Chapter 23: Rabies Vaccine
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rabies Vaccine
Wen Jin stubbornly raised her head.
Her face was flushed with an unnatural red, and her shimmering eyes, though intoxicated, shone with an astonishing brightness.
She just kept staring at Fu Yanjing, neither looking away nor avoiding him.
Fu Yanjing was unusually patient, calmly surveying Wen Jin's face, which was flushed an abnormally.
After a while.
Wen Jinye parted her crimson lips slightly, "Pah!"
"You capitalist dog!"
"If you bully me again, I'll... um—"
Her mouth was covered in time.
Meng Qinghe pulled the person into his arms and comforted him gently, "Jinye, you're drunk."
He looked up and gave Fu Yanjing an apologetic smile, "Please forgive me, Mr. Fu."
Fu Yanjing narrowed his eyes, his disdainful gaze tinged with contempt. "What right do you have to make me take the blame for her?"
Not only did he refuse to take responsibility, he also wanted to pursue the matter to the end.
Their gazes met calmly, but undercurrents surged around them.
His narrow eyes, as he furrowed his brow, exuded an aura of danger.
Fu Yanjing ripped open the collar of his shirt, revealing a red stain that hadn't been cleaned. "Wen Jin will be sober by tomorrow. Have her transfer the money to me."
He paused, then added coldly:
Rabies vaccine.
*
The first rays of morning sunlight shone through the slightly open curtains, sending golden dust flying in the direction of the light, while the cicadas chirped crisply outside the window.
Wen Jin's eyelids drooped, and Qiu Qiu kept licking her palm.
She slowly opened her eyes; the consequence of a hangover was a headache.
Wen Jin struggled to sit up, her mind blank for a few seconds. Fragmented and blurry memories of last night surfaced in her mind. The last image in her mind was of herself forcing herself to stay conscious, squatting on the ground looking for a hotel.
That's all.
Blacking out is definitely not a good habit.
However, she vaguely remembered seeing Meng Qinghe last night, so it was probably Meng Qinghe who took her home.
Wen Jin picked up Qiu Qiu and turned over to get her phone from the bedside table.
It charged overnight, but it's still off.
Wen Jin also turned on her phone, and a series of missed calls from last night popped up, all from Tang Man.
WeChat messages also arrived in quick succession.
Meng Qinghe's message was at the top: "Today, there's porridge in the kitchen after you wake up. I've put it on keep it warm. Drinking some in the morning will make your stomach feel better."
A belated feeling of hunger washed over her, and Wen Jin, feeling somewhat embarrassed, typed back:
Thank you for bringing me home last night. I'm sorry to have troubled you again.
Meng Qinghe replied quickly, "There's no trouble between us."
Wen Jin also thought about her unreliable drinking experience and felt a sense of despair. She carefully searched her memory again and asked uncertainly:
Did I do anything bad to you last night?
For example, vomiting on Meng Qinghe's car.
For example, she was so aggrieved that she grabbed Meng Qinghe by the collar and cried and cursed to express her feelings.
For example, mistaking Meng Qinghe for someone else could bring Meng Qinghe undeserved misfortune.
Wen Jin felt increasingly ashamed and embarrassed as she thought about it.
The phone screen displayed Meng Qinghe's message: "Showing..."
After a while.
Wen Jin also received a negative answer.
【No. 】
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the next message from Meng Qinghe left Wen Jin feeling like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.
But he did something bad to your ex, Mr. Fu.
Wen Jin unconsciously touched his upper and lower lips with his fingertips, and the warmth from his collarbone seemed to linger on him again.
When she bit him, Wen Jin wasn't so drunk that she was completely out of control; she was conscious, but her limbs were simply not under her control.
Did she do something else besides that?
Meng Qinghe didn't give Wen Jin too much time to overthink things.
He relayed to Wen Jinye everything, including Wen Jinye's failed attempt to curse last night, his timely intervention, and Fu Yanjing's exact words.
Wen Jin also fell silent.
Meng Qinghe comforted her: "After all, you two had a three-year relationship. Mr. Fu shouldn't hold it against you. Don't take it to heart."
Wen Jin did not reply.
She was somewhat unsure whether Fu Yanjing would hold a grudge against her and seek revenge.
After all, they have no relationship now, and those three years of friendship are barely worth mentioning in Fu Yanjing's eyes.
He appears carefree and unpredictable, but most people around him speak to him with utmost care and respect.
How could we tolerate someone who is so respected and revered by everyone being so presumptuous?
She patted her still somewhat dizzy forehead in frustration; drinking had led to her making mistakes.
*
Yesterday, Tang Man called Wen Jin four or five times and sent him more than a dozen WeChat voice messages.
Wen Jin didn't even need to turn on the music to know what Tang Man was saying.
Before coming to see Zhou Jichen, Wen Jin had transferred most of her savings, more than 100,000 yuan, into Tang Man's account.
She didn't intend to take credit, but she never expected that after surviving a near-death experience, the first thing Tang Man did upon opening her eyes was to check her bank account balance.
When Wen Jin opened the ward door, Tang Man was sitting by the window basking in the sun, her face turned melancholy, muttering to herself, "Alas... I'm afraid I'll never see this beautiful spring scenery again."
Wen Jin also reminded everyone, "It's summer."
Tang Man turned around upon hearing the familiar voice, her expression instantly turning serious. "Giving me this money is no different from throwing it down the drain."
"I'm investing," Wen Jin said with a smile, trying to reassure her. "Ms. Tang, hurry up and get better. With your abilities, you'll earn much more in the future. I'm counting on you to double my principal."
Although that's what she said, Tang Man knew very well that her chances of getting better were almost zero.
Wen Jin sat down next to Tang Man. She had lost a lot of weight, but she could still feel the warmth of Tang Man's hand. It was so nice.
"Trust me, things will definitely get better."
Although she hadn't received a reply to the message she sent to Zhou Jichen, at least she had made contact with him, which gave her hope.
Wen Jin will not give up trying.
Tang Man had no intention of undermining Wen Jinye's confidence, nor did she want their meetings to always revolve around such a heavy topic as life and death.
She proactively changed the subject, "By the way, did you see the list I sent you? Who are you planning to interview first?"
Wen Jin thought for a moment, "Let's go with Song Chunju."
"Although the others are prominent business figures, they have not been active in the media for many years. Only Song Chunju was last interviewed in March of last year, so he will probably be easier to persuade."
"Moreover, Song Group's new entertainment and social software has just been launched, which is also a good gimmick for the planning and development of the new sector."
Tang Man wholeheartedly agreed with Wen Jinye's idea, "Great minds think alike!"
"However, Song Chunju is very arrogant and pretentious. If you try to arrange an interview through the usual channels, you'll be turned away so often that you won't have to eat for months."
Her eyes lit up. "We need to find another way."
Wen Jin also asked, "What kind of shortcut?"
Tang Man said leisurely, "Song Chunju has two sons. The elder son has become a business elite and is preparing to take over the business. The younger son is a playboy who has been deliberately spoiled. Song Chunju grants him almost every request."
"Start with this person."
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