Chapter 5: When the fireworks fell over the port city, he went to find his first love.
Chapter Five: As the fireworks fell over the port city, he went to find his first love.
Wen Jin originally didn't want to waste too much time and breath here, but she was dragged into this by He Jiayu's casual remark.
An unexpected disaster.
She pursed her lips and looked up resignedly.
Lin Zhiying, however, changed her expression faster than flipping through a book, her face beaming with surprise, "Actress He, I'm your fan!"
Her tone was warm and her expression obsequious, and she didn't forget to throw mud at Wen Jinye, "Please don't wrong me. If anyone is up to no good, it's Wen Jinye. Look at her vixen-like appearance, she's obviously here to seduce people."
“But that’s not it. I just genuinely wanted to interview Mr. Fu.”
"Moreover, ever since I watched that interview, I've become a fan of the two of you as a couple!"
He Jiayu was pleased by her flattery and smiled elegantly with her lips pursed.
They overlooked the fact that Lin Zhiying's short skirt was prone to revealing too much with every movement.
She tilted her head at Fu Yanjing, "A-Jing, my fans want to interview you, could you do me the honor?"
Not far away, Fu Yanjing strolled over leisurely in a light gray casual outfit.
Why are you meddling in my affairs?
His tone was light and lazy; though it was a reprimand, there was not a trace of blame.
The metal cue gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
As Fu Yanjing took the gloves from the caddie, he casually asked, "Did you make an appointment with my assistant?"
Lin Zhiying was overjoyed, thinking this was an opportunity, and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Fu, not yet. I called your assistant, but he rejected me without even asking you."
"How can there be such a presumptuous person? And they even said that our Mingjing program is a minor segment."
Lin Zhiying couldn't distinguish between the two kings and even started complaining about her assistant.
But Fu Yanjing had somehow suppressed his cynical smile.
Those peach blossom eyes narrowed, cold, sharp, and long, exuding a sense of oppression.
"You're trying to find out about my private schedule, and you've come here to stake out this place. Are you people from Mingjing reporters or paparazzi?"
Lin Zhiying's face turned pale, and she instantly stopped smiling.
Fu Yanjing issued an ultimatum.
"You can choose to leave now or have someone escort you out."
"If I see you show up in front of me again, no one will be able to interview you after Mingjing."
Wherever Fu Yanjing is, there is attention and discussion.
Not far away, several rich young ladies, looking like little peacocks, were standing on tiptoe, looking in this direction.
I was afraid of missing out on a good word.
Wen Jin was also standing on the edge of this farce, at the back, where she could faintly hear their discussions.
"Wow, didn't they say Fu Yanjing was aloof and elegant? How come she's taking a small reporter so seriously? Not only is she going to smash her rice bowl, but she's also going to destroy her entire organization."
An insider murmured, "You're not right about that. Look at his cold eyes; he's clearly furious."
"Fu Yanjing must have seen through the reporter's ulterior motives and her attempt to use He Jiayu to get closer to him, and that made him unhappy."
One of the young ladies let out a strange cry, "How can they be so doting!"
That person clearly knew something about the inside story.
Then another thing came to mind: "Moreover, Fu Yanjing was secretly sent to Jiangbei to study in high school because of his family's power struggle. At that time, no one knew that he was the heir of the Hong Kong entertainment circle. They only knew that he was extremely handsome and that there was a long line of people chasing after him. But the only girl around him was He Jiayu."
“If He Jiayu hadn’t gone abroad after graduating from high school and Fu Yanjing hadn’t returned to Hong Kong, they wouldn’t have broken up.”
"Moreover, I follow He Jiayu's private Weibo account. Last New Year's Day, He Jiayu was threatened by obsessive fans while filming abroad, and Fu Yanjing even flew over to comfort her."
Last year, on New Year's Day.
Wen Jin's heart sank little by little.
That memory of loss, sweeping like a tidal wave, resurfaced in my mind.
She waited for three hours at the Gangming Bridge, just for the promise Fu Yanjing made casually about setting off fireworks together.
She arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time.
But as the cheers and laughter faded away, the fireworks and firecrackers fell to the horizon.
They waited in vain for Fu Yanjing's arrival, and they also did not receive a phone call from him.
The girl's excitement gradually cooled in the sound of the wind.
That night, Wen Jin felt completely cold.
For some reason, she went back and had a fever for three days, only to receive a concise explanation from Fu Yanjing.
Sorry, I had to go to Country A due to unforeseen circumstances, and there was no signal on the plane.
He shoulders the immense honor and prosperity of his family, and is extremely busy with affairs of state.
Wen Jin could understand everything, including his temporary breach of contract and his inability to control the situation.
So even so, she only told Fu Yanjing to take good care of his health.
turn out to be--
He went to see Jiayu that night.
A year and a half later, the slap finally landed on Wen Jinye's face.
She lowered her eyes, and all the overwhelming bitterness that welled up inside her eventually turned into a faint self-mockery at the corner of her lips.
Indeed, with his high position and power, who could possibly make Fu Yanjing act against his will?
...
Security personnel quickly approached.
Lin Zhiying lingered there and refused to leave.
Sobbing, she pleaded, "Mr. Fu, please give me this chance. I was forced into this situation and didn't mean to offend you."
"I'm a girl from a small town, and it's really not easy for me to get to where I am today without any background or connections."
Lin Zhiying clung tightly to the security guard, refusing to let go, fearing she would be taken away at any moment.
Her panicked and unseemly attempt to persuade him to stay stemmed from a deep understanding that once news of her offending Fu Yanjing spread, she would struggle to secure good interviews for a long time to come.
Fatty Wang doesn't have the ability to cover for her.
But deep down, Lin Zhiying felt more resentful.
Why is she so unlucky? These past few days, other reporters have been trying to find out about Fu Yanjing, seizing every opportunity to inquire.
Although they both suffered defeats, Fu Yanjing never made such a big fuss.
The farce quickly reached the ears of the senior management at Lancui Golf Course.
When Pang An rushed over, Lin Zhiying had just been dragged out.
There is investment from Pang An here, and he can be considered half of the person in charge.
Pang An spoke with utmost respect, as if afraid of offending a noble person.
"Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, what happened here that upset you? We were not good at entertaining you. If you have any questions, please let me know."
The caddie covered his mouth and whispered in An's ear, "The reporter from Mingjing was allowed in without an appointment, which disturbed Mr. Fu."
Pang An was taken aback.
He arrived in a hurry and was unaware that the farce was over. He subconsciously looked at Wen Jinye.
The beautiful woman stood there with composure and dignity, her lovely eyes clear and serene.
He had been eyeing Wen Jin for a long time.
People in the industry are all fickle and play all sorts of tricks.
Pang An asked himself honestly, and he knew that apart from not being able to give Wen Jin a home, he would absolutely cherish her like a treasure.
Unfortunately, she was too aloof.
It's still unclear how much benefit this face will bring her.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to say a few good words for Wen Jin.
Fu Yanjing took out a cigarette and casually put it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Pang An immediately went over to light his cigarette.
"Mr. Fu, is there some misunderstanding?"
“Reporter Wen did not come without an appointment; she is one of my people. If she has unintentionally offended you, I apologize on her behalf.”
Fu Yanjing didn't even bend over.
As the firelight flickered for a moment, he exhaled a thin puff of smoke.
Amidst the swirling mist, the man lifted his eyes slightly.
"Your people?"
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