Chapter 25: Queuing to France
Chapter Twenty-Five: Queuing to France
Even though she met with acquaintances, Wen Jin wasn't as at ease as she had imagined.
After all, she was completely unprepared for the fact that An Kang's roommate was the same person as the second young master of the Song Group.
Besides, her purpose in coming here was the same as Lin Zhiying's.
It was exactly what he called—
"I am also... a reporter who harassed you in order to interview your father."
Wen Jin also accepted it calmly.
He smiled enigmatically, “All the good things that are supposed to be done by upright gentlemen have fallen on my brother’s shoulders, but all the troublesome things have been thought of by me.”
Tang Man's so-called "heretical practices" are not at the forefront of the industry.
Song Jae-jin said, "Sister, this is the fifth media outlet to come to me."
Lin Zhiying behind him was grinding her back teeth so hard they were almost crushed.
She had prepared so earnestly for so long, but she never expected that Young Master Song would go for Wen Jin.
Why is she so persistent?
Seducing me at every turn!
Lin Zhiying was unwilling to give up, so she leaned closer again, "Young Master Song, please consider saying a good word about Mingjing to your father, for the sake of my cousin who has known you for so long."
"Say something nice?"
He glanced at Lin Zhiying with extreme indifference, "Since you've done a background check, you should know that someone like me never has a kind word to say."
Song Zaizhen's refusal was ruthless: "Neither you nor your cousin have this much influence with me."
When he looked at the boy in blue again, a hint of threat crept into his nonchalant expression. "Don't bother me."
The boy in blue immediately panicked and hurriedly tried to pull Lin Zhiying away.
Wen Jin also sensed that his patience was running out.
After all, anyone who's out having fun would be annoyed if they were constantly bothered by the media.
The problem is that their sense of smell wasn't sharp enough; they arrived a step too late and couldn't get there in time.
Wen Jin swallowed back the words she had been preparing for a long time and tactfully said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. Have fun."
Song Zaizhen looked down at her:
"Is my sister really willing to give up so easily?"
This question hits the nail on the head.
Actually, I was somewhat unwilling to accept it.
For journalists, striving for the best interview opportunities often involves being rejected, driven away, and subjected to ridicule—these are all common occurrences.
Wen Jin is also beautiful, but she is sometimes harassed.
But she rarely gives up voluntarily.
The current situation is somewhat special—
Wen Jin also half-jokingly said, "I can't exactly use An Kang's name to come to you and then walk through the door, can I?"
A mountain breeze was blowing, bringing a slight chill.
The wind ruffled Wen Jinye's hair.
He raised his hand and gently tucked the stray hairs that were clinging to her cheek behind his hand.
The boy's voice was deep and resonant, as if flowing from the moonlight, "Sister, what if your face is more useful than An Kang's?"
"What?" Wen Jin didn't hear clearly either.
"nothing."
He withdrew his hand. "Sister, I'll give you a chance to try. Do you want it?"
"want."
Hesitating for even a second longer is disrespectful to performance.
Actually, Wen Jin had already planned this on her way here before she knew that Song Zaizhen was the younger brother she knew.
Song Zaizhen likes racing, so she can just race against him.
Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have shoes; one step on the gas and it's just another step.
Wen Jin also asked seriously, "How do you want me to fight for it?"
"Don't be nervous, sister."
Song Zaizhen regained the energetic and youthful appearance that Wen Jinye had seen him before, "I just want you to come with me to the mountaintop to see the stars."
He looked up and said, "It's a beautiful day."
The cool moonlight shrouded the mountain in a veil, and countless stars twinkled in the distance.
It's truly a rare sight under the night sky of such a bustling city.
He drove Wen Jin to the top of the mountain.
Below, the city is ablaze with lights; above, the vast night sky stretches out.
This feeling of tranquility and peace can effectively wash away restlessness and depression.
Even Wen Jin felt much better after suppressing the feeling in her chest.
"Sister, are you disappointed to see me like this?"
Wen Jin was also puzzled, "Why would that be?"
Song Zaizhen lay down on the grass on the mountaintop, saying, "Because I am dissolute, arrogant, and conceited, I am a notorious playboy."
His self-assessment was exactly the same as what Tang Man told Wen Jinye.
However, in their previous encounters, Wen Jin had never seen such a shadow in Song Zaizhen.
Wen Jinye's voice was soft and gentle, sounding somewhat ethereal in the mountain breeze, which had a calming effect.
“I don’t think so.” She said earnestly and sincerely, “In my eyes, you are just like An Kang, a slightly arrogant and cocky young man, quite youthful.”
Song Zaizhen said, "Actually, there are some things that I only understood later. In order to avoid sibling rivalry and infighting, they gave me a lot of money and indulgence, which fostered my arrogance. But they poured most of their love and effort into my brother."
Wen Jin also spoke without any perfunctory tone, "Your life doesn't have to follow the path set by others. You are still young, and you have a long and wonderful future ahead of you."
She could genuinely sense the boy's disappointment.
Song Zaizhen stared blankly at Wen Jinye, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"Sister, I heard you went to university in Hong Kong. Is Hong Kong a good place?"
It's great. The port city gave her many wonderful memories and also brought her a lot of growth experiences.
What she remembers most vividly is that face that is both too familiar and too distant.
But for some reason, Wen Jin couldn't bring himself to say it.
She paused for a moment, then gave a fair answer: "A dazzling array of colors and opulent riches."
During those three years, she was with Fu Yanjing and came into contact with far too many circles she had never dared to imagine.
Money was spent like paper money; just because Wen Jin glanced at it a couple more times, he raised his hand and bought an entire cruise ship without even blinking.
She knew so clearly that they were not from the same world.
Yet, I always find myself yearning for it.
I want every moment to last forever.
That's why, in the port city, I couldn't weigh the importance of things and almost lost myself.
"So, sister, is anyone pursuing you?"
A gentle night breeze carried the cheerful chirping of insects hidden among the dense foliage.
Various colorful ambient lights illuminated the entire mountain.
Wen Jin also suddenly noticed that Song Zaizhen's eyes, reflecting the lamplight and moonlight, were surprisingly bright, shimmering with light.
He leaned very close, his eyelashes fluttering, as if an ambiguous feeling was brewing.
Wen Jin turned her face away, pretending to be clueless and joking, "I have so many men chasing after me, they could line up all the way to France."
"Oh? Is that so?"
He smiled nonchalantly, seemingly annoyed by Wen Jinye's reply, and lowered his head to fiddle with his phone.
Wen Jin also looked up at the stars.
The grass beneath my palm was soft and fragrant.
She enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.
There was no hardship of life, no nightmares, and no romantic love.
She is simply herself.
The lit-up phone screen was held up in front of Wen Jinye.
Song Zaizhen smiled brightly, his tone frank and direct, "Then I'll buy a ticket to France now."
He paused slightly, his gaze lingering on Wen Jinye's face, "In advance, in line."
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