"Then what? How does the story develop? What did he say?" Weiyi's head was practically diving into the computer screen, trying to crawl over to Ying Jing's side.
Then they strolled outside for an hour.
"And then they just went home!"
Soon after getting home, Wen Fucheng was quickly swept away by the hastily arriving Zhang Yang.
As he left, he told Ying Jing not to wait up for him if it got too late.
He would be back.
Why was he so sure she would wait for him?
No way.
Hmph.
She just liked to stay up late and have fun, that's why she wouldn't go to bed even by midnight.
And to tease her girlfriends a bit.
When Weiyi learned about the progress, she exclaimed about how quick it was.
Ying Jing sat at her desk, with her computer on but doing nothing, grinning widely.
"I could handle twins too."
Weiyi was happy for her too.
"Are you serious about Wen Fucheng?"
"When did I ever say I wasn't serious?"
"But you told me before that you were serious about Lu Zishu too."
Nonsense, it wasn't her.
"Young and naive, I didn't understand the value of older men, but it's not too late to repent now."
Weiyi: ...
"Trust me, if you dare say that to your Wen Fu, he might make sure you can't get out of bed tomorrow."
The two kept up their banter at high speed as if they were racing on a highway.
Until the noise from outside alerted Ying Jing, who hadn't fallen asleep yet.
"Shh, I think I hear him coming back."
Alright, for the sake of her friend's future happiness, Weiyi decided to exit stage left.
Ying Jing turned off the light and quietly walked to the door, pressing her ear against it.
Trying to hear what was going on outside.
After listening for a while, she got nothing.
She opened the door and craned her neck to look left and right; the living room was pitch black, with only faint light coming through the window.
No one?
Could he have gone back to his room to sleep?
Ying Jing crouched and walked a few steps before slowly standing upright.
Wen Fucheng had only gone to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water.
Upon returning, his gaze landed on Ying Jing, who was silently shuffling her way over.
When his eyes paused on her bare feet, he furrowed his brows slightly.
He set down the cup in his hand, making a crisp sound.
Ying Jing was startled, and before she could make out his figure, she was suddenly enveloped in darkness.
The world spun for a moment, and she found herself in the warmth of his arms.
Wen Fucheng placed her down on the soft sofa.
The two stared at each other quietly in the dark.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I... young people have good health, so I can stay up late."
What a terrible excuse!
"Didn't I say you didn't have to wait for me?"
"Nonsense, who was waiting for you? I just couldn't fall asleep."
Wen Fucheng didn't argue with her over it and got up to turn on the lights.
The sudden brightness made Ying Jing raise her hand to shield her eyes.
"How did your foot get injured?" he suddenly asked.
Ying Jing's foot had several scabbed wounds, clearly visible on her smooth skin.
"I accidentally stepped on some glass. It's almost healed. See, I can walk just fine now."
"Was it also for him?"
Both of them tacitly understood who he was referring to.
Hand, foot... were there places he didn't know about?
Was Lu Zishu really that great?
Ying Jing ignored the 'also' in his words. "No, it happened at home by accident."
So many small wounds, definitely not from stepping on just one or two pieces—what had shattered all over the place?
"Do you have any medicine?"
Ying Jing shook her head.
She had already applied some at home and didn't think it was a big deal; she hadn't really paid any mind to it.
Wen Fucheng silently changed his shoes and left the house; Ying Jing probably knew he was going to buy medicine for her. She sat silently on the sofa for a minute, then got up and walked to the window, soon seeing his figure appear downstairs.
She leaned on the windowsill, watching his departing figure, biting her red lips tightly.
Did she make him angry?
Ying Jing waited longingly, almost falling asleep while leaning, until she finally spotted him returning. She deliberately lowered her body to avoid being seen.
The person below stopped while walking.
In the silent night, not a shadow of a person could be seen around.
A flicker of cigarette ember lit up between his fingers, and Ying Jing's heart felt as if it was being twisted with a rough rope, a dull ache spreading through it.
Wen Fucheng was smoking!
After finishing the cigarette, he lingered a while longer downstairs before slowly making his way up.
By the time he got home, Ying Jing could no longer detect the smell of smoke on him.
She resumed her original position, just as she was before he left.
Carefully, he applied medicine for her.
"In this world, the one you should cherish most is yourself." After all, it's not worth it for that scumbag.
He lectured her like a wise elder urging a young girl to see reason.
Whatever he said, Ying Jing just agreed to it all.
Her little head nodded vigorously.
She agreed quite quickly.
The medicated foot felt cool and soothing; she hadn't noticed earlier, but now his hand gripping her ankle, occasionally brushing her sole, stirred a ticklish sensation, making her body involuntarily shiver.
"Ticklish?"
"A little."
"Understand where you were wrong?"
Which was the wrong part?
"I guess~ so!" No big deal, it's most important to please her future husband.
"Then say what you did wrong."
Having never seen a critique paper in her life, this top student was suddenly expected to explain how she was wrong.
She paused for a second.
"I shouldn't have liked Lu Zishu."
"What else?"
"Wen Fucheng is the best."
Was that what she was supposed to say? This little girl sure knew how to change the subject.
But his expression noticeably softened.
He left once more to fetch her shoes from the bedroom, and Ying Jing stopped him as he was about to turn around.
Wen Fucheng glanced at her grasping hand and then at her.
Ying Jing reached out with her other hand, motioning for him to bend down.
Not knowing what the little dummy was up to, he still cooperated by bending down and lowering his head.
The next second, both hands hooked around his neck, and she rested her chin on his shoulder.
She spoke in a lazy drawl.
"Wen Fucheng, don't smoke alone in hiding anymore. I'll listen to whatever you say."
The hand hanging by the pants tightened into a fist.
In the end, he just restrained himself and patted her head.
"It's getting late, rest early."
Ying Jing put on her shoes and accidentally glanced at the person heading towards the room, noticing how his earlobes seemed to have turned red.
She seemed to have uncovered an incredible secret.
The next morning, Ying Jing woke up to the scent of breakfast.
She had planned to be the devoted pursuer, making Wen Fucheng breakfast, but heaven refused to cooperate, and the blinding sunlight sealed her within the warmth of her blanket.
Finding a perfect excuse for herself, Ying Jing walked to the kitchen.
"Did you make all this?"
"Why, doesn't it look like it?"
Ying Jing's eyes felt a little sore; in her past life, she dreamt of eating Wen Fucheng's cooking.
She'd never had that chance before she died.
"How lucky am I to be the first to taste your cooking?"
Wen Fucheng handed her a plate of prepared food.
"You're pretty lucky; you're the first."
Ying Jing licked her lips, taking a flatbread and adding some vegetables into it first.
"Eat slowly; there's more in the kitchen if it's not enough."
Ying Jing blinked, and the flatbread choked her as it was a bit dry. She took a large sip from the cup beside her, feeling better afterward.
The cup didn't feel quite right in her hand, and when she lowered her gaze, she was stunned.
The man beside her looked at her teasingly.
"Seems you really like my cup."