Chapter 176: Look at me again, or I'll treat you like I'm a dog.
Chapter 176: Look at me again, and I'll treat you like I'm looking at a dog.
His breathing grew increasingly labored. He was surrounded by the traces and scent of Wen Jinye's life, yet his relationship with her was less than that of strangers passing by.
She is still moved by the kittens and puppies on the street.
I would be pleasantly surprised by the blooming of a flower.
They might also feel frustrated by the continuous rainy weather.
But her gentle gaze would no longer linger on him.
This realization was like a knife to Fu Yanjing's heart.
She was so wonderful, so vibrant and alive, but he just lost her.
As soon as Chirp met his gaze, it barked twice more, trying to intimidate him.
In that instant, Fu Yanjing realized that he suddenly empathized with those suffering in the world, and wondered why they would place their last hope in gods and Buddhas.
He was out of ideas.
It turns out that they would ask a dog for help.
Fu Yanjing's eyes reddened with tears. "Stop calling me that. I'm your father."
"Could you please try to persuade your mother again?"
"Look at me one more time."
"Just treat it as watching dogs."
In fact, not even the dog glanced at him.
It picked up the toy and walked away.
*
When they came out again, Wen Jin put Qiuqiu's baby back into the washing machine and found some saline solution for Fu Yanjing.
I found the kitten wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel, fast asleep on the sofa.
Fu Yanjing was looking down at his phone.
He's extremely busy, so it's perfectly normal for him to be handling work at this time.
It was unclear what thorny issue it was, but the man's brow was furrowed, and his gaze, reflected in the phone screen, was cold and sharp.
But what Wen Jin didn't know was...
What Fu Yanjing was looking at was not a secret document at all.
Instead, it's a comprehensive guide to pursuing a wife on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website).
There are many replies below.
For example, create a romantic surprise for her.
For example: appearing whenever she needs you.
For example, give her unique favoritism, making her an exception and the only one.
For example, cultivate good relationships with the people around her.
Fu Yanjing immediately thought of An Yu.
But her hostility towards him had escalated to the point of hating everything related to him, to the point that she even wanted to kill Xu Xiangbai.
Fu Yanjing then saw Qiuqiu, who was biting a toy and pretending to be busy. Every now and then, when Qiuqiu made eye contact with him, it would let out a couple of "woof woof" sounds.
If I had to choose one, this little gadget seems to be easier to influence.
The most popular suggestion is to teach him to lower his pride and become a manipulative, manipulative man who knows how to act cute and play the victim.
The reason for Fu Yanjing's displeasure is quite simple.
Damn it.
It's one thing to lack experience.
He doesn't have stomach problems.
He wasn't drunk.
I haven't gotten caught in the rain or caught a cold yet.
How do you play the victim?
As the fragrant figure drew closer, Fu Yanjing, unable to hide his guilt, turned off his phone screen.
But when she looked up, no emotion could be seen in her expression.
Without giving it any further thought, Wen Jin placed the saline solution on the coffee table and said, "Take care of your wound quickly and then leave."
What kind of wound is being treated?
It has already healed.
That little bit of blood was only because Fu Yanjing's rounded fingernails secretly scratched it, making matters worse.
Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed.
His low voice carried a barely perceptible hint of feigned sympathy, "Right now, I have nowhere to go. So, for the sake of the cat—"
"Can I stay a little longer?"
*
It was always others who gave him face.
This was the first time Fu Yanjing had ever humbled himself to ask for someone's face.
Fortunately, the other party was a kitten that couldn't talk.
Fu Yanjing felt that he had to be mentally prepared.
This is just the first step.
There will be a time later when he breaks his back.
But Wen Jin didn't seem to buy it at all. "You have nowhere to go?"
Fu Yanjing's expression cleared up. "Yes, it's raining outside, and my assistant had to leave temporarily."
Wen Jin also thought of the black Bentley at the alley entrance that didn't even bother to turn on its lights.
They didn't seem like they had something urgent to attend to; their furtive behavior suggested they were trying to slip away halfway through.
Her doubts were written all over her face.
Fu Yanjing suppressed the tenderness welling up inside him, preventing it from spilling over into his eyes, "Shouldn't Assistant Dong also have the right to handle his personal matters?"
Wen Jin didn't hesitate at all, "Then you can call someone else to pick you up."
“For others, this is already after get off work hours, and some may already be asleep.” He was particularly considerate of the people’s situation, and even looked at Wen Jin with a hint of gentle reproach in his eyes, “They have no obligation to pick me up.”
With such a calm and composed demeanor, whatever nonsense he says will be more convincing than others.
This won't work, that won't work.
Wen Jin avoided his gaze, staring at her toes, feeling powerless and helpless. "When will Assistant Dong finish his work?"
"I don't know either."
Wen Jin also remembered that she still had his contact information, so she turned around to find her phone. "Then I'll call him and ask."
Unexpectedly, there was a step to check the homework. The man behind the back was stunned, and his back suddenly tensed up.
The time spent waiting for the call to be answered felt like an eternity.
Wen Jin's hair was still wet and dripping, and the phone was uncomfortable to hold against her ear.
She simply turned on speakerphone.
Okay, let's execute him publicly.
In a secluded corner where no one paid attention, Fu Yanjing gritted his teeth.
But when he inadvertently met Wen Jinye's gaze, he still maintained that unassuming and profound expression.
A person who has handled contracts worth billions or hundreds of billions with his right hand can remain calm and composed even in the most prestigious settings.
At this moment, however, he stopped breathing because he was afraid of being exposed for his clumsy lie.
This is terrible!
The call connected, and Assistant Dong clearly remembered her number. "Hello? Ms. Wen."
"Assistant Dong, when do you expect to finish your work?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then suddenly—
"There's been a sudden situation at home, it'll probably take about..." the assistant quickly considered, "...two hours."
This was a perfect time, just the length of a movie, enough for them to act out their love, hate, anger, and infatuation.
"I'll pick up my boss in two hours. I hope my boss hasn't caused you any trouble, Reporter Wen?"
Fu Yanjing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly settled down.
A raise is necessary!
This isn't his father's lackey, he's clearly his own confidant!
Having received a definite answer, Wen Jin could only say, "Then please pick up Fu Yanjing as soon as you're done with your work."
"Yes, Miss Wen."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Jin turned away helplessly.
The person in question sat upright on the sofa, exuding an inexplicable air of prestige, as if they were conducting some kind of business meeting.
He nodded to Wen Jinye, "Thank you for your help, Reporter Wen."
The two people kept passing the buck, while the person in question sat calmly and composed on the sofa, with the most upright posture imaginable.
He politely suggested, "If you're bored, you can sit down and we can catch up."
Things he didn't know.
Wen Jin didn't really want to talk to Fu Yanjing, so she took the hairdryer from the sofa and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
He touched his nose; the young master Fu, who was used to being fawned over, was clearly not used to being turned away.
A few cat hairs clung to his cuff, brushing against his nose as he raised his hand.
Suddenly a tickling sensation—
He sneezed a few times with great restraint.
Having not been in contact with such small animals for so long, Fu Yanjing almost forgot that she had mild cat allergy symptoms.
He tugged at his collar while looking at his phone screen and, sure enough, saw faint red spots on his collarbone.
Perhaps because of this awareness, or psychological factors, the itching in my throat and nasal cavity became even more intense.
The hairdryer in the bathroom stopped.
Fu Yanjing tried to maintain his dignified and composed demeanor, but he couldn't hold back the moment Wen Jinye stepped out of the bathroom.
I can only cover everything up by clearing my throat.
It sounds like a suppressed cough.
Wen Jin paused in her steps, "You have a cold?"
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