Chapter 90: A Game in the Middle of the Night?
Chapter 90: A Game in the Middle of the Night?
baffling!
He Xianlin has regular features and a healthy wheat-colored complexion. He is about 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique. Although he is not a stunningly handsome man, he is at least considered good-looking among ordinary people.
Wen Jin also sensed the disparaging tone in Fu Yanjing's voice towards He Xianlin.
It's such a shame that someone would suffer such an undeserved misfortune just because they exchanged a few words with Wen Jin.
The shyness and unease Wen Jin felt under his gaze vanished instantly.
A thin layer of anger appeared on her lightly made-up face. "Fu Yanjing, it's one thing for you to mock me, but I didn't do anything to you."
Wen Jin pursed her lips. Once some thoughts surfaced in her mind, she couldn't help but blurt them out, "You're giving me the wrong impression."
"What illusion?"
She said, "Like a resentful husband."
Fu Yanjing seemed to be nailed to the spot, and even his blood seemed to freeze.
Resentment, husband.
A casual remark disrupted all of Fu Yanjing's thoughts for the rest of the session.
*
After a day of summits, Wen Jin and Xiao Yin returned to their hotel room, both feeling a bit like they were on the verge of death.
The only difference is that the two of them charge their devices differently.
To prevent herself from collapsing onto the sofa and never being able to get up again, Wen Jin also slipped into the bathroom before she even noticed her body.
The main point is to catch someone off guard.
Xiao Yin lay on the sofa whimpering for a while, then happily went out to play.
After taking a shower, Wen Jin followed the usual routine of drying her hair and applying skincare products, and was just about to snuggle into her warm bed and drift off to sleep.
Xiao Yin called.
"Sister Jinye, come play in room 1107 next door! Everyone's here, and we want to play Truth or Dare."
The excited tone on the other end suggested that he was fully recovered.
Wen Jin didn't want to dampen Xiao Yin's enthusiasm, and since they were all in the same circle, it was still necessary to expand their network and information channels.
With her phone battery low, Wen Jin quickly replied "okay" and then turned it off.
Wen Jin simply changed her clothes, grabbed the charger, and went out.
Because her phone was off, Wen Jin missed the WeChat message from Xiao Yin.
[I misspoke, it was 1117.]
At this moment, Wen Jin was already standing at the door of room 1107.
He knocked on the door repeatedly, but still couldn't hear any footsteps coming from inside.
Were they so engrossed in their game that they didn't hear it?
Thinking this, Wen Jin tentatively spoke up, "Xiao Yin, can you hear me? Hurry up and open the door, I've come to play games with you."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The door creaked.
Wen Jin looked up and was caught off guard when she met the man's deep, dark eyes.
Water droplets slid down her wet hair and disappeared into her half-open bathrobe.
Wen Jin's eyes widened instantly.
It was as if the moisture on Fu Yanjing's body drifted into her eyes, like the misty water rippling across the bottom of a lake.
Wen Jin swayed slightly, and before she could react, a scorching force landed on her wrist, and the next second she was pulled back into the room by Fu Yanjing.
The lighting in the entryway is warm yellow and dim.
The man's tall figure loomed over her, their breaths mingling in the cramped space.
They were so close that Wen Jin could clearly see his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.
Under his deep, dark gaze, Wen Jinye's heartbeat gradually faltered.
What's going on?
Didn't Xiaoyin say 1107?
Did she misread it, or did Xiao Yin say something wrong?
A wave of helplessness washed over those eyes that reflected Fu Yanjing's gaze.
Wen Jin tried to turn her wrist, which was being held in Fu Yanjing's palm, but it didn't give her any room to move.
She bit her lip.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to explain that I had really gone to the wrong room or to explain my motive for appearing at someone else's door.
"Fu Yanjing, can you let go of me first?"
“I can explain.”
He sneered, his low voice carrying a hint of danger.
"What game requires finding someone to play with in the middle of the night?"
He glanced at Wen Jin's lower lip, which was red from being bitten so nervously and glistened with moisture.
The man's eyes darkened further. "Wen Jinye, are you not on guard?"
"Let go of me first."
The temperature of his palm was so high that the heat seemed to burn through Wen Jinye's delicate skin and into her heart.
"We're all journalists in the same circle, so it's normal for us to get to know each other and exchange ideas."
Under his extremely aggressive gaze, Wen Jin felt both justified and inexplicably less imposing.
She glared at him without any threat, "When President Fu is out at four in the morning making headlines with a beautiful woman, what's wrong with us playing a game at eight at night?"
Fu Yanjing was taken aback by what she said.
With her eyelids slightly lowered, she seemed to be searching her memory, trying to recall where Wen Jin had come from.
Fu Yanjing is a man of high status and forgetful, so Wen Jin didn't expect him to remember anything.
That news story was taken down very quickly the next day.
However, this did not stop the woman from subtly conveying ambiguous messages about a certain important figure in the industry on social media.
Fu Yanjing offered no explanation.
She tossed and turned at midnight, the aching pain in her heart known only to herself.
She considered asking him.
She was afraid of annoying him, afraid that he would be unhappy because she liked him so much, and she was afraid of everything.
After carefully choosing his words, he only got to the beginning of the sentence, "At your party last night, there was a woman..."
He was then casually interrupted by Fu Yanjing.
Are you checking up on me?
His nonchalant tone betrayed a chilling indifference: "Baby, you need to behave."
She should have known from that time on that their relationship was different from that of ordinary couples.
What he wanted was a docile and sensible short-term partner.
Fu Yanjing's smiling voice interrupted Wen Jinye's thoughts.
He remained as nonchalant as I remembered, "Wen Jinye, you're quite vengeful, aren't you?"
"They didn't point it out back then, but now they're bringing up old stories to mock me."
Fu Yanjing smiled and released Wen Jinye's wrist.
With her hand slightly curled, she gently tapped Wen Jinye's forehead. "That's He Zhenting's woman. She was drunk and mistook him for someone else, which caused this misunderstanding."
"The reason I asked you to come that night was because you said you had an interview the next morning."
Her voice fell softly into my ear, tender and gentle.
Now it was Wen Jin's turn to be stunned.
She hadn't expected Fu Yanjing to remember, and she certainly hadn't expected so much time to pass—
She finally heard his explanation.
It was as if raindrops fell into a pond, quickly dissolving into the water's surface, yet ripples continued to spread.
Wen Jin seemed to hear the echo of the wind blowing through the port city.
Many things are only now being answered.
But none of that matters anymore.
*
The room was filled with the faint scent of gardenias.
Outside the slightly ajar door, Fu Yanjing could still hear Wen Jinye talking to another girl.
"Sister Jinye, I'm so sorry, I'm guilty!! I gave you the wrong room number. If He Xianlin hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have realized it."
"You didn't type it wrong, did you...?"
Wen Jin replied calmly, "No."
"That's good."
"I just walked right in."
"ah!?"
Fu Yanjing chuckled to himself.
She's become quite mischievous.
Even though the room wasn't big, Fu Yanjing felt inexplicably empty.
Attending this summit was not his original intention.
Because the decision was made hastily, his assistant informed him that all the penthouse suites at nearby hotels were fully booked.
Only standard rooms can be booked.
Fu Yanjing has never stayed in a standard room in a hotel since he can remember.
But I was too tired to keep going in the middle of the night.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jinye's tentative voice came from outside the door right after she finished showering.
The moment the door opened, she looked panicked, her eyes like shattered lake water.
Fu Yanjing's throat felt a little itchy.
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