Chapter 107 The doorbell rang
Chapter 107 The Doorbell Ringed
After many years, the photo is somewhat blurry, making it difficult for Fu Yanjing to see many details.
But he still recognized the person peering in this direction from the crowded area; it must be Wen Jinye.
Her slender figure could barely support the oversized school uniform, making her look malnourished and as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Compared to the excitement and exhilaration of those around her, her small face was almost expressionless, with only her loosely tied low ponytail becoming slightly disheveled in the crowd, and a few strands of hair hanging down to cover part of her face.
That was Wen Jinye, but he was not quite the same as the Wen Jinye he remembered.
Fu Yanjing felt a surge of inexplicable emotions in his chest. After zooming in on the photo several times, he realized that her hand, half-hidden in her school uniform, was tightly gripping her sleeve, filled with unease and fear.
But the gaze directed toward the basketball court was one of familiar, burning admiration and fervor from Fu Yanjing.
That is—
The direction he was in.
She wasn't from No. 8 Middle School; she lied.
Even earlier, at that noodle stall on Wensong Road, she had already lied.
She had seen him before, more than once.
If you have a clear conscience, why hide such a question?
Whom is she waiting for as she stands here?
Some answers were obvious, and Fu Yanjing's blood was about to boil.
He suddenly stood up.
The large movement caused the back of his hand to brush against an unopened bottle of liquor on the low table. In a domino effect, opened and unopened bottles of liquor on the table scattered and spilled, making a crisp sound.
The bottle of wine at the very edge of the table fell to the ground, the sound of it shattering drowning out the music playing in the private room.
Glass bottles shattered, spilling wine onto Fu Yanjing's spotless suit trousers, but he paid no heed.
All the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter around me seemed to disappear.
He hasn't said a word since he saw that photo.
Tang Zhenming was a little confused. Could it be that important people have bad memories and Fu Yanjing doesn't remember anything at all?
"Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"
“This person—” Fu Yanjing’s fingertip paused on Wen Jinye’s face, “Do you recognize him?”
How could Tang Zhenming possibly have any recollection of this?
But not wanting to miss the opportunity to say something Fu Yanjing threw at him, he looked at Wen Jinye's school uniform and forced himself to say, "Isn't she from our school? She's a year younger than us, she must watch us play basketball often..."
She glanced at Fu Yanjing's face and continued, "You were very popular at school back then. This must be your biggest fangirl. Not only her, but also the crowds in and out of the camera's view, almost all of them came for you."
Just as Tang Zhenming was getting into his speech, Fu Yanjing suddenly tossed the phone back to Tang Zhenming, grabbed her coat, and left the private room.
He was left looking completely bewildered.
He didn't say anything wrong, did he?
Fu Yanjing's expression was far too solemn when he left.
He, an ordinary citizen, simply couldn't withstand such high pressure.
Xu Xiangbai, who was chatting and laughing with others nearby, also noticed Fu Yanjing's unusual behavior.
He pushed away the drinks offered by others and called Tang Zhenming over.
Xu Xiangbai, also thinking that Tang Zhenming had said something wrong to displease Fu Yanjing, asked with unusual displeasure, "What nonsense did you say to A-Jing?"
Tang Zhenming, feeling both uneasy and innocent, handed over his phone, which was now lit up. "It's nothing, just this photo. I told him I took a photo with Mr. Fu."
"Mr. Fu asked me if I knew this girl..." He looked completely innocent. "Jiangbei No. 1 High School is full of beautiful girls. I have a girlfriend, how could I possibly remember her?"
Xu Xiangbai glanced at it thoughtfully.
I saw An Yu at first glance.
She was just as radiant in high school as she is now, and I never even noticed her back then.
The second glance—
He revealed a solemn expression, just like Fu Yanjing.
If he wasn't blind, the person standing next to An Yu should be Reporter Wen? But her demeanor back then was completely different from now. If Xu Xiangbai hadn't been in frequent contact with Wen Jinye recently, it would probably have been difficult to reconcile the person in the photo with Wen Jinye.
Xu Xiang's eyes widened in surprise.
Tang Zhenming became even more uneasy, "What's wrong with this photo?"
Surely they can't be sworn enemies, right? That would be like trying to flatter someone who's completely in the wrong direction.
Tang Zhenming was filled with remorse, desperately regretting his foolish act of taking the opportunity to get close to her.
But then Xu Xiangbai said, "Send me the photos."
He should have thought of that sooner.
An Yu studied at No. 1 High School. Wen, the reporter, had a completely different personality and life trajectory from An Yu. If they weren't high school classmates, he would find it hard to imagine how such two people could build a deep friendship.
so--
Reporter Wen is also from No. 1 Middle School.
No wonder they felt that Wen Jinye looked familiar from the first time they met. Perhaps Wen Jinye's figure had briefly appeared in their sight at some ordinary moment during those three years.
Recalling Fu Yanjing's behavior just now, Xu Xiangbai took a sip of strong liquor to calm his nerves.
They've been entangled in a relationship in Hong Kong for three years. Is this the first time Ah Jing has found out about it?
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When Wen Jin first returned to Jiangbei, she was in a bad mental state. In addition, Jiangbei held too many dark memories for her, so for a long time she felt no sense of belonging to Jiangbei.
Adding to the harassment from Tan Donglin, Wen Jin was never sure if she could live a peaceful life, so the two boxes of things that were sent to An Yu's house only returned to her hands today.
When the delivery was handled roughly, Wen Jin's two large, sealed cardboard boxes were completely damaged. An Yu thoughtfully replaced them with thicker plastic storage boxes.
So, when Wen Jin returned home, she saw a huge pink box blocking her front door.
There was another box, even heavier than this one, so the delivery driver went downstairs to carry it.
Taking advantage of this break, Wen Jin also dragged the heavy first box into the house.
After so much time has passed, Wen Jin doesn't really remember most of what happened there.
She opened the box; no wonder it was so heavy—it contained many books she hadn't wanted to throw away. The colorful books on top clashed with the classics below.
The titles listed above are: "The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me," "The Innocent Girl is Hot-Blooded," and "The Imperial Young Master's Substitute Wife"...
It's unbearable to look at.
All of these were books An Yu read in high school. She used to read them so much that she forgot to eat and sleep, and she could be considered An Yu's love mentor.
There's one book that Wen Jin also remembers vividly. An Yu was caught reading it in class and struggled, so the teacher confiscated it on the spot.
An Yu also took advantage of Wen Jinye's obedient image and entrusted her with the important task of sneaking into the office to steal things.
While helping An Yu steal the book, Wen Jin also found Fu Yanjing's copy among the discarded exam papers in the corner of the office.
She meticulously collected everything about Fu Yanjing through the mail, like an honest and cautious, yet secretly fervent, believer.
That day, Wen Jin also took An Yu's favorite book and Fu Yanjing's original, unrestrained answer sheet out of the office.
They all escaped being treated as waste paper.
As her thoughts returned to their source, Wen Jin felt somewhat helpless.
These books were probably casually put into the box when An Yu suddenly decided to tidy up the house, and then she completely forgot about them.
She took the photo and sent it to An Yu.
In her 60-second voice message, An Yu was yelling and laughing hysterically, only getting to the point in the last few seconds:
[I've saved it for you. I'll pick it up when I have time and reheat it while I'm at it.]
Then came another heartfelt message:
After all, it's hard to find such a twisted male protagonist in today's society.
Wen Jin hadn't even had a chance to reply when the doorbell rang.
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