Kuaishou Little Ancestor: The God of Blackening is Begging for Responsibility Again

Chapter 60 I'll Sing Another Song (18)
Wen Jing left the Yan'an mansion in the middle of the night. The weather was so cold that he didn't even come out to work in a rickshaw.

He wandered the streets by himself, and came to the Chamber of Commerce for the purpose of strolling.

There was no one in the chamber of commerce at this time, it was pitch black.

He went in by himself, and only turned on a lamp in his office. Except for the usual documents of some shops, there was nothing else to keep warm in the office.

He was not addicted to cigarettes, but now with a cigarette in his hand, he stood in front of the window feeling melancholy for a while, and finally found a corner of the sofa to live in.

In order to diffuse the smoke just now, he opened the window, but forgot to close it.

The cold wind howling on a winter night blows in through the curtains, and under the reflection of the snow-colored silver light outside, suddenly there is a black shadow standing beside Wen Jing.

But Wen Jing was still lying on the sofa, huddled into a ball, not aware of it.

Suddenly, the black figure raised a dagger, looking cold in the night.

He stabbed straight at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing couldn't dodge it, and was directly stabbed into the heart. He struggled to get up, and most of his clothes were smudged with blood.

He wanted to resist, but his strength was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The man seemed puzzled, took the bloody dagger, and stabbed it down again and again...

"Don't, don't—"

"A Yuan..."

All of a sudden, Fei Jue sat up from the sofa in shock, gasping for breath, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Seeing a bright color, she realized that she had a nightmare.

The fear in my heart has not subsided, just about to get up and ask someone to check on Wen Jing's situation, when I saw a person standing by the sofa, about to bend over.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

Wen Jing withdrew his hand unnaturally, and Fei Jue hurriedly looked away, and sat on the other side.

Both of them were silent, and Fei Jue was about to speak when he heard the person beside him say: "Did you just... have a nightmare?"

Fei Jue picked her fingers, nodded lightly, and hummed again.

"Did you sleep here last night?" Wen Jing asked again.

At this moment, Wen Jing was less shrewd and a little clumsy.

But Fei Jue felt that it was much better than that Wen Jing who lost his temper every now and then.

If he spoke first, he was the first to give in.

Fei Jue thought of the dream she had last night, so she turned around and hugged him.

Wen Jing, who had never seen him take the initiative, stiffened for a moment, his hands were at a loss, and he didn't know where to put them.

"Where did you go last night?" Fei Jue asked him.

In the past, Fei Jue, even if Wen Jing didn't come home for ten days, she wouldn't ask any more questions.

With the sudden change, Wen Jing stuttered, "I... I went to the chamber of commerce..."

Hearing this, Fei Jue suddenly got up from his arms, and looked him over hastily.

"Are you all right? No injuries?"

Wen Jing: "???"

If I remember correctly, they should have just finished arguing now?
He stayed at the chamber of commerce all night yesterday, and was about to come back this morning to change clothes, but he saw Fei Jue lying on the sofa.

Just as he was about to carry her back to the room, she suddenly woke up.

After waking up, her temperament changed drastically.

For a moment, he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Holding her troubled hand, Wen Jing said in a deep voice, "I'm fine."

"Really all right?" Fei Jue confirmed again.

Wen Jing nodded and hummed.

Only then did Fei Jue take a deep breath.

Before Wen Jing could speak, she said again: "A Yuan, give me some time, I have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)