Chapter 151: Your Ex-Girlfriend is Quite Charming
Chapter 151: Your Ex-Girlfriend is Quite Charming
On the night he returned to Hong Kong, Fu Yanjing made it very clear that their relationship was just a charade, and would only go so far as to end there.
Without any real emotion, one naturally can't act out a tender and affectionate scene.
All he could offer was mutual respect and courtesy.
Once Mr. Fu is feeling better, he will take the initiative to explain things to the media and the Sheng family, and then offer a generous reward as compensation.
However, Sheng Pianran was not satisfied with this.
Fu Yanjing is the best marriage partner; she came here with the intention of a marriage alliance from the very beginning.
"So what, Brother Jing?" Sheng Pianran smiled sweetly, a hint of stubborn determination in her eyes. "I'm willing."
"Sheng Pianran, that's enough." His tone carried a warning that kept people at arm's length.
Sheng Pianran stuck out her tongue. "I heard Young Master Xu from Jiangbei call you that before. I think it's quite sweet and it can also shorten the distance between us."
Fu Yanjing's expression was cold and aloof; the scorching sunlight couldn't dispel the chill in his eyes. "You're really into your role."
"Yes, I wish we could turn this fake relationship into a real one."
Fu Yanjing scoffed.
"Don't you have a boyfriend abroad? If I remember correctly, you two were chasing the sunset in Switzerland a week before you returned to China."
Even though he knew that someone of Fu Yanjing's status would have their background thoroughly investigated no matter who appeared by his side.
But Sheng Pianran was still pleasantly surprised.
"You're investigating me? You're interested in me?"
Fu Yanjing slightly parted his lips, his tone calm and even, "I just don't have the habit of stealing what others love."
"He's quite sensible. He knew from the beginning that our family backgrounds weren't a good match, so he just like me, hoping for a short-lived pleasure."
The seemingly casual words stirred up a burning emotion in Fu Yanjing's heart.
He couldn't help but think:
Was it because of this that Wen Jin was also with him back then, and thus always lived in fear, harboring a desire for fleeting pleasure?
When Fu Yanjing sent people to investigate Sheng Pianran's past relationships, he also learned about his ex-girlfriend along the way.
After their breakup, they lived a life of debauchery and became completely distraught.
Unlike Sheng Pianran, who appeared so calm and carefree.
What about Wen Jinye back then?
Beneath that clear-headed and relaxed exterior during the breakup, could there also be an overwhelming surge of painful and unforgettable emotions?
Sheng Pianran knew that the biggest fear in a marriage between wealthy families was that outside affairs would come out and tarnish the reputation and face of both families.
She became increasingly confident, "Don't worry, he won't bother us. Besides, didn't you have a woman in Hong Kong for three years? It was just a fling, and I don't care. Why are you asking about my past?"
"The most important thing is that now, we've let go of those fleeting romances. We never cared about them from the beginning anyway. As long as you're willing, we can make this marriage completely innocent."
The sound of the bells still echoed in the distance.
The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature in the port city was still scorching even in autumn, with lush foliage.
Fu Yanjing squinted, his voice instantly drowned out by the sound of the bell.
"I didn't play."
*
Grandpa Fu was pushed out of the main hall in a wheelchair. He still looked sick, but his spirits had improved a lot.
Their gazes passed over the thronging figure and landed on this side.
Sheng Pianran held up her hand, which was almost healed, in front of Fu Yanjing. The blood that had seeped out earlier meandered down her fingertips, leaving a small trail.
"Could you wipe it for me? Grandpa likes to watch this kind of thing, doesn't he?"
Fu Yanjing had no idea how Qin Zhiyi had boasted to the old man.
If the old man discovers that his marriage with Sheng Pianran was about to be a complete lie from the beginning, the anger and frustration he feels from being deceived could very well destroy his already frail health.
He knew the old man doted on him, and the more he did so, the more he cared about his important life events.
Fu Yanjing took out a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket, gently wrapped it around Sheng Pianran's fingers, and whispered a warning in the most tender manner, "You should stop now."
His brooch was also stained with blood.
Fu Yanjing had no recollection of the brooch. The coat was something he had brought from Jiangbei. When the maid asked if he wanted it dry-cleaned and ironed, he inexplicably smelled a faint gardenia fragrance on the coat.
So it's been hanging in the closet ever since.
As Fu Yanjing removed the brooch, intending to casually put it in his pocket, a strand of hair entwined around it became particularly clear in the sunlight.
The bell, which had rung 108 times, stopped ringing, its echo lingering in the valley.
His composed expression suddenly froze on his face, and only his fingertips, which were touching the brooch, were trembling.
My memory was suddenly pulled back to the sofa in Wen Jinye's house.
He deliberately tripped her and made her fall into his arms.
Her ear was pressed tightly against his chest, where his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
Fu Yanjing then realized that he had never truly let go.
But she let it go.
That light and soft strand of hair was like the last snowflake that triggered an avalanche, causing Fu Yanjing's feigned composure to crumble instantly.
"What's so special about this brooch that you keep looking at it?" Sheng Pianran clenched her injured finger, her eyes filled with resentment. "What kind of lousy design is this? It's so inhumane. Is this some kind of designer killer?"
Fu Yanjing pursed his lips and did not answer.
The Buddha said that the six senses should be purified and the four elements should be empty.
Fu Yanjing discovered that he couldn't do anything.
Only a certain obsession grows wildly under the pull of this single strand of hair.
*
Niki's cooperation was all an act!
During the wedding ceremony, Wen Jin also brought Niki into the venue.
But the fat dog, who was always docile and obedient in Wen Jinye's hands, suddenly became excited.
Just as she was about to step onto the long platform, Niki suddenly changed direction and darted around wildly.
Wen Jin also tried to pull it, but a slender woman weighing only eighty-odd pounds wearing six-centimeter high heels simply couldn't hold back a fat dog that was charging forward.
Wen Jin was also holding onto the dog leash, being pulled along by Niki like a kite being flown.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was controlling whom.
She swayed unsteadily and was forced to run after Niki.
Until the auditorium door was pushed open by a waiter.
This was the scene that Meng Qinghe saw when he walked in.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Niki made a sharp turn, throwing Wen Jin off as well.
Meng Qinghe stretched out his long arm and steadily supported Wen Jinye's out-of-control body, preventing the tragic scene of him kissing the ground.
Niki, unaware of the trouble she was causing, was having a blast, wagging her tail like a propeller.
Without Wen Jinye's restraint, it rubbed against this and sniffed around.
Ji Shuxin stood under the streetlights and shouted at Niki, her voice so seductive it was almost hoarse.
"Come find your mother, come and give her a ring."
Perhaps it was maternal love that awakened the rebellious son's conscience, and he actually wiggled his hips and walked onto the stage.
Despite the unusual route.
The process was fraught with difficulties.
But ultimately, the outcome was good.
But Wen Jin isn't doing too well either.
The dog leash left a horrifying red mark on my palm.
After regaining her balance, Wen Jin stepped out of Meng Qinghe's embrace, still somewhat shaken. "Luckily you came."
He watched as the woman breathed a sigh of relief; her earlier panic had left her with beads of sweat on her forehead.
Meng Qinghe gently straightened her disheveled dress, his gentle tone tinged with relief.
"Fortunately, I wasn't too late."
In the VIP section, Zhao Jinming's camera zoomed in more than ten times to clearly capture this tender moment.
He sent it to someone, enjoying doing this kind of gloating.
"Your ex-girlfriend was quite charming."
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