Chapter 27: Catching the Longing That Has Traveled Across the Seas

Why did Assistant Zhang drive the car to her apartment complex?

Before she could ask, Zhang Yang turned around. "Boss, I'll come pick you up tomorrow. You and Miss Ying should get some rest early."

Assistant Zhang is a keeper; he really knows how to read the room!

In broad daylight, telling her and Wen Fucheng to get some rest early—although she wanted to, this was clearly not the right time!

Not until Zhang Yang left did Ying Jing finally bite the bullet and speak up.

"Isn't this moving a bit too fast?"

Are we really going inside her home already?

Wen Fucheng didn't know what she was talking about; he just walked past her toward the elevator.

No way! He’s so proactive, just walking right ahead.

If she keeps playing hard to get, wouldn't that be bad?

Ying Jing followed him all the way and saw him press the button for the 8th floor. She kindly reminded him that he’d pressed the wrong one.

"My place is on the 7th floor. You pressed the wrong one."

The man’s hand, which hadn't yet pulled back, paused. He glanced at her sideways.

His thin lips parted slightly, his expression unchanged.

"What a coincidence, I live on the 8th floor."

"You bought a place in Shanghai?" And of all places, he bought one right above her.

"Mmhmm? Is that not allowed?"

Allowed, allowed, it’s absolutely allowed, hahaha! Even the heavens are helping her; the progress bar for chasing her husband just jumped forward by a huge margin.

As the saying goes, the pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first. Wen Fucheng, this moon hanging in the sky, was something she could reach out and touch.

Tomorrow, she would go back to the villa, pack her luggage, and roll right back here to live.

Rounding it up, living in the same building basically means she’s cohabitating with Wen Fucheng, hahahaha!

Ying Jing was so happy inside that she felt like she was floating as she walked, humming a little tune.

She followed Wen Fucheng into his new home.

Ying Jing looked at the bare walls and fell into deep thought.

This...

If she remembered correctly, this complex was a famous luxury area in Shanghai, and the renovations were usually magnificent.

The building only had 8 floors, with one elevator per unit.

Each floor was a single large flat.

"Was your place ransacked by thieves?" This was basically a raw, unfinished apartment!

There were only a few simple pieces of furniture, and even the curtains on the windows had vanished.

Standing in the living room, Wen Fucheng looked annoyed.

"When I bought it, the seller said they would take some furniture with them."

"You call this taking 'some'? It’s practically empty! It’s too late to buy anything now, and even if you did, you’d have to let the furniture air out."

As Wen Fucheng walked around, Ying Jing followed him to inspect the place.

That godforsaken seller had even taken the bed from the bedroom.

"The study is fine. I can make do; I'll work in the study and set up a small bed to sleep there. Once the furniture is all set up, it’ll be fine. You don't need to worry too much."

Nonsense, how could she not?

How could she not worry? Even the range hood and stove in the kitchen had been pried out. Was he going to stand on the balcony and drink wind at mealtime?

"It's okay, I can manage."

"I can't. I won't let you live in a place like this. Come to my place..." As she spoke, she reached out to grab his luggage to head out.

Wen Fucheng pressed his hand over hers, his eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

"It’s not really appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together."

"Are you worried I won't be able to control myself and will take advantage of you? That’s not entirely unreasonable. But don't worry, as long as you don't use your beauty to seduce me, I will definitely hold the line." Hmm, after saying that, she nodded to herself in affirmation.

Wen Fucheng:...

Is that what she thinks? He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If your brother finds out, he might kill me."

"Don't worry, at most he'll kill me."

Wen Fucheng:...

She pulled his luggage toward the door, but Wen Fucheng stopped her.

His tone became more solemn.

"Ying Jing, do you know what it means to invite a man to live in your home?" Especially a normal man who has designs on her.

"I know! So, are you going to do anything to me?" She was hoping for it.

Wen Fucheng shook his head; he didn't know how to answer that. He was very clear about how important Ying Jing was to him, and he also understood that his own resistance toward her was lowering by the day.

Ying Jing, however, misunderstood his head-shake.

"See? It’s not like you’re staying forever. You have to work, and I have to go to school. Plus, I still have to chase you, right? You have to give me a chance to pursue you!" Ying Jing looked at him intently, speaking her mind.

Her eyes sparkled with scattered light.

Wen Fucheng’s grip on the suitcase handle gradually loosened.

Ying Jing nimbly dragged his luggage downstairs.

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Fucheng followed.

The young girl's apartment was no different from the one in his past life.

Only, in that past life, he never had the chance to step inside.

He knew she hung a white dreamcatcher on the balcony; whenever the wind blew, the bells hanging beneath it would sway along with it.

She had posted about it on her social media.

She said she wanted to capture a dream that had traveled across the ocean.

The bay window in her bedroom was covered with a thick, fluffy blanket and several petal-shaped cushions.

She loved sitting there reading scripts.

When she was tired, she would sleep right there.

She also shared all kinds of delicious food.

The meals she cooked were delicious; even though he had never tasted them, just thinking about the praise from others made him envious.

Ying Jing loved her large balcony—a very, very large balcony.

While others liked to grow flowers and plants, she liked to grow Chinese cabbage and all sorts of vegetables and fruits.

When the season of blooming flowers arrived, while other people's balconies were clusters of blossoms, only her little world was filled with a bountiful harvest.

Next to the small vegetable patch was a fish pond with several chubby little fish. They were very thin when they first arrived, but she had fed them until they were plump, looking like they struggled just to swim.

Except for the fact that she didn't love him in her past life, Ying Jing did everything so well.

Wen Fucheng walked to the balcony, and sure enough, those chubby little fish were splashing around in the water.

Ying Jing put the luggage aside and walked to his side.

"How is it? The fish I raised are pretty, right? They’re all so chubby."

Wen Fucheng looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah, very cute."

Oh no! Ying Jing looked at the balcony; she hadn't tended to it for a few days, and the melons were about to fall off.

She immediately ran into the house, grabbed a small basin from the kitchen, and used scissors to carefully snip off the ripe melons.

She also pulled up two large radishes.

"We can have radish stewed with pork ribs tonight. You're in luck. You can taste my cooking; I don't cook for just anyone."

"It seems I'm very lucky."

Ying Jing hummed, turned around, and carried the full basin back to the kitchen.

Watching her busy figure, Wen Fucheng felt so fortunate that Lu Zishu had been blind and hadn't fallen for Ying Jing back then.

Such a treasure of a girl.

She deserved to be held in the heart of the person she loved.

"Do you need help?" He walked into the kitchen. Hearing his voice, Ying Jing turned around, and water droplets from her un-dried hands flew onto the man's face.

She immediately grabbed a tissue from the box nearby and reached out to wipe his face.

"Sorry, you startled me by appearing suddenly."

Wen Fucheng stood still, letting her wipe the water from his face.

A moment later, he took hold of her wrist, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I'll do it myself."

"Just a little more, it'll be quick."

After wiping it clean, Ying Jing crumpled the tissue and threw it into the trash can.

"Don't stay in the kitchen, go walk around outside."

Ying Jing stepped out of the kitchen, and Wen Fucheng followed closely behind.

The two passed by the balcony. Even though there was no wind, the motionless dreamcatcher suddenly began to spin on its own.

As the sound of the bells rang out, Ying Jing paused and looked back.

The man was standing in front of the bells, his hand gently brushing the dreamcatcher.

The crisp sound brushed past her ears.

Ying Jing’s heart skipped a beat, as if she had finally caught that longing that had traveled across the ocean.

(End of chapter)