Chapter 71: Why Don't You Come Back to Me?
Chapter 71: Why Don't You Come Back to Me?
He never needed to please anyone; wherever he went, he was always admired and fawned over.
Wen Jin also found this amusing and couldn't help but retort, "You understand social etiquette too?"
He glanced at Wen Jinye with a cool and collected look, "I know a little bit about it."
"Does Reporter Wen intend to teach me to discard those who have helped me after I've served my purpose?"
Wen Jinye: "..."
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In the living room, the man sat on the fabric sofa, his legs looking somewhat cramped.
Wen Jin remained calm and poured him a cup of hot water as a proper guest. "After you finish drinking, you should go home early. It's getting late, and it's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in a room together."
When strangers came to the house, Qiuqiu circled around Fu Yanjing's trouser legs, sniffing left and right.
Fu Yanjing looked at the dog, which was the same size as his shoes, without even looking up, and asked, "What's wrong with it?"
He sneered, "We even shared a bed before."
The image of Song Zaizhen walking side by side with her into the building that night inexplicably resurfaced in his mind.
Xu Xiangbai immediately called Song Zaicheng.
After the phone call ended, the lights in her room came on.
The familiar feeling of stuffiness resurfaced; perhaps he really should see a doctor.
Wen Jinye's indifferent reply came from above, "You said it yourself, that was before."
Fu Yanjing chuckled, his tone turning serious, "Then who's suitable to share a room with you? Meng Qinghe, or Song Zaizhen?"
"That night, when Song Zaizhen went upstairs with you, did you only give him a cup of hot water and then send him away?"
Wen Jin's eyes trembled slightly.
How did he know that Song Zaizhen had come up?
Somewhat incredulous, "You... you were following me?"
"I'm not that perverted."
Wen Jin also put the wontons that Grandma Wang had made into the refrigerator, saying, "You are you, and he is him."
The two are evenly matched; what's there to compare?
The refrigerator door had barely closed when Fu Yanjing's self-satisfied voice rang out again:
I'm hungry.
Wen Jin frowned, unsure whether Fu Yanjing was deliberately tormenting her, or what she had done to offend him.
He didn't say anything when the wontons weren't in the refrigerator, and he didn't say anything when we passed so many restaurants on the way back.
Wen Jin bit her lip; even her good temper was worn away by Fu Yanjing's constant sarcastic remarks.
There's also a green radish in the refrigerator.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of rebelliousness, turned around to look at him, and asked, "Want some appetizer radish?"
Fu Yanjing frowned instantly. "Wen Jinye, are you treating me like a dog?"
oh……
He was online.
I also watch entertainment videos.
There really weren't any other dishes at home, so we decided to have Grandma Wang's wontons.
Anyway, it's considered his earnings from his labor.
"Um."
Wen Jin has been busy with work lately and hasn't cooked in the kitchen for a while.
Last time she cleaned the house, she thoroughly cleaned the kitchen inside and out, and even put away all the pots and pans.
Wen Jin also tiptoed to open the cabinet above, where she had previously placed the small pot for cooking noodles at the very back.
She was lazy and didn't want to move the stool. She held up her hand for a long time, but always fell just short.
Wen Jin is also preparing to give up.
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind and easily grasped the handle of the small pot.
The thin fabric of his shirt brushed against Wen Jinye's earlobe.
Wen Jin subconsciously shrank back a little, but her whole back pressed against his broad, warm chest.
The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
Fu Yanjing seemed oblivious to how suggestive the position was, and asked in a low voice, "Is it this one?"
"……yes."
Fu Yanjing lowered his eyes; the woman's fair skin was so delicate it seemed to break at a touch.
Her eyelashes were truly long, thick, and curled, like butterfly wings, and they were trembling restlessly at that moment.
They had only broken up for a little over six months, but this position already made her very uncomfortable.
She bit her lower lip repeatedly, but the tips of her ears, hidden in her stray hairs, were as red as agate.
Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed.
Taking advantage of his height and long arms, he placed the pot into the sink while loosely wrapping his arms around Wen Jinye.
Cool water droplets splashed onto his arm. Fu Yanjing pretended to be nonchalant, but his voice was inexplicably low and hoarse:
"Wen Jinye, your ears are red."
A single, seemingly casual remark sent Wen Jin's nerves into a frenzy.
It's like being caught red-handed for having a guilty conscience.
Taking advantage of her slender and petite figure, she bent down and pushed herself out of Fu Yanjing's arms.
Standing aside watching him wash the pot, she casually said, "It's a physiological reaction."
Her attraction to him was purely physical.
We've shared a bed for three years, but every time I see him, I still feel the same flutter of excitement as when I was seventeen, like flowers blooming all over the field.
It was precisely because I liked it so much back then.
That's why detachment is so painful and so difficult.
Wen Jin didn't want Fu Yanjing to notice anything amiss, so she said, "You just rubbed against me."
Fu Yanjing, however, didn't give her a chance to deflect the attack, asking, "Is it because I rubbed against you, or because I rubbed against you?"
His tone was gentle and persuasive.
The probing gaze swept over Wen Jin's uneasy face, like a feather brushing against her.
Wen Jin also took a few steps back, taking the initiative to draw a line, "Fu Yanjing, we're getting a little ambiguous."
This warning has no deterrent effect whatsoever.
When she glared at Fu Yanjing, her clear and soft gaze seemed more like flirting.
She was pretty stupid before.
Fu Yanjing would occasionally tell her a lame joke, and Wen Jin would take a long time to react.
Back then, she would also blush and softly call his name, "Fu Yanjing!" just like she does now.
They thought they were scary.
Fu Yanjing felt that the frustration that had been weighing on his chest seemed to have dissipated somewhat.
Wen Jin was somewhat angry.
The expression on his face now was exactly the same as when he was looking at Qiuqiu in the living room.
He tries to provoke her during her withdrawal phase, but he doesn't like her.
He was clearly having a cat-teasing urge to tease himself again.
Wen Jin also cracked her knuckles. "You rascal."
Putting aside his shamelessness, his behavior is nothing short of thuggery!
Fu Yanjing let out a snort of laughter from his nose.
With a lingering tone, he said, "Say it again."
There was no anger or coldness from being scolded.
Wen Jin was also stunned.
She was both ashamed and annoyed.
Fu Yanjing must be possessed by a ghost.
She forcefully pushed Fu Yanjing out of the kitchen, saying, "Don't bother me."
...
Wen Jin cooked all the wontons in that box as well.
They divided it into two bowls.
After all that fuss, her stomach was empty.
At a small dining table, two people sat at opposite ends, while a little dog wagged its tail and ran around nearby.
He always tried to pick up some scraps from Wen Jinye's chopsticks.
Wen Jin was also somewhat dazed.
What a heartwarming scene.
She thought about it countless times in her dreams.
If there were no social divide between them, could they have achieved a happy ending through their shared desires?
We can go grocery shopping together at sunrise and sunset, or take a walk in the park.
To love each other in every ordinary day.
But I only found out later.
Their obstacle is not the difference in social status that separates them by mountains and seas.
From the very beginning, Fu Yanjing treated her as a fleeting affair.
That's all.
They would never have had a future.
I had clearly thought all of this through a long time ago.
But the tip of my nose still feels a little sore.
Wen Jin also lowered her eyes, the steam rising from the wontons in her bowl, which gave a legitimate reason for the tears welling up in her eyes.
“Wen Jinye.”
Fu Yanjing's sudden voice broke the silence.
Wen Jin also held the porcelain white spoon. "What's wrong?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Yanjing tap the rim of the bowl with his fingertip.
When he was thinking, his fingertips would tap unconsciously and irregularly.
"You won't find anyone richer or more powerful than me in Jiangbei."
Fu Yanjing was born into a noble family, and his power and wealth were beyond question, so he never needed to show off or flaunt them.
Wen Jin listened to his straightforward explanation and waited quietly for him to continue.
But his brow twitched uncomfortably.
Fu Yanjing said slowly, "Why don't you come back to me?"
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