Chapter 167: People from Jiangbei Don't Eat Noodles That Way
Chapter 167: People from Jiangbei Don't Eat Noodles That Way
The night was deep.
The assistant could clearly sense that Fu Yanjing was in a bad mood.
But this lack of improvement is neither the gloom of being shrouded in dark clouds, nor the oppressive feeling of an impending storm.
Fu Yanjing remained silent, a silence shrouded in melancholy. He was as aloof and indifferent as ever, yet somehow gave off a feeling that his spirit had been worn down.
In his condition, the air pressure inside the car was extremely low.
His return to Jiangbei this time was without any prior notice or arrangement; it's unclear whether it was a spur-of-the-moment decision or an impulsive act.
Without any prior preparation, the assistant cautiously asked in the smoothly moving car, "Boss, where are we going?"
After all, Fu Yanjing's only permanent residence in Jiangbei was Qiushui Bay.
He wanted to give Qiushui Bay to someone else, but he couldn't, and it was discarded by others.
Like an unwanted wild child, no one stays with it for a long time, and nobody pays attention to it.
The man sitting in the back remained silent for a long time.
The assistant forced himself to drive, and began trying to decipher the emperor's intentions once again.
Just as he decided to take it upon himself to send his boss to a hotel under the Xu family's control, Fu Yanjing lowered his eyes, seemingly examining something.
Suddenly she spoke up: "She doesn't want Qiushui Bay anymore, nor does she want Xishan Mansion."
She didn't name names, but it was obvious who she was referring to.
The soft sighs and murmurs seemed to carry an unspeakable sadness and regret.
It makes it natural for people to automatically complete the next sentence:
"You don't want me anymore either?"
By the time I realized what I had said, it was too late.
The assistant's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darted around frantically, and he cursed himself for having enjoyed too many blissful days without a boss's direct supervision, which had made him so complacent.
It's hard to associate the word "heartbreak" with Fu Yanjing.
Indeed, if we explain it by the idea of heartbreak, then all of Fu Yanjing's unusual behavior makes sense.
His thoughtless remark was like a knife stabbing into Fu Yanjing's chest.
It was tantamount to him, in his most dejected and lost moment, filled with longing for Wen Jinye, twisting his waist and jumping around Fu Yanjing, clapping and saying as he jumped:
"Your wife doesn't want you anymore~"
The red lights at night seem to last forever.
The assistant counted down the seconds as if they were years.
He furtively peered at Fu Yanjing through the rearview mirror.
But the indifferent expression on his face remained unchanged and showed no sign of anything amiss, making one almost think that his seemingly lost words were just an illusion.
The green light comes on.
The car started moving slowly.
A voice, its meaning ambiguous, suddenly came from the back seat:
"yes."
"She doesn't want me anymore."
*
It's important to know that a good assistant doesn't want to gossip about their boss's love affairs.
They only cared about whether they would be silenced.
After all, it was heartbreaking to hear his proud and aloof boss admit in a dejected and gloomy tone that he had been abandoned.
This sense of disconnect is no less intense than when parents feel unwell and their first reaction isn't to stay up late playing on their phones.
A brief silence fell over the car again.
After turning the corner, the road ahead passes by Fu Yanjing's high school.
The large banners upstairs emitted a faint red glow, making them noticeable from a distance.
Fu Yanjing's gaze was fixed on the window, as if he were looking in that direction.
The assistant consciously slowed down the car.
I heard his deep voice, "Let's go to Wensong Road."
He hadn't eaten at that noodle shop in a long time.
I remember the last time I came here to eat with Wen Jin, she lowered her head and whispered to him:
"This shop is very popular locally, which is quite a coincidence, I also come here often."
"Perhaps we've met before."
At the time, he thought that sentence was just a slight expression of regret.
Now, however, I'm somewhat slow to realize it:
Perhaps that is the answer.
I've seen it before—
Wensong Road is still quite lively at this time.
The road is impassable.
The assistant parked the car at the intersection in front of Wensong Road, and Fu Yanjing got out of the car.
The road ahead of him was bustling with activity, and people were everywhere.
But under the interplay of light and shadow from the streetlights and signboards, Fu Yanjing appeared somewhat alone.
The assistant couldn't help but have a complicated expression.
This was the first time he had ever seen Fu Yanjing in such a lonely and dejected state.
It turns out they were all wrong.
The rumored cold and indifferent Mr. Fu is not as heartless as ice.
He just hadn't met anyone who could melt his heart.
Because it has never appeared, I always feel that it does not exist.
So much so that when that person actually appeared, no one realized it, including Mr. Fu himself.
By the time you realize it, the sun has already set, and there won't even be any afterglow left.
*
The stalls at this location are very busy.
But the boss spotted Fu Yanjing immediately and greeted him with the same enthusiasm as always, "Young man, it's been a while since I've seen you. Are you still the same as before?"
"Yes, the same as always."
Behind him sat a young couple. Ever since Fu Yanjing arrived, the girl's gaze had been following him.
Half-jokingly and half-shocked, she said to her boyfriend next to her, "Look at this guy, dressed like an elite. So even domineering CEOs eat noodles at such an inconspicuous stall."
While slurping up noodles, her boyfriend replied, "There are quite a few rich people in Jiangbei City, and many hidden talents. One of my classmates from university, a rich second-generation, can't stand fancy food, but he loves the barbecue stalls near the school gate."
"Sigh, rich people have so many choices, and after all that, they end up returning to simplicity."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the owner came over carrying a steaming bowl of noodles.
"Here it comes. Clear soup noodles with cucumber strips. I saw you'd been drinking, so I didn't add any scallions."
Just as the steaming noodles were served, Fu Yanjing heard the girl behind him complain in disbelief once again.
"Are you crazy? Who would eat clear broth noodles with this? Won't the texture clash?"
In a moment of excitement, I couldn't control my voice.
Startled, her boyfriend quickly covered her mouth, saying, "Hey, keep your voice down. Why don't you just whisper it in his ear?"
The girl belatedly realized what had happened, blinked innocently, and said, "I just blurted it out. It's okay, he probably didn't hear me."
But as soon as they finished speaking, a refined-looking man at the table in front of them got up and walked over. He had a faint smell of alcohol on him, but his clear eyes showed no trace of weakness or lust.
It was very oppressive.
"You're not from Jiangbei?"
The girl stammered, "I...yes."
She felt ashamed that her thoughtless words had reached the man's ears.
The man's face in front of her was so heavily painted that it made her blush.
Although he hadn't entered the workforce yet, judging from the man's clothes and demeanor, he was clearly no ordinary person.
Fearing the man would relentlessly question her, she sincerely apologized:
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have commented on what you ate. Everyone has different tastes, that's normal. I just thought the combination was a bit odd, I didn't mean to offend you."
But he didn't seem angry.
He seemed a little dazed, and his dazed look made the girl wonder if he hadn't heard what she said at all.
This reaction was truly unusual. The girl waved her hand in front of Fu Yanjing's eyes and asked, "Are you alright?"
The lamplight was shrouded in mist, and the clarity in his eyes vanished in an instant, as if the effects of the alcohol were only now burning his throat. "Isn't this how people from Jiangbei eat noodles?"
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