Chapter 291: I only borrowed the necklace to admire it.
Chapter 291: I only borrowed the necklace to admire it.
When he met the man's deep, unfathomable eyes, Tan Guohao felt a chill run down his spine for no reason, and then changed his words:
"Are you that Hong Kong entertainment circle tycoon? Did Wen Jin also send you to kidnap me? I'm her uncle, we're family!"
Fu Yanjing took off his silver-rimmed glasses, casually playing with them between his fingers, and tapped the leather armrest of the sofa.
Her demeanor was one of nonchalant arrogance, but her voice was as cold as frost: "Family? You dare to say you're family?"
Tan Guohao's heart sank.
He thought to himself that Wen Jin was indeed a plaything in Fu Yanjing's hands.
That's why Fu Yanjing doesn't take him seriously at all.
His heart pounded, especially when he turned his head and looked at the tall, burly bodyguards standing beside him, each of whom looked like they could send him to his death with a single punch. He felt completely deflated.
Tan Guohao swallowed hard. "Why did you kidnap me here?"
"Who kidnapped you?" Fu Yanjing asked casually, but the powerful and imposing aura emanating from him was quite intimidating. "They invited you here as a guest."
Tan Guohao: ?
What kind of way is this to treat someone to a meal?
Anyway, we don't treat people to meals like that in Jiangbei.
He chuckled awkwardly, "Why don't you let me go first?"
Fu Yanjing was a man of few words, simply using the word "things".
"What...what is that?"
"I don't like repetition."
As soon as he finished speaking, the well-trained bodyguard stepped forward and grabbed Tan Guohao, groping him all over.
A short while later, a chain was found in the inside pocket of his jacket.
The bodyguard took out a handkerchief to wipe it before handing it to Vice Fu Yanjing.
Tan Guohao was now truly panicked.
After all, this was his only bargaining chip that could threaten Wen Jinye.
Without this, that brat Wen Jin would never have given him money!
"No—Mr. Fu, you can't do this! This is my stuff. If you want it, the price is negotiable."
"But if you try to take it, that's robbery!"
"You have everything, you can't use your power to oppress a nobody like me!"
Fu Yanjing fiddled with the necklace that didn't seem to have anything special about it.
"You're overthinking it. Something this valuable should naturally be returned to its rightful owner."
After saying that, he took out his phone and took detailed photos of the necklace from every angle.
It was sent to Wen Jinye.
"I just borrowed it to admire it, and now I've finished admiring it."
This is even more despairing than not returning it to him at all.
Now that all the details have been examined, is this necklace still important?
But Fu Yanjing casually added, "Keep it and treasure it."
To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.
"You can see the guests out now."
So, Tan Guohao was thrown out like a pig being carried out for the New Year.
*
Wen Jin also tried calling Tan Guohao but couldn't get through.
When they arrived at the TV station, they didn't see Tam Kwok-ho anywhere.
Wen Jin was also confused, but going to work was the priority, and his decision not to cause trouble at the TV station was also beneficial to him.
Wen Jin also had an interview later, so she had to put this matter aside for now.
The interview took place at a farmers' market.
Some time ago, a vendor's improper use of scales was exposed by reporters, and relevant departments carried out some rectification.
Their purpose in going there was to interview market officials and buyers.
But Wen Jin didn't expect that instead of waiting for Tan Guohao downstairs at the TV station, she would meet Zhao Qin at the interview location.
The photographer was setting up the equipment in the car when Wen Jin came in early to prepare for the interview.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qin suddenly blocked his way.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, and she was dressed simply and in tattered clothes, giving off a deliberately contrived sense of misery and helplessness.
But Wen Jin's heart still skipped a beat.
She took a step back, her eyes cold and wary. "What are you doing here?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Qin stepped forward and grabbed her arm without regard for anything else.
She was very strong, and Wen Jin couldn't break free at all.
Her fingers gripped Wen Jinye's slender wrist tightly, her nails digging into Wen Jinye's delicate skin.
But Zhao Qin's expression was hesitant and stammering. "Today, please give me some money to save your cousin. When your cousin was young, he didn't know any better and had some conflicts with you, but you grew up under the same roof. How could he not love you, his younger sister? He was so good to you back then. You can't just abandon him."
Wen Jin also felt as if her breath was being choked.
Through Zhao Qin's cloudy, gloomy eyes and her light, airy words, Wen Jin couldn't help but recall the figure of her lingering outside the bathroom every time she took a shower.
Even in the sweltering summer, she would wear pajamas that covered her from her neck to her ankles, and after the water stopped, she would wait in the bathroom for a long time before daring to go out.
But Tan Donglin jumped out from the corner like a ghost, "You still dare to come out? I almost thought you fell down and I had to go save you."
Wen Jin also walked forward with her head down.
Tan Donglin hugged her waist from behind, and the smell of smoke and an unknown stench emanating from him made Wen Jin feel nauseous.
He arrogantly buried his face in the back of Wen Jinye's neck and sucked deeply.
"Little sister, you smell so good! What kind of shower gel do you use? Can I have some?"
nausea.
That's disgusting.
If Zhao Qin hadn't been a housewife who doted on Tan Donglin so much, her care for him wouldn't have been so meticulous.
I'm afraid he...
The dark memories amplified the hatred and indifference in Wen Jin's eyes. She looked at Zhao Qin, who shamelessly begged, and smiled contemptuously.
"Save him? He'd be better off dead."
Wen Jin also wanted to break free from Zhao Qin.
She had been holding herself very tightly just now, but now she suddenly seemed to have lost all her strength.
Wen Jinye pulled his hand back instantly, while Zhao Qin fell heavily to the ground.
Wen Jin didn't want to waste time with her, so she turned to leave.
But Zhao Qin suddenly grabbed Wen Jinye's leg and burst into tears.
"Oh dear... Qingtang, Jianye, can your spirits in heaven see this? Ever since you two passed away, I've treated my niece like my own daughter, raising her with all my heart and soul, and this is how she treats me..."
"What right do you have to call my parents by their names?"
Zhao Qin shut her ears and shamelessly burst into tears.
"My life is so bitter... I've worked so hard to raise someone else's orphan, and I haven't received a single thing in return... Your cousin treats you like his own sister, and now he's on the verge of death. I beg you, I'm begging you on my knees, please?"
As she spoke, Zhao Qin knelt down in front of Wen Jinye, but her hands still tightly hugged Wen Jinye's legs, preventing her from moving.
“I raised you all these years, and I’ve done my part, even if I haven’t done anything special. Your aunt doesn’t ask for wealth and status with you, but now that you’re doing so well, could you please save your brother’s life? Don’t curse him to die, I’ll kowtow to you.”
Her loud crying and incoherent mutterings, combined with the high volume of people at the market, quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.
Most of them are elderly men and women.
These types of people are most easily empathized with, their emotions are easily swayed by a few words from others, and they also like to preach.
One was a sophisticated woman with impeccable attire and outstanding demeanor, while the other was a simple woman crying helplessly. Combined with the implications of Zhao Qin's words, the scales of justice immediately tipped in Zhao Qin's favor.
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