In the past, Ying Jing was either clinging to Lu Zishu in person every day or pestering him over the phone. If not for seeing her here tonight, Lu Zishu almost thought she had disappeared.
Thinking about it, he felt the words he had scolded her with a few days ago were a bit excessive. "About what I said a few days ago..." It was obvious that Lu Zishu intended to apologize, but Ying Jing had no intention of listening.
She waved her hand indifferently.
"I know, you don't like me. I've always known! So don't worry." Ying Jing suddenly patted his shoulder meaningfully. "I won't pester you anymore." Not only won't she pester you, she'll also distance herself from you.
Ying Jing sincerely apologized to people.
She had no choice before because of the plot.
But now, what she said earlier had no consequences at all.
She was elated inside.
She was finally free from the control of the plot.
After Ying Jing left, Lu Zishu stood frozen on the spot.
For some reason, he felt a bit empty inside, probably because of the sudden feeling of discomfort caused by the unfamiliar situation.
Ying Jing seemed to have changed from this moment on.
Which might be a good thing, anyway, he never wanted to be entangled with these wealthy families.
He thought the person was just acting on a whim and now growing tired, naturally no longer caring. Thinking about it, the man smirked mockingly.
Ying Jing sneezed as she walked along the road.
The girl stood by the roadside, fiddling with her nails absent-mindedly.
She wasn't sure if confronting the male lead so outright would bring any repercussions.
She couldn't care about anything at the moment. She couldn't care about whether falling out with Lu Zishu would be bad.
Standing beneath the expansive building.
Ying Jing looked up at the stars scattered all across the sky.
Until a car slowly stopped in front of her, thinking it was Uncle Li's arrival, she happily opened the car door, ready to get in, before realizing something was off.
When did her family start driving such a flashy car?
Her hand rested on the car handle.
The car window in front slowly rolled down, gradually revealing the silhouette of a man in the back seat.
"Wen Fucheng." Ying Jing blurted out the full name in surprise.
The man's eyes showed a hint of a smile, the pen in his hand twirling around, as his voice softly resonated in the darkness.
"No longer calling me Uncle?"
With a touch of teasing... and a bit of barely noticeable tenderness.
The little girl lowered her head and murmured to herself, "Calling you Uncle sounds way too cold!"
Ying Jing hadn't expected to run into Wen Fucheng's car by the roadside; wasn't he supposed to have left long ago?
What an awkward situation, having just teased him and now caught in the act.
Could he have been waiting here to catch her and take revenge?
Coincidentally, it was too quiet around, with only the sound of passing cars and the wind.
Her words echoed clearly into the ears of the man in the seat.
Looking at the once vibrant rose now with its blooming head drooping, the man's hand twitched slightly, wanting to lift her up.
Wanting to gently soothe.
"Heading home?"
Ah! Yes... heading home.
Letting go of the car door handle, Ying Jing stepped back, standing by the roadside. "Sorry, I mistook the car." Suddenly stopping in front of her made her think it was driver Uncle Li.
The voice behind interrupted their conversation.
Before they knew it, Wen Yue came over with Yan Shuang in tow. The pearly tear-stained look Yan Shuang had moments ago was gone.
Wen Yue saw Ying Jing standing by the roadside from afar, and, coupled with the somewhat familiar car in front, recognized them as he moved closer.
"Uncle, why are you still here?"
It was said Wen Fucheng held this nephew in high regard; since high school graduation, Wen Yue had been following him to learn company management. In Wen Yue's heart, he also held this uncle in high esteem, reporting to Wen Fucheng whenever he got a girlfriend, no matter the reason.
"I ran into someone familiar and stopped to chat for a while, costing some time. It's late, if you have nothing else, head back to rest early."
Wen Yue nodded, he understood. Just like earlier, he too bumped into friends in the hall and exchanged greetings.
Yan Shuang stayed beside her boyfriend throughout, thoroughly ignored, as she deliberately tried to step forward to speak with Wen Fucheng, she was pushed back by the frosty stare in the man's eyes.
He was displeased.
Displeased with her as a niece-in-law.
Yan Shuang gritted her teeth, suppressing her emotions.
Yet nearby, Ying Jing answered a phone call, looking awkwardly at the person inside the car, smiling so brightly her face could light up. "Uncle, the driver got stuck in traffic and got delayed, could you give me a lift to the station up ahead? I'll take the bus home myself."
Wen Yue was about to say it was impossible; his uncle was known for being unapproachable, if not on the road, he wouldn't give a ride. Who knew their cold-as-ice uncle suddenly scooted over, making room, the intent clear, if not for Ying Jing, then for whom.
Ying Jing patted her hands delightfully, opened the car door, and got in.
Even thoughtfully waving goodbye to Wen Yue.
The car drove forward, revealing a window not yet closed above, as Yan Shuang, next to Wen Yue, glared at her venomously.
As if saying, you little bitch.
Ying Jing glared back in defiance.
Bitchier than you.
As soon as she got in the car, Ying Jing quickly sent a message to Uncle Li to have him move the car to the Chun'an Building to wait for her.
The car had ample space, yet she chose to lean into the corner.
Catching a sideways glance at the man beside her, flipping through a book.
What kind of book was so interesting?
Ying Jing felt a bit curious, yet dared not get too close.
The sudden ringtone pierced the serene space, sounding particularly harsh.
Wen Fucheng lifted his eyes and glanced in her direction, causing Ying Jing to hurriedly grab her phone, intending to reject the call. Things didn't go as planned, in her haste, she hit the answer button.
"Ying Jing."
On the screen, glaring were the words [Likes Him].
Damn, Ying Jing wished to die right then and there.
What kind of cursed note was this?
Hadn't they just met, she braced herself and put the phone to her ear. "What?"
Across the screen, Ying Jing felt tempted to hit Lu Zishu, what was the call for at this time, disrupting her romantic pursuits!
"I've returned the money, check your bank card." The other side spoke icily.
As soon as Lu Zishu got off work, he transferred the money back to her, seeming eager to sever ties with her.
No matter, Ying Jing was now more eager than him.
Ying Jing wasn't happy either, her tone carried anger.
"Alright, I got it, that's it." She didn't want to say more, hastily hanging up after speaking.
In front of Wen Fucheng, Ying Jing didn't want to show that she had much to do with Lu Zishu.
He probably heard it just now, didn't he? Ying Jing was troubled.
He definitely heard it, not only heard but saw the note.
Fuming, she jabbed the phone screen several times, decisively changing the note.
Wen Fucheng watched her change the note to read Lu Zishu.
Unable to resist, he asked anyway.
"Someone you like?"
Ying Jing reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristling all over.
"No, no, no." Denial threefold. "I don't like him, I have nothing to do with him. How could I possibly like Lu Zishu, what I like is..." All words came to a halt, the car fell silent.
She looked like a puffed-up pufferfish being poked, overwhelmingly adorable.
"Not him then not him, why so anxious?" As he spoke, a paper was offered to Ying Jing.
In her excitement and nervousness, sweat trickled out.
Seeing her not take it, Wen Fucheng's eyes deepened. Next second, the paper landed gently on her forehead.
Through the thin sheet of paper, the temperature of the man's fingertip gradually rose.
Slowly, he leaned closer towards her…
Saying a sentence…