Chapter 6: He Slowly Approached Her

In the past, Ying Jing would either be clinging to Lu Zishu or pestering him over the phone every single day. If he hadn't seen her here tonight, Lu Zishu would have almost thought she had vanished off the face of the earth.

Thinking of this, he felt that the things he had said a few days ago were a bit excessive. "About what I said a few days ago..." It was clear that Lu Zishu intended to apologize, but Ying Jing had no interest in listening.

She waved her hand dismissively.

"I know, you don't like me. I've always known that! So don't worry." Ying Jing suddenly patted his shoulder in a heartfelt manner. "I won't pester you anymore from now on." Not only would she not pester him, she would stay far away from him.

Ying Jing had apologized to him properly.

In the past, it was because of the plot; she had no choice.

But now, seeing that there were no consequences for the things she had said earlier, her heart was already filled with ecstasy.

She was finally free from the control of the plot.

After Ying Jing left, Lu Zishu stood where he was.

For some reason, his heart felt a bit empty; perhaps it was just the sudden lack of habit that made him feel uncomfortable.

Ying Jing seemed to have changed from this moment on.

That was a good thing, anyway. He had never intended to get involved with these wealthy families.

He figured she had just been acting on a whim, and now that she was bored of the game, she naturally didn't care anymore. Thinking of this, the man curled his lips in a mocking smile.

Ying Jing sneezed while walking down the road.

The girl stood by the side of the road, looking down and picking at her nails, distracted.

She didn't know if openly defying the male lead would bring any consequences.

She couldn't worry about all that now. She couldn't worry about whether it was bad to have a falling out with Lu Zishu.

Standing beneath the vast, towering building, Ying Jing looked up at the star-filled sky.

Suddenly, a car pulled up slowly in front of her. Thinking it was Uncle Li, the girl happily pulled the door open, but just as she was about to step forward, she sensed something was wrong.

Since when did her family own such an extravagant car?

Her hand froze on the door handle.

The window in front of her slowly rolled down, and the figure of the man in the back seat gradually came into view.

"Wen Fucheng." Ying Jing exclaimed, blurting out his full name in her surprise.

A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes. He twirled the pen in his hand, and his voice echoed softly in the darkness.

"Not calling me Second Uncle anymore?"

There was a hint of teasing in his tone... and a touch of gentleness that was hard to detect.

The young girl lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Calling you Second Uncle is so distant!"

Ying Jing never would have imagined she would run into Wen Fucheng's car on the side of the road; hadn't he left long ago?

This was awkward. She had just been teasing him, and now she had walked right into the line of fire.

He couldn't possibly be waiting here specifically to catch her and get revenge, could he?

Unfortunately, the surroundings were too quiet, with only the sound of passing traffic and the wind.

Every word she said fell clearly into the ears of the man in the seat.

Watching the rose, which had been vibrant just moments ago, now drooping its head listlessly, the man felt a stir in his palm, a desire to lift it back up.

He wanted to stroke it gently.

"Heading home?"

Ah! Right... she was heading home.

Releasing her grip on the car door, Ying Jing stepped back and stood on the curb. "Sorry, I mistook the car for another." It had stopped in front of her so suddenly that she thought it was the driver, Uncle Li.

A voice from behind interrupted their conversation.

No sooner said than done, Wen Yue walked over, holding Yan Shuang's hand. The tear-stained look on Yan Shuang's face had already vanished.

Wen Yue had spotted Ying Jing standing by the road from a distance, and the car in front of her looked familiar. As he got closer, he realized he recognized both of them.

"Second Uncle, why are you still here?"

It was well known that Wen Fucheng held this nephew in high regard. Since graduating from high school, Wen Yue had been learning to manage the company by his side. In Wen Yue's heart, he respected this Second Uncle deeply; regardless of the reason, he would always tell Wen Fucheng first whenever he started dating someone.

"I ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a bit, which delayed me. It's getting late; if you have nothing else to do, you should head back and rest early too."

Wen Yue nodded; he understood. Just like how he had run into a friend in the lobby earlier and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Yan Shuang, who had been following her boyfriend the whole time, was completely ignored. When she tried to speak to Wen Fucheng, she was repelled by the frost in the man's eyes.

He was not satisfied.

He was not satisfied with her, his nephew's girlfriend.

Yan Shuang bit her lip hard to keep her emotions from showing.

Just then, Ying Jing, who was standing to the side, took a call and looked at the person in the car with a troubled expression, her face beaming with a smile. "Second Uncle! The driver is stuck in traffic and can't make it. Could you give me a lift to the bus station up ahead? I'll take the bus home myself."

Wen Yue was about to say it was impossible—his Second Uncle was a cold, unapproachable man, and if it wasn't on his way, he wouldn't offer a ride. Who would have thought that his usually icy-cold Second Uncle would actually shift to the side, clearing a seat? The intention was obvious—if not for Ying Jing, then for whom?

Ying Jing clapped her hands and happily pulled the door open to climb in.

She even waved at Wen Yue considerately.

The car drove off, revealing the window that hadn't been rolled up yet. Yan Shuang, standing next to Wen Yue, glared at her with venomous eyes.

As if to say, *you little slut.*

Ying Jing didn't back down and glared right back.

*Not as much as you.*

As soon as she got in the car, Ying Jing quickly sent a message to the driver, telling him to take the car to Chunan Building to wait for her.

The car was very spacious, yet she huddled in the corner.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the man sitting next to her, flipping through a book.

What kind of book was it, to be so interesting?

Ying Jing was a little curious, but she didn't dare to lean in too close.

A sudden ringtone pierced the quiet space.

Wen Fucheng lifted his eyelids and looked in her direction. Ying Jing panicked and reached for her phone to silence it. But as luck would have it, in her haste, she pressed "answer."

"Ying Jing."

On the screen, the words [Like Him] were displayed in bright, bold letters.

*Oh crap,* Ying Jing wanted to die.

What kind of ridiculous contact name was that?

Hadn't they just met? She braced herself and put the phone to her ear. "What?"

Even through the screen, Ying Jing wanted to give Lu Zishu a beating. Why call at a time like this? It was really ruining her chances at romance!

"I've returned the money to you; check your bank account." The other party's tone was icy.

Lu Zishu had transferred the money back to her the moment he got off work; he seemed very anxious to distance himself from her.

That was fine; Ying Jing was even more anxious than him right now.

Ying Jing wasn't happy either, and her tone was equally irritable.

"Yeah, okay. I know. That's all." She didn't want to say another word, and as soon as she finished, she hung up the phone impatiently.

She didn't want to appear to have too much of a connection with Lu Zishu in front of Wen Fucheng.

He must have heard that, right? Ying Jing felt annoyed.

He definitely heard it, and not only did he hear it, he saw the contact name too.

Furious, she poked at her phone screen several times and decisively changed the contact name.

Wen Fucheng watched as she changed the name to just "Lu Zishu."

He couldn't help but ask.

"Is that the person you like?"

Ying Jing was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; all the fur on her body stood on end.

"No, no, no." A triple denial. "I don't like him, and I have nothing to do with him. How could I possibly like Lu Zishu? Who I like is..." All her words came to an abrupt halt, and the carriage fell into a deathly silence.

The way she looked, like a pufferfish that had been poked in the belly, was incredibly cute.

"If you don't, you don't. Why are you in such a rush?" As he spoke, a tissue was handed to Ying Jing.

She had broken into a sweat from the excitement and nervousness.

Seeing that she didn't take it, Wen Fucheng's eyes deepened. The next second, the tissue was placed against her forehead.

Through the thin paper, the temperature of the man's fingertips gradually rose.

He slowly leaned in toward her...

And said a single sentence...

(End of chapter)