Chapter 115: You are not from the same world
Chapter 115: You are not from the same world
An Yu had just left Xu Xiangbai's office when He Jiayu walked towards her.
She glanced down at An Yu and asked, "What were you doing in Xu Xiangbai's office?"
An Yu didn't even spare her a glance. "It's not your family's business. You're so narrow-minded, yet you're so nosy."
An Yu had no liking for He Jiayu, this two-faced green tea bitch, as she was like a lecherous old woman.
He Jiayu walked into Xu Xiangbai's office and saw Xu Xiangbai sitting in his office chair, looking at a photo on his phone.
She noticed the tie that Xu Xiangbai hadn't put away on his desk and asked, "An Yu came to your office just to bring you a tie?"
Xu Xiangbai, half-dazed, blurted out, "No, this is A-Jing's."
"What?"
Xu Xiangbai put the photos away. "Reporter Wen asked An Yu to bring them to me, and I'll pass them on to Fu Yanjing."
The return of such a small tie was quite an ordeal.
After Xu Xiangbai finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong.
What's the big deal about this? Why go to such lengths? Besides, how did this tie end up in reporter Wen's hands in the first place?
"Damn it—what did I miss?"
He Jiayu bit her lip. She had originally come to find Xu Xiangbai to discuss the new script. She was extremely dissatisfied with the supporting actress and was always afraid that the up-and-coming newcomer would steal her thunder.
But now, I have no desire to say anything.
He Jiayu clenched her fingers, her tone tentative, "Xiang Bai, is A-Jing going to make up with Reporter Wen?"
Xu Xiangbai recalled that just a few days ago, his grandmother had gossiped with him about how the Fu family had found him a daughter-in-law who was satisfactory in every way.
Now all that's missing is for the two of them to get to know each other.
He shook his head. "No."
I know Fu Yanjing too well. He is such a calm and rational person, yet he was raised by his family as their heir from a young age.
Everything was done with the family's interests first, and his personal emotions and desires were suppressed to a very low level.
From Xu Xiangbai's perspective, one can perhaps sense the unusual emotions and reactions Fu Yanjing experienced because of Wen Jinye.
But it is certain that such a reaction is insignificant in Fu Yanjing's world.
I could sense the anxiety He Jiayu had just displayed, and the relaxation he felt after he finished answering.
Xu Xiangbai gave He Jiayu a meaningful look, his expression unusually serious, "He won't reconcile with Reporter Wen, but he won't be friendly with you either."
He Jiayu's back suddenly stiffened. "Xiang Bai, what...do you mean?"
"We've been childhood sweethearts for a while now, and we all know perfectly well what women think of men when they don't mean it."
Xu Xiangbai said in a calm voice, "Don't have any unrealistic fantasies. The reason he treats you differently from other women is simply because he is indifferent to all women, and you just happened to be his shield in high school."
Some time ago, He Jiayu's team spent a lot of money to remove all the rumors about He Jiayu and Fu Yanjing from the internet, and Xu Xiangbai also put in a lot of effort behind the scenes.
For a long time, He Jiayu had been watching Fu Yanjing's deliberate attempts to get closer to him.
The fact that He Jiayu has gone to such great lengths to remove the trending topic now certainly doesn't mean she's suddenly realized her mistake.
High probability—
Ah Jing's patience had reached its limit.
Whether from the perspective of a boss or a friend, Xu Xiangbai has an obligation to make things clear to He Jiayu.
But when the words were about to come out, I softened my tone and said them more tactfully.
“You’re a smart person, you should know very well what Ah Jing carries on his shoulders: the glory of a century-old family. His marriage must be between equals.”
"So instead of worrying about whether Reporter Wen will reconcile with Ah Jing, you should just let it go."
"You are not from the same world."
The He family is still too small and insignificant.
He Jiayu lowered her eyes, concealing the subtle glint in them.
*
That evening, Huai Mi.
No one expected that this drinking party was actually organized by Fu Yanjing.
Xu Xiangbai arrived a little late because he was dealing with company matters. By the time he arrived, they had already had several rounds of drinks and were playing Texas Hold'em at the table.
Gambling culture is prevalent in Hong Kong, and the higher up the social circle, the bigger the gambling becomes.
Fu Yanjing had been exposed to card games since childhood and was an excellent player. Playing against them was like a complete annihilation for him.
When the group saw Xu Xiangbai, they treated him like a savior, saying, "You've finally come! Here, give me the cards quickly."
Xu Xiangbai glanced at it and said, "With such a bad hand, you're looking for someone to take over."
Many empty wine bottles were already on the ground.
The whiskey in the glass in front of Fu Yanjing gleamed faintly; he must have drunk quite a bit, but his expression remained calm and composed.
It looks weird no matter how you look at it.
Xu Xiangbai sat down next to Zhou Jichen and said, "Why do I feel like Brother Jing has been possessed these past few days?"
Zhou Jichen touched the cards. "What do you mean?"
"There's a sense of calm before the storm."
His current calm and indifference seem more like a facade of peace and tranquility, a suppression of some emotion.
Zhou Jichen glanced at Xu Xiangbai with satisfaction, "Not too stupid after all."
Xu Xiangbai's coat pockets were bulging. Zhou Jichen glanced at them casually and asked, "Are you carrying landmines?"
This gave Xu Xiangbai a sudden insight, and he quickly took out the tie. "Ah Jing, Wen—uh, you left your tie behind. Someone asked me to bring it to you."
All eyes turned to Fu Yanjing.
Although a tie isn't as private and intimate as underwear, for Fu Yanjing, it's definitely not something he can just casually drop.
In that gaze, there was inquiry, surprise, and ambiguity.
Various circulations.
Only Fu Yanjing, who was under the scrutiny of all eyes, paused in his card-playing motion and said indifferently, "Throw it away."
It's none of my business.
Xu Xiangbai shrugged, crumpled his tie into a ball, and tossed it into the trash can like a basketball shot.
This seemed like a very insignificant little incident.
But after the game ended, Fu Yanjing stood up.
"You guys have fun, go outside and make a phone call."
Xu Xiangbai sat down in Fu Yanjing's seat with a pounding fist, thinking that the victory was due to feng shui. The others also looked like they had escaped with their lives.
Fu Yanjing went out to return Qin Zhiyi's call.
The private room was too noisy, and he could guess what Qin Zhiyi was going to say, so he didn't want to answer.
The moment the call connected, as expected, I heard Qin Zhiyi's question, "A-Jing, why didn't you add Pianran as a friend?"
“There’s no need,” he said. “Anyway, you don’t need to know if you know each other when you get a marriage certificate.”
"How can you say that? Pianran is a good girl. Can't you stop acting like she's a hero going to her death and being sacrificed by her family? Can't a marriage between families of equal social standing be based on true love? As her mother, I also hope you'll be happy."
happiness?
Fu Yanjing was stunned for a moment, having absolutely no concept of this character.
What constitutes happiness, and what constitutes unhappiness?
His life was like a pre-programmed sequence, where he rationally took each step.
Personal feelings never influence his choices.
Fu Yanjing lost interest. "We'll see."
I hung up the phone.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, but couldn't find a lighter in his pocket.
We've settled into a private room.
Fu Yanjing put his phone away and turned to go back to the private room to get it.
Losing a lighter isn't a big deal, but he'd used that lighter for years and was used to it.
It is set with an emerald diamond.
While he was in the port city, a woman became curious about everything around him, even his lighter.
She repeatedly opened and closed the lighter, mimicking his flicking motion, the flickering flame reflecting in her eyes.
She was disappointed, unable to replicate his fluid and graceful movements.
Then she turned her attention to the diamond on the lighter and asked crisply, "Is this a real diamond?"
"Right?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Jin carefully returned the lighter to him.
They're afraid that even the slightest bump or scratch will cause them to blame themselves.
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