Chapter 38: My Sister Cares About Me
Chapter Thirty-Eight: My Sister is Concerned About Me
The grip on Lin Zhiying loosened, and Lin Zhiying fawned over He Jiayu, whispering, "Miss He, perhaps Wen Jin has already climbed into Mr. Fu's bed. Last time, she drove Mr. Fu's car, acting all high and mighty."
Lin Zhiying felt a surge of resentment whenever she thought about how Wen Jinye had been getting so many good interview opportunities lately, constantly overshadowing her.
She told He Jiayu about Wen Jin's troublesome cousin, and then embellished the story.
"Wen Jin is also eager for the whole world to know about her affair with Mr. Fu. Isn't this a slap in your face? She's not even worth a hair on your head."
"By the way, that car is the Porsche that Young Master Xu drove here today."
He Jiayu's face remained expressionless, but her fingernails dug into her palms.
After all, Fu Yanjing would never stoop to frequenting the world of pleasure. He may seem easygoing and approachable, but his noble air and aloofness keep people at a distance at all times.
But when he faced Wen Jinye, whether he was dismissive, indifferent, or even angry, his emotions were always so distinct.
He Jiayu had a woman's sixth sense and instinctive wariness towards Wen Jinye.
After learning that Wen Jin was the woman who had been with Fu Yanjing in Hong Kong for three years, she became even more confused.
Nevertheless, He Jiayu maintained her haughty pride, "What affair? Are you questioning whether my relationship with A-Jing can be easily interfered with? She's nothing but a clown."
Lin Zhiying was taken aback. "No... I wouldn't dare. That's not what I meant. It was Wen Jin who deliberately seduced me!"
"Miss He, you must not let Wen Jinye get away with this."
He Jiayu put her sunglasses back on, concealing the fierce light in her eyes. "I understand. Thank you for telling me all this."
*
Wen Jin ran in such a panic that she didn't stop until she was out of the hotel and behind the door, completely exhausted. Her frantic state caused her to nearly bump into the waiters several times, and even the front desk staff asked her with concern if she needed help.
She didn't need any help; she just wanted to vent and clear her mind. Her heart felt like a jumbled mess, and countless images from the past flashed through her mind.
Wen Jin sat on the curb, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, and she calmed down.
Fu Yanjing has always had the air of being arrogant and disdainful of everything; emotions are merely a fleeting moment in his life. He was born to be pampered and respected, so why would he give her any respect?
If Wen Jin hadn't attributed everything to love, if she really was just a gold digger who had caught Fu Yanjing's eye, then Fu Yanjing had indeed treated her well back then.
Instead of blaming him, you should blame yourself for overestimating your abilities back then.
Her bright face gradually calmed down, and the night breeze gently ruffled her long hair.
Wen Jin belatedly realized that she had been running wildly in high heels, and the delicate skin around her ankles had been chafed raw by the shoelaces, with a tingling pain spreading through her.
It was already late at night, and there was no one around. Even the distant car horns had gradually faded away.
In this quiet place, Wen Jin could also take off her high heels and throw them aside without any regard for her image, bend down, let her long hair fall naturally over her shoulders, and gently press her soft, boneless fingertips one after another.
Not far away.
The atmosphere in Maybach was stagnant as people passed through this area.
Song Zaicheng took off his glasses and rubbed his temples wearily. Sitting next to him was his younger brother, who was always carefree and unrestrained. He had gotten into a fight at school and ended up at the police station, so his parents had been called in.
Although there won't be any substantial punishment, it will still have a negative impact if word gets out.
Helpless, Song Zaicheng hurriedly left the charity gala, went to the police station to handle the matter, pay compensation, get bail, and bring the person back.
Looking at Song Zaizhen, whose face was slightly bruised, he sighed helplessly, "Can't you give me a break? If I hadn't gone to pick you up, I might have had a chance to talk to Yan Jing about the development rights for that Hanjiang Street area tonight. Do you know how much profit that would bring if we could invest?"
"Perhaps someone has already beaten them to it."
Song Zaizhen had never been involved in the family business since childhood, nor had he studied economics, so he had no concept of these things.
He just smiled indifferently, his tone somewhat disdainful, "Still calling him Yan Jing? Would someone like him consider you a true friend? If he were a real friend, would you need to bring this up?"
"Business matters should be handled separately."
Song Zaizhen said nonchalantly, "Back when the Song family was in crisis, Dad flew all the way to Hong Kong to ask the Fu family for help, but they just stood by and watched. The Fu family never took us seriously at all."
An unnamed fire ignited. Song Zaizhen was still young and naive at the time, but he still remembers Song Chunju's humble and ingratiating manner when he begged people everywhere and called the Fu family.
It severely shattered the boy's self-esteem.
But Song Zaicheng just shook his head, acting as if he didn't understand anything.
Song Zaizhen didn't want to waste any more words, so he turned his head to look out the window. The hotel's lights were bright, and the entrance was magnificent and imposing.
In the fleeting glimpse of opulence, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure huddled by the roadside.
"parking."
squeak--
Song Zaicheng was confused. "What are you going to do?"
Song Zaizhen picked up his phone and opened the car door. "You go ahead and leave me alone."
His eyes flickered slightly. "I saw someone I know."
Song Zaicheng watched his retreating figure, and at the end of the direction he walked, there was a woman with long, flowing hair.
In the dim light, the woman's features were not clearly visible, but the outline of her small face could be vaguely seen, paired with her hair flowing in the wind, creating a hazy beauty.
He shook his head and instructed the driver, "Let's go."
*
Wen Jin didn't expect Song Zaizhen to call her at this time.
As Wen Jin watched the three words flashing on the screen, she was about to answer when she heard footsteps approaching.
A dark shadow loomed over her, and a pair of white casual sneakers came into view.
At the same time, she slid her finger to answer the call, and the voice came from the phone at the same moment.
"Sister, look up."
Wen Jin blinked, somewhat dazed, "What are you doing here?"
She naturally assumed that Song Zaizhen had come out of the hotel, but didn't he never participate in these kinds of business activities? Besides, Wen Jin hadn't seen Song Zaizhen all night.
He smiled, not caring whether the curb was dirty or not, and sat down next to Wen Jinye without any regard for appearances, saying half-jokingly, "I've come to keep my sister company while she enjoys the evening breeze."
Wen Jin didn't respond to this ambiguous remark. Instead, she noticed the bruise on his face and, out of humanitarian concern, asked, "What happened to your nose?"
Song Zaizhen touched his nose and didn't tell the truth, "I bumped it while playing ball."
Catching Wen Jin's scrutinizing gaze, he moved his entire face close to hers.
Her eyes sparkled, as if she were enjoying a moment of triumph, "My sister cares about me."
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