Regarding Wen Fucheng replying to Ying Zenan's social media post late at night.
The news exploded that very night.
Ying Zenan only found out the next day.
The assistant arrived during breakfast, looking like he had something to say but hesitated.
Ying Zenan picked up the breakfast porridge the auntie had prepared and took a sip. "Just say what's on your mind, don't hold it in until you get sick."
"The post you made on social media last night."
Hmm?
What about the post he made last night?
But this reminded him.
He had to quickly delete the post while Ying Jing was still asleep. If the little girl found out, who knows how she'd react.
"Your post last night must have received a lot of comments!"
That's stating the obvious; after all, he was Ying Zenan, one of Hu City's few outstanding young men.
His friends could circle Hu City's river.
"So?"
The assistant spoke cautiously, fearing he'd upset the boss with his next words.
"Wen from Dynasty Entertainment also commented."
"So what if he comments? It's not like it's something shady. Wait a minute... which Wen are you referring to?"
Could it be anyone other than Wen Fucheng? His father retired years ago; even during the old man's reign, who knows where Ying Zenan was fooling around.
"Wen Fucheng, President Wen."
The memories of Ying Zenan running away from home slowly came back. Privately, he had no dealings with Wen Fucheng. The few times they appeared together were just for show.
He took out his phone and sure enough, there were quite a few messages, including one from Wen.
Staring at those words, Ying Zenan's face darkened slightly.
Very cute?
Cute my ass.
The man tossed his phone onto the dining table, creating a crisp sound as it hit the glass surface. "What do you think he means by that?"
The assistant was trying to be invisible like a quail.
"I... how should I know? Isn't he your friend?" Following the principle of money first, the assistant shamelessly began to flatter Ying Zenan.
"Perhaps he saw you at a banquet before and thought you were excellent and wanted to connect."
Ying Zenan had always been a bit of a rogue since he was young, with a handsome yet ruffian air. Completely different from Wen Fucheng's naturally cold demeanor.
After hearing the assistant's analysis, he found it quite reasonable.
Not only that, but he also seemed to recall the scene back then.
It indeed was Wen Fucheng who took the initiative to add him as a friend.
Initially, Ying Zenan didn't want to do it, but he didn't want the other party to think he was stingy. With a wave of his hand, they became friends.
"You're right; he admires my excellence and wants to connect with a promising young person like me. Can't help it, I'm just too outstanding, which even makes him see my sister as cute."
Assistant: ...
Boss, are you sure that's the right explanation?
Why does it feel like something is off?
It's known that the Ying and Wen families don't have private interactions, nor do they have business dealings. Yet Ying Zenan just doesn't like Wen Fucheng because the latter is so outstanding.
Outstanding to the point that senior figures in the circle use Wen Fucheng as a benchmark to educate the younger generation.
And Ying Zenan was among that younger generation.
What he thought was a small incident unexpectedly had a follow-up not long after.
Before Ying Zenan left, he asked the auntie at home to take breakfast up to Ying Jing.
As a car engine roared downstairs, Ying Jing rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and walked to the window. Remembering the events of the previous night was awkward, realizing it wasn't her room.
She opened the window and greeted Ying Zenan, who was about to get in the car.
"Morning, bro."
The man was on the phone, and upon hearing her voice, he turned to look. Whatever the person on the other end said caused his initially pleasant expression to visibly darken.
"What did you say? Is Wen Fucheng personally coming to discuss this from Dynasty?" The sudden rise in pitch was heard clearly by the girl at the window.
Earlier, it was said that the Ying and Wen families had no private interactions, especially not in business. But society evolves and things must progress. A single industry alone can barely maintain a major company's social status.
The Ying family was in urgent need of transforming and expanding.
Throughout Hua Country, Dynasty Entertainment, headed by Wen Fucheng, was the most suitable partner.
The Wen family's empire was vast, with diverse business developments.
The company had already submitted a collaboration plan and it was approved. To show sincerity, naturally, it was arranged for their Crown Prince Ying Zenan to personally go to the Imperial City to discuss cooperative matters.
Originally, the response from the other company was that the Vice President would personally handle it.
This was fine, as Ying Zenan knew that the Ying family wasn't the only one eager to secure this collaboration. Who wouldn't want a piece of such a lucrative deal?
But just as he was about to set off, the secretary called and said the other side changed people.
And they replaced him with the boss himself.
It's hard not to overthink this!
Could it be related to last night's social media post?
Ying Zenan called his assistant over. "You're always in the know about gossip, tell me, has Wen Fucheng had any women around him these years?"
The assistant shook his head.
"Haven't heard of any!"
If there really were, the circle would have exploded by now.
"But it can't be ruled out that he's kept it all well-hidden, revealing no information at all." Given Wen Fucheng's methods, if he wanted to keep a secret, not many in the Imperial City would challenge him for fun.
"But over the years, President Wen's schedule has been quite transparent, he's either working or on his way to work."
Ying Zenan shot a sharp glance over.
"You seem to know him well."
The assistant quickly shut up, surely he couldn't say Wen Fucheng was his idol!
No matter what the other side's intentions were, Ying Zenan had to go.
The group headed straight to Hu City Airport.
Just as Ying Zenan landed in the Imperial City, Ying Jing swiftly boarded a flight to the Imperial City.
A friend spoke up with some concern.
"Isn't it risky doing this? Won't Zenan get mad when he finds out?"
"He's got his hands full right now, he doesn't have time to worry about me. Don't worry! Just treat it as a trip. Didn't you say you wanted to travel last time?"
Weiyi couldn't help but laugh.
But she wanted to go to the beach! Where the ocean breeze kisses your face, feet sink into soft sand, watching handsome guys with six-packs play in the waves, not squeeze into the crowded Imperial City.
"May I boldly ask, why the sudden interest in heading to the Imperial City, Miss Ying Jing? Please don't say it's because you're worried about your brother."
Facing Weiyi, Ying Jing didn't want to hide anything. But she couldn't reveal everything either, she couldn't possibly say she was reborn with the goal of pursuing Wen Fucheng.
Her friend would definitely send her to a psychiatric hospital.
Weiyi was her close friend, and in her previous life, she was also her manager, taking care of all the aftermath until Ying Jing's death.
Compared to her family members, who all met bad ends, Weiyi was the only one who fared well.
After Ying Jing's death, there was a considerable amount of property, all of which was entrusted to her for management.
Sadly, there was no chance to see her get married.
In this life, she vowed to strive for happiness and fulfillment for those around her.
Before turning off her phone, Ying Jing posted a beautiful social media update.
[Ying Jing: I want to love the sunset, the evening breeze, you, and me.]