Chapter 204: Chirp, your mom doesn't want you anymore.
Chapter 204: Chirp, your mom doesn't want you anymore.
The man sitting in the back seat watched quietly.
Watching the autumn sunset cast its soft glow upon Wen Jinye, she felt an inexplicable gentleness and tenderness.
He also watched as her eyebrows curved, her clear pupils shimmering with light, and she smiled at Meng Qinghe.
at last--
He watched as she got into the man's passenger seat.
The car started and gradually drove away from the parking lot.
Dong Qi cautiously peered through the rearview mirror at the person behind him.
There was also a dog.
After careful consideration, he finally asked, "Boss, should we follow them?"
Fu Yanjing's posture of turning his head to look out the window remained unchanged, his profile was cold and sharp, and his thin lips were pursed into a cold, hard line.
From Dong Qi's perspective, his expression was not visible.
Yet you can feel the air pressure dropping to freezing point.
"Boss, they've already gone far away."
Dong Qi whispered a reminder again.
Along with that unspoken implication:
If we don't chase after her now, we'll never catch her again.
Suddenly, Qiuqiu, who was quietly lying on the back seat, let out two soft whimpers and jumped onto Fu Yanjing's lap.
Fu Yanjing finally withdrew his gaze, and beneath his calm face, his deep, dark eyes seemed to be surging with undercurrents.
"No need to chase."
He stroked the chick, his tone indifferent as if he were detached and didn't care at all.
However, his furrowed brow betrayed his unease at that moment.
The air fell silent once more.
The assistant sat motionless in the car, waiting for Fu Yanjing's instructions.
a long time--
He finally spoke in a low murmur, but it was to the dog.
"Chirp chirp, it's not that I don't want to take you to find your mother, it's that your mother doesn't want you anymore."
*
The people at the pet hospital probably really misunderstood the relationship between Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing.
So the latest news about Qiuqiu was sent to Fu Yanjing first.
The nurse said that Chiu Chiu's condition has recovered very well, and the new blood test results are also very good.
After a few more days of injections to consolidate the treatment, hospitalization for observation is no longer necessary.
So they can pick up Chiu Chiu anytime they want.
You can take him to the hospital for an injection the next day.
Others may not understand, but Dong Qi understands it very well.
Before receiving this message, Fu Yanjing was still immersed in a bunch of complicated data. Although he wasn't exactly overwhelmed, he was definitely on edge.
The Fu Group has recently faced some new changes, and those in power must be extremely cautious in their decisions.
He had been sitting in his office, meditating for two hours.
The air pressure was so low it was suffocating.
But even such a seemingly insignificant text message could make a man suppress his rage.
So he picked up his coat from the sofa and specifically instructed Dong Qi to change to an ordinary car that was so low-key that no one would give it a second glance on the street.
First, I picked up Qiuqiu, and then we went to the TV station building.
The man, whose income is calculated in seconds, patiently waited for reporter Wen for over an hour.
But what awaited him was her leaving side by side with another man.
Seeing his boss scare the dog, Dong Qi sighed silently to himself.
Chiu Chiu didn't know if it was because it sensed the man's low spirits or because the environment itself made it uneasy.
The whimpering did not stop.
Fu Yanjing looked at it with a complex expression, a certain emotion hidden in his eyes:
He gently reminded Qiuqiu, "Don't disturb your mom's date."
I don't know if it was said to the dog.
I was talking to myself.
Dong Qi held his breath and concentrated.
They awaited Fu Yanjing's next instructions.
He was like a needle hidden in the boss's unspoken thoughts.
They constantly monitor the boss's emotional state.
He could naturally sense his boss's suppressed displeasure and the surging of cold jealousy.
Given Fu Yanjing's temperament, his power was enough to keep everything he desired by his side.
However, Wen Jin is clearly an exception.
Dong Qi thought that Fu Yanjing would instruct him to catch up with Meng Qinghe's car and, like the first time, stop the car on the side of the road.
Or, appear at the place where they had dinner together.
But he didn't say anything.
They didn't ask Dong Qi to do anything either.
Now, he is the one begging for mercy.
Wen Jin also has the right to interact with others and even accept others, doesn't she?
only--
Fu Yanjing looked out the window at the now empty space.
He originally intended to use the emperor to command the feudal lords, and while Qiuqiu was being courting him, he also wanted Wen Jin to have dinner with him.
Unexpected.
And just like that, someone beat them to it.
*
On the other side...
Located next to a park by Jingshui Lake, the community boasts a tranquil environment and is one of the most suitable retirement homes in Jiangbei.
Wen Jin also got off the bus, thinking of the yellowed photo the old man had shown her earlier.
The woman in the picture was bright and beautiful, but her life was forever frozen in her twenties.
Wen Jin also restyled her hair based on her memory.
This was the first time Wen Jin had done something so blatantly impersonating someone, and she was still uneasy. "Would this make it look more convincing?"
Meng Qinghe smiled gently, "You don't need to be nervous, Grandma won't find out."
One elevator per household.
The elevator ascended to the fourth floor.
As soon as the door opened, I saw an elderly person standing at the entrance, being helped by someone, with hopeful eyes.
The moment their eyes met, the old man burst into tears.
"My little one, you've come to see your mother! You've finally decided to come see me..."
The old man walked over excitedly, his hunched figure and unsteady steps making him appear more energetic.
The woman supporting her grandmother from behind rushed to help, but the grandmother's aged hand was already trembling as she reached out to Wen Jinye.
Wen Jin also felt heartbroken and quickly grabbed the old man's hand, giving him a foothold as he stumbled along.
The woman behind her also gave Wen Jin a grateful yet helpless look.
Wen Jin nodded slightly in response.
Grandma led Wen Jin into the house.
She muttered to herself, "My dear, I'm afraid I'm not doing well anymore. My memory isn't what it used to be. I've forgotten why I haven't seen you for so long. But seeing you like this, I know you haven't suffered outside, which is good."
Wen Jin's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"I'm doing very well."
"Then please come visit me more often, okay? Lately, there have been so many strangers coming and going from my house, and I don't know any of them. As I get older, I feel lonely and scared..."
Wen Jin listened quietly.
Her closest relatives were standing outside the door, but she didn't recognize them.
The only thing that remains clearly in my memory is my daughter who died young.
There is the commemoration of the dead, and the loneliness and desolation of the elderly.
Anyone would feel a pang of sadness.
Wen Jin let her grandmother hold her hand tightly and not let go.
The dishes on the table smelled delicious.
Grandma handed her the chopsticks.
"Try this, you love Mom's sweet and sour pork the most. They won't let Mom cook for you, but I won't listen! My daughter has loved my cooking since she was little. Try it, is it still your favorite taste?"
Wen Jin also picked it up with chopsticks, took a small bite, and chewed it slowly.
She probably added too much salt because her hand was shaking.
The salty taste filled my entire mouth.
But the more you chew, the more bitter it becomes.
He met the expectant gaze of the old man.
Wen Jin smiled brightly, "It's delicious."
A smile returned to the old man's face.
Meng Qinghe remained standing outside the door.
The woman supporting the grandmother was his mother.
Seeing the two figures walking towards the dining table, I walked over.
"Where did you find this? It really does look like him. Is this the reporter Wen you mentioned to me before?"
Meng Qinghe nodded. "It's her."
Mencius' mother, who knew everything, took her son's hand and patted it, saying, "Try your best."
"Mom, she and I are just friends."
“You are a piece of my flesh and blood, and I can see through your thoughts better than anyone else.”
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