, and with a forced smile, explained in a kind and gentle voice the reasons for the problems that had arisen in the project, as well as the specific solutions and future prospects.
He went on and on.
The man in the main seat never interrupted him.
He grew increasingly uneasy and cautiously asked, "Mr. Fu, do you think this approach is acceptable?"
"Um."
His reaction was lukewarm.
That feeling of fatigue wasn't just from rushing around all night or from being in a bad mood.
Everyone was prepared to be held accountable.
But regarding the project, that person only gave one instruction: "Just follow along."
The manager paused for a moment as he held up the glass; it had all gone too smoothly, leaving him somewhat caught off guard.
So Mr. Fu took precious time to travel from the port city to Jiangbei, going to such great lengths, just to casually give such a sentence.
However, how could they possibly fathom what the heir was thinking?
In short, a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, and he felt like he had survived a disaster.
This time, the toast was raised with more enthusiasm and lightness. "Mr. Fu, I'd like to propose a toast to you."
Fu Yanjing did not refuse, but his face still showed no enthusiasm.
He casually picked up his wine glass.
Everyone else would just take a symbolic sip when toasting, but the man in the host's seat didn't even look at it and downed his drink in one gulp.
The empty glass was placed back on the table with a light touch. The manager looked bewildered and embarrassed, and before he could put down his glass, he picked it up again.
The others, showing great shrewdness, also drank it all in one gulp.
Fu Yanjing didn't seem to care at all how much they had drunk.
Drinking a glass of wine in one gulp is not to save face for anyone, nor is it for anyone to follow behind.
His indifferent demeanor didn't suggest he was there for work.
But since a distinguished person is sitting in the main seat, the atmosphere can't be dull.
The manager racked his brains, and everyone else chimed in.
No matter what was said, Fu Yanjing showed no interest, his eyelids drooping slightly, looking as if he hadn't slept well and was feeling very tired.
He listened to everyone's flattery in one ear and out the other, not a single word touching his indifferent thoughts.
Even now, Fu Yanjing still feels bewildered.
The problems with the Henderson Land project were more like a trigger, giving him an excuse to unleash all his suppressed impulses.
He naturally returned to the city.
Yet, I felt as if I were enveloped in a fog of confusion, unsure of what to touch and too afraid to touch it.
Fu Yanjing was in low spirits, and before long, his assistant's car was already parked outside the hotel.
Seeing that Fu Yanjing was about to leave, the manager eagerly got up to see him off, "Mr. Fu, are you leaving so early?"
However, the movement was too large, and it accidentally bumped into a glass on the table.
The liquor inside instantly spilled out, drenching the phone completely.
The phone itself may cost a lot of money, but the data inside cannot be lost.
The manager panicked instantly and hurriedly grabbed his phone to wipe his suit.
Take off the phone case while you're at it.
Fortunately, not much water got inside, and the phone was fine, but a small photo on the back of the phone case got stained with alcohol and became a bit wrinkled.
The manager looked even more nervous and quickly pulled out some paper to carefully wipe it.
A minister standing nearby joked, "Why is Manager Fang so anxious? Could it be that his wife will hold him accountable if the photos are ruined?"
"What do you know?"
Now is clearly not the time for jokes or further action against the phone.
The manager looked up and subconsciously searched for Fu Yanjing.
But to his surprise, he found that the big shot hadn't left. He paused and stood not far away from him, his gaze also fixed on the photo.
The coldness beneath his brows was softened by a look of bewilderment, and he stared blankly at the photo in the manager's hand.
The manager tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu? Do you know my wife? This is a picture of her in high school."
"You've kept this photo all this time?"
"Sigh—" Even in middle age, the manager still couldn't hide his shyness when talking about his wife. "My wife and I went from school uniforms to wedding dresses. I liked her since high school. Back then, the photos we took when we graduated from high school were printed out in a whole page and cut out more than a dozen photos. I changed them every two years. I always feel excited when I see her in high school."
"I've always kept it because I've always liked it."
The manager seemed lost in the past, and only after finishing his long and rambling speech did he belatedly realize, "Mr. Fu, did I say too much?"
He looked up and saw Mr. Fu standing there, stunned and bewildered. His cold, stern face held a look of bewilderment, as if he had just woken from a deep dream.
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