Chapter 22: Wen Jinye, what are you up to now?
Chapter Twenty-Two: Wen Jinye, what are you up to now?
Fu Yanjing's dark gaze remained fixed on the direction Wen Jinye had left in.
As far as I remember, she wasn't a very good drinker, and she was probably at her limit right now, running around in a mess and panic.
He is surrounded by women who are scheming and manipulative.
But back then, Wen Jin's methods, which were too sophisticated and lacked experience, were probably too superior.
Or perhaps that night he was drugged and felt hot all over, the first thing that came to mind was her refreshing gardenia scent.
That's why I tacitly approved of and tolerated all her little schemes.
Keep her by your side.
She acted so obediently back then that Fu Yanjing once thought she might really be different.
But as it turns out, she was just trying to slowly boil the frog in water; it wasn't the right time yet.
I don’t know when the breakup started, but she had already packed everything away. She didn’t take any of the expensive limited-edition clothes, but she left behind all her valuable jewelry.
Thinking of this, Fu Yanjing chuckled.
How ambitious must she be to have one goal after another?
Is marrying into a wealthy family her lifelong pursuit?
A long, thin black cigarette was handed over.
Fu Yanjing bit her lip, meeting Zhou Jichen's probing gaze. "She wouldn't happen to be the one you dated for three years in Hong Kong, would she?"
Fu Yanjing flicked the lighter, and the instant flame illuminated his cold and handsome features, while smoke drifted from his lips.
He didn't deny it, but instead asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Zhou Jichen lit a cigarette for himself and said frankly, "Besides this, I can't think of any other possibility."
He paused, then added in more detail, "As soon as she came in, you stared at her with that gloomy look in your eyes. I thought a wolf had spotted its prey."
“I understand her a little better than Xu Xiangbai, but not by much,” Fu Yanjing said casually. “I will never be interested in her again.”
Zhou Jichen just smiled and didn't reply.
As his cigarette was about to burn out, he pulled up his chat history, which was filled with dense white frames and black text, all messages from Wen Jinye.
"Her team leader is sick, with late-stage stomach cancer, and she asked me for help."
Fu Yanjing paused in his gesture of shaking off the bluish-white ash, the crimson stain on his hand burning as it was shaken off.
Zhou Jichen asked meaningfully, "Do you think I should take on this thorny problem?"
He spoke with a hint of inquiry, “I might not have any opinion even if this reporter said ten thousand things, but you only need to say one thing to make a difference.”
Fu Yanjing stubbed out his cigarette without glancing at the chat history.
With an air of indifference, he said in a detached voice, "Saving lives is your duty as doctors, it has nothing to do with me."
Zhou Jichen watched Fu Yanjing's composed figure leave, seemingly lost in thought.
If he heard correctly, Fu Yanjing had just deducted one from his score—
A high-sounding title for saving lives and healing the wounded?
So fresh.
*
The summer evening breeze felt slightly dry on people.
After Wen Jin ran out of the club, her head felt even heavier.
This strong liquor, which traveled across the ocean, looks appealing in color, but it tastes very spicy and has a powerful aftereffect.
She drank so much without considering the consequences; as the alcohol is absorbed into her body, she might collapse on the street in the next second.
Taking a taxi at this time is clearly not a wise move.
Wen Jin patted her groggy head and tried to search for nearby hotels.
But she always lacked luck at crucial moments, and was never a child favored by God.
Even at a time like this, all she wanted to do was book a hotel using her phone.
But misfortunes never come singly; why did the power have to go out at this crucial moment?
Wen Jin was also somewhat discouraged.
Not far away, the low beams of a black sedan shone in this direction as it slowly drove towards us.
Wen Jin was also blinded by the light, so she half-squatted down and buried her face in her arms.
The car door was pushed open, and Meng Qinghe rushed over in a panic, looking surprised and helpless. "Jin Ye, what are you doing here?"
Wen Jin's consciousness was already somewhat scattered. She slowly raised her head, blinked, and her brain slowly processed the information. "Meng Qinghe, what brings you here?"
"If you drive straight along this road, it'll be about 20 minutes to Jiangbei City Hospital," Meng Qinghe said. "I'm going to see Tang Man."
Although the person was rescued without serious injury, they had just escaped death and were in very poor condition.
"Tang Man also told me that she couldn't get in touch with you, and I was just about to go to your house to look for you."
Meng Qinghe approached and smelled an unusual odor emanating from Wen Jinye.
The fragrance emanating from her was sweeter, even the smell of alcohol was lighter, and not cloying.
Meng Qinghe sighed, "How much did you drink?"
He went forward to help Wen Jinye up; the woman's head was half-drooping, and her body was swaying uncontrollably.
Excruciatingly uncomfortable, Wen Jin's brows were furrowed, and her muffled voice sounded soft, "Oh dear, a zombie is eating my brain."
Meng Qinghe's heart melted into a pool of spring water, her eyes filled with tenderness.
This was the first time he had ever seen Wen Jinye so naive and innocent.
She is very well-behaved, soft, and cute.
She lacked her usual aloofness and restraint, and she didn't have that reserved manner of carefully keeping her distance.
But simply, vividly, Wen Jinye.
*
Not far away, Xu Xiangbai waited in the private room for Fu Yanjing to return, and even after Zhou Jichen returned, Fu Yanjing was nowhere to be seen.
He simply went out to look for it.
Then I saw Fu Yanjing standing in the night.
"What kind of air kept you up there for so long?"
Xu Xiangbai walked over and patted Fu Yanjing on the shoulder, his gaze following Fu Yanjing's deep gaze to Wen Jinye.
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "Doesn't Reporter Wen have a boyfriend?"
Speaking of this, Xu Xiangbai recalled the scene that had just happened in the private room and felt a headache coming on. "He Jiayu really went too far tonight. No matter what Wen Jinye's purpose was in coming here, there is no shortage of women with ulterior motives in this circle. As long as they are patriotic, friendly, and law-abiding, that's fine."
"Why make such a scene with reporter Wen?"
Fu Yanjing did not speak.
Xu Xiangbai glanced at him and suddenly discovered a new world.
"Hey—" he drawled, sounding incredibly excited, "What happened to your collarbone?"
Xu Xiangbai didn't think of anything in a negative way.
After all, Fu Yanjing is different from them. He has been self-important and arrogant for many years under the guise of a playboy. His only romantic relationship was with the one in Hong Kong, which is long over.
It's just too unbelievable. I racked my brains but couldn't think of anyone who could have injured the dignified Fu Yanjing.
"Did you get scratched by a cat?" Xu Xiangbai asked.
Fu Yanjing's eyes remained calm as he casually remarked, "He was bitten by a dog."
Meanwhile, Wen Jin, who was completely absorbed in her drunken world, was also drawn by Xu Xiangbai's strange cry.
She turned back several times, looking again and again, her hazy gaze carefully discerning the details.
Sudden--
"Wait a minute!" Wen Jin, like a model student, raised her hand with great enthusiasm. "I have something else to do!"
Meng Qinghe coaxed her softly, "What is it?"
Wen Jin shook off Meng Qinghe's hand that was on her arm, turned her body to the side, and locked her gaze on one of the two figures not far away.
Wen Jin also swaggered over.
Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled as she was about to stand in front of Fu Yanjing, tripping over something.
He braced himself against Fu Yanjing with both hands just in time.
His thin skin seemed to throb beneath his palm.
Fu Yanjing's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice sounded particularly low and hoarse in the night.
A single sentence in Cantonese seemed to carry a hint of tenderness, yet her eyes remained deep and unfathomable. "Wen Jinye, what are you up to now?"
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