Chapter 28: The Wall That Blocks Love

With Ying Jing’s insistence, Wen Fucheng took the opportunity to move in.

If he hadn’t stopped her, Ying Jing would have likely cleared out her own bedroom for him.

She skipped and hopped back to her room, feeling overjoyed.

No more playing hard to get. No more holding back.

She was finally living with Wen Fucheng.

She couldn't wait to share this good news with her best friend.

【Ying Jing: Bestie, I’m living with Wen Fucheng.】

She immediately followed up with an 8888 yuan transfer, fearing her friend might miss the message.

With the bonus effect of the red envelope, Wei Yi replied quickly.

【Wei Yi: Did you shamelessly drag your luggage to his place?】

【Ying Jing: Not quite, I shamelessly dragged his luggage to my place.】

【Wei Yi:???】

【Ying Jing: You said he’s sleeping right next door, doesn't that basically mean we’re sleeping together?】

【Wei Yi:???】

【Ying Jing: It’s not God blocking my romance, it’s the wall beside the bed.】

【Wei Yi:???】

【Ying Jing:??? Bestie, have you forgotten how to speak human?】

【Wei Yi: I was just thinking about the scene where Ying Zenan calls you 'Daddy'.】

Right! Ying Jing had told her about that bet long ago. But at the time, no one believed her. Wei Yi had even threatened to bet on Ying Zenan; looking at it now, keeping her wallet tight was the right move.

In a great mood, Ying Jing grabbed her small bag and headed out to buy groceries. Wen Fucheng had originally wanted to go with her.

"I just moved in, you must have plenty to busy yourself with upstairs. You should get some rest after such a long journey. I know this area well, I’ll be back soon."

She ran off so quickly that none of the excuses Wen Fucheng had prepared to accompany her were of any use.

Fine, he would wait for her at home.

He did, in fact, have some things to handle.

Zhang Yang finally managed to get Wen Fucheng to answer his call.

"Boss, what should we do with the furniture that was pried out?" There was so much of it, and it was expensive.

It was a waste to throw it away, but useless to keep it.

"Keep it. Every few days, take one or two pieces and put them back. Install them slowly; I’m not in a rush to move in."

Zhang Yang caught the drift—that last sentence was quite meaningful.

Slow progress, huh?

It would be best if it dragged on for three to five months, preferably until their children were old enough to run errands.

Wen Fucheng had also rented an apartment for Zhang Yang in another building within the same complex.

All the pried-out furniture was moved to Zhang Yang’s place.

Zhang Yang thought he should head out to buy some groceries himself.

Sometimes, things just happen to coincide, and he ran into Ying Jing, who was also heading out to shop.

"Oh? Assistant Zhang, are you here to see Wen Fucheng? He’s not on the 8th floor right now, he’s on the 7th floor at my place. Just ring the doorbell and go up."

What was with that smug little tone? She seemed very happy!

"No, Miss Ying, I’m just heading out to buy some groceries. I live in this neighborhood too."

Really? What a coincidence. Ying Jing looked back at the buildings. She thought to herself that it was lucky she had acted fast; otherwise, if Wen Fucheng had gone to live at Zhang Yang’s place, she wouldn't have had the chance to make her move.

The two looked at each other.

It was awkward.

"Then... how about we go to the supermarket together? I was just heading there anyway."

"O-okay. Bo—" *Cough.* "Okay, Miss Ying. Please lead the way, I’m not very familiar with the area yet."

The supermarket was nearby, serving as a local supply for the complex, meeting most daily needs.

To go to a larger supermarket, one would have to leave the complex.

Fortunately, they were located in a commercial district, so it was only a ten-minute walk.

Ying Jing usually made do with this supermarket unless she needed something specific.

After buying their things, they walked out.

Ying Jing was very curious about one question.

"Wen Fucheng bought a house here in Shanghai, but isn't Huangchao Entertainment based in Beijing?"

Without a signal from Wen Fucheng, Zhang Yang didn't dare tell too much of the truth.

"In the last two years, the Wen family’s businesses have started expanding into various cities. Staying in hotels is fine for a short time, but the boss isn't happy if it’s for too long. He always tells me that no matter which city he goes to, it doesn't feel like home; it’s like he’s always drifting."

She never imagined Wen Fucheng had such an unknown side.

Ying Jing seemed to see a pitiful, helpless Wen Fucheng standing in a house of over a thousand square meters.

Compassion welled up in her heart instantly.

"Assistant Zhang, don't worry. I will definitely make your boss feel the warmth of a home."

*That’s not what he meant, Miss Ying. What on earth are you imagining?*

Wen Fucheng wasn't pitiful at all!

He had a net worth of hundreds of billions.

The entire Wen family belonged to him.

He had been managing the majority of the group’s assets since he was a teenager.

If he could, he would want to be that kind of "pitiful" too.

Passing a stall selling sliced pork, Ying Jing felt a craving.

She left Assistant Zhang behind and took small steps over to buy a small bowl.

Ying Jing came by every time, so the owner recognized her. "Miss Ying, is this your boyfriend? He’s quite handsome."

Ying Jing was busy looking at the meat and only reacted when Zhang Yang started denying it more frantically than she did.

"No, no, you’ve got it wrong. We’re just friends who know each other."

"Mm-hmm," Ying Jing nodded quickly.

"Not boyfriend and girlfriend? Oh, I’m so sorry. You used to come by alone, Miss Ying, and today there’s a handsome young man with you. Since you’re not a couple, how about I introduce you to a fine young man? My nephew, graduated from a top university, a returnee, works at the Wen Group with an annual income of several million. I’ve been wanting to set you two up for a while; he’s actually on a business trip here in Shanghai right now. What a coincidence!"

The auntie chattered on and on, not giving Ying Jing a chance to speak.

Zhang Yang was stunned. Was matchmaking this competitive now?

If Ying Jing didn't want him, he was available! Did the auntie have a niece or something? She could totally introduce her to him!

"Auntie, I..." I just came to buy meat. "Auntie, I’m still young, I don't have any plans to date for now. Besides, I already like someone. If nothing goes wrong, he’ll be my boyfriend in the future."

After paying for the meat, Ying Jing quickly called Zhang Yang to leave.

As soon as Zhang Yang parted ways with Ying Jing, he received a call from his boss. He didn't dare delay for a second, putting down his bags to answer.

The man on the other end of the line didn't seem to be in a good mood; his tone was cold.

"Who is in charge of the Supernova Grand Show? Tell him to get over here and see me."

Zhang Yang thought about the competition; it was a project Huangchao Entertainment had been prioritizing lately. But why would Wen Fucheng need to call about it personally? Had something gone wrong?

When Han Jiang received the call, Zhang Yang kindly warned him.

"You should think carefully about whether anything went wrong. The boss seems very angry."

Han Jiang truly didn't know, and he called Wen Fucheng in a state of fear.

Ying Jing entered the elevator and reached into her pocket, only to realize she hadn't brought her phone.

She must have left it on the sofa.

She had used cash for her purchase earlier.

When Ying Jing unlocked the door and entered, Wen Fucheng wasn't in the living room. His shoes were still by the entrance, so he must have been in his room.

After putting her things away, she walked out, sat on the sofa, and picked up her phone.

She discovered a message Wei Yi had sent half an hour ago.

【Wei Yi: Bestie, forgot to remind you. Don't just focus on dating! The auditions end tomorrow. You don't even have a chance to appear, and you don't even know how your name was removed. Are you really willing to let this opportunity slip by?】

Of course, Ying Jing wouldn't be that stupid.

Why should a victim swallow their grievances and keep them inside?

So, she planned to call Wen Yue in a little while. If Wen Yue stepped in, things would be much easier to resolve.