Chapter 125: Don't bully her
Chapter 125: Don't Bully Her
Beneath the deliberately slowed tone, a closer listen reveals a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.
Wen Jin also answered obediently this time.
"We are...we are..."
With her brain suddenly shutting down, Wen Jin stared drowsily at the street scene filled with the aroma of fireworks. It looked so familiar, yet she couldn't remember anything about it.
She tapped her forehead.
An Yu waved her arms to the side, clearly preoccupied with her own problems, yet still trying to worry about others.
"Don't call strangers."
Fu Yanjing: ? ...
Where on earth did she find these drunkards?
Meanwhile, Xiao Yin's boyfriend had just sent a message to Meng Qinghe.
Looking at Wen Jin, who seemed confused and stammered for a long time, unable to say where she was.
He hesitated for a moment, then gently placed Xiao Yin on the bench.
In the past, I tried to answer Wen Jinye's call.
However, Wen Jinye was already so drunk that she didn't recognize anyone and sensed a strange presence approaching her.
She was disoriented and thought some perverted man was groping her. Wen Jin gripped her phone tightly to avoid him while shouting loudly to try and intimidate him.
"Don't come near me. I'm telling you, my husband is coming to pick me up. He'll be there soon."
Xiaoyin's boyfriend was stunned.
Fu Yanjing's voice on the other end of the phone was also a little tense, "Wen Jinye, who is the husband you're talking about?"
However, all he received in response was a disconnected phone call.
Wen Jin also opened the dial pad with a dazed look in her eyes. Her brain could hardly control her nerves, but her fingertips seemed to have muscle memory, smoothly dialing the number.
He thought he was being threatened, and even when drunk, he didn't forget to act.
Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she were being coquettish.
"Hey honey, come pick me up!"
After saying that, she turned fiercely to the person behind her, "Don't worry, my husband will be here soon."
Xiaoyin's boyfriend was completely baffled, since he had never heard Xiaoyin mention Wen's marriage before.
Besides, in his mind, she was single.
She had just sent another man to pick her up; wasn't that just starting a war?
Xiao Yin's boyfriend brainstormed for a while and suddenly realized that perhaps the person on the phone with reporter Wen was Meng Qinghe.
That's what I was thinking.
Xiao Yin's boyfriend managed to get hold of her phone while Wen Jin wasn't looking.
cautiously probing:
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Meng? My girlfriend and I drank too much today, and there's another lady with us. Would it be convenient for you to come and pick them up?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and low, "Address."
*
After Xiaoyin's boyfriend took her phone, Wen Jin lost consciousness.
A gentle night breeze blew, cool against the skin, while the sounds of clamor filled the air, but Wen Jin remained oblivious, slumped over the table.
He was sleeping soundly, his head resting on a small section of his arm.
This is the scene that Fu Yanjing saw when he arrived.
Xiao Yin and her boyfriend had already left, while An Yu was still symbolically drinking from an empty wine bottle.
Before leaving, Xiao Yin's boyfriend entrusted Wen Jin and An Yu to a waiter. As soon as the waiter saw Fu Yanjing, he forgot his infatuation and went over to her as if asking for help, "These are the bags for the two ladies."
Fu Yanjing took Wen Jinye's bag, bent down and pulled her into his arms.
She was so drunk that she was completely unprepared, leaving Fu Yanjing both frustrated and helpless. "Why did you drink so much?"
The warmth of his embrace was something that Wen Jin, half-asleep, found very comforting. She lowered her head and snuggled closer to him, adjusting herself into a more comfortable position.
Fu Yanjing clicked his tongue and pinched her cheek in a fit of pique, "Who were you calling 'husband' just now? Open your eyes and see who I am!"
"Does that mean anyone can take you away when you're drunk?"
But the eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled like cicada wings in the wind. She slowly opened her heavy eyes, her vision was not clear, and her voice was very soft, drifting into Fu Yanjing's ears on the night breeze.
This left him completely stunned.
"You are no stranger."
"I miss you so much..."
Fu Yanjing's fingertips entwined with Wen Jinye's hair, his voice tender, "Who are you thinking about? Wen Jinye."
"Chirp chirp, Mommy's here."
Fu Yanjing: ...
He made a call to Xu Xiangbai, and said succinctly, "I'll send you the location. Come pick them up."
Who is it?
Fu Yanjing looked at the person dancing wildly in the air, as if possessed by something.
"Your employee."
Just as the call ended, a black sedan slowly pulled up to the side of the road.
The low beams were blindingly bright. Fu Yanjing covered Wen Jinye's eyes and brows with his hand, but she clearly sensed something was wrong and mumbled, "Strange, why is it already light?"
Fu Yanjing squinted at the distance, and the car door opened.
Meng Qinghe stepped out of the car and headed straight for Wen Jinye.
He has very gentle eyes and gives people a refined and gentle feeling.
But his gaze suddenly darkened when it fell on Fu Yanjing's hand that was supporting Wen Jinye.
"Mr. Fu, please give me Jin too."
Meng Qinghe reached out to touch Wen Jinye's clothes, but Fu Yanjing pulled her even tighter.
Meng Qinghe's fingertips only grasped the slightly cool night.
He kept his fingers suspended in the air, and his gentle tone revealed a hint of tension upon closer listening.
"I'll take her home. She was drunk tonight, I'm sorry for the trouble."
The lamplight reflected in Fu Yanjing's eyes, making his cold, sharp black eyes appear somewhat indifferent. "In what capacity did you escort her home?"
His tone was not sharp or intimidating at all, as if he had never taken Meng Qinghe seriously.
But the wind carries a palpable sense of confrontation.
"I am Jin Ye's friend, so on what grounds does Mr. Fu question me?" Meng Qinghe remained neither humble nor arrogant, but the dangerous glint in Fu Yanjing's eyes did not escape the notice of a psychologist.
He probably has no chance of winning if he goes head-to-head with someone like that.
Its only advantage is—
As a friend, he is far more legitimate than Fu Yanjing, Wen Jin's ex-boyfriend, with whom she has no future.
In contrast to Meng Qinghe's refined and gentle demeanor, which belied his underlying caution and tension, Fu Yanjing appeared remarkably calm and composed.
He raised an eyebrow, and his eyes held a rare hint of childish competitiveness, "Because she called me."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, their noses almost touching.
Fu Yanjing's warm breath mingled with Wen Jinye's ear.
His voice, low and gentle, carried a hint of alluring seduction: "Wen Jinye, who are you going with?"
Wen Jin curled up in Fu Yanjing's arms, like a cat staying in its safe zone, without opening her eyes.
Instead, she stretched out her arm that was pressed against her chest and gently wrapped it around Fu Yanjing's waist.
“I’ll go with you,” she said.
Meng Qinghe finally let go of the hand that was hanging in mid-air.
That was her instinct when she lost consciousness.
Fu Yanjing's presence was almost ingrained in her very being.
Too familiar, too unforgettable.
Meng Qinghe remained silent, and the air around them seemed to freeze.
Only the distant sound of car horns pierced the eardrums.
Indeed, if she hadn't relied on him wholeheartedly, how could she have caused such great harm to someone as resilient as Wen Jinye?
Fu Yanjing's arrogance stemmed not only from his position at the top of the pyramid, allowing him to manipulate events at will, but also from—
Those who are favored become fearless.
With her eyes lowered, revealing no emotion, Meng Qinghe chuckled softly, "I'm relieved that Mr. Fu is taking good care of her."
Fu Yanjing, carrying Wen Jin, went straight past Meng Qinghe.
The hem of her dress, billowing in the wind, brushed against Meng Qinghe's arm.
Beneath the shirt, the veins stood out.
He arrived too late.
Just like at the very beginning.
If he could do it all over again, he would rather go back to the beginning of the story and willingly hold up an umbrella for Wen Jin in the rainy season from that dark and damp alley.
Perhaps at that time, she would have chosen him instead?
The footsteps faded into the distance.
Meng Qinghe couldn't help but turn around and call out to him, her eyes dark and unfathomable, "Fu Yanjing."
He didn't call him Mr. Fu.
It's a conversation between two men who are standing next to Wen Jinye, setting aside all identities.
"Don't bully her."
Fu Yanjing paused, "I'm not that ungentlemanly."
"That's not what I meant."
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