Chapter 47: Rushing Through Mountains and Seas to Be by Your Side

Ying Jing’s hand was held, causing the milk tea to slosh several times. Fortunately, the lid was tight, so not much spilled out.

What’s gotten into him?

She looked at the man, whose emotions seemed somewhat agitated, with a puzzled expression.

Sensing his emotional fluctuation, Wen Fucheng suppressed the surging love in his chest.

He let go of her hand.

The next second, Ying Jing grabbed it and put it back.

"If you want to hold it, just hold it! It’s not like I’m not letting you. Here, take it!" After saying this, she pouted and looked away, though her face had actually been flushed for quite a while.

She relied on the cover of the streetlights to avoid looking too embarrassed.

She slurped up the pearls.

She deliberately looked elsewhere.

He began to walk forward slowly, and the person beside him gradually adapted to his pace.

From a distance, the two figures looked as if they were about to merge into one.

"Wen Fucheng, you still haven't told me why you like Shanghai."

His voice, sounding near and far, echoed in her ears.

"Because, someone I love very much is here."

Ying Jing pursed her small lips. It’s her, right! It’s definitely her!

Hehe!

She was so happy she could drink two more cups of milk tea.

As expected of the man she set her sights on; he was just as devoted and single-minded as she was.

"Don't worry, I’ve divined it—you will definitely have a blissful marriage in this life."

"Then, Great Immortal, help me calculate: besides a blissful marriage, will I also have both a son and a daughter?"

Ying Jing:...

*Cough, cough~* Why did she have the illusion that she was being teased?

"This... that... of course, that depends on whether the father is up to the task."

Ying Jing rarely heard him laugh out loud. At this moment, she felt that all her efforts were worth it.

He must be truly happy, right?

Only then would he laugh so unreservedly.

He pinched her little hand. "Then the mother will have to work hard and put in some effort, too."

She really couldn't drink this milk tea anymore.

Ying Jing’s mind was filled with "yellow" thoughts.

It wasn't that her willpower was weak; it was just that the enemy’s flirting skills were too profound. She couldn't resist and was already prepared to wave a white flag and surrender.

Because of that cup of milk tea, Ying Jing went to the bathroom several times after getting home. The tragic part was that she also suffered from insomnia.

In the middle of the night, she sat in the living room, staring fiercely at the milk tea on the table.

Wen Fucheng opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Hearing the sound, Ying Jing immediately looked at him. "Sorry, did I wake you?" She slumped on the table, feeling a bit defeated. "But I really can't sleep!"

Drinking a cup of milk tea late at night—it would be a miracle if she didn't have insomnia.

"So I’ve decided to drink the remaining cup, too."

Wen Fucheng:...

Ying Jing was just about to reach for it when he stopped her, but it was already too late; the young girl had already swallowed a large gulp.

He was truly speechless with anger.

He held Ying Jing’s chin with one hand, his expression somewhat stern.

"Ying Jing."

The man’s tone was heavier.

Ying Jing looked at him with a grievance-filled expression, and tears welled up in her eyes with a blink.

"Don't cry."

This little girl must have been a Best Actress in her past life; who knows how many awards she won? Her tears fell the moment she wanted them to.

It was indistinguishable from the real thing.

Even so, she couldn't escape Wen Fucheng’s sharp eyes.

"You’re being mean to me."

Wen Fucheng compromised. No matter how sharp his eyes were, he couldn't escape her "Five Finger Mountain."

"I wasn't being mean to you; I was trying to reason with you."

"Then talk to me nicely! Even though I won't listen anyway."

He was amused to the point of anger by her reply.

Wen Fucheng had a bit of a headache.

"You really can't sleep?"

"Mm-hmm."

He looked at her, took the milk tea, and took a large gulp using the straw Ying Jing had used.

Ying Jing was shocked and reached out, but couldn't stop him. "Are you crazy!" He had drunk so much that the level instantly dropped by half.

Ying Jing felt a pang of heartache. She could sleep in, but he had to keep working.

"You said you couldn't sleep, but now you have company."

Ying Jing was warmed by his words, moved to the point of a mess. This time, she was truly crying tears of joy and couldn't stop.

Wen Fucheng coaxed her over and over again.

It doesn't matter!

What does it matter?

As long as that person is you.

Her tears soaked the man’s pajamas. Ying Jing was tired from crying and simply fell asleep in his arms.

Wen Fucheng truly had no temper left now.

Ying Jing slept soundly, but he was completely sleepless.

He held her in that awkward position all night, only managing to doze off for a while in the early morning.

The noisy alarm didn't wake her; she only turned over in displeasure.

This turn gave the man’s numb arm a moment of relief.

Taking advantage of this gap, he gently carried his treasure back to the bedroom.

Ying Jing slept incredibly soundly the moment her head hit the pillow.

He tucked her in, and before leaving, Wen Fucheng kissed the corner of her lips.

Just then, a beam of sunlight broke through the window and landed on the sleeping girl’s face.

In a place she couldn't see, all the deep affection that had been locked away was released.

Heaven can see, Earth can know.

Across the vast mountains and rivers, the sun and moon can bear witness.

Even the sunlight had stamped its seal upon them.

The call was from Zhang Yang; Wen Fucheng had been late a few times recently.

He had no choice but to call and wake his boss up from his "cushy nest."

The invitation from the Ye family was delivered to the company, and Zhang Yang handed it to Wen Fucheng.

"Boss, if you don't want to go, you can decline."

The Ye family didn't have much of a connection with them, and there wasn't much overlap in their work.

It was just that Wen Fucheng had been appearing in Shanghai with high frequency recently, and many people were speculating whether the Wen Group was planning a major move in the city. If they could get even a tiny project from the Wen family, it would be enough for them to make a lot of money.

Just look at the contract Ying Zenan signed with the Wen Group a while ago to see how envious people were.

Wen Fucheng’s itinerary was known to few, and he wouldn't easily see anyone.

Many people were using this opportunity to try and befriend Wen Fucheng.

The Ye family thought the same.

"Who said I’m not going?"

Not only was he going, but he was going to do it in a high-profile way.

Otherwise, how would his little girl spot him in the crowd at a single glance?

On the night of the banquet, Ying Jing was called home by a phone call from her brother.

She didn't know beforehand that Wen Fucheng would be going.

She had only sent him a message, but received no response the entire time, until she got into Ying Zenan’s car.

Zhang Yang’s call came halfway there.

An anxious voice came through the receiver.

"Miss Ying, President Wen is sick. I can't get away right now; could you please go home and check on him? I can't get through to the boss’s phone anymore."

Hearing only the first half of the sentence, Ying Jing impatiently told Ying Zenan to stop the car.

"What are you doing?"

Ying Jing got out of the car in a panic. "Brother, I have something very important to do right now. You go ahead!"

Ying Zenan frowned, displeased.

"What important thing do you have that you must leave right now?"

"Yes, it’s very important to me."

After saying this, she didn't wait for Ying Zenan to speak, slammed the car door, and ran toward an empty taxi on the side of the road.

Ying Zenan watched her get into the car.

"Leaving so fast... I wanted to say that if there’s something important, I could have driven you there. This damn girl..."

Ying Jing:...

Returning home, Ying Jing pushed the door open in a rush. Why is it so dark! She had opened the curtains when she left.

Her footsteps had just entered the darkness when the door behind her was closed.

A hot body hugged her from behind.

A familiar scent lingered at the tip of her nose.

It made her tense body instantly relax.

"Wen Fucheng?"

"Hmm?"

His voice was a bit hoarse—very serious.

Ying Jing turned around in his arms, using the dim light to see the man in front of her clearly.

The next second, all the lights behind her turned on.

A beautiful gown caught her eyes.