Chapter 87: Caught in Their Own Trap
Chapter 87: Caught in Their Own Trap
However, Ankang is destined not to have this good fortune.
Aunt Lin didn't set up her stall today.
The owner of the stall next door seemed used to customers leaving disappointed today, and casually leaned over to say:
"Sister Lin burned her foot and won't be able to set up her stall for the next couple of days."
Wen Jin also took An Kang to eat at that noodle shop. She has a small appetite and can only eat half a bowl of noodles.
Wen Jin was also a little worried about Aunt Lin, since she lived alone at home.
"I'm going to check on Aunt Lin's house, it's nearby."
Upon hearing this, An Kang slurped his noodles even faster, like a wild boar eating, his mouth stuffed full of noodles, his words slurred:
"Sister Jinye, wait for me. I promised to take you home."
Wen Jin was also afraid that he would choke, so she quickly poured An Kang a glass of water.
Seeing his insistence, she had no choice but to say, "You can eat here slowly. Aunt Lin's house is nearby. I'll check on her to make sure she's alright and then come find you. You'll be done eating by then."
This time arrangement is the most reasonable. An Kang nodded and slowed down. "Then, Sister Jinye, send me a message."
"good."
Aunt Lin's family is Tan Guohao's neighbor; they live on the first floor of the next building.
Wen Jin also bought fruit and knocked on Aunt Lin's door.
The woman who pushed open the door beamed with joy. "Jinye, what brings you here? Come in quickly."
Her feet were badly burned, covered in blisters, and the entire instep was discolored.
The room was filled with the smell of medicine. Aunt Lin was limping, and every step she took made her sweat profusely from the pain.
Wen Jin also felt a little sorry for him, "Have you eaten?"
"I've already eaten." Aunt Lin waved her hand, her tone relaxed. "Although I'm injured, I still have the ability to take care of myself, and it doesn't hurt that much."
Wen Jin didn't believe it at all, "You look so haggard."
She looked at the dark circles under Aunt Lin's eyes and asked, "Is it because of the pain that you can't sleep well at night?"
"I slept well before, but I didn't sleep well last night."
At this point, Aunt Lin recalled the commotion from last night and couldn't wait to share the good news with Wen Jin: "Your uncle's family, those plagues, have moved away."
Wen Jin was also somewhat surprised, "When did this happen?"
"Just last night, I hadn't seen them packing anything before, and I hadn't heard any of the neighbors mention it. Suddenly, a Lalamove truck came in the middle of the night and took them and their belongings away."
Aunt Lin felt very gratified. "It's good that they moved away. Now that they see you're doing well, they won't come back like bloodsuckers. Everyone upstairs and downstairs is happy. Finally, we don't have to listen to the couple arguing in the middle of the night anymore."
"Zhao Qin's voice is so loud, she seems to want to air her dirty laundry throughout the entire neighborhood."
Wen Jin was also somewhat taken aback.
Moving out at this critical juncture can only mean that what happened last night might really be related to the Tan Guohao family.
When their scheme was exposed, they worried about getting into trouble.
But they've lived here for so many years, and now that their attempt to steal a chicken has backfired, they're actually willing to give it up?
Aunt Lin's remaining words further confirmed Wen Jinye's guess.
"Moreover, no sooner had Tan Guohao's family moved out than some unknown people came to their door and made a scene, demanding that Tan Guohao return the money, claiming it was some kind of betrothal gift. They only left reluctantly after realizing that someone had threatened to call the police."
Aunt Lin patted Wen Jinye's hand, feeling happy for her, "Judging from this situation, we don't know who they've offended."
"From now on, your days in Jiangbei will be peaceful."
With everyone gone and no evidence at all, Wen Jin could only console herself that she had turned misfortune into blessing.
...
No matter how Wen Jinye explained it, Ankang continued to pick her up and drop her off at get off work regardless of the weather for the next few days.
Every morning, Wen Jin would see An Kang looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and she would feel a little uneasy.
"How about I drive? You're not allowed to sleep in the driver's seat."
An Kang patted his face with his rough hands, regaining his senses. "Don't worry, Sister Jinye, I'm not sleepy at all."
Wen Jin also tightened her seatbelt, "Finish yawning before you speak."
He paused, then added, "Open your eyes before driving."
When there is no real danger, my younger brother is the biggest danger.
Tomorrow we're heading to Linshui City for a business summit. Today is the last day in Ankang to send Wen Jin off to work.
Wen Jin also felt a sense of relief, as if she had survived a disaster. "You will officially retire tomorrow."
Ankang was truly awake now, and slowly started the engine. "I will stand my last shift."
But the last shift wasn't at Ankang Station.
Wen Jin walked out of the TV station and immediately saw the slender figure standing in front of An Yu's car.
Wen Jin hadn't seen him since his birthday party.
Their brief friendship was like a bubble, bursting that day and then evaporating.
Wen Jin also paused for a moment.
Song Zaizhen took the initiative to greet him.
He had lost a lot of weight, and his complexion was not good; there was a noticeable dark blue bruise under his eyes.
“Sister.” His voice was a little hoarse. “Ankang had something come up and asked me to pick you up.”
Wen Jin's voice was somewhat indifferent, "No need, I can drive back myself."
She held out her hand, "Just give me the car keys. Thank you for making this trip, Young Master Song."
Song Zaizhen felt a dull pain in her heart and grabbed Wen Jinye's bag. "Sister, are you angry with me?"
Wen Jin also thought about it very seriously.
Actually, when she learned of Song Zaizhen's unruly nature, she wasn't completely unmoved.
That feeling was probably one of disappointment and melancholy.
Disappointment at my poor judgment of people, and a bit of resentment at being treated like a game.
But getting angry at Song Zaizhen is completely unnecessary.
Given the difference in their social status, and the fact that Wen Jin had also received favors from Song Zaizhen, even if Song offended her, Wen Jin would simply consider it as being bitten by a dog.
However, she had genuinely believed in her heart that Song Zaizhen was a good person.
There will inevitably be discrepancies.
"Young Master Song, we are from different worlds."
"You've already entered Fu Yanjing's world, why won't you take a look at mine?"
"Then what?"
Wen Jin looked at him calmly, "Then you'll use me as a bargaining chip to show off your revenge, making me a laughing stock in your eyes. At least Song Zaizhen and Fu Yanjing wouldn't use women as tools."
Her calm tone revealed no hint of grievance, but rather stated the reality in a nonchalant manner: "Your complicated relationships and power struggles have dragged in an ordinary person like me. These tactics are quite underhanded."
Song Zaizhen's lips turned white.
Her voice was low, "Later, I truly fell in love..."
“I spend every day in self-blame and remorse, sister. I’m locked up at home and can’t apologize to you, I…”
"It's all in the past."
Her voice was very soft, like the wind.
Looking at the woman's calm and composed face, Song Zaizhen realized that she wasn't feigning generosity, but rather that her demeanor was more unsettling than anger or resentment.
Because it means that he failed to leave a trace in Wen Jinye's heart.
He set a trap, and he deserved to be trapped by it.
Wen Jin also took the car keys. After get off work, there were many people coming and going downstairs at the TV station, and quite a few eyes were already looking in their direction.
"I don't want to become the subject of my colleagues' gossip behind my back. We're just friends, let's each go our own way."
Seeing her get into the car, Song Zaizhen reluctantly blocked the door with his arm.
"elder sister--"
"I might be going abroad. I refuse to be looked down upon and treated like an idle young master. I will prove my competitiveness with upright means. This may be the last time we meet."
"I want to prove that, in everyone's eyes, I am no worse than him."
That's someone else's opinion.
Song Zaizhen's expression was somewhat stubborn. "And what about yours? What's your opinion?"
Wen Jin smiled faintly, "My opinion is not important."
The figure in the rearview mirror looked lonely and desolate, completely different from the scorching young man.
But Wen Jin was ultimately unable to answer that question.
Because in the heart of a seventeen-year-old girl, there was nothing in the world that could compare to eighteen-year-old Fu Yanjing.
Tan Donglin will be in the rain that blocked the alley.
Wen Jinye has been trapped in this situation.
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