Chapter 13: Sister, can I add you on the contact list?
Chapter Thirteen: Sister, can I add you on the contact list?
Fu Yanjing watched the car pass by and suddenly smiled.
He Jiayu's eyes darkened, but her face remained calm, with a smile on her face. "That car is quite valuable."
She looked at him with admiration, saying, "Miss Wen is very good at using her beauty as a weapon to help herself get out of difficult situations."
"If only I had half her ability to thrive in the chaotic entertainment industry, I could be just as good as her. Unfortunately, my pride just won't budge..."
Fu Yanjing did not speak.
The wipers swung faster and faster, but the water droplets on the windshield kept coming in denser and denser.
He stepped on the gas and drove away in the opposite direction from the other car.
...
On the other car.
Wen Jin only realized there was another boy in the back seat after she got on the bus.
She was already soaked through, and as soon as she sat down, a puddle of water appeared on the carpet beneath her feet.
Wen Jin was also a little embarrassed.
In the driver's seat, An Kang turned off the air conditioning. He was chewing gum, which made his voice a little slurred. "Sister Jinye, when I saw you just now, I thought I was seeing things. It's dangerous to be out here in this weather."
Wen Jin was also somewhat dazed.
Back when she first went to university in Gangcheng, An Yu's younger brother was just a little kid who was beaten and cried for skipping class by climbing over the wall.
I never expected him to have grown so much when I returned to Jiangbei.
He's grown up to be so handsome, and he looks about 60% like An Yu.
The boy sitting in the back seat was even more extreme.
Seeing Wen Jinye's scrutinizing gaze through the rearview mirror, An Kang laughed heartily, "Hey, I forgot to introduce you to Sister Jinye. This is Song Zaizhen next to you, my college classmate, and also my current sugar daddy."
Wen Jin hesitated, "The sugar daddy?"
An Kang thought of something and gritted his teeth, "It's about how I lost to him in a game and agreed to be his driver for a month."
The boy named Song Zaizhen was also very arrogant, saying rudely, "Stop barking. If you're not satisfied, we can fight again. I don't mind if you work as my driver again next month."
The two of them chatted and joked around.
Wen Jin was somewhat distracted.
I feel like I've heard or seen the name Song Zaizhen somewhere before.
As she was thinking, her nose tingled, and a suppressed sneeze escaped from Wen Jinye's palm.
The next second, a sports jacket with a fresh, soapy scent was draped over Wen Jinye's shoulders.
Wen Jin also looked up and met the dog's bright, smiling eyes.
"Sister, there are no towels in the car, you can use my coat."
"……Thanks."
Wen Jin subconsciously grabbed the coat that was about to slip off her shoulder, but unexpectedly touched warm fingertips.
Was it an accident?
An Kang, who was driving in the front, glanced at the back and bristled, "Song Zaizhen, let me tell you, this is my sister. Stop trying to curry favor with her."
Song Zaizhen chuckled nonchalantly, "I remember your sister was an actress."
Ankang said, "Given the relationship between my sister and me, they're practically like sisters, even if they're not blood sisters, okay?"
He paused, then said, "Back when my sister was chasing me, determined to poke a hole in my head with her slipper, it was Jinye who stopped her and saved my life."
"Jinye and I have a life-or-death bond."
"You already have your own sister, so it's not unreasonable for me to get to know her, is it?"
An Kang seemed to be thinking, "I'm warning you, don't use your girl-seducing tricks on my sister Jin Ye. A playboy is not good enough for my sister Jin Ye."
Song Zaizhen pursed his lips, his expression suddenly becoming more serious. "Even a prodigal son can turn back."
After saying that, he looked at Wen Jinye and said in a disrespectful tone, "Right, sister?"
Wen Jin didn't realize that their bickering had somehow brought the topic back to her.
Wen Jin had been somewhat distracted and hadn't been paying attention to what was being said, so he could only resort to his universal answer formula.
He nodded sincerely and said, "Yes."
I don't even know if I'm right or wrong.
But when she saw the big boy next to her, she suddenly smiled.
The wind was gentle and the moon was bright, carrying the unique freshness of youth.
Somewhat like—
Seventeen years old, Fu Yanjing in Wen Jinye's memory.
Due to the bad weather, they drove very slowly all the way, and it was already 8 p.m. when they arrived at Wenjinye Community.
Wen Jin had just thanked Song Zaizhen and was about to get off the bus when Song Zaizhen called her back.
He waved his phone. "Hey, can I get your contact information, sis?"
Wen Jin thought about it. The coat that Song Zaizhen had draped over her was almost completely wet. She had originally planned to dry clean it in a couple of days and then hand it over to An Kang.
Since Song Zaizhen wants to add her as a friend, it's better to just hand it over to the person in charge.
She opened her phone, and with a "beep," the QR code was successfully scanned.
Ankang practically wanted to shove the car inside the building entrance, so Wen Jin didn't brave the wind and rain this time.
He ran a few steps and rushed into the stairwell.
When she got home, she first fed Qiuqiu a can of food to soothe the little whimper. Wen Jin then took a warm bath, and her body gradually warmed up.
The phone buzzed.
I received several WeChat messages in succession.
A message from Song Jae-jin: "Sister, remember to drink some ginger tea."
There are also some from Tangman.
[Wen Jinye, why do you always take the blame? Fatty Wang is clearly trying to make fun of you two; no matter what he does, he'll have a good reputation.]
Wen Jin also glanced at it and sighed silently.
Although she had told many of her colleagues who knew about it not to tell Tang Man, the news still reached Tang Man's ears.
Her health indicators are not good right now, so she shouldn't be putting in so much effort.
While Wen Jin was replying to Song Zaizhen with a thank you, Tang Man sent several more messages.
Even through the screen, Wen Jin could feel Tang Man's anger.
[I'm going to personally challenge Fatty Wang to a duel! I'll scratch that fatso's face to a pulp!]
[Those who bully me while I'm away, do they think I'm dead?]
I was so angry I wanted to pull out the tumor in my stomach and smash it over his head.
Wen Jin hurriedly made a phone call, saying, "Calm down quickly. Right now, you absolutely must avoid any major emotional fluctuations."
Tang Man took a deep breath, and after calming down, she asked in a somewhat dejected tone, "So what do you plan to do now?"
"Fu Yanjing's interview has been finalized as expected. He asked me to go tomorrow, but I haven't had time to inform Xiaoyin yet."
"Oh...that's fine then." Tang Man breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly realized something and raised her voice eight octaves, even waking up Qiuqiu, who was dozing off in Wen Jinye's arms.
"What?! You got an exclusive interview with Fu Yanjing?!"
Thinking of the hurtful words he said in Fu Yanjing's office this evening, Wen Jin wasn't as excited as Tang Man, but she felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest.
She hummed in agreement. "So, you don't need to bother with Fatty Wang."
If Wen Jin were also in the ward, given Tang Man's personality, she would probably hug her tightly and kiss her passionately, saying, "My darling, you are simply the most capable soldier I have ever trained!"
Wen Jin then changed the subject, "So, when can Xiao Yin come to see you?"
"Ahem..." Tang Man chuckled awkwardly, "How come you can't hide anything from me?"
Wen Jin sighed helplessly, "That little leaky thing can't keep secrets."
Tang Man defended her, saying, "She was just too anxious and worried, and when she realized she had let something slip, she slapped herself twice."
At this point, Tang Man couldn't help but laugh, "I stopped her, and she said she was taking the opportunity to get her lips filled, hahaha."
"Ms. Tang Man, you should rest now."
A nurse gently reminded Wen Jin on the other end of the phone, and Wen Jin hung up the phone with Tang Man.
There was thunder and lightning outside.
Wen Jin was also lying in bed, and took out a wooden box with a lock from the bedside table.
Inside were her parents' portraits, a family photo she had paid a huge price for, and a school plaque that didn't bear her name.
Originally, along with this nameplate was a yellowed one-inch photo.
But she lost that photo in the port city.
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