Young Master Jin's Beloved

Wu Chenjin had already done too much for her. She did not want to repeat the same mistake in her life. She wanted to rely on her own strength to continue walking in this difficult place. She wanted to be like Wu Chenjin who loved her. She wanted to protect him by all means, she wanted to take back everything that should belong to him, including his health.

As long as she could take revenge, as long as she could protect the people she cared about, she would do anything.

Tears gradually gathered in her eyes and slid down the corners of her eyes.

Wu Chenjin’s emotions were still in a state of madness. It was not until he kissed the side of her face that he noticed the moist tears.

He opened his eyes in panic and was stunned when he saw Song Nuanyi, who was crying with her eyes closed. He stopped moving. He supported himself with one hand on the seat and gently wiped away her tears with the other hand.

He kissed Song Nuanyi’s tearful eyelashes. His kiss was so careful that it trembled slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead between Song Nuanyi’s eyebrows and apologized in a hoarse voice, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His voice was trembling, and it was dry and urgent. “I was just too scared. I was afraid that you would really forgive him.”

Song Nuanyi opened her eyes and laughed sorrowfully. “It seems like you never believed my feelings for you.”

Wu Chenjin caressed her face and looked into her eyes with an indescribable emotion. He was clearly smiling, but his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

“Nuanyi, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but…”

‘It’s just that I never really understood what you were thinking.’

His heart ached.

He did not know whether Song Nuanyi was playing Cao Yuhan or Wu Chenjin, or if everything was just a pawn for Song Nuanyi to turn the situation around and enter the Capital.

He did not dare to ask. He was afraid that Song Nuanyi would lie to him, but he was also afraid that the real answer would be difficult for him to face.

Wu Chenjin rubbed her hair and hugged her tightly in his arms, “Do you know, from the day you asked me to stop your marriage, I felt like I was dreaming. I never understood why you suddenly agreed to be with me and when you fell in love with me.”

Song Nuanyi leaned quietly in his arms and took a deep breath. She said, “If I said that I fell in love with you in a dream, would you believe me?”

That dream was something she had really experienced. Those painful memories tore at her soul again and again, and Wu Chenjin was the person who could heal her soul.

A dream. What a ridiculous explanation.

However, what could she do? Could it be that she had been reborn? Who would believe her?

If people with ulterior motives knew about it, not only would she be in greater danger, but she could also be framed by the media as a mentally ill person and arrested.

Her father had already been hospitalized for mental problems. Who would believe that everything she said was true?

She did not want to lie to Wu Chenjin, but what she was about to do was very dangerous. She did not want to implicate Wu Chenjin.

In her previous life, she had already owed Wu Chenjin enough. In this life, she did not want to continue owing him.

Wu Chenjin heard her explanation and smiled weakly. He turned around and sat up. He draped his suit over Song Nuanyi’s shoulder. “It’s cold. Don’t catch a cold.”

Wu Chenjin sent Song Nuanyi home and left. They both needed to calm down.

…

The news about what happened at the jewelry store was already buzzing. Assistant Chen had sent her a lot of news.

Song Nuanyi felt suffocated, so she asked Assistant Chen to drive her out for a walk.

Autumn in the Capital was getting more and more intense. Fish-scale-like clouds gathered, either thick or faint, floating in the blue sky. Birds fluttered over her head, and gray and white feathers flickered under the autumn sun.

Assistant Chen followed silently by her side, watching her walk on the long road covered with golden locust flowers. The trees on both sides of the road were still hung with little yellow flowers. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the treetops, forming mottled shadows, she moved forward slowly with Song Nuanyi’s footsteps.

She raised her head and faced the sun. After squinting for a while, she asked Assistant Chen, “Are you cold?”

Assistant Chen’s silence was interrupted by a random question. He looked at the thin figure in front of him, took off his coat, and draped it over Song Nuanyi’s body.

Song Nuanyi turned around and looked at the black coat draped over her body. She smiled faintly.

“I’m asking you, are you cold?”

Assistant Chen shook his head and said softly, “I’m not cold. Director Song, you’re not wearing enough clothing. It’s late autumn, and the weather in the Capital is not like Alberto City. Director Song, you still have to take care of yourself.”