Chapter 10: The Sunset, the Evening Breeze, and the Things You and I Love

The news about Wen Fucheng replying to Ying Zenan’s WeChat Moments in the middle of the night caused quite a stir that evening.

Ying Zenan didn’t find out until the next day.

His assistant arrived while he was eating breakfast, wearing an expression that suggested he had something to say but was holding back.

Ying Zenan picked up the breakfast porridge prepared by the housekeeper and took a sip. "If you have something to say, just say it. Are you afraid you'll get sick from holding it in?"

"It’s about the post you made on your Moments last night."

Hm?

What was wrong with the post he made last night?

However, this did remind him.

He needed to delete that post before Ying Jing woke up. If that little girl found out, there was no telling what kind of scene she would make.

"There must have been a lot of people commenting on your post last night, right?"

That was a rhetorical question. He was Ying Zenan, one of the few outstanding young men in Shanghai.

His friends could circle the Huangpu River.

"So?"

The assistant spoke cautiously, terrified of offending this young master.

"President Wen from Dynasty Entertainment commented on it too."

"So he commented, it’s not like it’s anything scandalous. Wait... which President Wen are you talking about?"

Who else could it be? Wen Fucheng’s father had retired years ago; back when the old man was in power, Ying Zenan didn't even know which corner of the world he was chasing girls in.

"President Wen Fucheng."

Ying Zenan’s long-lost memory slowly returned. Privately, he and Wen Fucheng had no interaction. The few times they had been in the same frame, it was just for show.

He took out his phone and checked. Sure enough, there were many new notifications, including one from him.

Looking at those few words, Ying Zenan’s expression darkened slightly.

*Very cute?*

Cute my ass.

The man tossed his phone onto the dining table, the device hitting the glass surface with a crisp clatter. "What do you think he means by this?"

The assistant tried his best to lower his presence, acting like a quail.

"I..." How would I know? Isn't he your friend! Adhering to the principle that money comes first, the assistant began to butter up Ying Zenan without any bottom line.

"Perhaps you met at a banquet before, and he thinks you’re outstanding, Boss, and wants to get to know you."

Ying Zenan had been a bit of a rogue since he was a child, his handsome features carrying a hint of cynicism. He was completely different from the aura of Wen Fucheng, who was seventy percent cold the moment you met him.

After hearing the assistant’s analysis, he felt it made perfect sense.

Not only that, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the scene from back then.

It really was Wen Fucheng who had taken the initiative to add him.

Originally, Ying Zenan hadn't wanted to accept, but he was afraid the other party would think he was petty. With a wave of his hand, he had added him.

"You’re right. He just sees that I’m outstanding and wants to befriend an ambitious young man like me. Can’t help it, I’m just too outstanding, to the point where even when others look at my sister, they think she’s cute."

Assistant:...

Boss, are you sure that’s the right interpretation?

Why does he feel like something is wrong?

It was well known that the Ying and Wen families did not associate privately, nor did they have any business dealings. But Ying Zenan just couldn't stand Wen Fucheng, simply because the man was too outstanding.

So outstanding that seniors in the industry used Wen Fucheng as the benchmark to educate the next generation.

And Ying Zenan was one of those in that next generation.

He thought it was just a minor episode, never expecting there would be a follow-up so soon.

Before leaving, Ying Zenan had the housekeeper take breakfast up to Ying Jing.

The sound of a car engine starting drifted up from downstairs. Ying Jing rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and walked to the window. She felt a bit awkward thinking about last night, realizing she wasn't in her own room.

She pushed the window open and waved at Ying Zenan, who was about to get into his car.

"Brother, morning."

The man was on the phone and turned around when he heard her voice. It was unclear what the person on the other end said, but his previously pleasant expression darkened at a visible speed.

"What did you say? This time, Dynasty sent Wen Fucheng himself to negotiate?" The suddenly raised volume was heard clearly by the young girl leaning against the window.

Earlier, it was said that the Ying and Wen families had no private or business dealings. But the times were changing, and society was progressing. It was difficult for a large company to maintain its status in society with only a single industry.

The Ying family was in urgent need of transformation and expansion.

Looking across China, Dynasty Entertainment, led by Wen Fucheng, was the most suitable partner.

The Wen family was powerful, with a wide range of businesses under its umbrella.

The company had already submitted a cooperation proposal, which had been approved. To show sincerity, it was only natural for their crown prince, Ying Zenan, to go to the Imperial Capital in person to discuss the partnership.

Originally, the other company’s reply was that a vice president would come to negotiate.

That was fine; Ying Zenan knew very well that the Ying family wasn't the only one wanting to secure this deal. It was a piece of succulent meat—who wouldn't want a bite?

But now, just as he was about to leave, his secretary called to say the other party had changed the person in charge.

And they had changed it to the boss himself.

It was hard not to overthink this!

Could it be related to last night’s post?

Ying Zenan beckoned his assistant over. "You have a lot of gossip; tell me, has Wen Fucheng had any women by his side all these years?"

The assistant shook his head.

"Never heard of any!"

If there really were, the circle would have exploded long ago.

"But it’s possible he’s protecting her very well, without letting a single bit of news leak." With Wen Fucheng’s methods, there were few people in the entire Imperial Capital who would dare to court disaster by going against him to uncover a secret.

"But President Wen’s schedule has been quite transparent all these years; he’s either working or on his way to work."

Ying Zenan shot him a sharp look.

"You know him quite well."

The assistant quickly shut his mouth. He couldn't exactly say that Wen Fucheng was his idol, could he?

Regardless of the other party’s motives, Ying Zenan had to go.

The group headed straight to the Shanghai airport.

Just as Ying Zenan landed in the Imperial Capital, Ying Jing also quickly boarded a plane headed for the same destination.

Her friend asked with some concern.

"Is it really okay to do this? Will Brother Zenan be angry when he finds out?"

"He’s too busy to deal with me right now. Don’t worry! Just treat it as a trip. Didn't you say you wanted to go on vacation last time?"

Wei Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But she wanted to go to the beach! She wanted to feel the sea breeze, step on soft sand, and watch handsome men with eight-pack abs rolling in the waves, not go to the crowded Imperial Capital.

"May I ask, Miss Ying Jing, why the sudden whim to go to the Imperial Capital? Please don't tell me it's because you're worried about your brother."

Facing Wei Yi, Ying Jing didn't want to hide it. But she didn't tell the whole truth either—she couldn't exactly say she had been reborn and her goal was to pursue Wen Fucheng.

Her friend would definitely send her to a mental hospital.

Wei Yi was her best friend and had been her manager in her past life, doing her best to clean up after her until the day Ying Jing died.

Compared to the relatives around her who all met tragic ends, Wei Yi was the only one who was truly good to her.

After Ying Jing died, she had left behind quite a bit of property, all of which she had entrusted to Wei Yi to manage.

It was a pity she never got to see her get married.

In this life, she would strive to ensure that everyone around her lived a happy and fulfilled life.

Before turning off her phone, Ying Jing posted a beautiful update to her Moments.

【Ying Jing: I want to love the sunset, the evening breeze, and you.】

(End of chapter)