Chapter 26: Fu Yanjing, let me take you home.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Fu Yanjing, let me take you home.
Wen Jin's heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't because of excitement, but because of surprise.
They had only met a few times, and at most were nodding acquaintances.
Even though Song Zaizhen frequently sent her WeChat messages, the topics they discussed were always trivial and unrelated.
When did he start having such thoughts about his sister, who was six years older than him?
If it weren't for their previous interactions, Wen Jin would have thought it was an absurd prank.
“Song Zaizhen, in my heart, you are like An Kang, a younger brother.”
“A different Wen Jinye.”
He doesn't even call her "obedient older sister" anymore.
“You saved Ankang’s life and have known him for many years. He should be your servant, but I am not.”
It was clearly a joke, but Song Zaizhen said it with unusual seriousness, "I'm Cheng Yaojin who suddenly appeared out of nowhere."
Wen Jin also looked somewhat solemn. This was the first time she had faced such a situation, and she didn't know how to properly handle the boy's feelings.
She pursed her lips, carefully choosing her words.
Song Zaizhen suddenly laughed and casually stretched, "I was just kidding, don't be angry, sister."
The reason given sounded reasonable: "I've just not been closely watched by my family, so I want my sister's attention to linger on me a little longer."
Wen Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but still reminded him, "Don't make jokes like that next time, they're not funny at all."
It's a bit scary.
However, recalling what Song Jae-jin said to Wen Jinye tonight, a boy who has always lived in his brother's shadow and has never received the expectations of his family.
He might just want some company.
Wen Jin softened a little, "You can treat me like an older sister, just like An Kang did."
"Then... it's a deal."
Song Zaizhen extended his hand to Wen Jin, with a touch of childish insistence, "Let's pinky swear."
Wen Jin chuckled, "Pinky promise."
*
Song Chunju's assistant contacted Wen Jinye the following afternoon.
"Ms. Wen, our CEO Song is willing to accept an exclusive interview with Mingjing, but he has limited time. You only have half an hour to get to Song's Building."
Wen Jin immediately grabbed her bag and hurriedly walked out.
"Okay, thank you. I'll definitely be there before then."
She didn't notice Lin Zhiying's fierce gaze at her workstation.
Before conducting an interview, you need to inform the program team of the interviewee, interview time, and location.
But Song Chunju didn't leave Wen Jin with much time.
The only time I can squeeze out for an interview is when I'm on my way to a dinner party.
The location is hard to say.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Jin simply filled in the interview location as President Song's destination.
Tangyuanju.
She had heard Tang Man mention a high-end club located in an area where land was incredibly valuable. The food was exquisitely presented, but the portions were surprisingly small, and the prices were exorbitant.
The car was driven smoothly.
Wen Jin also sat in the back row with Song Chunju, and she turned on the equipment.
Everything proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner.
Song Chunju was very cooperative and discussed the relevant issues in great detail.
When the interview ended, the car hadn't even arrived at Tangyuanju yet.
Song Chunju seemed to be enjoying the conversation even more, and suddenly asked about Wen Jinye's relationship status, "Reporter Wen, are you single now?"
Wen Jin was also puzzled, but she answered seriously.
But Song Chunju's scrutinizing gaze still made Wen Jin feel uncomfortable.
“There are many women with ulterior motives around Ah Zhen, but you are the first person who has made Ah Zhen come to me for help.”
“We have neglected to discipline Ah Zhen over the years, which has fostered his arrogant and playboy personality, but that does not mean that just any woman can enter the Song family.”
Wen Jin understood as well.
This is a form of criticism.
She remained composed and assertive. "President Song, please rest assured. I met the Second Young Master through my younger brother. I am six years older than him and would never covet someone I shouldn't. I suppose the Second Young Master is doing this out of consideration for my brother, after all, they were roommates."
Song Chunju was very satisfied with her answer.
A slight smile appeared on his stern face. "Miss Wen is a smart woman; she knows what I'm worried about."
The car slowly came to a stop in front of Tangyuanju.
"I had a very pleasant chat with reporter Wen today. From a professional perspective, I still hope to have another opportunity to cooperate with Mingjing."
Wen Jin was somewhat flattered. "Thank you for your recognition."
Wen Jin also got off the car with Song Chunju. Out of politeness, Wen Jin stood still and waited until Song Chunju went inside before leaving.
When the valet came to take the keys, Song Chunju refused, saying, "My driver knows the place."
But then he remembered something and asked, "Has Mr. Fu arrived?"
The parking attendant was a newcomer and hadn't yet recognized all the big names in the industry. He didn't know which "Mr. Fu" Song Chunju was referring to, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't recall any particularly high-profile figures arriving.
So he shook his head. "It shouldn't be yet."
Song Chunju nodded, turned around and went inside.
The revolving door turned slowly, its glass reflecting the scenery outside.
In the blurry vision, Wen Jin suddenly saw a—
A figure that shouldn't belong here.
Her pupils contracted, and she turned around in a panic. Sure enough, on the other side of the road opposite the club's entrance, she saw that familiar, repulsive figure again.
Tan Donglin...
How did he end up here?
Wen Jin instinctively tried to hide, so she pushed open the side door of the revolving door and ran into the clubhouse.
She wanted to go to the restroom to wash her face and calm down.
Stumbling and staggering, Wen Jin could barely see the road ahead.
My mind was instantly filled with those dark memories.
From the first time he cornered himself in the bathroom, his uncle and aunt's repeated indulgences turned the originally unruly boy into a complete scoundrel.
Why is it that he always seems to be shrouded in an inescapable gloom?
In the midst of the chaos, Wen Jin stumbled into a broad and warm embrace.
"Thud—"
What fell to the ground was a car key with a jumping horse posture.
A muffled groan came from above, accompanied by a low, slightly resentful voice, "Wen Jinye, even if you're going to throw yourself at me, at least tone it down a bit, okay?"
Her voice trembled with fear, and upon closer listening, it sounded as if she were choking back tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she said.
Fu Yanjing noticed her unusual behavior.
His nonchalant expression vanished, and without a word, he grabbed Wen Jinye's face, demanding, "What happened?"
Wen Jin was also at a loss, not wanting Fu Yanjing to see her make a fool of herself.
There's nothing there.
But she couldn't hide the distraught look on her face.
She bent down almost mechanically to pick up Fu Yanjing's car keys, thankfully without breaking them.
However, the moment his palm touched the cold key, evil thoughts arose.
Thinking of those lingering ghosts outside.
Wen Jin also looked at Fu Yanjing's spotless appearance again.
In Fu Yanjing's eyes, he was someone with ulterior motives from the very beginning.
She decided to go all out and take advantage of Fu Yanjing's influence.
Maybe we can get rid of Tan Donglin, this troublesome person.
So the moment the key fell into Fu Yanjing's palm, evil thoughts arose in his heart and anger surged within him.
Wen Jin's little finger inadvertently hooked onto Fu Yanjing's hand.
She cautiously raised her eyes, her clear black and white pupils trembling slightly, with a hint of probing, "Fu Yanjing, let me take you home."
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