Chapter 18: Goodnight Jingbao, My Little Princess

Ying Jing stood by the side of the road trying to hail a taxi, but at this hour, the cars were either occupied or none were passing by.

Lu Zishu, who had just finished his part-time job, happened to pass by. Remembering that he had been helped by Ying Zenan earlier, he decided to walk over to the person by the roadside.

Upon hearing Lu Zishu’s familiar voice, Ying Jing jumped several meters away, as if he were some kind of ferocious beast she couldn't avoid fast enough.

Lu Zishu was confused.

"I... I haven't done anything to offend you lately, have I?" It seemed that ever since that last time, Ying Jing had become a completely different person.

She was avoiding him at every turn.

"Can I ask why?"

What?

Ying Jing was puzzled.

"You said you didn't like me and wouldn't pester me anymore. How did you suddenly have a change of heart? You weren't like this before."

"Eh, you said it yourself—that was before. The past doesn't count anymore. I’m very sorry for causing you so much trouble. Please, I beg you, don't take it to heart. If possible, let’s just never see each other again, okay?"

She used to be so annoying, knowing only how to revolve around him every single day.

Lu Zishu had thought she was idle and had nothing better to do, no different from a female hooligan.

Yet, despite pestering him, Ying Jing could still manage to rank first in the entire school.

That damn talent of hers was truly one of a kind.

Thinking about it carefully, aside from the fact that her pestering made him feel exceptionally humiliated, Ying Jing had mostly been doing things for him.

Knowing he had to work part-time in addition to studying, she would arrive at the cafeteria early to get his food, save him a seat, and eat with him.

On rainy days, she would disregard her own safety to bring an umbrella to his classroom.

When he stayed up late in the study hall to finish assignments, she would sit beside him and organize his materials.

When others looked down on him, she was the first to stand up, arguing eloquently that he would surely be successful in the future.

Everyone thought he was lucky to have such a famous pursuer.

Yet, in private, they mocked him for having dumb luck, latching onto the Ying family to become a gold-plated son-in-law.

Lu Zishu knew what he wanted, and Ying Jing had never been in his considerations.

But why, then, did he feel this way after hearing Yan Shuang tell him that Ying Jing suddenly didn't like him anymore just because she had taken a fancy to someone else?

That he was nothing more than a plaything for Ying Jing in her spare time?

Why?

Why should she, Ying Jing, be allowed to quit this game whenever she wanted, while he, Lu Zishu, had to bear so much responsibility and be pointed at by others?

Unable to get a taxi, Ying Jing prepared to move to a different spot.

Suddenly, Lu Zishu walked toward her.

Ying Jing didn't react in time. Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and in the next second, she was spun 180 degrees, her forehead bumping into a hard chin.

She let out an "ow" in pain.

Wen Fucheng shielded her in his arms, his eyes dark as he stared at Lu Zishu’s hand, which was still half-extended.

The two men locked eyes, both revealing a trace of possessiveness.

In the end, the younger Lu Zishu was the one to back down.

Ying Jing was still in shock—how did she... suddenly end up in someone’s arms?

As she moved slightly, she was pulled back firmly by the other person.

Ying Jing sighed helplessly. In the dim light where expressions were hard to see, she pursed her lips and smiled. Her small, restless hands tentatively reached out and touched the corner of his coat, clutching it.

Fine, fine! Since it’s you, Wen Fucheng, I’ll let you hold me.

He smelled so good.

After a moment, she was finally released, and Lu Zishu was gone.

"Why are you here?" Shouldn't you be in the capital?

"It’s your brother’s birthday. The Ying family and Huangchao Entertainment have a partnership, so I had to come. My flight was delayed." By the time they arrived in Shanghai, everything was already over.

He stood by the roadside, patiently explaining the reason to her.

As the night grew colder, he didn't hesitate to take off his coat and drape it over Ying Jing.

"Why are you here all by yourself?"

Speaking of that, Ying Jing looked at him, feeling aggrieved.

"I was dumped by my brother."

As far as he knew, Ying Zenan doted on this younger sister; it didn't seem like he would just leave her here.

"Why?"

Ying Jing proudly tilted her head, looking in the direction Lu Zishu had left. "Because I told him that if I liked Lu Zishu, Ying Zenan would gain thirty pounds."

The driver in the car couldn't help but laugh.

"Get in the car first, I’ll take you home."

Ying Jing nodded. "Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'm really sorry to trouble you."

He pretended not to see the slyness in the young girl's eyes.

Not long after she got into Wen Fucheng’s car, Ying Zenan called. Ying Jing answered and preemptively scolded her brother.

"Your sister is so pretty, aren't you afraid I’ll get kidnapped?"

"So, were you kidnapped?"

Ying Jing held the phone to her ear, glancing at the person sitting next to her.

She hadn't been kidnapped; she had just kidnapped someone else instead.

Seeing that she was fine and already on her way back, Ying Zenan didn't turn around and just waited for her at home.

A luxury car slowly drove into the grounds of Ying Jing’s villa. Ying Zenan stood in front of the courtyard gate. He expected Ying Jing to step out, but a familiar figure caught his eye first.

"Wen Fucheng?"

The man walked to Ying Jing’s side and opened the car door for his little princess before he had time to acknowledge Ying Zenan.

He handed Ying Zenan a gift bag that the driver had passed to him.

"Happy birthday."

"Tha—thank you."

He returned to the car and spoke a few words to Ying Jing before leaving.

Ying Jing walked up to Ying Zenan. Seeing her brother dazed, she stood beside him, and the two siblings just stared ahead.

"Brother, isn't he handsome?"

Ying Zenan probably didn't know what she was talking about, but he agreed that he was handsome anyway.

"Then can I kidnap him and make him your brother-in-law?"

"Sure."

Only after coming to his senses did Ying Zenan realize what she meant.

"Sure my ass, go back inside and sleep."

Ying Zenan carried the birthday gift Wen Fucheng had given him back to his study.

After unwrapping it, he fell silent.

Is it too late to send his sister over now?

Ying Zenan had been struggling with a project for a long time, and talks with the other company's vice president had yielded no results.

He hadn't expected Wen Fucheng to step in and settle it in a few days, even handing the project directly to him.

When Ying Jing found out, she immediately sent a WeChat message to thank him.

【Ying Jing: My brother really likes that project. Thank you, Second Uncle, for your generosity.】

The man, who had just arrived at his hotel, picked up the warm water by his side and drank it in one gulp.

He wasn't doing it for anyone else.

【Wen Fucheng: Still not asleep?】

【Ying Jing: About to sleep now.】

【Wen Fucheng: Be careful of dark circles.】

【Ying Jing: Little fairies like me don't get dark circles.】

【Ying Jing: Goodnight, Second Uncle!】

Ying Jing put down her phone. Before her arm could even touch the pillow, the sound of a WeChat notification rang out.

She picked it up and tapped it.

It wasn't a message, but a short voice clip.

Ying Jing tapped it without thinking.

In the silent room, the man’s deep, sexy voice drifted out.

"Goodnight, Jingbao."

Suppressing her excitement, Ying Jing carefully tapped it again to listen.

He called her Jingbao.

Ahhh... rounding it up, she’d just pretend he was calling her his wife.

(End of chapter)