Regretful Beijing Marriage

The moment of weightlessness lasts no more than half a second.

A strong arm firmly wrapped around Jiang Yining's waist.

Help her steady herself.

Jiang Yining subconsciously looked up and met Fu Huaiyan's downcast gaze.

Those eyes were so deep they seemed bottomless, like a dark, ancient well.

There was not a trace of turmoil.

But the force gripping her waist was incredibly intense.

It was so hot that her skin felt like it was being burned.

The waiter who caused the trouble turned pale with fright and bowed repeatedly in apology.

"I'm sorry! I was walking too fast and accidentally bumped into you!"

Jiang Yining quickly regained her composure and replied that she was fine.

He then pushed Fu Huaiyan's arm away, straightened his body, and took a half step back.

"Thanks."

There's no need for further conversation.

Jiang Yining had just taken a step when Fu Huaiyan's deep voice fell again.

"No passage ahead."

She paused, only to find a "No Entry" sign in front of her.

Jiang Yining snapped out of her daze and glanced around.

This is in a corner.

The lobby was bustling with people.

This area was unusually quiet and deserted.

She didn't say anything more and went back to the display wall where the notes were hanging.

The yellowed manuscript gleamed softly under the spotlight.

Jiang Yining stood in front of the wall, her mind churning with thoughts.

How could she not understand Mr. He's good intentions?

The mentor's position is now a sensitive one.

It's inconvenient to be high-profile.

So she used this method to leave his hard work in the public eye.

Unassuming, yet unforgettable.

Jiang Yining made a silent vow in her heart.

Before long, she will surely make her mentor's name appear in a dignified and respectable manner.

Jiang Yining was lost in thought when Fu Huaiyan's calm voice suddenly came from beside her.

"Wang Hongde, although retired, is still one of the top psychology professors in China."

Jiang Yining turned her head and saw that his gaze was also on that page of the manuscript, and solemnly replied.

"No one can replace him now."

"Professor Wang's research foundation has supported half of the domestic psychology discipline."

Fu Huaiyan gave a faint "hmm," as if casually adding a comment.

"If we can get him involved in the research, there will be breakthroughs in the experiments on many difficult cases."

The words seemed respectful, but Jiang Yining's expression turned cold.

How could he not understand the meaning behind Fu Huaiyan's words?

He didn't genuinely appreciate his mentor's abilities.

He simply wanted to use his mentor's research findings to treat Shen Miaoyin's illness.

In Fu Huaiyan's eyes, his mentor was just a tool for him to treat Shen Miaoyin.

A chill ran down my spine.

Jiang Yining was too lazy to say anything more, and turned to leave with a cold face.

But as soon as she took a step, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Fu Huaiyan suddenly pulled her back.

She lost her balance and fell forward unexpectedly.

Almost instinctively, Jiang Yining grabbed Fu Huaiyan's collar to barely steady herself.

She practically nestled into his arms.

They were so close that Jiang Yining could hear Fu Huaiyan's strong heartbeat.

The posture was ambiguous.

To outsiders, it looked exactly like she had thrown herself into his arms.

Jiang Yining's anger surged to the top of her head, and she was about to lash out and push Fu Huaiyan away when...

The other party loosened their grip first.

The next moment, a whooshing sound rang in my ears.

Jiang Yining looked over and realized that yet another waiter had lost his balance.

Dirty water was spilled all over the ground.

She looked down at herself; there were a few stains on the hem of her clothes.

It wasn't very dirty.

Fu Huaiyan, who was protecting her, had his white shirt almost completely soaked through on the back.

Sewage dripped down the fabric.

He looked somewhat disheveled.

Jiang Yining frowned.

Fu Huaiyan shielded her again.

The waiter was so frightened he almost knelt down.

Even if you gave him a million lives, he wouldn't dare mess with the Fu family.

Jiang Yining turned her head, her gaze sweeping past the waiter's lowered head and coldly towards the corner of the corridor.

It was deserted there.

The hem of her clothes flashed by.

It was so fast it felt like an illusion.

One time it was an accident.

It can't be a coincidence that it happened twice.

Only a fool like Meng Yao could come up with such a trick.

Fu Huaiyan's face was so cold it could freeze, and the low pressure around him made it hard to breathe.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his indifferent gaze falling on the waiter.

"Take us to the guest room to change our clothes."

The waiter was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head and led the way with his back bent.

"You two... please follow me."

Jiang Yining initially wanted to refuse.

The stain on her clothes was so small that she didn't need to change them.

But Fu Huaiyan seemed to see right through her thoughts.

He turned his head and said something slowly and deliberately.

"The exchange meeting hasn't even started yet. Are you sure you want to stay here all day wearing clothes with stains on them?"

Now that you mention it, I do smell.

Jiang Yining swallowed back the rebuttal that was on the tip of her tongue and followed him with a sullen face.

The two went up the stairs one after the other.

Not far away, Meng Yao peeked out from behind the wall, her fingertips digging tightly into her palms.

A torrent of hatred surged in his eyes.

Why is Jiang Yining so lucky?

They narrowly escaped both times.

Unfortunately, Mr. Fu happened to see it both times.

Her framing turned into a heroic rescue of the damsel in distress.

If Shen Miaoyin knew that she had helped Jiang Yining and Fu Huaiyan stay together, she would be dead!

With that thought in mind, Meng Yao gritted her teeth, took out her phone, and snapped a picture of his back.

A cold, sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips.

Shen Miaoyin couldn't stand anyone coveting her.

She couldn't stand seeing President Fu paying attention to other women.

This photo is enough to make Jiang Yining a target of deep resentment!

Meng Yao gripped her phone tightly and headed straight for Shen Miaoyin's private lounge.

The moment the door was pushed open, shards of broken porcelain came into view.

Shen Miaoyin stood in the center of the room, her face darker than black ink.

She was seething with anger all day.

Today should have been the perfect opportunity for her to make a high-profile appearance as Fu Huaiyan's partner.

But I never expected that Jiang Yining, that bitch, would be there too.

He even stole the show by holding a golden invitation.

She almost became a laughing stock.

Seeing Meng Yao enter, Shen Miaoyin's expression turned even more unpleasant.

"Meng Yao, you piece of trash, how dare you show your face here!"

"My mother has put you in this position so that you can assist me."

"But what about you? You can't even handle Ye Tang, and you keep ruining things."

Shen Miaoyin approached step by step, her eyes filled with venom.

"When Ye Tang arrives later, if you still can't show your true abilities, you should be aware of the consequences."

Meng Yao's face paled for a moment, then she gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

"Miss Shen, please rest assured, I will not make any more mistakes from now on."

She composed herself and then quickly changed the subject.

"Don't be angry yet. I came here to tell you that I just saw Jiang Yining go into President Fu's lounge..."

Shen Miaoyin's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Meng Yao handed the phone to her.

The photo she secretly took was taken from a tricky angle.

It looked like Jiang Yining was standing very close to Fu Huaiyan.

Their posture was intimate.

"Look, this bitch is deliberately throwing herself at President Fu."

"They deliberately caused an accident so that President Fu would get splashed with dirty water. Now the two of them have gone upstairs to the guest room to change clothes."

Meng Yao lowered her voice and fanned the flames.

"Miaoyin, a man and a woman alone in a room, who knows if she might... with President Fu..."