I'm such a lovesick person.

Chapter 83 Two Depressions

"Don't listen to her nonsense, I'm just a little actor."

Li Qinling interrupted.

"Are you still a little actor?"

Fu Jintang pursed his lips slightly, without explaining anything too much, and continued chatting with her with a smile. Occasionally, remembering that Wei Lin was still there, he raised his glass and clinked it with Wei Lin.

Wei Lin was silent almost the entire time.

The stars that Fu Jintang described looked gentle and weak, giving people a very comfortable feeling. They were not arrogant, but they were definitely not the kind of beauties that would stun people at first sight.

In fact, it seems a little too ordinary.

He also knew that his sudden arrival had actually disturbed Fu Jintang. Fu Jintang had an appointment with Li Qinling today, and because he came, he was afraid of ignoring him, so he asked him to come and accompany him for the second game.

Therefore, he tactfully regarded himself as a guest. If Fu Jintang didn't talk to him, he would stare into the distance in a daze.

There are many messages coming in on the phone.

Lin Nanxi's inquiry, Zhuang Qing's @ in the group of six people, and the latest data sent by An Yuntian and An Xin.

But he did not turn on his cell phone and did not busy himself with his personal affairs in front of Fu Jintang and Li Qinling.

He secretly pondered Fu Jintang's identity and background.

"Maple Forest Outdoor, Mr. Anderson's assistant, his family has a department store background."

"Jinxiu Boutique has annual sales of billions, and Jinxiu Department Store has tens of billions."

"Fenglin, if you want to expand the domestic market, cooperating with Jinxiu Department Store is definitely an excellent choice."

"Sister Fu..."

He had long realized that Fu Jintang was definitely not a simple person, and his position at Fenglin Outdoor might be temporary.

The time came to ten o'clock in the evening.

"I'm going to go back and rest, you guys chat."

Li Qinling suddenly stood up, gave Wei Lin an apologetic smile, and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Xiaotang and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so we were just chatting."

Wei Lin hurriedly said, "It's me, the uninvited guest, who disturbed you. You can continue chatting and ignore me."

"Wei Lin, it's time for her to go to bed. She doesn't like staying up late. Let her go back." Fu Jintang looked at Li Qinling with some reluctance and asked, "Are you really leaving tomorrow?"

"Well, let's make an appointment next time." Li Qinling put on a mask and left alone.

As soon as her figure disappeared, Fu Jintang sighed softly and said, "She has depression and doesn't have many friends in the circle. I am always the one to accompany her every time she comes. Wei Lin, don't you watch TV dramas?"

Wei Lin shook his head: "I only watch movies and some short videos. I hardly watch TV series."

"That's no wonder."

Fu Jintang didn't say anything more about Li Qinling.

Next, the two began to talk about the dinner.

When she learned that her cousin had shown interest in linking the discount on the goods to Wei Lin's bench press limit, she expressed surprise: "Do you have the confidence to strive for higher profits for your company?"

Wei Lin said confidently: "Solid!"

The two of them immediately switched their topic to the business field.

Fu Jintang is a professional in this area. She pointed out that Xinlin's products are too single, and hats are not consumables. Weilin needs to constantly explore new markets.

This year, the annual output of hats reached about 15 billion, and the demand was about 3 billion. Most of the hats produced domestically were shipped abroad.

In China, safety helmets account for 5%, sun hats 24%, and sports hats only about 17%.

It's December now and the weather is getting colder.

The "Ni Mo" baseball cap is not good enough to keep out the cold, and its sales are likely to be hindered in the future. It is recommended that Wei Lin increase the number of styles while also considering warmth according to the season.

Her suggestions are all insightful.

Wei Linben had also considered this aspect. While drinking, he did not forget to open his notebook and took the opportunity to write down her good suggestions and his own sudden ideas.

Wei Lin secretly sighed that Fu Jintang was truly his benefactor.

In Linjiang City, he just sent a message on a whim, spent a night with her at the male model studio, and got drunk, and he actually got her sincere approval.

The development of relationships between people is so wonderful. Once a small opportunity is seized, it may bring unimaginable rewards.

A bottle of foreign wine was finished at eleven o'clock, and it was Fu Jintang who supported Wei Lin, who was unsteady on his feet, and sent him to the hotel downstairs.

"You're not going to vomit all over again today, are you?"

In front of the room door, Fu Jintang watched him go in and joked with a smile.

Wei Lin, feeling dizzy, pointed at the clean and tidy big bed and said with a smile: "Sister, how about you continue to sleep on the big bed and I continue to stay on the sofa?"

"No need, I have a home here!" Fu Jintang smiled, and his charming eyes examined Wei Lin and said, "Wei Lin, can you withstand the toss?"

"Haha, everyone who has tried it says it's good!" Wei Lin laughed.

"Remember to get up early tomorrow. I'll take you to Jinxiu Boutique to sign the contract." Fu Jintang slammed the door shut, and her pretty figure disappeared.

……

Half an hour later, Fu Jintang returned to his large flat.

After showering and changing her clothes, she poured herself another glass of whiskey neat and looked at the tall buildings in the distance, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

"Azhe."

Opening the photo album on her phone, her eyes fixed on a tall and sunny man, and she couldn't help but move her finger to the corner of his mouth.

The man stood on the lawn, holding a baseball bat, his smile wide open. He didn't look much like Wei Lin, but their spirit was similar.

"How come you're gone all of a sudden? What should I do if you leave?"

Fu Jintang began to sob softly, and soon turned into crying loudly, crying heart-wrenchingly.

……

The next day, everything went smoothly.

Wei Lin did not meet Gao Yuan, but signed the contract with his manager. The manager saw that Fu Jintang was accompanying him and did not mention many harsh terms.

For lunch, Fu Jintang found a Cantonese restaurant. Wei Lin insisted on paying the bill, and she happily agreed.

"Wei Lin, you look a lot like a friend of mine. Not in appearance, but in the way you do things and behave."

Before leaving, Fu Jintang's eyes were filled with strange ripples. He looked at him infatuatedly and said, "He is a few years older than you, but when I met him, he was about the same age as you are now."

"You give me a feeling very similar to him, but unfortunately..."

Fu Jintang sighed softly.

"We couldn't be together?"

Wei Lin asked softly.

Fu Jintang shook his head: "We were supposed to be together. We had agreed to be together after returning to China. We had agreed to meet each other's parents. We had agreed..."

Wei Lin remained silent. He didn't want to offer any comfort before he knew the situation.

"Come on Wei Lin!"

Fu Jintang quickly adjusted his mood and smiled brightly: "He originally planned to build a career after returning to China, and I wanted to support him with all my strength."

"He won't come back. I hope you can work hard and bring Xinlin to new heights!"

"I, your elder sister, will always be watching you quietly. Please don't let me down."

Wei Lin said: "I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

……

In the afternoon, at a mental institution in Shanghai.

"Drinking, looking for male models, indulging myself, working myself to the bone, still can't fundamentally solve the problem."

The wrinkled female psychologist, with a worried look on her face, gave Fu Jintang some psychological counseling and said, "You still can't accept the facts, nor can you accept yourself at the moment."

Fu Jintang let down his guard, took off his shoes and curled up on the soft sofa, looking helpless and confused.

If Wei Lin were here at this moment, he would find that Fu Jintang looked like this in a way he had never seen before.

He also never really understood Fu Jintang.

"I can't forget the past. Every day, every moment, every second, I can't forget it."

Fu Jintang, who had been crying for a long time, said in a hoarse voice: "Alcohol and male models can make me feel a little more relaxed and make me forget those things for a while. But once my mind is clear, I will, I will..."

The old doctor listened to her story patiently and said, "I wouldn't advise you to completely give up anything that can make you feel relaxed. What you need now is time. If alcohol and other things can make you feel happy during this difficult time, even if it is temporary and false, then you can do it."

"Besides that, you can also try to accept a new relationship."

"New relationships can also help you get over it faster."

She stood up, took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Fu Jintang.

Fu Jintang wiped his tears and snot, and said blankly: "If I can't forget him, how can I accept a new relationship?"

"Give it a try. Maybe you'll meet someone who's a perfect match for you both physically and mentally. As you spend time together, you'll gradually heal the wounds in your heart. One day, you might suddenly realize that you still think of that person from time to time, but the pain isn't as severe anymore."

The old doctor's gentle voice seemed to have some powerful force, which gradually calmed Fu Jintang down.

"New people, new feelings..."

Fu Jintang murmured.

One figure after another flashed through her mind, and finally settled into the image of Wei Lin.

“It really does look a bit like it.”

……

On the way back to Linjiang City, Wei Lin suddenly received a call from Zhou Rong, inviting him to discuss something in person.

So Wei Lin drove directly to Irina Beauty Center.

At 3:50 in the afternoon, Wei Lin, exhausted, came to Zhou Rong's office again.

"What do you want to drink? Tea? Or coffee?"

Zhou Rong still looks like a lady.

She sat on the spacious leather sofa, legs crossed, her face, full of traces of time, was full of smiles. "You just came back from the Magic City?"

"Coffee, right?" Wei Lin replied with a smile. He bent over and stretched his shoulders in front of Zhou Rong, saying, "I've been driving on the highway for several hours, and my bones are stiff."

Zhou Rong looked at him with a smile and called her supervisor Huang Ting to bring in a cup of hot American coffee.

Soon, a cup of hot coffee arrived. Wei Lin thanked Director Huang, and Huang Ting said quickly, "Director Wei, you're so polite."

As soon as she left, Zhou Rong got straight to the point: "Wei Lin, I want to ask you for a favor. I'd like to work with some of Mr. Zheng's influencers, but he said you've already signed buyout agreements with them."

……

(End of this chapter)