Ying Jing stood in front of the elevator, unsure whether to enter or not.
She twisted her hands, her brow furrowed.
The words Wen Fucheng said over the phone were truly intriguing.
Even someone like her, who is quite naive in matters of love, could sense a bit of ambiguity.
She was waiting for Wen Fucheng to come down and get her.
The ascending elevator soon reached her location, without Ying Jing pressing the button, heading straight for the 33rd floor.
Sure enough, it stopped there.
Ying Jing held her breath; those few short seconds felt like they spanned across past and present lives.
In the few days since she returned, she sorted out some things. Her only fear was that with the uncontrollable changes in the plot, Wen Fucheng's affection for her might also disappear.
Can the love from the past life extend into this one?
Just thinking about being reborn and him no longer liking her made Ying Jing's heart ache.
Fortunately, she faintly felt in these two encounters that he still treated her a bit differently.
Although it seemed to her that the affection developed rather inexplicably.
She never could have imagined that Wen Fucheng had been reborn as well.
After all, this man already liked her in the last life, and if the plot didn't change much, Wen Fucheng developing affection for her again was reasonable.
But as for her, after returning, she almost devoted all her thoughts to Wen Fucheng.
Even the true male lead was thrown to the back of her mind.
In her past life, Ying Jing was not as proactive towards Wen Fucheng, she not only wasn't proactive, but also ignored his kindness and spoke harshly to him.
It was all to push him further away from her.
If Wen Fucheng too had come back from rebirth, he wouldn't fail to notice Ying Jing's change.
But he didn't have any doubts.
Ying Jing had considered this problem, but ultimately leaned towards the idea that she was the only one who came back, which seemed more reliable.
Unless the man's acting skills were already so good that even she couldn't see through them.
Ying Jing shook her head, what a joke. As a rightful Best Actress chosen by poll, it wouldn't be possible for her not to see through a domineering executive's clumsy acting.
Much later, how painful the face was!
It wasn't that Wen Fucheng was acting.
Rather, in whichever lifetime, it was always his genuine sincerity.
Regarding his love for her, he never needed to act.
As the elevator doors opened, he was standing inside, seemingly not expecting Ying Jing to be waiting right at the door, so he moved to the side a bit.
His gaze carried warmth as if welcoming her in.
Their eyes met.
Ying Jing smiled and walked in, standing beside him. "Second uncle, you still haven't gone to sleep!"
"I still have things to finish."
Indeed, for someone like him, work must be abundant.
"Will going up disturb you?"
"No."
"You wouldn't say that just to be polite, right!"
This little girl has quite a few thoughts. "No, I happen to be a bit hungry as well."
In novels, the domineering executives are monsters who don't eat midnight snacks, but he seems to take an unusual path.
Ying Jing muttered softly, but he heard her grumbling.
"What are you saying?"
"Nothing, nothing, just amazed that you eat midnight snacks at this hour, and even personally bring them back."
"Ying Jing."
Ah! Suddenly calling her name, making her ears feel warm.
Why call her Ying Jing, such a distant formality, she wouldn't mind being called 'darling', right!
Ahem~
"What's up?"
"I'm human too."
"I know!"
"Can eat, can go to the bathroom, can sleep, and have many imperfections too."
Of course, she knew, wasn't this stating the obvious! If he didn't eat or go to the bathroom, didn't sleep, wouldn't he turn into a ghost?
Wen Fucheng saw her expression and knew the little girl must have thought the wrong way.
Ying Jing followed him into the room.
Xie Weisi, sitting on the sofa, greeted her with an oily duck leg held up high.
"Hi, nice to see you again."
Ying Jing took back all the previous emotions. Why was there such a big third wheel here too?
Wouldn't two people be better?
She had already thought about how to hold hands, kiss.
Now what was she supposed to do?
"Oh yeah! Nice to see you again."
Student Xie hadn't bitten into the duck leg yet, puzzled. He looked at the person speaking, was it just his imagination? Why did he hear a gnashing of teeth?
The following interaction had Ying Jing behaving quite well.
She obediently wrapped and ate several pieces of duck meat for herself, though they were all the pieces Xie Weisi had set his eyes on.
The plate soon saw its end, Wen Fucheng hardly touched it throughout, but as she and Xie Weisi competed for food, she successfully filled herself to bursting.
Student Xie took the chance when Wen Fucheng went to pour water and came over to Ying Jing's side.
"Miss Ying, I didn't offend you, did I?"
Ying Jing unexpectedly let out a burp at him, loud and accompanied by an oily, sweet sauce flavor.
Ying Jing looked at him awkwardly. "If I say it wasn't intentional, would you believe it?"
Xie Weisi still wanted to say something, but Wen Fucheng, having returned with the water, glanced at him from behind Ying Jing's sofa. Xie Weisi immediately understood and stood up.
"Anyway, I suddenly remembered I still have some work to finish. You two chat slowly, see you tomorrow."
Did he have wind and fire under his feet, walking so quickly?
Should she be leaving too?
No, she still didn't want to go!
The big third wheel was gone; she could act freely again.
Tonight, she must push the courting progress bar forward a bit.
"Did you enjoy it? How's the taste?" The man put the glass of water beside her.
Ying Jing nodded.
"Delicious." Though whenever she had the chance in Imperial City, she'd visit this place, tonight the taste was exceptional. "Thanks for the treat, second uncle."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"What?"
He mumbled something Ying Jing didn't catch as she lowered her head to reply to Weiyi's message.
Weiyi came out looking for her after showering; finding her friend not around, she messaged her.
While she was messaging, Wen Fucheng took a phone call, glancing at her. He walked to the balcony, and Ying Jing sneakily glanced several times. What important call came at this hour, needing to be answered in private.
Wen Fucheng leaned against the railing, taking the call, where from his angle, he could perceive all of Ying Jing's little actions and expressions.
She must have come back from rebirth too!
She never seemed intent on concealing anything.
Stumbled her way to him, unafraid he'd treat her coldly like others.
"President Wen, President Wen, are you listening to me?" The speaker was Ying Zenan, feeling increasingly off after getting home, thinking things were unrealistic, so late at night he hadn't figured it out, ending up calling Wen Fucheng.
Unexpectedly, he actually answered.
"President Wen, are you really not reconsidering this contract? You'll lose out."
Wen Fucheng watched the girl in the living room quietly picking yet another piece of meat, wrapping it in a pancake, and eating it.
How wonderful!
In his previous life, he watched her like this too, from a great distance.
She didn't let him approach.
So he stayed away.
"How could it be at a loss?"
"What?"
"President Ying, rest assured! It won't be a loss."
Because soon, he was going to welcome back his little princess.