Chapter 59: The Fireworks Are Gone
Chapter 59: The Fireworks Are Gone
The driver glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror and asked uncertainly, "Boss, shall we go?"
Fu Yanjing calmly watched the forlorn figure outside the window, his expression gradually turning cold.
Is she really that upset that her date with Song Jae-jin was delayed?
As if possessed, he dialed Wen Jinye's number.
Her resentful and indignant expression before answering the phone was very vivid; she was filled with resentment, and she even pretended to throw the ringing phone before answering it.
As a journalist, she possesses a high level of professionalism.
In an instant, his clear and gentle voice betrayed no emotion as he asked in a businesslike manner, "What are your instructions, Mr. Fu?"
Even though she knew that Fu Yanjing couldn't see her face through the phone's electrical current, Wen Jin still paid great attention to managing her facial expressions.
She wore a flawless professional smile on her face, but inwardly she couldn't help but curse him.
We can't just be so impatient, notifying her one second and then rushing her the next, can we?
Even if she were to fly, it would still take her time.
The sound of electricity gently flowed into my ears.
Wen Jin didn't receive a response from him for a long time. Unsure if he was still listening or if the signal was bad, she asked "Hello" in confusion.
"Fu Yanjing, are you listening?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Fu Yanjing said, "You seem quite dissatisfied."
It was a question, but he spoke in a calm tone, as if he were quite certain.
Wen Jin naturally denied it, saying, "No, I was just about to hail a taxi."
She told Fu Yanjing this as a reminder to herself, "After all, this is a short-term transaction, so I naturally have to do my duty."
Fu Yanjing didn't expose her, and said in a cold tone, "No need to take a taxi, I'm nearby."
Wen Jin was also stunned, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know where I was?"
The last word was spoken in a low and slow voice, as if he had realized something, and Wen Jin also looked up in a daze.
The path diagonally in front of the fountain square is lush with foliage, and the shadows of the trees sway in the breeze.
The headlights suddenly flashed on, and the black Bentley honked its horn.
The rear window slowly rolled down, and Fu Yanjing lifted his eyelids, watching as a blank look spread across her clear eyes, replaced by disbelief and surprise.
Wen Jin also pursed her lips and walked in that direction.
Is this the vicinity?
Isn't this just a stone's throw away?
She suddenly remembered.
I have a terrible sense of direction; I can't tell which way is north, south, east, or west within a kilometer of my home.
Fu Yanjing had previously installed a location chip on her phone.
Wen Jin later returned to Jiangbei. Although he changed his SIM card, he didn't change his phone.
It's not surprising that he can pinpoint his own location so accurately.
Thinking about how anxious and frustrated she had been when she was talking to him, Wen Jin wasn't sure if Fu Yanjing had seen it all.
She seemed a little awkward about being caught.
As they approached, before Wen Jin could even ask him why he had come to see her, she heard Fu Yanjing say, sparingly, "Get in the car."
She slowly opened the car door and got in.
The vehicle is moving.
The driver casually turned on the radio, which was broadcasting the hourly times.
At the same time, a loud bang erupted from the fountain plaza behind the vehicle.
Countless fireworks rose and burst into brilliant bloom, illuminating half of the night sky.
Wen Jin also subconsciously turned her head to look out the window, her gaze lingering on the distant fireworks.
The phone rang; it was a call from Song Zaizhen.
He apparently just met with An Kang and An Yu and discovered that Wen Jin had also left.
"Sister, why did you leave without telling me? I could have come to see you off."
"You guys have fun."
He said with a hint of regret, "But you won't be able to see the fireworks."
These are fireworks that he specially prepared for Wen Jinye.
As the car drove further away, the fireworks in the sky also became smaller in view as the distance increased.
Wen Jin watched the fireworks rise and fall quietly, her voice soft, "I saw them, they were beautiful."
Song Zaizhen seemed to chuckle on the phone.
"There will be more in the future."
"Um."
The call ended.
The fireworks extravaganza gradually subsided.
Fu Yanjing's cold voice rang out beside her, "So reluctant to part?"
Wen Jin also tapped her palm with her fingertips, not understanding why he was suddenly mocking her.
She asked in a calm tone, "If I like it, is that not allowed?"
She likes fireworks.
During their three years in the port city, they spent many moments watching fireworks together, and he even spent a fortune to light up half of the city with fireworks for Wen Jin.
But he still didn't know that Wen Jin also liked him.
Every time Wen Jin sees fireworks, she thinks of New Year's Eve.
After she finished all the chores for Zhao Qin, Zhao Qin casually served her a bowl of dumplings and sent her back to her cramped room, not wanting her to interrupt their family's happy time together.
Listening to the laughter and chatter coming from the living room, she gazed out the small window, another year passing by without her parents by her side.
The dumplings on the plate tasted bland, while the fireworks outside the window were dazzling and deafening.
Her repressed soul can escape briefly, hoping the new year will be a good one.
Year after year.
*
Wen Jin never expected that Fu Yanjing would exercise his rights to find her, only to find her a cooking partner.
He was hungry.
Wen Jin also gave Fu Yanjing a strange look, finding it quite inexplicable.
She noticed this when she visited Qiushui Bay last time; Fu Yanjing's semi-open kitchen was completely empty, serving only as a display area.
Could she possibly make it for him?
"What would you like to eat?"
The man replied casually, "Whatever."
This seemingly casual statement is actually more difficult than anything else.
Wen Jin also knew that he was very picky about food.
When Wen Jin lived in Gangcheng, the nanny at Xishan Mansion was a great cook. After Wen Jin moved in, she gained ten pounds.
Fu Yanjing actually eats out most of the time. On the rare occasions when she is at home, the nanny will rack her brains and work hard all day to prepare three meals a day.
However, even with all sorts of exquisitely presented and delicious dishes on the table, Fu Yanjing only ate a couple of bites perfunctorily.
It is an exact number, not an approximation.
Wen Jin went out with him. It wasn't that she hadn't been to those high-end restaurants with exorbitant prices, where the service fee alone could be as high as several thousand Hong Kong dollars.
But the taste was no different from what the nanny ate.
Of course, Fu Yanjing didn't eat much either.
Wen Jin racked her brains for ideas on upscale restaurants in Jiangbei, and tentatively asked, "How about Mingshanzhu?"
He was dissatisfied and sparingly tossed out a single word: "Nutritious."
They are still very difficult to please when it comes to food.
Wen Jin also recalled how, in high school, she would always try to create chance encounters with him in various places, both inside and outside the school, just so she could catch a glimpse of him.
The place with the highest success rate is Wensong Road.
It's close to the school, and there's a lot of everyday life there.
Looking at the bustling, lively atmosphere of the city, it seemed so out of place with his own temperament. But there was a small stall there that specialized in noodles, which was Fu Yanjing's most frequent haunt during high school.
It's not far from Aunt Lin's stall.
It's both heartbreaking and funny. The school isn't that big, but it's not that small either.
Back then, it was incredibly difficult to even think of a chance encounter with him.
But often, things turn out unexpectedly well.
The first time Wen Jinye bumped into Fu Yanjing on Wensong Road was when she was too scared to go home after school and often helped out at Aunt Lin's stall. When the busiest time passed, Aunt Lin would smile and insist on giving Wen Jinye several tens of yuan.
Sometimes it's twenty, sometimes it's fifty.
Fearing she wouldn't accept it, he even said it was "compensation."
But if she kept her money, it would only be taken away by Tan Donglin.
Her schoolbag was patched and mended so much that it was no longer usable.
Wen Jin also took the fifty yuan stained with oil and wanted to buy herself a new schoolbag.
That's how I saw Fu Yanjing and Xu Xiangbai at the noodle stall amidst the bustling crowd.
A breeze was blowing.
It stirred ripples in her heart.
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