Chapter 62: Good Teeth
Chapter 62: Good Teeth
After spending a pleasant and relaxing weekend at home with Qiuqiu, Wenjin went to work as usual on Monday.
The last time Song Zaizhen came to pick up Wen Jinye, his car and his demeanor were far too high-profile.
As a result, Wen Jin was looked at with veiled scrutiny by many colleagues when she came to work on Monday.
Wen Jin didn't take it seriously.
I habitually go to the break room to make myself a cup of coffee.
However, the sounds of discussion could be heard through the open glass door.
The subject of the discussion was herself.
"What? I don't think that's possible. It's not like there haven't been rich kids and wealthy people who kept Wen as a mistress before. She has a strong moral compass."
"Besides, Reporter Wen is usually a very good person, so she wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics, would she?"
"I also think that reporter Wen is not that kind of person."
Surrounded in the middle, Lin Zhiying became somewhat agitated, "Do you mean to implicate me in something you're saying?"
She fabricated the story with such conviction, her impassioned expression making it seem as if Wen Jin had truly set a trap for her.
"Otherwise, how did she manage to get the interview with Song Chunju? The interview was practically in my hands, and the Second Young Master Song had already agreed, but she just swayed over there."
"It's just that I didn't grow up to have that seductive look."
One reporter who had worked with Wen Jin twice shook his head, "I still don't think reporter Wen is that kind of person."
Lin Zhiying retorted confidently, "Then how do you explain that Second Young Master Song came to pick her up that night? It was right after get off work. Do I need to spell out what a lone man and woman would do under the cover of night?"
"That's just the kind of person she is."
Lin Zhiying kept her head down, talking enthusiastically with them.
But a gentle force patted his shoulder.
She turned around and, upon seeing Wen Jinye's beautiful face, felt so guilty that she almost jumped out of her skin.
Wen Jin smiled calmly, also quite curious.
"Who am I? Tell me more."
Several of Lin Zhiying's colleagues who were discussing the matter with her also became evasive, looking somewhat ashamed.
After all, Wen Jin is a serious worker with strong professional skills, and everyone likes to work with her.
She's quite popular at the company.
However, seeing luxury cars picking me up that day, and since we worked at the same TV station, it was inevitable that I would have some strange feelings.
In addition, it was due to their gossipy nature.
At once--
Some people lowered their heads in shame, saying, "Excuse me, reporter Wen, we were just curious."
Now that they've been caught red-handed, they're all scattering when disaster strikes; they weren't really in cahoots with Lin Zhiying anyway.
"We didn't completely believe what Reporter Lin said, and we didn't say anything against you either..."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Wen Jin also said calmly, "It's nothing."
That's just how it is with ordinary colleagues anyway.
Contact is inevitable in work, and for the sake of efficiency, we won't fall out unless absolutely necessary.
There's no need to be overly close.
The group laughed awkwardly and scattered from the tea room like birds and beasts.
Lin Zhiying was left staring stubbornly at Wen Jinye, "I didn't say anything wrong. The way you and Young Master Song acted that day, do you dare say your relationship was innocent?"
A shadow of gloom crossed Lin Zhiying's eyes.
Why is it that all the good things belong to Wen Jinye?
It's Mr. Fu again, and Young Master Song the Second again.
And those wealthy people who previously extended olive branches to Wen Jinye.
She is not as good as Wen Jinye at work, so it must be because Wen Jinye used shady means!
They even pretended to be untainted by the mud.
Especially with the upcoming new business summit, she had already secretly read Wang Pangzi's emails.
This time, Mingjing was only given one spot for a reporter and one for a photographer.
If Wen Jin really intends to take office through such crooked means, Fatty Wang would absolutely not dare to challenge them.
Wouldn't that mean I'd missed another opportunity to gain public attention?
Lin Zhiying hated it to death.
She rolled her eyes, "An old cow eating tender grass."
Wen Jin skillfully poured coffee into the coffee machine and even leisurely made a latte art.
"That's still better than you enjoying sponging off your parents."
Direct confrontations are not suitable for establishing an image of objectivity and rationality among financial journalists.
She smiled and sincerely praised, "You have really good teeth."
Lin Zhiying's face instantly contorted with anger.
After Wen Jinye left, she found a secluded spot and dialed Tan Donglin's number.
She was determined to destroy Wen Jinye's pride.
The call was answered quickly.
Lin Zhiying was exasperated. "What did you do the other day when you asked me for Wen Jinye's schedule?"
"How can she still look so radiant and energetic?!"
"Don't you want the money back from her?"
"You bitch!"
“Yes!” Lin Zhiying agreed, “Wen Jin is just a despicable woman!”
"I'm cursing you!"
"You still want to use your father as a weapon? You're a scumbag, and He Jiayu is a scumbag too!"
"roll!!"
Lin Zhiying was stunned by the scolding.
Tan Donglin angrily hung up the phone.
He was lying in bed with his legs in casts and unable to move.
He still feels lingering fear when he thinks about that day.
He originally thought that the group would benefit from Wen Jinye. His debts would be offset, and he would also get a sum of money from He Jiayu. It was a sure-fire deal.
As for Wen Jinye, Tan Donglin didn't care whether his little cousin, who had grown too independent, was alive or dead.
But he never expected that what awaited him was a group of people who beat him to the point of near death.
The solid iron rod slammed down on his left leg, and Tan Donglin's pig-like screams echoed through the empty, abandoned factory.
"Brother... I really didn't know my cousin had no money!" He was sweating profusely from the pain, and could barely speak. He begged for mercy, his voice trembling. "You've already ruined one of my legs. Can you spare my life? If I die, all this money will be wasted."
The leader weighed the iron rod in his hand. "Do you think I need your little bit of money? I hate people who don't keep their word the most."
"Besides, your broken left leg isn't for paying off a debt. I'm doing this for someone, so think carefully about who you've offended recently."
He glared fiercely at Tan Donglin, and the fully charged iron rod slammed down on Tan Donglin's right leg once more.
Tan Donglin's shrill cry startled the forest birds into flight.
Just as he was about to faint from the pain, he heard the man say in a sinister tone:
"This leg is what you're using to pay off your debt."
"You almost got me killed."
When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.
Zhao Qin cried until her eyes were as red as walnuts, and she almost thought he was dead.
However, his gambling activities were completely exposed.
Now that both his legs are broken, he can only live a dark and hopeless life in this dilapidated room.
Hearing Tan Donglin's angry voice from outside, Zhao Qin rushed in, "Son, what's wrong?"
During the days that Tan Donglin had his leg broken, he hated He Jiayu, hated Lin Zhiying, and of course, he hated Wen Jinye the most.
Now that she's hooked up with a rich man, she'll naturally whisper sweet nothings in his ear and flaunt her power over him.
She used to tremble with fear whenever she saw herself.
Tan Donglin was naturally resentful.
However, he also resented Zhao Qin.
If Zhao Qin had given him the money he asked for, none of the subsequent events would have happened.
Tan Donglin's tone was unpleasant, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
Zhao Qin started crying again, "Son, gambling is a killer. You must never touch it again."
"Those gangsters are all desperate criminals; we can't afford to mess with them."
"Once you're better, wouldn't it be better to just run a small, honest business?"
He was impatient. "Where will the funds come from?"
After all, he had almost squandered all of the family's wealth.
Zhao Qin wiped away her tears and said, "Mom will find a way."
After leaving Tan Donglin's room, Zhao Qin returned to her own bedroom, carefully opened the wardrobe, and found an inconspicuous small bag inside.
The layers of tightly wrapped cloth were unwrapped, revealing a gleaming gold peace lock necklace.
This was given to her by a woman who approached her not long ago.
Zhao Qin's eyes flickered.
Once it's in her pocket, it's hers.
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