Chapter 78 This House is Sold
Chen Fu Ji turned a deaf ear to it, and his reaction was completely different from what Jiang Yao had imagined.
She glanced at him again, a little uncertainly, and continued reluctantly.
"If you like her, go for her."
Chen Fu Ji waved his hand and asked for another glass of wine, with no intention of discussing this topic with Jiang Yao.
This reaction made Jiang Yao feel a little uncertain.
"You don't like Xie Ling?" She leaned over and looked at him.
"She's married," Chen Fu Ji suddenly smiled, put down his wine glass, and turned to look at her.
"When did she get married? I... I don't know!" Jiang Yao widened her eyes in shock and stepped back. "How could it be..."
How could that be?
Jiang Yao only returned to China this year, and because she was an illegitimate child, she had no standing to talk to people in the industry. Therefore, no one had told her that Xie Ling was married...
She is obviously so young.
She thought that Xie Ling might have dated someone else in the past few years, and no one had any idea that she was married.
Jiang Yao opened her mouth for a long time, but finally gave up the roundabout way and spoke directly, "I thought you were secretly dating in college... I'm sorry, she seemed to like him very much..."
"You like me very much, don't you?" Chen Fu Ji interrupted her, his voice unusually hoarse.
He raised his hand and drank the glass of wine in one gulp. The alcohol burned his stomach, causing his originally cold and pale complexion to turn red.
Unfortunately, he was the one who drugged her and sent her to his bed.
Jiang Yao realized that her strategy was completely useless and had the opposite effect.
"Sorry to bother you." She apologized, then hurriedly picked up her bag and looked at him. "We are still friends, right?"
Chen Fu Ji said "hmm", didn't look at her, lowered his eyes and continued drinking.
——
As Chen Fu Ji stepped out of the bar, he ran into several drunk figures.
The sun cast sparse light and shadows on their faces, and the familiar dandy aura spread from them.
"Hey, isn't this Chen Fu Ji? How many years have we not seen?"
The second young master of the Zhao family, who was in the lead, staggered over, the reek of alcohol mixed with perfume making people dizzy.
He stretched out his hand to put it on Chen Fuji's shoulder, but he dodged it lightly by turning sideways. Chen Fuji glanced at the group of people coldly.
They were all the domineering young men in the aristocratic schools in the past, and now they are still indulging in the life of luxury.
There were several supercars parked behind them, their bodies shining with exaggerated luster under the street lights, and some of them were stained with lipstick prints from some unknown club.
Memories came flooding back.
When we were students, these people always loved to make sarcastic remarks in the locker room:
"The Xie family's little wolfhound is here to pick up its master again?"
"Why are you pretending to be so cool? Aren't you just a gigolo?"
At that time, he could only clench his fists. It was not because he couldn't fight, but because he knew that if he fought, it would probably not end well.
He didn't want Xie Ling to be subject to rumors in school, nor did he want Xie Siyan to be embarrassed because of him.
"Mr. Chen is now a rising star in the business circle." Someone suddenly spoke up.
There was a hint of flattery in his tone.
The fact that Chen Fu Ji started from scratch in recent years has long been known in the circle.
People who once looked down on him may now rely on him, and even if they have no business dealings with him, they will no longer want to offend him.
Seeing that his attempts to get closer to her failed, Young Master Zhao changed the subject with a flick of his eyes: "Hey, I heard Xie Ling got married? Do you have a girlfriend now?" He spoke with a hangover tone, his tongue thick as he spoke, "Back then you two were inseparable, we thought..."
This topic instantly turned on everyone's memory.
"That's right!" someone immediately chimed in. "Chen Fuji, honestly, I thought you'd end up with Xie Ling." He recalled with a sigh, "I didn't expect her to get married so suddenly, and her partner is from the Cheng family..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Fu Ji's eyes turned cold.
But he said nothing, letting them continue to talk about the past. After they finished their round of conversation, someone suggested that they go to the club next door to get together. He then slowly straightened his clothes and said to them, "I have something else to do."
The assistant who had been waiting in his car on the side of the road saw the situation and rushed forward to help.
"Mr. Chen, there's a meeting later, let's go..."
Several people present laughed and said, "You are indeed a busy man. I forgot you had a meeting."
"Let's meet again when we have time." Chen Fu Ji walked straight through the crowd, his tone still restrained. When passing by, Young Master Zhao subconsciously took half a step back.
It was not until the black Maybach disappeared from the street that the group of young men staggered back and resumed their original expressions.
"As soon as Xie Ling got married, he was about to leave. Could it be that he was still thinking about..."
"No way, there are still romantic people in our circle who have not been extinct."
"Zhao Er, do you think it's all you——"
Inside the Maybach.
Chen Fu Ji sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. He could drink quite a bit of alcohol. Apart from feeling a little tipsy after drinking the wine, the thoughts in his mind were extremely clear.
Zhao Er and his group on the roadside have dispersed.
The assistant turned around and asked Chen Fuji, "Mr. Chen, I've already fed and watered the rabbit. Shall we go back now?"
Chen Fuji was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Let's go back to the apartment on Old Street."
The assistant hesitated.
"Mr. Chen, the room over there hasn't been cleaned. Would you like to ask the cleaning lady to clean it up..."
"Need not."
The car stopped under a sycamore tree beside the old street, and the mottled shadows of the tree swayed on the car window.
Chen Fu Ji looked up at the gray-white apartment building. The faded blue plaid curtains were still hanging on the rightmost window on the fifth floor - that was the style that Xie Ling insisted on choosing back then.
The elevator is in disrepair.
He walked up the stairs one step at a time, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Every step feels like stepping on fragments of memory.
The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, a dusty smell hit me in the face.
Everything in the apartment remained the same as it was before Chen's mother went to the nursing home. He came back occasionally, but he hasn't been back since Xie Ling got together with Cheng Yu'an.
The upside-down mug on the coffee table was covered with dust, and the green ivy on the balcony had withered and died.
Chen Fu Ji didn't look closely. He walked to the study upstairs and ran his hand over a row of gold-embossed book spines, finally stopping on a dark green photo album - it was specially customized for Xie Ling when she graduated from high school.
On the first page of the album, a girl in school uniform is standing under a sycamore tree, with the sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting tiny spots of light on her face.
Turning the pages, all she saw were her casual appearances:
The profile of him taking a nap on the table in the library, the proud smile as he bit his medal at the sports meet, and the photo they took at the amusement park when she insisted on taking him on the carousel - he rarely smiled in the photo, and Xie Ling was leaning on his shoulder with her head tilted, her eyes full of stars.
Chen Fuji's fingertips hovered over the photos, but he finally pulled the album away and turned to tell his assistant who had caught up with him, "This house is sold."
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