Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng live together.
It really shocked Wen Yue.
"Are you serious?" These two people don't seem to be on the same wavelength.
"Of course."
Wen Yue pointed at her, taking several deep breaths without uttering a harsh word.
"I treat you like a sister, and you want to be my aunt."
Ying Jing spread her hands helplessly.
"Who made him Wen Fucheng, and who made your uncle him."
He thought Ying Zenan was joking when he mentioned it in the group.
Ying Jing's pursuit of Lu Zishu was widely known.
Is it really that easy to give up just like that?
"My uncle actually agreed?" And shamelessly moved into a girl's house. Such nerve!
He forgot the initial matter of finding Wen Fucheng and headed straight to the study after getting Ying Jing's permission.
"Uncle."
He opened the door and called out loudly.
"Didn't anyone teach you to knock before entering? Get out."
Wen Yue obediently turned around and knocked on the door again before entering after getting a response.
Ying Jing stood in the living room, secretly chuckling.
She bit into an apple and went back to her room to play on the computer.
But why was Wen Yue looking for Wen Fucheng?
Could it be because of Yan Shuang?
If she could prevent Wen Yue and Yan Shuang from being together, could she change the outcome of Wen Yue's past life?
But would doing so be unethical?
She's a kind-hearted, beautiful fairy.
It would be better to whisper to Wen Fucheng to let him be the bad guy.
She is so clever.
In the next room, Wen Yue stood in the center, waiting for Wen Fucheng to finish his conversation with the secretary before getting to his matter.
"What do you need? You're admitting defeat already? I thought you could hold on..." He was interrupted by Wen Yue before he could finish.
Wen Yue took out a card from his bag and placed it in front of the man.
"This is the money I earned from working."
Wen Fucheng wasn't interested in knowing how much money was on the card.
"Quick to boast about it, how much of it did you actually earn on your own?"
No way, was his uncle so impressive to even figure this out?
Being dropped from a spoiled rich kid to a broke nobody having to earn his own money was a big adjustment.
In the first few days, he held his breath and endured, but as time passed, it became unbearable.
So Yan Shuang came up with an idea and quietly gave him some money—not too much, not too little, more than an ordinary worker's salary. When Wen Fucheng saw that even as an ordinary person he could still earn money, wouldn't he look at him differently?
Wen Yue, used to being a young master, probably didn't know that normal salaries are settled monthly.
No one would believe he hadn't flaunted his family title since leaving the Wen family not long ago.
"I gave you a chance to work hard, and you partner up with someone to deceive me? Are you dumb?"
Wen Yue shamefully lowered his head.
"Since she's so willing to give you money to spend, it saves the Wen family quite a bit."
Coming out of the study, Wen Yue looked like a beaten eggplant. His uncle was too ruthless, confiscating his property and even notifying his friends not to give him any special treatment in front of him.
Wen Yue was indignant.
"Uncle, you're too autocratic. You get to break the rules, but I don't?"
Wen Fucheng glanced at him, indicating he should continue.
"You're living with Ying Jing, she..."
"Is there any comparison?"
"What?" Wen Yue was dumbfounded.
"I mean, is there any comparison between Yan Shuang and Ying Jing? Ying Jing is prettier, cuter, more talented, and wealthier. Why wouldn't I like her?"
Wen Yue's mouth dropped open wide enough to fit an egg.
Keep praising her! Do you have to step on his girlfriend too?
Yan Shuang wasn't that bad, was she?
"Ying Jing has such a bad temper."
"That's because I choose to spoil her. Even if you're not convinced, hold it in."
Why did that sound so familiar?
Once again, Wen Yue was kicked out.
When passing through the living room, Ying Jing invited him to share in some watermelon.
"Would you like some watermelon?"
Wen Yue looked at her, barefaced, unkempt hair, enthusiastically chomping on watermelon, her mouth covered with seeds.
Not exactly the image one imagines.
He didn't know what his uncle saw in her.
"You eat it yourself, I need to head back."
"Leaving so early? How about having dinner?" She barely finished saying it when they heard the study door open, and both looked over.
Wen Fucheng walked out in loungewear.
He walked to Ying Jing's side, picked up the sliced watermelon, and looked at the insignificant nephew.
"Aren't you gone yet?"
Alright, alright, get rid of him so the two of them can be alone.
He'd quickly roll away now.
Going downstairs, he went straight to the parking area, got in the car, and Yan Shuang immediately asked how it went.
"Don't mention it. Uncle knows all about it. Our little tricks aren't even worth noticing in his eyes."
"So what now? You don't really think you can't go back to the Wen family, do you?"
For a moment, something dark crossed Wen Yue's eyes.
"Yeah! I can't go back. Uncle's really abandoned me. Maybe it's because I'm too disappointing. He's already found a new heir to cultivate. Now I have nothing left, will you still like me?"
"Of course, I certainly... still like you."
Wen Yue leaned over and hugged her.
Better be true!
In another direction where he couldn't be seen, Yan Shuang's smile faded slightly.
She would like him, of course, as long as he's still part of the Wen family.
After Wen Yue left, Ying Jing, who was leaning on the balcony, turned around and went back inside.
"Wen Fucheng, you're amazing, Wen Yue really came with Yan Shuang."
Turns out, she had just inquired out of curiosity after Wen Yue left and found out that much had happened with Wen Yue recently.
"That Yan Shuang is really bad; she's just using Wen Yue."
After saying so, she glanced at Wen Fucheng, curious if he would agree with her.
But Wen Fucheng stared at somewhere with an expression that seemed to change.
Curious, she followed his gaze.
It was the TV she had turned on out of boredom earlier.
On screen, a young man followed a dignified old man.
Countless microphones were thrust in his face.
In the usually orderly airport hall, it seemed particularly chaotic.
At that moment, the man suddenly looked up at the camera.
Ying Jing's heart tightened, and the next second a hand covered her eyes, blocking her view. Ying Jing blinked and felt the tickle of her eyelashes brushing against his palm.
"Wen Fucheng, I haven't finished watching."
Putting down the watermelon, Wen Fucheng stood behind Ying Jing.
Leaning slightly towards her ear, he spoke in a half-teasing tone.
"More interesting than me?"
His words sounded like a piano note, unbelievably pleasant.
Notes that danced on the piano keys.
Like the breeze entwining her fingers as she played the piano.
"Not as interesting as you!"
Satisfied with the answer, he released her.
The TV had already switched to another scene.
Ying Jing turned back, her eyes following his figure.
"Wen Fucheng, did you do that on purpose?"
Intentionally blocking her from seeing Lu Zishu.
This man is a bit petty, but she likes it, hehe.
Wen Fucheng picked up the half-eaten watermelon when he heard her question. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with a hint of a smile.
"Want to know?"
"Yes."
"Then who do you think looks better, me or Lu Zishu?"
Ying Xiaojing's eyes lit up—this was an easy question!
Like a proud little fox, she lifted her head and answered confidently.
"Uncle looks the best."