Chapter 271: Haha, strong man
Chapter 271: Haha, strong man
The mist in Shen Jinzhao's eyes cleared up.
Seeing that the person in the corridor was no longer there, the image of a deeply affectionate innocent girl shattered instantly.
She pursed her lips, not waiting for the manager to send someone up.
She skipped and hopped as she walked out, mimicking Zhao Jinming's tone of voice.
"As for your thoughts, keep them all to yourself."
Shen Jinzhao is happy.
"Ha! Strong man."
"You really think I'm hopelessly in love with you?"
However, her graceful figure froze instantly when she reached the corner of the stairs.
Zhao Jinming had just hung up the phone when he buried the half-smoked cigarette in the fine marble.
He raised his eyes, his gaze dark and unreadable, leaving Shen Jinzhao nowhere to hide.
His voice was hoarse from the smoke.
"Miss, you seem a bit two-faced."
Shen Jinzhao looked numb, as if a living person had died.
"Love is slander. I... hated because of love."
Zhao Jinming scoffed, "Tell me, how exactly do you hate me? You've got some nerve."
"Can you just treat me like I'm barefoot and not afraid of those wearing shoes? This is the face of us petty, low-class people; if we can't get something, we slander it."
Zhao Jinming glanced at his spotless, expensive leather shoes.
Then she looked at Chen Jinzhao's bare feet.
Truly, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
Shen Jinzhao clasped his hands together and bowed, "Please forgive me, otherwise if you use this to make things difficult for me, I will think that you are interested in me and are playing hard to get."
Zhao Jinming, a seasoned womanizer, had never seen such tactics before.
He looked unnatural for a moment, which was rare for him.
"Be less narcissistic."
"It's hard not to overthink when I see you. I'm Meng Nu," Shen Jinzhao said, seizing the opportunity. "So I'll be going now. Please leave."
Therefore, the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee.
She turned around and ran in the opposite direction at the speed of an 800-meter sprint.
As he ran, he begged Zhao Jinming not to hold a grudge, hoping he would return to Hong Kong as soon as possible.
Zhao Jinming: ...
It came from a rabbit.
*
Perhaps it's true that sincerity brings results.
The next day, Zhao Jinming boarded a plane to leave Jiangbei.
The key project that the Zhao family was working on suddenly went wrong, requiring him to oversee the decision-making process and take personal charge.
It can be considered a blessing in disguise, as the marriage proposal can finally be put on hold.
When Shen Jinchao saw the message from Wen Jin, his anxiety that had lasted all night finally subsided.
The King of Hell has finally returned to his lair.
The continuous drop in temperature and overcast skies in Jiangbei have finally improved.
Today is a rare sunny day.
Wen Jin also took Fu Yanjing to the cemetery where her parents were buried.
The once lush and green cemetery turned a mix of green and yellow in early winter.
Despite daily cleaning by staff, the fallen leaves inevitably leave golden foliage on the tombstones during the snowy season, making the area appear somewhat desolate even under the warmest sunlight.
Wen Jin and Fu Yanjing placed the flowers on the tombstone.
The two people in the black and white photo are embracing and smiling; they both look their best.
Fu Yanjing bowed solemnly.
"Uncle and Aunt, you brought me to see you today too."
Wen Jin didn't want this moment to be heavy, even though every time she came here, she would think of the beautiful memories of the past like a movie rewinding, and of her parents' life hanging in the balance in the intensive care unit.
She stood at the door, the hospital smelling strongly of disinfectant.
The doctor gently shook his head at the nurse beside him.
That shake of the head shattered Wen Jinye's sweet dreams of youth.
...
He glanced at Fu Yanjing and said, "Why did you say what I was supposed to say first?"
He chuckled, "Introducing yourself shows sincerity."
Wen Jin also grasped Fu Yanjing's hand, their fingers intertwined, swaying slightly.
Her voice trembled slightly, which Fu Yanjing noticed:
"Mom and Dad, I will be very happy in the future. Please bless me from heaven and let us love each other as much as you did."
Yes, it will.
Fu Yanjing looked at Wen Jinye with utmost reverence.
He suddenly knelt down in front of the tombstone.
Before gods and Buddhas, he knelt with an air of dignity, showing little sign of piety.
Now, kneeling before her parents' gravestones, she is utterly earnest.
"Uncle and Aunt, I, Fu Yanjing, swear to heaven and earth, and to your tombstones, that I will make Wen Jin happy, and I will never betray you. If I break this vow—"
“Take me away, and beat and scold me on the way to the underworld, and don’t let me enter the cycle of reincarnation.”
"you……"
Wen Jin's eyes widened in surprise.
"My parents don't like you that much. You should treat me well and not bother them."
Fu Yanjing smiled gently.
She rested her head against Wen Jinye's waist.
"Wen Jinye, I love you so much."
His tone was sincere:
"When will you have time and be willing to come to Hong Kong again? I'll take you back to the Fu Family Manor."
Wen Jin also thought of the time when Fu Yanjing was in a car accident, and Ms. Qin rushed from Gangcheng to Jiangbei. Wen Jin also overheard those words while hiding in the bathroom.
She was carefully considering her words, precisely because of how to begin.
Fu Yanjing noticed her hesitation.
A breeze was blowing.
Yellowed leaves fluttered down, like a gentle, refreshing rain falling on a private world for two.
A fallen leaf landed on her scarf.
Fu Yanjing got up, patted it off for her, and then gently gathered it up.
Are you worried that they don't like you?
Wen Jin nodded truthfully and said frankly, "Fu Yanjing, it's an undeniable fact that our social statuses are not equal. They've always wanted you to find a wife of equal social standing; perhaps this is an unspoken rule among wealthy families."
“I love you, and I want to stand by your side, but I can’t grovel and ignore the cold looks and humiliation from your family just to stand by your side. I’m afraid they won’t like me, and I don’t know how to face them.”
Fu Yanjing's voice was steady and soothing to Wen Jinye's anxiety.
"Wen Jinye, from the very beginning when I returned to Jiangbei to pursue you, I had already thought everything through. I never intended to make you feel illegitimate, nor did I ever intend for you to suffer the coldness of your closest relatives. Believe me, they will like you, and they look forward to your arrival."
Wen Jin did not doubt the truthfulness of Fu Yanjing's words.
"How about I take a long leave to visit him when the year-end is closer, after I've sorted out the work here?"
"I couldn't have gotten it."
Fu Yanjing gently stroked Wen Jinye's face with his warm fingertips.
"It is I who feel uneasy."
What are you uneasy about?
“My complicated family situation can sometimes cause you a lot of trouble. The indifference of family ties, the complicated interpersonal relationships, the constant pressure of being watched by the media... and so much more.”
He paused, "And, too many worldly views think that you and I are not a good match, so perhaps when people see you, they will think of me. You will be passively shrouded in my shadow and will lose your own halo and name. Your efforts may be glossed over with a casual 'Mrs. Fu'."
After all, the surname "Fu" itself represents enormous resources.
Wen Jin looked into Fu Yanjing's eyes, her heart pounding faster than ever.
She never imagined that one day that aloof and dignified man would actually lower his head and perceive the scenery of his own world.
And, putting myself in her shoes, I considered things to this extent.
Profound empathy is the greatest expression of love.
Just like those three years in Hong Kong, Fu Yanjing clearly had more physical attraction than emotional attraction towards her, but Wen Jin still didn't blame him.
No matter how painful it is, I don't blame him.
And now.
He didn't blame Wen Jin for overthinking and for labeling his family members as difficult to get along with.
Instead, I felt apologetic.
I'm afraid she'll lose herself under the spotlight of her own fame.
Wen Jin was deeply moved.
"No, Fu Yanjing. If my efforts are easily overshadowed by you, it only means that I am not good enough. I should become more outstanding, and when my own brilliance is sufficient, it will naturally not be dimmed by the dazzling beauty of others."
"Actually, you've always been helping me become a better version of myself."
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