Chapter 48: Will You Sleep With Me Tonight?

Ying Jing looked at the gown placed in the center of the living room with a stunned expression.

It was truly beautiful.

She couldn't help but step forward and reach out to touch it.

Growing up pampered, Ying Jing had already lost count of all the fine things she had possessed.

Yet, facing the dress before her, she couldn't bear to take her hands off it.

"Did you prepare this for me?"

"Mm, do you like it?"

His voice... no matter how pleasant it sounded, it couldn't compare to him at this moment.

"Zhang Yang said you were sick with a fever. How did this happen? Weren't you fine this morning? Did you take any medicine? Should we go to the hospital?" She reached out to touch his forehead while pulling out her phone to make a call.

With her driving skills, she could only manage to chauffeur Assistant Zhang. Right now, she was so worried and flustered that her complexion was worse than Wen Fucheng’s; she absolutely couldn't drive.

The moment the call connected, the man reached out and hung it up.

"I'm fine. I've already taken medicine."

"There's a thermometer in the house. Wait for me."

Watching her rummage through cabinets to find a thermometer, Wen Fucheng walked over to the sofa and sat down, obediently holding the thermometer in his mouth.

Ying Jing hadn't expected that even a good-looking person holding a thermometer would radiate charm from head to toe.

This damn beauty was a distraction!

She coveted his looks while eyeing the pretty little dress.

When the time was up, she asked him to take the thermometer out so she could check it.

She reached out, but the object wasn't placed in her hand. When she tilted her head to look, their eyes met, their gazes intertwining and lingering.

He was biting the thermometer, which looked like it was about to fall.

Ying Jing’s heart skipped a beat.

She had to admit that she was being seduced.

The man, making no move at all, seemed to be waiting for her to come and take it herself.

Thirty seconds later, Ying Jing resignedly stood up and walked over to him. Just as she was about to reach out and take the thermometer from his mouth, she was caught off guard and pulled onto his lap.

This awkward, face-to-face position...

It was perfectly aligned...

Just as she was about to shift, the person in front of her pressed down firmly.

"Don't move."

Compared to his previous tone, his voice now held a hint of enchantment.

Ying Jing didn't dare to move anymore; she sat as still as a statue, as obedient as could be.

He was now experiencing firsthand what it meant to alternate between hot and cold, a mix of discomfort and extreme misery.

His already dizzy head now throbbed with a dense, needle-like pain.

As the fire in his body gradually subsided, Ying Jing silently picked up the thermometer that had fallen between them.

After a short while, she stated a number.

"A slight fever."

"Mm," he responded, following her lead.

"Do you want to go back to your room and rest for a while?"

"I don't want to."

"How can that be?"

"Aren't we going to the banquet? Aren't you afraid of being scolded by Ying Zenan?"

Oh, right! She still remembered there was a banquet she had to attend, and Ying Zenan had made it clear before it started that she had to be there, or else there was no telling how he would deal with her.

If the person involved were Wen Fucheng, she might have to prepare for some "treason."

Wen Fucheng patted her shoulder. "Go change into the dress."

Ying Jing pointed at the gown. "Now?"

"Now."

"But..."

"Be good, listen to me. Trust me, it will suit you very well."

Fine! Clothes made by Mom could be worn anytime, anywhere. But this was the only one Wen Fucheng had given her so far!

Ying Jing carefully picked up the dress and went into the room.

When she came out, the living room was empty, until Wen Fucheng also emerged in his formal wear. She understood—his tie and the brooch on his suit were clearly a set with her dress!

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"When I was in the Imperial Capital, I passed by a clothing store and saw this dress, and I just felt it would suit you perfectly." Wen Fucheng lied without changing his expression, and only Ying Jing, a love-struck fool, believed him.

He hadn't originally planned to give her the dress so early.

Ying Jing was simply too dazzling.

Shen Qiurong’s design completely highlighted Ying Jing’s advantages; she styled her in whatever way made her daughter look more beautiful.

What Wen Fucheng chose for her was the exact opposite. She was still a beautiful young girl, but her temperament was less overtly sexy, and her sharp edges were softened.

Like a piece of raw jade that had been carefully carved.

Not yet fully polished.

Not yet radiating all its light.

Ye Qingyu liked Ying Jing, and the old man would definitely use tonight’s opportunity to test Ying Zenan’s attitude.

One event after another had stepped on Wen Fucheng’s landmines; how could he allow such things to happen?

"So you’re going to the Ye family’s banquet too?"

Thinking about it, that made sense. He was Wen Fucheng, after all! The top tycoon that the upper class most wanted to befriend.

"So, Jingbao, would you like to be my date?"

"My pleasure."

Ying Jing tilted her head proudly, her cuteness overflowing.

"My appearance fee is very expensive, you know."

Yes, he had always known. In her past life, so many powerful tycoons had spent thousands of gold just to earn a smile from her.

Only when she heard others mention Wen Fucheng’s name did her eyes gain a bit more light.

"What kind of payment do you want?"

"I want you to sleep with me tonight." Would that cost be too high? Ying Jing was afraid he would think she wasn't demure, so she changed her words. "I can sleep with you, too."

"That simple? Don't you need anything else?"

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of 'Second Uncle.' Did you have other ideas about me for a long time?"

Already accustomed to the girl’s free-spirited thinking, Wen Fucheng picked up the jewelry box on the table. It was a full set of jewelry he had picked out along with the dress.

He held the necklace in his hand and placed it in front of Ying Jing. As he let go, the pendant fell.

Her eyes couldn't look away.

It was a necklace with diamonds polished into the shape of stars, embedded within a crescent moon.

"The stars don't need to shine; the moon will take the initiative to draw near. Even if the stars have sharp edges, the moon will open its arms and accept them unconditionally."

In this life, she didn't need to do anything.

Wen Fucheng had already taken the initiative to hold the starlight out before her.

Ying Jing touched the necklace.

"So beautiful. It must be very expensive!"

"To match you, it has to be the best."

That was a double entendre.

Was he referring to the object or the person?

Ying Jing was still touching the necklace when she got into the car. Zhang Yang drove over to pick them up and specifically complimented Ying Jing on how exceptionally beautiful she looked today.

While Wen Fucheng was on a call, Zhang Yang leaned in toward Ying Jing.

"Miss Ying and the boss are a match made in heaven; you are perfectly suited for each other."

Ying Jing couldn't help but beam.

"Right? I think so too. Assistant Zhang, you really love telling the truth. You have such a sweet mouth."

When Wen Fucheng looked over, the two of them were chatting enthusiastically.

As soon as Ying Jing got into the car, her brother called.

He asked if things were settled, if it was serious, and if she needed his help.

Ying Jing asked several times along the way.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

"Don't try to tough it out."

...

Zhang Yang spoke from the front.

"Don't worry, Miss Ying. The boss is in great health; he rarely gets sick. This was just sudden—staying up late combined with a heavy workload, he didn't rest well and caught a bit of a chill."

Staying up late?

Could it be because of that cup of milk tea?

(End of chapter)