Chapter 70: Why didn't you invite me in?
Chapter Seventy: Why Didn't They Invite Me In?
They broke up cleanly back then, and Wen Jin left just as cleanly.
She only took her own things.
She didn't even glance at those jewelry pieces, let alone take them with her.
Fu Yanjing didn't even know this.
Perhaps, after she left, Fu Yanjing felt that Xishan Mansion was unlucky and never set foot there again.
Anyway, he's rich, and he has multiple burrows; he owns properties all over Hong Kong.
During the half-minute that Wen Jin silently recalled, Fu Yanjing had already lost interest in her answer.
He unbuckled the passenger seatbelt, got out of the car, and eventually sat back in the driver's seat.
That night, Fu Yanjing drove Wen Jinye home in his dented Porsche.
Wen Jin wasn't surprised at all that Fu Yanjing knew where she lived.
Anyone can be as transparent to him as long as he wants to understand them.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Wen Jin unbuckled her seatbelt and got out.
It felt awkward to spend even one more minute with him.
Fu Yanjing chuckled, and as the car door closed, a gust of wind blew in, carrying the scent of gardenias from her hair.
His nose felt itchy, and he felt his craving for cigarettes returning.
Fu Yanjing lowered the window halfway and lazily took a cigarette in his mouth.
Wen Jin didn't expect that she would run into her neighbor, Grandma Wang, as soon as she got off the bus.
She was hunched over, holding a dog on a leash in one hand and carrying a large bag of discounted fruit from the supermarket in her arms.
It was teetering on the brink of collapse.
When Grandma Wang saw Wen Jinye, she felt like she had seen a savior.
Pointing to the car behind Wen Jinye, she asked, "Xiao Wen, did you go home with your boyfriend?"
"Could you have your boyfriend come to my house and take a look at the water heater? It keeps beeping and I don't know what's wrong." As she spoke, she crossed her arms dramatically. "I'm afraid it'll explode."
Wen Jin glanced awkwardly at the black car behind her.
There were many misunderstandings, and I didn't know where to begin to explain.
"He is not me..."
Just as Wen Jin opened her mouth, she heard the sound of a car door closing behind her.
Fu Yanjing casually tossed the unlit cigarette into the car.
Grandma Wang blinked several times, wondering if her eyesight was failing due to old age.
Why does she look different from the man from that night?
This one looks more mature and less approachable.
It wasn't a sharp edge, but rather the air of a noble young master, like the bright moon on a high platform, completely out of place in this neighborhood and in the lives of ordinary people like them.
Grandma Wang stared in disbelief. "This is your...new boyfriend?"
Fu Yanjing's eyes were icy and indifferent. "And there's my ex-boyfriend too."
Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Grandma Wang sighed in annoyance, "Oh dear, old people's minds just get slower."
Her eyes darted around awkwardly, and finally she managed to say, "Yeah, your last boyfriend was so rude. He was yelling and screaming in the hallway and he was so emotionally unstable. This one is better, this one is better."
Wen Jin also took a deep breath.
"no."
"Grandma Wang, none of them are."
Wen Jin considered her words for a moment, "That was just a client I've worked with before, this one—"
At this moment, right now, she is considered a class enemy.
But Wen Jin didn't say it aloud before Fu Yanjing's voice interrupted.
Seemingly interested in meddling, he asked Grandma Wang, "Which floor? I'll come and check for you."
"Oh!" Grandma Wang looked at Fu Yanjing gratefully, and led him into the building entrance while saying, "Xiao Wen and I are neighbors, both on the eighth floor."
Grandma Wang's children are not around; she and her elderly husband live together in this city, relying on each other for survival.
Wen Jin didn't say anything more, but he was a little surprised that he would be such a kind-hearted person who was always willing to help others.
But how could a pampered young master who never lifts a finger to do housework possibly spot a problem with a water heater?
Grandma Wang warmly led Wen Jin and Fu Yanjing into their house.
Very clean and simple.
Fu Yanjing took off his expensive watch, rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, and took the screwdriver, wrench, and other tools that Grandma Wang handed him.
The warm yellow light shone on his brow bone.
There's a strange sense of marital bliss about me.
Wen Jin had never encountered a Fu Yanjing like this before.
He actually does it.
After pressing the pressure pump a few times and then turning on the power, the water heater indeed stopped making noise.
With her problem solved, Grandma Wang beamed with joy and couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart, "Xiao Wen, you've found such a good boyfriend. Not only is he handsome, but he's also so capable."
Wen Jin opened her mouth as well, "He's not my boyfriend."
Grandma Wang instantly gave him a knowing look.
Although she is old, she still goes online.
They are also very accepting of young people's romantic relationships.
"I see, he's still pursuing you, isn't he?"
"Let me tell you, Xiao Wen, men like this are rare. You two should get to know each other better and give him a chance," Grandma Wang advised earnestly. Actually, the little boy who disturbed her that night was quite good-looking, but he was just too rude.
She only refrained from complaining about the property management company because of Wen Jinye.
But this one is different.
He looks very composed.
Wen Jin, however, disagreed.
Fu Yanjing is pursuing her?
She was afraid of shortening her lifespan.
However, as the person who was misunderstood, Fu Yanjing simply stood aside indifferently, adopting an attitude of not caring about anything that was none of his business.
"Grandma Wang."
Wen Jin sighed helplessly and had no choice but to speak up himself.
"Ouch, ouch, my water's boiling."
Grandma Wang patted her forehead and walked unsteadily into the kitchen, interrupting Wen Jinye's words.
This topic was never brought up again.
The elderly go to bed early. After the water heater was fixed, Grandma Wang warmly stuffed the wontons she had made the night before into Wen Jinye's arms.
After some tug-of-war, they still couldn't persuade the old man, who was determined to feed them.
Wen Jin also took a box of wontons and went out with Fu Yanjing.
She lives across from Grandma Wang.
Wen Jin also lowered her head and rummaged through her bag to find the keys.
As she was about to open the door, she glanced at the man standing in the hallway.
He slowly and deliberately fastened his wristwatch, the dial gleaming coldly under the corridor lights.
Wen Jin hesitated for a moment. Although he wasn't helping Grandma Wang because of him, he still spoke up.
Thank you for tonight.
She paused, then added, "It's to thank you for helping Grandma Wang fix the water heater."
She couldn't bring herself to say a word of thanks to Song Zaizhen for what she had done.
There was nothing between her and Song Zaizhen to begin with, but Song Zaizhen's pursuit of Wen Jinye only caused her trouble.
Besides, if she really had something going on with Song Jae-jin...
Fu Yanjing's actions were not intended to make her see the true nature of this scumbag.
Instead, he was keen to whisper sarcastic remarks in her ear.
It's hard to reconcile Fu Yanjing with the image of a petty person who kicks someone when they're down.
What was wrong with him, or was he really holding a grudge because he was rejected when he initiated the breakup?
Wen Jin didn't know either.
But Wen Jin was nervous every time Fu Yanjing appeared in front of her.
I have to remind myself again and again not to repeat the same mistakes in order to suppress the bitterness rising in my heart.
There was never a completely dead feeling.
Fu Yanjing didn't respond to her obvious subtext.
Insert the key into the spool and turn it gently.
Chiu Chiu had already sensed her presence and transformed into a whining monster indoors.
“Clatter.”
The door was pushed open a crack.
Wen Jinye's fair wrist was covered by a warm force.
His tall figure leaned against the wall next to Wen Jinye's house, casting a large shadow over her.
His deep, dark eyes reflected only Wen Jinye's figure.
"I've done your neighbor a huge favor and earned you a good relationship. Won't you invite me in for a chat?"
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