Chapter 3: Just Coveting Madam Wen's Position

Wen Fucheng was a man of few words, mostly listening to the others talk. He would occasionally take a sip of tea... and politely declined whenever others tried to pour him wine.

Someone laughed, saying that for a man as young as President Wen to avoid alcohol and stick to tea made him seem like he was already living a retired life.

Wen Fucheng replied, "I'm getting on in years; I need to take care of my health."

After living through his previous life and this one, all those years added up—he really was getting on in years.

"President Wen is only twenty-nine, how can you call yourself old? You're in the prime of your life; a handsome man like you must attract plenty of young ladies."

The man’s expression remained indifferent, making it impossible to read his thoughts, but Wen Yue had once warned that his Second Uncle was not someone to be trifled with.

The others didn't dare say much more.

After finishing his phone call, Xu Yi entered the room, his gaze sweeping the area before finally landing on the low-key man in black sitting in the corner.

He was very understated, yet the aura he carried was impossible to ignore.

Jiang Cheng noticed the shift in atmosphere and stood up, draping an arm over his friend's shoulder. "Why the long face? Did something happen over at Ying Jing's end?"

"It's nothing. She's coming over for dinner in a bit."

Dinner was one thing, but there was something else. On the phone, Ying Jing had specifically asked if Wen Fucheng was there. In the past, he would have naturally replied that they weren't close, but today was different—the man was indeed here.

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, unsure whether he should tell his friend about the little interlude from earlier.

A few minutes ago, Xu Yi had been standing outside in the draft.

He had asked Ying Jing why she was suddenly inquiring about Wen Fucheng.

"That man is not someone to be trifled with."

"I just heard he's very impressive, and I wanted to ask if you had a way. I just want to take a peek, just one look. Help me out, Second Brother. You know I recently entered a competition, and the organizer is Dynasty Entertainment."

"You want to pull strings?"

"Nonsense." Ying Jing’s tone rose instantly. "I just want to see what my future boss looks like! I promise I won't do anything reckless, I'll be good."

How could Ying Jing tell the truth? Once she stepped outside and was hit by the cold wind, her mind cleared up significantly.

After calming down, she felt she had been a bit too hasty.

Wen Fucheng didn't know her yet; if she threw herself at him so eagerly, would he lump her in with all those other women trying to climb the social ladder to become Mrs. Wen?

Standing by the roadside, Ying Jing had a sudden realization.

Lumping her in with them wasn't necessarily a bad thing—she *was* aiming for the position of Mrs. Wen, after all.

She just had a craving for Wen Fucheng’s body.

It was well known that the four young masters of Shanghai doted on the girl from the Ying family. Xu Yi couldn't resist Ying Jing’s pouting, so he reluctantly agreed.

The man on the other end had already gotten into his car.

She hung up the phone, happy and cheerful.

She gave herself a mental thumbs-up.

She was now faintly looking forward to the moment she would see him.

***

Traffic on the road caused a delay of a few minutes. Wen Yue arrived a few minutes before Ying Jing, holding the hand of a young girl.

"Let me introduce you. Jiang Cheng, Xu Yi, Ye Qingyu—they're all my good brothers... and this is my Second Uncle."

Yan Shuang’s gaze met Wen Fucheng’s for a few seconds, but he merely glanced at her indifferently before looking away. Wen Yue was attending university in Shanghai and had started dating this girl. It was said he wanted to bring her back to the Wen family in the capital for the New Year, but the doors of the Wen family weren't so easy to enter.

He was afraid his family would object, so he wanted to lay the groundwork in advance, and that "groundwork" was Wen Fucheng.

After all, in the current Wen family, this man was the one who called the shots.

Wen Fucheng had come for this matter.

And for a second matter.

When weighing them, the second matter seemed more important than the first.

His gaze landed on the closed door for the third time, and he steadied his mind. His assistant, who had come with him, saw this and whispered, "President Wen, since you've seen the person, shall we go back and rest?" Wen Fucheng had just returned from abroad, landed in the capital, and immediately transferred to a flight to Shanghai; he hadn't rested at all along the way.

"Who said I've seen the person?"

Huh? What?

The assistant looked confusedly toward the girl beside Wen Yue.

She was soft, delicate, and quiet, leaning against Wen Yue like a pure and harmless little white rabbit.

Yan Shuang tugged gently on Wen Yue’s sleeve.

"Does Second Uncle not like me?"

Wen Yue soothed the girl. "No, Second Uncle just has that kind of personality. He’s actually very good. Don't worry! We won't see him often anyway. As long as he agrees to our relationship, no one in the Wen family will dare to object."

Yan Shuang smiled gently at him, but her gaze drifted involuntarily toward the man sitting in the seat of honor.

As the group chatted, the door creaked open. The sound didn't interrupt the conversation inside, but the man in the seat of honor noticed the newcomer first, his eyes locking onto her and refusing to look away.

Jiang Cheng was chatting with Wen Fucheng about some company matters.

Halfway through, he followed the man’s unblinking gaze and saw Ying Jing.

The young girl was leaning softly against the doorway, poking her head in to peek.

She seemed to be sizing up who was in the room.

Her pair of lively eyes darted around, full of spirit.

Jiang Cheng smiled and spoke up: "Jingbao is here, come on in."

Ying Jing gave a cheeky grin and pushed the door wide open. The light from the hallway spilled into the room, magnifying her beauty even more.

"Good afternoon, Third Brother."

Xu Yi saw her too and immediately beckoned the little girl over to sit, his words full of concern.

She knew most of the people present, so she didn't stand on ceremony.

She greeted them one by one, her mouth as sweet as honey.

When she reached Wen Fucheng, even her sweet mouth hit a snag. In her previous life, she had died without ever having any connection to Wen Fucheng, but living in similar circles, it was hard not to know news about him.

There was no helping it; the man was simply too formidable.

Xu Yi had gone out to take a call.

Wen Yue was busy being affectionate with his girlfriend.

Jiang Cheng, leaning on the words Wen Fucheng had said earlier, wasn't sure how to proceed and stayed silent.

"Wen Fucheng." His voice was slightly deep, yet clear and smooth, making Ying Jing’s ears tingle.

"Mr. Wen, hello."

The young girl’s eyes curved into crescents; she smiled like a cute, naive fox.

It caused a smile to bloom involuntarily in his eyes. Under the dim light, no one could see him carefully observing the young girl before him.

So, it was her!

She was worth him being reborn once and maintaining such a good temper.

Ying Jing’s "Mr. Wen" was heard by Xu Yi, who had just finished his call and walked into the room. He immediately slapped her on the back. "What 'Mr. Wen'? That’s Second Uncle."

Since they all had to address him with such respect, Ying Jing naturally had to follow suit.

Ying Jing wasn't very willing; she and Wen Fucheng had no blood relation.

Besides, once she called him Second Uncle, it would be hard to get things done later—it would be awkward.

"Mr. Wen is so young, why call him Second Uncle? I think 'Big Brother Wen' is more like it."

Her words caused some dissatisfaction among the young masters present.

"Jingbao, who are you trying to take advantage of here?"

They called Wen Fucheng Second Uncle, and if Ying Jing called him Big Brother Wen, what would they have to call Ying Jing?

This little ancestor had quite the imagination.

In the end, Ying Jing was forced by Xu Yi to press her head down and call the man sitting upright on the sofa "Second Uncle."