Chapter 44: Secretly Meeting My Parents Behind My Back

"Sis, if you've been kidnapped, blink your eyes. Not that it matters, your brother is broke anyway."

"Plastic sibling relationship."

The two chatted and laughed until they reached the store.

In public, Ying Zenan reverted to his serious persona, perfectly embodying the image of an outstanding Shanghai entrepreneur, a diamond bachelor, and an ambitious young man.

I have to say, he really pulled it off.

Ying Zenan went to the fitting room to change, but Ying Jing’s outfit was more complex and had to wait for someone to deliver it.

The wait was boring, so she simply sat on the sofa and flipped through a magazine.

As she flipped, she happened to see an exclusive interview about Wen Fucheng.

That man rarely accepted interviews, and his occasional appearances in public were truly rare.

If you weren't someone who knew him, it was hard for anyone in the outside world to have any connection to him.

Ying Jing was curious about the content of the interview.

As she read on, the reporter couldn't help but gossip about his love life at the end.

What kind of girl would Wen Fucheng like?

Ying Jing was just reaching the climax when she didn't know who had used a black pen to draw lines over the text, completely covering the answer.

What the heck!

That’s it?

It’s enough to make a reader furious.

Ying Zenan came out after changing, seeing Ying Jing looking all puffed up.

"Who upset you this time?"

Ying Jing closed the magazine and set it aside. "No one, just playing by myself."

"How is it? Does your brother look good in this outfit? Am I not dashing and debonair?"

Ying Zenan was already prepared to be complimented by his sister; he was the type who loved hearing nice things, especially from those close to him.

Ying Jing played along perfectly, reeling off compliments that sent Ying Zenan to the clouds.

Even the sales assistant was giggling!

"Miss Ying is so cute."

"Yeah, aside from the fact that she often makes me want to die of anger, she’s quite cute the rest of the time." Her brother couldn't just talk; he loved to pinch her cheeks while he spoke.

When she was little and chubby, he could get away with it, but as she grew up, Ying Jing became more and more beautiful, and her figure kept improving.

The baby fat on her face had also visibly diminished.

When the siblings bickered in private, neither would let the other win.

"Miss Ying is so beautiful and cute. I’m afraid it won’t be easy for any future boyfriend to pass President Ying’s test!"

Oh?

Ying Jing pricked up her little ears, wanting to hear Ying Zenan’s answer.

Her brother spoke bluntly right in front of her.

"Then they better be prepared. That person had better be outstanding enough for me to willingly hand this little brat over to him."

Ying Jing directly ignored the "little brat" part.

Someone outstanding enough for Ying Zenan to willingly hand Ying Jing over to—wasn't that exactly Wen Fucheng?

This thing is in the bag! Hehe.

Looking at the present, there were very few among their peers who could compete with Ying Zenan.

If you raise the bar just a little bit, that man perfectly met all his requirements.

The evening gown was delivered, and Ying Jing got up to take the clothes to the fitting room.

The clothes had been handmade by their mother for the two of them and then sent to a studio for finishing touches.

Ying Jing’s gown and the suit Ying Zenan was wearing were from the same collection, so they looked quite coordinated.

Shen Qiurong was truly the person who understood her children best; the clothes were crafted perfectly from head to toe, filling in their shortcomings while maximizing their physical advantages.

In her youth, Shen Qiurong was a top designer at a fashion studio in China. Later, after giving birth to Ying Jing, she stepped back from the limelight, though she still occasionally produced works.

Shen Qiurong once said something.

Her greatest works in this life were Ying Zenan and Ying Jing.

From childhood to adulthood, their clothes were almost entirely provided by their mother.

In September in Shanghai, the temperature wasn't too high, but it certainly wasn't low.

The gown on Ying Jing made her look so beautiful she seemed to glow.

Every inch clung to her skin, perfectly tailored for her.

The siblings stood together, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

The sales assistant was thrilled.

Ying Zenan pulled Ying Jing in front of the mirror to take a photo.

This sister-obsessed maniac didn't forget to show off on his social media.

[Ying Zenan: A beauty and the beauty's handsome brother. [Photo]]

He didn't forget to praise himself, either.

The likes and comments poured in by the dozens.

Most of them were saying how good they looked.

The remaining comments were all asking how to become Ying Zenan’s brother-in-law and what the requirements were to marry Ying Jing.

They were all eyeing his sister’s beauty.

Ying Zenan was annoyed but proud as he gave a uniform reply.

[Ying Zenan: Be better than me.]

This single line killed off most people's ideas.

Of course, there was one person who broke through the heavy siege, unafraid of death, and felt he was good enough.

That was Wen Fucheng.

Among the pile of comments, a standout reply appeared from Ying Zenan’s post.

[Wen Fucheng: Understood.]

Ying Zenan stared at those three words for a full five minutes.

Understood? He understood nothing.

What was the meaning of this reply? Was it intentional?

He must have done it on purpose.

Jealous of his excellence and handsomeness, jealous that he had such a beautiful sister.

Hmph~

Once Ying Jing changed out of the gown, she had someone pack it up for her.

"Brother, are you busy tonight? Do you want to grab dinner together?"

Thinking she had been neglecting Ying Zenan lately, Ying Jing generously extended the dinner invitation.

Who knew her brother would decline without a second thought.

"Not tonight, I have plans."

Ying Jing immediately leaned in, her ears perked up for gossip.

"Is it a man or a woman? Just the two of you, or a group?"

Ying Zenan pushed her face away.

"Can you think of something normal for once? It’s a standard social engagement. The company is so big; you have to know that behind every carefree second-generation heir or heiress, there is an eldest son carrying the heavy burden."

Ying Jing was sent back the same way she came.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind her about going to school on Monday to settle the score.

Ying Jing stood in front of the car door. "Are you serious?"

"When have I, as your brother, ever not been serious about you?"

Thinking about it, it was true. In the past, when thugs tried to bully Ying Jing or take advantage of her, Ying Zenan would bravely rush in only to get beaten up. In the end, Ying Jing would beat the thugs away and drag her brother to the hospital.

The doctor said the beating wasn't serious, but the dragging injury would take months to heal.

"We adults will handle our own affairs."

"I believe you, my foot."

Ying Jing:...

Ying Jing angrily grabbed her bag and turned to head home, leaving Ying Zenan downstairs. By the time she got home, Ying Zenan’s car had already left the complex.

At the same time, Ying Jing, who had just arrived home, received a call from Wen Fucheng.

"I have a dinner engagement tonight, I should be home late."

"You have a dinner engagement too?" Ying Jing threw her things on the floor and sat casually on the sofa. "My brother said he had one too. Don't tell me you two are eating together!"

She was just saying it off the cuff.

She didn't expect Wen Fucheng to have no intention of hiding it from her.

"Yes."

Ying Jing immediately stood up and said very loudly.

"Second Uncle, take me with you! You can't go behind my back to meet the parents!"

Wen Fucheng had just left his office, and people were passing by in the hallway from time to time.

The girl’s charming and bright voice came through, sounding exactly like how she whispered and acted spoiled in his ear that morning.

He thought of that saved photo.

"Did you bring the gown home?"

"I brought it home! Why?"

"I'll take you to dinner, wear it for me to see when you get home."

Ying Jing:...