Chapter 43: Every Detail Engraved into the Bone

The clouds part to reveal the bright moon.

The bright moon pulls her into its embrace.

The girl buries her face in the man's chest, blushing.

Continue or stop?

The decision rests in her hands.

Wen Fucheng places the decision in Ying Jing's hands.

She is deeply curious whether her words carry any weight with him.

She steals a glance from the corner of her eye and discovers he is looking right at her.

Ying Jing is all too familiar with that look in his eyes. She has seen it countless times in the mirror—that is the look of her deeply loving Wen Fucheng.

Not taking advantage when you can is foolish.

Like a little thief who has received a pardon, Ying Jing tugs gently on the corner of the man's clothes a few times.

"Second Uncle. Kiss me again!"

His kisses are sugar sweet to the point of cloying.

Letting her taste them again and again, yet she still can't get enough.

She takes the initiative enthusiastically, laying her desires bare before the man without reservation.

Smiling like a drunken fox, she rubs against his chin in a showy manner.

Wen Fucheng takes a deep breath. This sweet burden—since he has given it, he must bear it.

With fragrant, soft jade in his arms, he pours all his deep affection into Ying Jing.

She loves his gentleness and refinement, and also his clear, handsome elegance. She loves every detail he has prepared for her.

With Wen Fucheng, Ying Jing receives unprecedented pampering and respect.

He doesn't say "I love you," yet everywhere he shows how much he values Ying Jing.

Wen Fucheng can lift her effortlessly. Ying Jing gasps softly, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, crossing and hooking together.

Her whole body is suspended in mid-air.

In a blink, she is already sitting on the edge of the dining table. He releases the hands encircling her waist.

Wen Fucheng supports himself on the table edge with one hand, leaning forward slightly, hooking Ying Jing's chin and covering her lips with his once more.

This morning seems to have endless time and energy.

Enough for him to slowly teach the girl how to kiss him.

Ying Jing has long fallen into his gentleness and has no intention of struggling at all. She closes her eyes obsessively, letting him continue kissing her.

A heart full of scorching heat, nearly melting her body.

Ying Jing's embracing hands helplessly loosen and fall.

She props herself up behind her, just to avoid being bullied too badly by him.

Sensing the change in the person in his arms.

The kiss hovering at the corner of his lips stops. He stays pressed against her like this as he speaks.

Leans in a little closer.

Purses his lips, revealing a smile.

"If we don't leave now, we'll really be late."

The little girl is rushing him now. Earlier she wasn't worried at all.

"Who initiated it first?"

Ying Jing doesn't want to admit it, grinning wickedly at him. "Who said the decision was in your hands, my little princess?" She's so bad, deliberately emphasizing the last few words.

Mhm.

Now she can wield a chicken feather like a royal decree, relying on Wen Fucheng's favor to be willfully arrogant.

She can even speak with her back straight.

Wen Fucheng holds her, his face showing joy along with her smile.

"It was me."

Even his laughter can't hide his happiness.

The morning's absurdity causes Wen Fucheng to arrive at the branch office an hour late, but no one dares say anything.

The vacated office has already been organized.

The secretary pushes the door open and comes out.

"Boss."

"Mm, I'll be here for a while. Everyone should know by now, right?"

The secretary nods. Most of the important people under Wen Fucheng remain at headquarters. Only a few followed him to Shanghai, and they've recently found places to settle.

It looks like the boss plans to stay here long-term.

Coming out of the office, the secretary happens to run into Zhang Yang returning. He pulls him aside.

"Tell me honestly. There's no important project here. Why would the boss suddenly decide to stay this long?"

This...

Zhang Yang takes a bite of the little pudding he just bought from the supermarket downstairs.

"It's precisely because he figured things out that he decided to stay. Be prepared! There will only be more trips like this in the future. You'll understand eventually!" Assistant Zhang holds the pudding in his mouth, straightens his back, brushes past the secretary—background cool, achievements hidden.

The secretary handles more of Wen Fucheng's work matters and occasionally separates from the boss's schedule.

Zhang Yang is different. Work-wise, there's basically nothing too difficult. He's mainly responsible for following Wen Fucheng around and handling all the big and small trivial matters.

Thinking of this morning when he went to pick up Wen Fucheng—the boss's lips looked like they had lipstick on them. No, they were hundreds of times more beautiful than lipstick.

Autumn hasn't passed, winter hasn't arrived.

Yet the earth already carries the scent of spring.

Ah, he wants to find a girlfriend to warm the bed in winter too.

Ying Jing is at home wearing headphones, cleaning the house. Before, an aunt came regularly. Now she wants to do it herself.

The apron-clad girl holds the machine. Everywhere she looks is the warmth of home.

Before, she always felt the house was too big. She bought many things, piled them up, but still couldn't shake the loneliness.

Now it's different. There are her things, and Wen Fucheng's things.

Not many, yet they make her feel the satisfaction of their two-person world more than the several times more physical objects from before.

Listening to music while cleaning, occasionally swaying to the rhythm, then successfully missing Ying Zenan's call.

By the time she notices, her brother has been blowing hot air downstairs for half an hour.

Ying Jing goes downstairs to throw out trash. Seeing a figure at the community gate who looks very much like Ying Zenan, she walks closer—it really is her brother.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Ying Zenan was about to leave when his sister walks right into his trap.

"You're home?"

"I've been home the whole time?"

Ying Zenan's face instantly changes. "You're home but won't open the door? Won't answer the phone? And when did you change the front door password?" He tried several times—all wrong passwords. Nearly made Ying Zenan think he had the wrong community. "Who are you guarding against?"

Ying Jing thinks: Isn't it just to guard against you?

Before, Ying Zenan knew the password to Ying Jing's apartment. But since Wen Fucheng moved in, Ying Jing was afraid her brother might one day impulsively run over. With a password, at least there's a buffer.

Not even giving a chance to explain, Ying Zenan scolds her for half a day.

Usually Ying Zenan wouldn't come here unless there's something.

"Grandpa Ye's birthday banquet. Mom doesn't have time to go this time. Dad's busy abroad, she went to keep him company for a while. You, come with me to try on formal wear."

Afraid he might discover something, Ying Jing immediately agrees to go right away.

She goes home, changes clothes, goes downstairs and gets into Ying Zenan's car.

Ying Zenan drives himself. Only the siblings in the car, the conversation relaxes a bit.

"Don't know how to invite your brother up for a sit. Ying Jing, I've discovered—have you been getting full of yourself lately?" In the past, every time she would drag Ying Zenan upstairs, pointing at rooms, coquettishly saying: Brother, look, is that spot white enough? Is that spot empty? Should we put something there to make it look more perfect?

Ying Zenan's card money was coaxed away by her like this.

"The house is a mess, not finished cleaning. Let's talk later."

What surprises Ying Zenan is that Ying Jing would actually take the initiative to clean.

(End of Chapter)