Chapter 206: Which Way Does the Elbow Turn?
Chapter 206: Which Way Does the Elbow Turn?
"Now, if you don't want to go with him, you can refuse."
Then Meng Qinghe's voice broke in, "I'll take you back."
The air seemed to freeze slightly after Meng Qinghe's words.
Wen Jin also subconsciously looked up to observe Fu Yanjing's expression.
His calm and composed expression revealed not a trace of anger or dissatisfaction.
Meng Qinghe's tense figure appeared excessively strained.
However, Wen Jin could still sense that the two men were not compatible because of her.
She just wanted to end it all as soon as possible.
Wen Jin was just about to speak.
But her hand was grasped by Fu Yanjing's broad and warm palm.
He remained nonchalant, speaking casually, "Come with me. I'm going home anyway. Why waste human resources?"
Meng Qinghe's expression was inscrutable. "Sending him here is something I do willingly."
Fu Yanjing gave a nonchalant smile, "That would be redundant."
In the midst of a calm and peaceful atmosphere, an invisible standoff began to spread.
Fu Yanjing's willingness to wait for her until now clearly indicates that he intends to take her away.
If she really gets into Meng Qinghe's car tonight, Fu Yanjing doesn't know what kind of trouble he'll cause.
Wen Jin only felt a headache, but overlooked—
Why should I care about Fu Yanjing's antics?
That invisible, taut string finally snapped and disappeared because of the woman's gentle words.
"I'll go back with him."
Wen Jin also looked at Meng Qinghe, "We're going the same way, so it saves you the trouble of going back and forth. You should go up soon."
Meng Qinghe was somewhat unwilling, "But now... I—"
Don't worry about me.
"Is this a choice you made on a whim? Now."
Meng Qinghe remained motionless, and Wen Jin saw a stubborn, inquisitive look on his face for the first time. "Do you want to go with him, or do you have something you can't say? After all, he might force you to do something against your will."
The wind rustled through the branches and leaves.
A fallen leaf drifted down, fluttering between Wen Jinye and Meng Qinghe.
Finally, they fell to the ground at my feet.
Wen Jin was suddenly stumped by the question.
My mind went completely blank.
"I……"
In his bewildered hesitation, the warm palm holding her hand tightened its grip once more.
With tender care, his fingertips traced the delicate skin on the back of Wen Jinye's hand.
Wen Jin could almost feel the rough texture on his skin.
Then, he took Wen Jinye's hand and held it up in front of Meng Qinghe.
His dismissive tone was like that of a child showing off a beloved toy: "Stop trying to sow discord here. Which eye of yours saw me forcing someone to do something against their will?"
"Didn't you see she didn't want to let go of my hand?"
Wen Jinye: ...
This reminded her.
She showed no respect for Fu Yanjing and struggled.
But Fu Yanjing ignored him, patting her wrist with his other hand as if soothing a ruffled kitten:
"Sweetie, we're in front of outsiders. You can make a fuss with me when we get home."
His deep voice couldn't hide his pride and joy.
Wen Jin was also embarrassed by his behavior of treating a slap as a caress.
But he also told Meng Qinghe the truth:
"He certainly didn't force me."
Meng Qinghe knew quite a bit about her relationship with Fu Yanjing.
Wen Jin knew Meng Qinghe's concerns. She smiled at Meng Qinghe and said gently, "I just thought that this way you wouldn't have to make another trip."
Meng Qinghe lowered his head and smiled, effectively concealing the disappointment and bitterness in his expression.
I don't want to bother him.
However, they could accept Fu Yanjing's antics.
Behind what seemed like a considerate remark, the true nature of the relationship was subtly revealed.
He thought...
The story of Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing should have ended in Hong Kong.
He is a trusted friend of Wen Jinye, and a doctor with whom she can confide her innermost thoughts.
But it wasn't her...
The person you subconsciously want to get closer to.
Meng Qinghe withdrew once again.
"Okay, then please be careful on your way."
*
Even after Wen Jin and Fu Yanjing got into the car, Meng Qinghe remained standing in the wind, motionless.
Fu Yanjing got into the car but didn't start the engine immediately.
Wen Jin was also holding Qiu Qiu, stroking her affectionately.
Suddenly, my arms felt empty.
Qiuqiu was picked up by Fu Yanjing. In Fu Yanjing's hands, its petite body looked like a small figurine.
The little figurines are not well-behaved.
Separated from her mother, the daughter wriggled like a little eel, trying to escape from Fu Yanjing's light but firm restraints.
Fu Yanjing pinched the puppy's neck with his slender fingers and reasoned with it in a very domineering manner: "Behave yourself, play by yourself for a while, I have something to say to your mother."
Thinking of this little dog that was kissing and acting cute towards its love rival, Fu Yanjing's expression turned somber.
It had never been so enthusiastic about itself.
"You heartless little thing."
He put Chiu Chiu on the back seat.
Wen Jin was also protective of her daughter, and she was immediately displeased upon hearing this.
"You have something to say to me, why did you attack a puppy? How could it be so heartless?"
Fu Yanjing glanced at Wen Jinye and said, "It's siding with outsiders."
Completely unaware that, in the bond he had with Qiuqiu, he was different from Meng Qinghe.
He is the outsider.
Wen Jin never imagined that Fu Yanjing was so deep and petty; she thought he was inexplicably jealous of her.
The custody of the kitten is still undecided.
The copyright of Qiuqiu has absolutely nothing to do with Fu Yanjing.
Her clear, cold pupils widened slightly. "Which way do you want it to turn?"
Fu Yanjing, who had been sitting sideways, suddenly relaxed, his shoulders naturally spreading out, and pointed to his left chest:
"You should turn this way."
His tone was so matter-of-fact: "You used to like leaning against me, so it's normal for a daughter to take after her mother."
Where did this fallacy come from?
Fu Yanjing, however, thought of sweet memories from the past.
He continued gently, "Remember? You loved to put your ear here and count my heartbeats. You always complained that it wasn't fair, that your heartbeat was always faster than mine and you were disqualified, until—"
His pauses were perfectly timed.
Carrying certain unspeakable memories.
In an instant, things became ambiguous.
Wen Jinye's face instantly flushed crimson, like the brilliant red sunset in autumn, burning across half the sky.
If we continue discussing this topic, it will become somewhat inappropriate for children.
He doesn't dwell on so many small things, but he remembers this kind of thing clearly.
Wen Jin also wanted to shut Fu Yanjing up.
But even with a slight raise of his eyebrows, he could still exude a calm and relaxed demeanor, even when he was smug and triumphant.
Wen Jin appeared completely disoriented, like a greenhorn.
She was at her wit's end. Frustrated, she swung her arm at Fu Yanjing, yelling, "Shut up!"
But the man grabbed her wrist tightly.
With a little effort, Wen Jin couldn't help but lean into his arms.
Her slender arms were pressed tightly against his burning chest.
That steady, powerful heartbeat seemed to resonate with Wen Jinye's pulse.
He has excellent comprehension: "See, you're still siding with me."
Wen Jinye: ...
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