Ying Zenan returned to the country and instead of going to the company, he went straight home to the Ying Family.
He dealt with work while waiting for Ying Jing.
Ying Jing stood pitifully at the door, especially after hearing what her brother said.
Hesitant for a long time, she didn't dare to go in.
"Am I some kind of monster?"
Ying Jing blinked her eyes and slowly slid in.
"Brother."
"You still recognize me as your brother. Why didn't you think of me or our parents when you attempted suicide?"
On this point, Ying Jing really had no argument.
She silently endured her brother's fury.
With Ying Zenan around, Ying Jing was the carefree little princess from childhood. Her parents didn't impose too many future expectations on her. Instead, Ying Zenan was always groomed to be the heir.
While Ying Jing was studying, so was Ying Zenan. When Ying Jing was out having fun, Ying Zenan was still studying.
Her brother often said she was a pampered and lazy missy, but in reality, whenever he found something good to eat or play with, he always thought of her first.
No money? She could use his secondary card.
For the sake of money, Ying Jing decided to forgive his current nagging.
After all, when her brother wasn't lecturing her, he was quite handsome.
Ying Zenan threw the envelope that the secretary had handed him at Ying Jing's feet, its contents spilling out.
Ying Jing looked down and couldn't help but frown. The man and woman in the photos were none other than Lu Zishu and Yan Shuang.
"Is he the one you like?"
"Brother. You actually had someone spy on them? That's wrong." Ying Jing was a bit angry, but she forgot how she had crazily pursued Lu Zishu in the face of an unchangeable storyline.
Ying Zenan recounted it all to her in detail.
"You have the nerve to say something about me when you've been stalking and threatening people. You're so adept at those social tricks but won't learn the good stuff. Now I'm trying to make you see clearly how he's entangled with another woman."
"She's the person he likes."
"You also know she's the one he likes, yet you still rush to attach yourself to him. The Ying Family raised you as a princess to ruin yourself like this?"
"Brother, it's not that serious."
"It's not serious to the point of attempting wrist-cutting suicide? Or does it only become serious when you're being sent to the crematorium?"
A real brother, he absolutely is a real brother.
Ying Jing was left speechless by his sharp words.
"In short, I don't agree with you being with Lu Zishu, not because of his background. It's entirely because he doesn't like you. So there's no need for you to waste time on him. My sister, Ying Zenan's sister, deserves the best."
Agreed, agreed, Ying Jing completely agreed.
"I think so too. Don't worry, brother, I'll stop running after Lu Zishu. This time, I've changed my target... and I guarantee you'll like him."
Ying Zenan glanced at her, wondering if this little girl was deliberately trying to divert attention so he wouldn't continue to meddle in her and Lu Zishu's matters!
"Who's your new target?" He was curious to hear how Ying Jing would respond.
Ying Jing patted her chest decisively.
"That person from the Wen Family in the Imperial City, you know him!"
"Wen Yue?" Wen Yue, that kid, had known Ying Jing for years, and they got along well. He's met him a few times, and he seemed capable, though a bit of a playboy. But if Ying Jing really likes him, he could consider it. "What does he think of you?" He would never allow a forced relationship to happen.
"It's not Wen Yue."
If not Wen Yue, then who? There's really no one suitable for Ying Jing in Wen Family's generation.
"Brother, think bigger."
This little girl was mocking him for lacking vision. "Then who is it? Could it be Wen Fucheng?"
"Brother, you're so smart. You got it right."
After she finished speaking, Ying Zenan looked at her with an indescribable expression, tentatively suggesting, "Maybe you should just keep chasing after Lu Zishu."
Ying Jing turned her head away, not looking at him.
"Brother, have a little faith in me."
"It's not that I don't have faith in you; there's a gap between dreams and reality. How could Wen Fucheng like a little girl like you?" Ying Zenan wasn't trying to put his sister down. Ying Jing wasn't lacking, but it depended on the comparison.
Ying Jing is a pearl, but Wen Fucheng is the moon in the sky.
Not everyone can easily approach him.
"Anyway, I don't care. I want to chase after Wen Fucheng. Don't tell anyone else about this, I'm only letting you in on it. I'll announce it after I win him over!" Seeing her brimming with confidence, Ying Zenan couldn't help but sigh.
"I hope I hear your good news before I'm in the ground."
Ying Jing glared at him.
"In short, you still don't believe me. Why don't we make a bet? What if I really do win over Wen Fucheng?"
Ying Zenan became interested, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed, leisurely watching her.
"If you really win over Wen Fucheng, I'll call you 'Dad.'"
Ying Jing looked disgusted.
"Do your parents know you're being so irreverent?"
Ying Zenan returned to his seat; her matters had delayed him, and there were still a few documents left unfinished.
"It's getting late, go to bed."
Ying Jing knew he didn't want to believe it, so she didn't say much. Before leaving, she didn't forget to leave some harsh words.
"That day will come; don't underestimate me."
Ying Zenan replied calmly.
"Understood, little princess."
There was helplessness yet also indulgence.
Ying Jing huffed back to her room, completely unaware that her brother had sold her out the moment she turned her back.
The serious-faced man picked up his phone and started frantically messaging.
[Ying Zenan: My sister's gone crazy, telling me she wants to chase Wen Fucheng.]
This group was a private chat group for the four young lords of Hu City, only containing four people.
Ying Zenan realized after sending the message that one of the four was Wen Yue.
He cursed, hurriedly recalling the message.
Unluckily, Wen Yue had seen it.
Not only had he seen it, the person in question was right in front of him at that moment.
Originally, Wen Yue was going to rest at home, but a call from Wen Fucheng had him rushing to the hotel, afraid to delay in case there was something important.
After arriving at the hotel, he had to wait in cold indifference while the man dealt with work, showing no concern for him.
It was only when Wen Fucheng put down his pen that he addressed him.
"Come here."
Wen Yue had spent more time around Wen Fucheng than with his own parents.
Upon hearing the man's stern tone, he couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong recently to cause the illusion that Wen Fucheng was angry.
"Uncle."
"Do you really like Yan Shuang?"
Huh! Faced with the sudden question, he paused in surprise.
Though he'd been a rascal in the past, he'd never crossed any lines. He had always parted on good terms with past girlfriends. As for Yan Shuang, he did like her; otherwise, he wouldn't want to bring her home to meet his family.
"Yes, I like her."
"What if I disagree."
"Uncle, why? Is there something wrong with Yan Shuang? You've only met her once, isn't it unfair to make such a judgment?" Wen Yue became anxious.
Wen Fucheng looked at him, his brows knitting tighter the longer he stared.