Chapter 3: The chance to stand beside him will not come twice.
Chapter Three: The chance to stand beside him will not come twice.
Wen Jin was also somewhat confused.
Until Fu Yanjing took out a simple diamond hair clip from his suit pocket.
Her heartstrings suddenly trembled.
A dense, bittersweet sensation welled up inside me after a long absence.
Carrying the memories of the past rushing by, like a train passing over the tracks, the train flashes by, the roar lingering long afterward.
Fu Yanjing didn't give it to her directly.
Without a word, his broad, calloused hand caressed Wen Jinye's cheek. He leaned forward and used his other hand to pin a hair clip in her soft hair.
The way they were leaning over looked like they were whispering sweet nothings to each other from the side.
Extremely ambiguous.
His warm breath fell on my ear, but it wasn't a lover's whisper.
All that remained was the message: "Return it to its rightful owner."
Wen Jin's fingers tightened and then loosened. She whispered, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Fu."
Fu Yanjing didn't respond to this trivial remark.
Instead, he glanced casually at the uneasy Meng Qinghe beside him.
The implication was clear: "It's fate that brought us together. When Reporter Wen gets married, I'll give you a big red envelope."
"Mr. Fu has misunderstood our relationship."
"Really?" He lifted his eyelids slightly. "Then it's time to start looking."
"Mr. Fu, you don't need to worry about my love life."
Wen Jin also turned her face away, her cold and distant words masking the slight tremor in her voice, "We were just strangers who met by chance."
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It started raining outside.
The car window was open, and a cool breeze, accompanied by raindrops, lashed against Wen Jinye's face.
Meng Qinghe tactfully didn't ask anything, but through the rearview mirror, Wen Jin could meet his worried gaze several times.
He's so smart, and he understands himself so well.
They probably guessed something.
When facing her psychologist, Wen Jin said that she felt no burden at all.
Her voice was somewhat faint, "It was him."
She almost couldn't get over that failed relationship that kept her up at night and made her cry until dawn.
It concerns Fu Yanjing.
The scene of our breakup is still vivid in my mind.
She thought that given the vast distance and their differing social statuses, they should never see each other again in this life.
I never expected that we would reunite so quickly after only half a year.
Wen Jin also took off her hair clip.
My memory was suddenly pulled back to a seemingly ordinary morning.
They had only been together for a short time then.
Fu Yanjing returned home very late that day, so late that Wen Jin had already been asleep in bed for a while.
In the pitch-black night, when he bent down and hugged Wen Jinye, Wen Jinye smelled a perfume scent that did not belong to Fu Yanjing amidst the faint smell of tobacco.
With his illustrious background, countless people coveted Fu Yanjing amidst the clinking of glasses.
Wen Jin was so upset that she barely slept all night.
The next morning, Wen Jin couldn't resist throwing the shirt into warm water and scrubbing it repeatedly.
Fu Yanjing was woken up at this moment.
Xiao Xiao leaned against the door frame. "Why are you arguing about a piece of clothing so early in the morning?"
"It's silk, it can't withstand such violent abuse from you."
Wen Jinye's expression could only be described as resentful. "It smells like someone else's perfume."
She should have settled scores later, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes involuntarily reddened.
Fu Yanjing was happy to coax her, his warm fingertips carefully wiping away each rolling tear. "I have to find out who tried to hurt me last night and upset you."
Seeing that he was about to make a phone call to confront him and get to the bottom of things, Wen Jin quickly stopped him.
"I...it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that there's not a trace of me on you."
But it left behind the scent of others.
Before Wen Jinye could finish speaking, Fu Yanjing pinched her cheek and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, "I understand, it's time to assert our dominance."
It was clearly a joke.
But Fu Yanjing actually took off the hair clip she was using to hold her hair back, saying, "This will do."
In subsequent important occasions under the spotlight, Fu Yanjing wore custom-made clothes worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, but the buckle that fastened his tie was a cheap diamond clip.
At that time, his indulgence of her was merely a passing whim of a cat lover.
Or was there a fleeting moment of genuine feeling?
Wen Jin didn't know either.
She clutched the diamond hair clip tightly in her palm, feeling a sharp, cold pain.
The day I broke up with Fu Yanjing was also a damp, rainy night like this.
The man's figure was partially hidden in the dim light.
Smoke curled from his fingertips as he smiled nonchalantly, offering no attempt to persuade him to stay.
"It's good that you've thought it through."
What she left on Fu Yanjing has now been returned.
Wen Jin understood as well.
This is a form of criticism.
Just as Fu Yanjing said when they broke up.
She would never have the chance to stand beside him again.
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The ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Tang Man's test results came back: malignant tumor, late-stage stomach cancer.
When Wen Jin and Meng Qinghe pushed open the door, still damp from the rain, she had just undergone chemotherapy the night before and was sitting cross-legged on the bed peeling an apple.
Illness strikes like a landslide.
The person who used to speak with a strong voice now had pale lips.
Wen Jin stepped forward, her tone reproachful: "Did you even listen to the doctor's orders? Can you really eat this?"
"This is for you."
Tang Man invited Wen Jin to sit down as well, and then saw Meng Qinghe standing at the door, which made her happy.
"Oh, I only cut one. I didn't expect that Dr. Meng would still take the time to come see me, even though my relationship with him is so superficial."
Her eyes darted between the two of them, "I wonder whose favor she got."
How was today's interview?
Wen Jin's voice was a little hoarse, "It went quite smoothly."
Tang Man sighed, "If Mingjing can't be kept, I won't be able to die in peace."
Considering her untimely death at the age of thirty, studying at the Mingjing Academy was something she had strived for her entire life.
Wen Jin quickly covered her mouth, "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Quickly avoid the omen!"
Humans are insignificant in the face of life and death, and gods and Buddhas, or superstitions, become their only solace.
The moment her hand touched Tang Man's lips, Tang Man's stomach suddenly churned.
She hugged the trash can, retching violently until she felt dizzy and disoriented.
Looking up, she saw that Wen Jin's eyes were even redder than hers, and her head was shaking left and right like a little rattle drum, avoiding Tang Man's gaze.
Tang Man said in a relaxed tone, "Every time I saw you, I reminded you to eat regularly and protect your stomach. I never thought that I would be diagnosed with stomach cancer myself."
Thinking of Tang Man's less-than-optimistic health condition, Wen Jin couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
"By the way, I heard that the powerful heir from the Hong Kong entertainment circle not only landed in Jiangbei, but also participated in this interview."
She rinsed her mouth with warm water, which lessened the bitterness. "Those media outlets, whether they have good intentions or not, must be scrambling to get their heads together."
Wen Jin also said, "That head-to-shoulder ratio is excellent."
She and Meng Qinghe exchanged a subtle glance, neither of them mentioning that they had just met Fu Yanjing.
Tang Man said enthusiastically, "I reckon when you start work tomorrow, Fatty Wang will definitely arrange for someone to try and get an interview with him."
"If he could accept Mingjing's exclusive interview, our program might be revitalized."
She was in a dark and hopeless hospital room, but she was well-informed.
Wen Jin pretended to be relaxed, "Who was reporting to you while you were resting? Even the donkeys in the production team couldn't stand that."
"Do I need someone else to tell me?"
Tang Man stuffed the apple into Wen Jinye's mouth and turned on her phone.
"Is there anyone in the entire Jiangbei area who doesn't use the internet these days?"
Fu Yanjing's perfunctory remarks at the interview easily landed him on the headlines of both entertainment and finance.
Several trending topics were about him.
The first character, "爆" (explosive), was particularly eye-catching in bright red.
#So cute! Hong Kong entertainment heir and actress Ho Ka-yu attend Jiangbei economic forum together, looking very close#
Wen Jin also took a bite of the apple; it was very juicy.
A faint bitter taste lingered in my mouth.
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