Chapter 22: Romance Crushed Within the Waves of One's Eyes

Ying Jing woke up to find herself in an unfamiliar place.

Thinking of who she had been with last night, she quickly calmed down.

She just never expected that the first person she would see upon leaving the room would be him. There is an old saying that a gentleman is as gentle as jade; when it comes down to it, Wen Fucheng really wasn't far off from that description.

Seeing that she had woken up and gotten out of bed, the man closed the book in his hand and walked into the room.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Ying Jing nodded hurriedly. "I slept very soundly."

She wasn't worried at all about Wen Fucheng taking advantage of her; instead, she was wondering if she had done anything out of line to him.

Zhang Yang arrived carrying breakfast, and Ying Jing opened the door for him.

He wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ying Jing there and even greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Ying. The boss didn't have breakfast, so I bought an extra portion while I was at it. You two should eat together! I’ll head downstairs first." He wore an expression that said, *I understand everything, don't you dare try to explain, because explaining is just covering up.*

Ying Jing couldn't even stop him.

"Last night..."

She sat at one side of the dining table, taking the items out of the bag one by one, watching the man's movements out of the corner of her eye.

"You were drunk last night."

Yes, yes, yes, she was drunk. But she was now desperately wanting to know if she had been all over Wen Fucheng.

"Then I..."

The seafood porridge was still steaming, each spoonful fragrant and rich. Wen Fucheng glanced at her. "My room is next door."

Well then! That explained everything clearly.

He had just come over this morning.

Meanwhile, Ying Jing had been sleeping like a little piglet, legs kicked up, tossing and turning in her dreams, sleeping soundly.

After breakfast, Wen Fucheng had to leave.

Ying Jing planned to go back a bit later.

Just before he left, he suddenly asked her a question. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Ying Jing was a simpleton who never remembered anything when she was drunk.

Last night, huh.

"Did something happen last night?"

"You don't even remember the things you said?"

She... what things had she said? Ying Jing really wanted to say she vaguely remembered, but Wen Fucheng clearly didn't believe her.

"Fine, I really don't remember anything. I didn't actually do anything to you, did I?" Ying Jing looked terrified, but inside she was pleasantly surprised. *Hurry up and tell me to take responsibility! Hurry, hurry.* She had money; if it really wasn't enough, she would smash Ying Zenan's piggy bank to support him.

Ying Jing knew she was prone to trouble when drinking, so she never drank recklessly anywhere except at home.

In her previous life, after the Ying family went bankrupt, too many people looked down on her, and everyone wanted to step on her. Even with nothing left, she didn't want to submit to anyone. But no matter how well she calculated, she couldn't account for others; she was still schemed against at a dinner table.

Once drunk, people wanted to get their hands on her.

Knowing she couldn't escape then, Ying Jing simply drank until the end, drinking until she vomited blood and ended up in the hospital.

After that, if anyone still wanted to touch her, they were truly courting death.

However, someone once said something very reasonable back then.

What right do ants have to talk about survival?

Without the sanctity of protection, why bother acting so high and mighty?

But later, those people inexplicably began to have accidents one after another and disappeared from Ying Jing's field of vision, never to appear again.

Outsiders just thought she was lucky, but only she knew it was the people Wen Fucheng left in the country who had resolved those bad things for her.

He didn't speak, so Ying Jing took a step forward on her own.

The little fox began to reveal her claws, reaching toward her prey.

"Second Uncle, I didn't offend you, did I?" The young girl's eyes curved into crescents, her smile shallow, looking to be in a good mood.

"And what if you did?"

"Then why don't I compensate you with myself!"

The young girl was truly not reserved at all, but if it came from Ying Jing's mouth, Wen Fucheng had no desire to hold it against her. Her affection was undisguised, and from the moment he allowed her to enter his world, he had already made his decision.

"You like me?" The man took the initiative, all for this very moment.

Ying Jing was stunned for a moment by his blunt words. When she realized he was about to leave, she grabbed his hand eagerly.

"Yes, I like you. I liked you the first moment I saw you. Not only that, I'm going to pursue you."

She had finally said it without any reservations. Nothing had happened.

It felt as if she had waited so long just for today.

She hadn't disappeared, and he was still right in front of her.

"Wen Fucheng, I..." *I really, really love you!*

"Your brother and the others have to call me Second Uncle when they see me."

Ying Jing fidgeted, feeling a bit shy. "I don't mind being a Second Aunt." If she successfully pursued Wen Fucheng, Ying Zenan would have to call her "Mom"—just think about how awesome that would be.

Wen Fucheng was amused to the point of anger by her words. Was that what he meant?

"I'm not easy to pursue."

"It doesn't matter, I'm thick-skinned." Seeing him silent, Ying Jing struck while the iron was hot. "So, are you going to let me pursue you or not!" She even started acting like a spoiled child, which left him completely unable to resist.

"Fine, I'll let you pursue me."

He hadn't planned on this; Ying Jing's rebirth had disrupted his initial plans, but at worst, he would just accompany her.

"Really? Are you really that easy to talk to, Second Uncle?" Where had that high and mighty, cold, and stern Wen Fucheng gone?

"Who told you to be Ying Jing."

Since it was Ying Jing, he couldn't find a single reason to refuse.

And he couldn't bear to refuse any of her requests.

"Then how do you want me to pursue you?" Her bright smile was too radiant. The itch in his palms reminded him every moment that he wanted to touch the girl's hair and ruffle her fluffy head.

"Me? I want to..." *No, she couldn't tell him what she was thinking right now!* "If I tell you, how is that still pursuing someone? Don't try to trick me."

However, Ying Jing was still very curious about how he had agreed to her seemingly absurd idea.

"Second Uncle, you don't happen to have feelings for me too, do you?" She never knew when he had started to like her in her past life, but in this life, she absolutely would not miss the answer.

Her delicate little face leaned in close to his. As their eyes met, they both saw their own reflections in the other's gaze.

"Want to know?"

Ying Jing nodded impatiently.

She wanted to know so badly.

"Wait until you've successfully pursued me, then we'll talk."

What? At this rate, wouldn't it take a long time?

"How about you just go through the motions symbolically, Second Uncle, and say yes to me tomorrow?"

*Little fox, keep dreaming.*

If she hadn't said anything, Wen Fucheng would never have thought of letting her pursue him. But since she had said it, he would just go along with it. How would a little princess pursue someone? He had to admit, he was looking forward to it.

Zhang Yang's call came to urge him. After Wen Fucheng left, Ying Jing immediately opened her best friend's chat box.

[Ying Jing: Can you believe Wen Fucheng agreed to let me pursue him? Ahhh~ Sister, my mind is floating right now.]

[Ying Jing: When is the best time to get married? Do you know any old masters who can read the almanac? What do you think would be a good name for our children? Should the child look like me or him?]

...

Ying Jing rattled off a bunch of messages.

Wei Yi replied after a moment.

[Wei Yi: Did you drug him?]

[Chasing the husband, chasing the husband, getting married soon! One thought it was marriage before love, the other was actually a long-planned scheme.]

(End of chapter)