Chapter 217: Just Consider It Pheromones Attraction
Chapter 217: Just Consider It Pheromones Attraction
Fine dust particles swirled in the outlines of light and shadow.
The rustling sound around me was indistinguishable from the wind or the swaying of branches and leaves.
Fu Yanjing's voice reached Wen Jinye's ears so clearly.
At that moment, Wen Jin didn't think at all; she only had a straightforward urge to rush into his arms.
Perhaps this is incorrect.
They are separated by a chasm of social status, vastly different personalities, and the wounds that have created a barrier between them.
A broken mirror can never be mended.
She respected Fu Yanjing's noble character, but she couldn't stay with someone so high and mighty.
They were meant to be two parallel lines.
However, because of her impulsive courage, their paths unexpectedly crossed for three years.
Nothing should be done.
But unfortunately—
Fu Yanjing walked towards her.
In that instant, all rational voices suddenly disappeared.
Wen Jin suddenly ran towards Fu Yanjing's direction.
The halo of the car headlights magnified in my eyes as tears welled up, and Fu Yanjing's figure was right in front of me.
He bent down and caught Wen Jinye's haphazardly running figure.
Wen Jinye's face was pressed against Fu Yanjing's chest, and his hands were wrapped around Fu Yanjing's slender waist.
He bent his neck like that, resting his chin on Wen Jinye's thin shoulder, so she didn't need to stand on tiptoe at all.
Soft sobs spread through the night.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a butterfly that had just landed on his shoulder.
Fu Yanjing dared not exert any force, nor did he dare to make a sound.
Silently accept all her emotions.
Her choked voice, like that of a bewildered child, repeated itself indistinctly over and over:
"What should I do? What should I do?"
How can I calmly accept the departure of yet another person I care about?
It's not about leaving her, it's about leaving this world.
There's nothing she can do.
Fu Yanjing gently stroked Wen Jinye's trembling back.
In her short 26 years of life, she experienced too many separations and deaths.
At this point, too many words of comfort would be futile.
Fu Yanjing could only kiss the top of her soft hair. "I'm here. Wen Jinye, I will live a little longer, I will always be here."
His presence here was thanks to Zhou Jichen overhearing Wen Jinye's phone call to Meng Qinghe.
As if venting her emotions, Wen Jin nestled in Fu Yanjing's arms and cried for a long time.
Until the wind died down.
Wen Jinye's crying gradually subsided.
Fu Yanjing then gently patted her shoulder and coaxed her softly, "Go back to the car first, it's cold outside."
Wen Jin then woke up from his dream.
But she had cried so hard just now that her senses were numb, and she couldn't help but sob.
She abruptly pulled away from Fu Yanjing's embrace, her head bowed.
Under the car headlights, his bright red nose and dark circles under his eyes were still visible.
"I'm sorry... I—"
Her voice was hoarse, and she had regained some of her composure.
But her wrist was grabbed by the man without her saying a word.
Fu Yanjing found the warmth he had lost in his arms in the palm of his hand.
With an air of unquestionable authority, she said, "You just wiped your tears on my trench coat and now you're pretending you don't know me? You're so quick to betray me after I've served your purpose."
He also brought Wen Jin into the car.
A warm breeze was blowing, and as soon as you sat down, you were enveloped in a cozy warmth.
Wen Jin also tried her best to compose herself, her wet eyes still holding a hint of doubt. Now she could finally seek answers from the person involved:
"Didn't I get a new phone? What are you doing here?"
Fu Yanjing was so angry he laughed.
So all those previous times he risked his life to save the damsel in distress, appearing at just the right moment, were treated as stalking perverts by her?
Is he constantly monitoring her location?
However, the tone of the inquiry did not carry much of a questioning or defensive intent.
Fu Yanjing's tone was light and languid, "Wen Jinye, do you know about the attraction of pheromones?"
Wen Jin's eyes showed even more confusion, and the moisture in her eyes had not yet subsided. At this moment, she looked fragile and innocent.
Fu Yanjing slowly said, "Two people with high pheromone compatibility are unconsciously attracted to each other."
He was very serious, and his voice was so gentle that it was hard to tell if he was telling the truth.
"In other words, wherever you are, that's where I'm drawn to."
Otherwise, why did it have to be that foggy day?
A trusted confidant betrayed him, and the driver was nowhere to be found.
In the quiet of the night, at that crossroads, fate brought them together once again.
He failed to seize the first opportunity that fate had given him, on the same campus.
But fate gave him a second chance.
His ability to spout nonsense with a straight face is simply divine.
Wen Jin was still sobbing from her loud crying, and she tried her best to keep her voice steady.
He muttered a complaint in a low voice, "Nonsense."
But as she turned her head, Fu Yanjing handed her a bouquet of yellow roses.
Wen Jin said last time that we shouldn't send any more.
So he gave a perfunctory excuse.
"Since Sister Yun's flower shop is experiencing slow sales, I'll just take advantage of the situation."
But every flower was in good condition, with fragrant petals, and did not look like an unsold product at all.
And this place is so far away from both Henderson Land Development and the small building.
It wasn't on the way at all.
The lingering feelings of depression are showing signs of resurfacing.
Wen Jin also wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.
But then she remembered what Tang Man had said:
I am destined to wither away.
Tears welled up and fell into the yellow rose petals.
A few crystal clear beads.
"Why are you crying again?"
His nonchalant demeanor vanished instantly, and he cupped Wen Jinye's cheeks in his warm hands.
She looked straight at him with her tearful eyes.
Wen Jin also feigned stubbornness, avoiding eye contact, habitually suppressing her emotions, and muffledly argued:
"I'm watering the flowers."
But his kiss came without warning, gently landing on her tear-streaked eyelashes.
He gently touched Wen Jinye's cheeks with his fingertips.
With a hint of coaxing: "If you're sad, you should cry it out. Why hold it in?"
She is indeed very good at enduring.
Therefore, the loss of control outside the car just now left Wen Jin feeling particularly lost.
I don't want to continue.
Because after her parents passed away, for a long time, no one could support her.
No one cared about her tears.
Zhao Qin's insults still echo in my ears:
"Cry, cry, cry! I'm not dead yet! Go cry to your parents! Are you crying here to curse me? I'll beat you to death if you cry again."
"Maybe it's because you're too spoiled and cry too much that you cursed your parents to death. Don't you like to cry? God will let you cry your fill this time."
"What good does crying do? I haven't cried even though I'm carrying this burden of yours."
For a long time, Wen Jin regarded tears as something unlucky.
She dared not cry.
Fu Yanjing's voice was guiding: "Where's the little pearl? Why isn't it falling out anymore?"
Wen Jin's sadness subsided somewhat, and she said in a nonchalant tone, "Crying won't change anything; the sadness will still linger."
"But you'll feel better."
"The ultimate solution to everything doesn't necessarily have to be a perfect one; your feelings are just as important."
For the first time, Wen Jin also saw the unfathomable emotions in his eyes.
It's completely undisguised—
I feel sorry for you.
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