Chapter 93: Pasted on the Window
Chapter 93: Pasted on the Window
Wen Jin's mind went blank.
Shouldn't he be trying to win over He Jiayu right now?
Did they come together?
Wen Jin also instantly woke up as if from a dream, and took two steps back, suddenly widening the distance between the two.
The gentle force that had been on his hand disappeared, and Fu Yanjing's gaze fell on the bad luck lot that Wen Jinye was clutching tightly in his hand.
"To be scared by something like this, how pathetic."
Hearing his mocking voice, Wen Jinye was about to retort when she heard him say unhurriedly, "Wen Jinye, what do you want? I'll grant your wish. Asking me is more effective than asking it."
This kind of thing exists if you believe in it, and doesn't exist if you don't.
Fu Yanjing spoke these words so casually in front of Wen Jinye, a Buddhist, that it seemed rather disrespectful and showed no regard for the Buddha.
Wen Jin was also afraid that he would suffer a backlash.
She panicked slightly and stood on tiptoe.
Her fingertips unconsciously pressed against Fu Yanjing's lips. "This is a Buddhist monastery, so stop spouting nonsense here."
Her fingertips were slightly cool, as if she realized she had crossed a line, and the fleeting touch on her lips was gone in an instant.
Fu Yanjing was taken aback.
Wen Jin also looked somewhat unnatural, her long, thick eyelashes drooping down and covering her eyes, fluttering like butterfly wings.
"I don't need you to help me get what I want."
After becoming an adult, Wen Jin only made three wishes under the Buddha's image.
For the first time, the misty port city was able to reunite with Fu Yanjing.
The second time, she cherished every moment they spent watching the sunrise and sunset, hoping that this kind of life could last a little longer, and a little longer still.
The third time, in the present moment, is to wish her a smooth transition and to face each moment without Fu Yanjing with equanimity.
But what popped up was a very bad omen.
It's as if by some unseen force that their ill-fated relationship, which should never have started, is destined to continue intertwining.
Wen Jin also took a deep breath. Behind her, the ancient tree was covered with red ribbons from lovers' wishes. She looked up at Fu Yanjing with a serious expression.
"Besides, you didn't even know what I wanted."
I didn't know from the beginning.
As soon as she finished speaking, He Xianlin, panting heavily, climbed the steps in the distance, only his head showing, waving from afar.
A voice interrupted: "Reporter Wen, we're leaving."
The signal here is not very stable, making it difficult for them to carry out their original plan to contact each other by phone.
Xiao Yin probably hesitated to attempt the hundreds of stone steps, so she only sent He Xianlin.
A passerby muttered in dissatisfaction, "How can they make noise in a place like this?"
He Xianlin scratched his head sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Wen Jin also saw He Xianlin struggle to climb the last few steps, and quickly said to Fu Yanjing, "I'm leaving now."
But her wrist was grabbed.
Fu Yanjing's low, cold voice brooked no argument, carrying his usual domineering and authoritarian tone, "Come with me."
Wen Jin was also puzzled and blurted out, "Weren't you with He Jiayu?"
"Who said I was with her?" Fu Yanjing looked down at her. "What? You miss her a lot?"
His handsome face was calm and casual, and Wen Jin pursed her lips, suddenly unsure of what to say.
He Xianlin also saw Fu Yanjing.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Especially when she saw Fu Yanjing's palm land on Wen Jinye's wrist, her surprise was replaced by astonishment.
He walked over and greeted Fu Yanjing humbly, "Hello Mr. Fu, I am He Xianlin, a reporter from The Economist. I didn't expect to meet you here."
Fu Yanjing nodded proudly.
He Xianlin finally had a chance to speak to Fu Yanjing up close, and racked his brains to find a topic to talk about. "What a coincidence! I didn't expect Mr. Fu to be a Buddhist. What are you praying for here?"
Noticing that Wen Jin was also struggling, the man's warm fingertips caressed Wen Jin's wrist.
He remained outwardly calm and nonchalant, making up a lie: "I want a child."
He Xianlin was somewhat stunned, and hesitated before saying, "The Bodhisattva Hall isn't here either..."
His gaze swept across the room and he saw that Wen Jin's hand was also being held by him.
His eyes widened in utter shock. "You and Reporter Wen...?"
After all, everyone had just heard about the gossip surrounding Fu Yanjing and He Jiayu that morning.
Fu Yanjing showed no concern whatsoever about their relationship possibly being questioned, and replied ambiguously, "We know each other, very well."
Wen Jin was also afraid that Fu Yanjing would talk nonsense.
Her face flushed red, she broke free from Fu Yanjing's grasp.
After all, Fu Yanjing's recent actions have been truly baffling.
In addition, for some reason, she could vaguely sense Fu Yanjing's hostility towards He Xianlin.
He just wanted to get He Xianlin, who knew nothing about the situation, away as soon as possible, so that he wouldn't make a negative impression on this lunatic.
"You go back with Xiaoyin first. I... have arranged a follow-up interview with Mr. Fu. There are some interview outlines that I need to discuss with him."
He Xianlin looked at Wen Jinye with even more admiration.
If Fu Yanjing hadn't been there, he would have given Wen Jinye a thumbs up and even knelt down in a quiet place to ask her how she managed to do it.
"Alright, Reporter Wen."
*
Fu Yanjing's car was parked at the foot of the mountain, driven by a driver who was nearly fifty years old and whom Wen Jin had never seen before.
It was probably something he arranged temporarily while on a business trip.
Fu Yanjing was alone when he went up the mountain, but he brought a girl with him when he came down.
The driver tactfully raised the barrier, clearly misunderstanding their relationship.
In reality, the two people behind the partition sat on opposite sides, and they didn't even make eye contact, let alone communicate.
Fu Yanjing turned on his work computer and began processing various work emails.
Wen Jin sat close to the car window, her tote bag neatly placed in front of her knees, but she vaguely felt that her posture was a bit like that of an elementary school student.
Just as she was about to put her bag in the empty space in the middle, she noticed Fu Yanjing's phone, which he had casually placed there.
"Put it down."
Fu Yanjing's voice suddenly rang out.
His cool gaze remained fixed on the lit computer screen, and as he spoke, his slender fingers continued to tap smoothly on the screen.
The light from the computer screen shone on his face, making his bone structure appear even more outstanding.
Even though her gaze never left the computer, she somehow noticed Wen Jinye's subtle movements.
Wen Jin looked directly at him, his fingertips pausing slightly on the keyboard, and said with a mocking tone, "This place can hold an entire galaxy, so your bag won't make a difference."
Wen Jinye: ...
The Crown Prince truly lives up to his name.
He not only has multiple burrows, but he can also see in all directions.
The car drove further and further away.
The silence was broken by Fu Yanjing's phone ringing.
It was He Jiayu calling.
It wasn't that Wen Jin deliberately went to look, but his phone was right next to her, and the sound of it drew her attention.
Upon seeing the name, Wen Jin quickly turned her face away.
She felt that this was He Jiayu checking up on her, and since she already only occupied a small space in the back seat, she shrank even further, making her presence even smaller.
Fu Yanjing picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and showed no change in expression.
He didn't rush to answer, but instead gave Wen Jin a strange look:
"You want to paste it on the glass?"
It's all his fault!
While maintaining an ambiguous relationship with his "white moonlight" (ideal love interest), he also had to navigate a complicated relationship with himself.
Wen Jin also didn't want to be nailed to the pillar of shame by He Jiayu.
Fu Yanjing showed no remorse or guilt whatsoever, and answered the phone with a detached tone: "What's up?"
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