Chapter 9: His Comment Under Her Moments

In his past life, Wen Yue married Yan Shuang. They did indeed spend a sweet period of time together after the wedding, but as Lu Zishu rose to prominence, Yan Shuang betrayed Wen Yue. In the end, the two divorced. When Yan Shuang couldn't gain any benefits from Lu Zishu, she finally thought of the Wen Yue she had abandoned.

The pathetic Wen Yue, believing she had truly repented, ended up losing a leg for her in a moment of desperation.

If it hadn't been for Wen Fucheng pulling him back at that time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Do you think she really likes you?"

"Isn't it true love if two people are together?"

Wen Fucheng looked at him as if he were looking at a mentally disabled person. He wondered how Wen Yue had lived to this age and had so many relationships while remaining so naive.

"Are you... having problems with your brain?"

Wen Yue was choked up, looking at his second uncle in disbelief.

In the past, no matter how stern Wen Fucheng was, he had never spoken to him like this. Wen Yue’s pure, youthful heart suffered a devastating blow.

"It’s what you taught me."

Wen Fucheng rubbed his forehead. "I taught you how to conduct yourself and how to manage a company. I never taught you to be so poor at judging people."

What did that mean?

What was wrong with Yan Shuang?

"Yan Shuang, she..."

"Your eyes are on your own head; don't think that just because someone is close to you, you don't need to be on guard. No matter how close someone is, it is necessary to remain a little vigilant."

"Including you, Second Uncle?"

"Of course."

Wen Fucheng sat at his desk, hands clasped together, speaking to him with earnest advice.

"As of now, I don't think she is suitable enough for you to bring her back to the Wen family. As far as I know, your last relationship didn't end long ago. If this is what you call true love, I think it’s necessary for me to properly examine your resolve."

What?

Before Wen Yue could react, Wen Fucheng spoke directly.

"From now on, I will freeze all your cards. In the future, rely on your own part-time work to maintain your so-called true love. We’ll talk again when I decide to relent."

The fall from heaven to hell happened in an instant.

How could Wen Yue not understand what Wen Fucheng meant?

With the Wen family's massive assets, even if Wen Yue wasn't the one to inherit everything in the future, at least half of the empire would be handed to him. All along, Wen Fucheng had been putting his all into teaching him how to manage the company.

Anyone who approached him would naturally be seen as someone after his status and position.

Wen Yue was willing to accept the test.

"But Second Uncle, have you ever thought that these assumptions might not hold true? No matter how you test me now, I will always be a member of the Wen family, and others will naturally think the same."

"Therefore, starting tomorrow, I will no longer keep you by my side. Not only that, I will let everyone know that I have given up on you."

Was he serious?

His second uncle was actually this ruthless.

Wen Yue didn't understand.

"Second Uncle."

"You will understand in the future."

After finishing, Wen Fucheng signaled that he could leave. Wen Yue walked to the door, gripped the handle, and turned back, seemingly unwilling to let it go.

"Second Uncle, life is so long—have you never been irrational for someone?"

At that moment, Wen Yue couldn't read his second uncle. He had never seen this man show weakness. But at this moment, his tone seemed to soften, and he let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"It is precisely because I was too rational that I missed out on too much. Life isn't as long as you think. Do you think I would harm you?"

Wen Yue shook his head; he didn't think so.

"I completely understand why you have such concerns, so I won't argue excessively. On the contrary, I will use my own resolve to prove to you that your answer tonight is wrong. Second Uncle, I will prove it to you." He repeated the words once more.

After he left, Wen Fucheng still laughed at him for being too naive.

Sometimes, the path for two people is useless if it relies on the resolve of only one.

Wen Yue walked out the door and was hit by the cold wind, which sobered him up quite a bit.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Wen Fucheng looked at his phone, lost in thought.

That familiar string of numbers appeared before his eyes; he could even recite them backward.

He entered them into the friend request field, and the identity verification popped up quickly.

Ying Jing’s WeChat avatar was very simple. It consisted of two characters: "Bao Fu" (Leopard Wealth).

It was a leopard demon from *Journey to the West* wearing cool sunglasses on the bridge of its nose. On the sunglasses were two characters, "Bao Fu" (a pun on "getting rich quick"), which was a very popular meme on the internet recently.

He thought for a moment, typed his name, and sent it.

Ying Jing, who had just received the friend notification, was splashing water on her face and reached for her phone. Many people added her; some she didn't know how they got her number. In the past, she would have ignored anyone she didn't recognize.

Today, however, she clicked on each one to check.

She just didn't want to miss the chance, in case Wen Fucheng added her.

She hadn't held much hope, but who would have thought the first one she clicked on was him.

Ying Jing thought she had misread it and brought it closer to look several times.

The result of being too clumsy was that she accidentally clicked "Reject."

Ying Jing was heartbroken on the spot and felt like she needed an ambulance.

She knelt by the bed, wailing incessantly.

Ying Zenan, who had finished his work, passed by her door and couldn't help but knock. "Ying Jing, what kind of madness are you having?"

Ying Jing wailed for a long time.

"Brother, your brother-in-law, who was almost cooked, has flown away."

What kind of nonsense was that? He told her to go to sleep immediately and turned back to his own room.

Wen Fucheng didn't care about the rejection message; he simply sent the request again.

He was very patient with her.

The phone vibrated in Ying Jing’s palm, and the girl sprawled by the bed immediately looked up.

She didn't care about her messy hair or her wet, sticky face.

"Brother, your cooked brother-in-law has come back."

Ying Jing jumped onto the bed in joy. She had only bounced once.

The bed collapsed.

Hearing the loud crash, Ying Zenan rushed over, knocked three times, and only entered after receiving a response.

Facing the room that looked like it had been ransacked, and then looking at his sister’s crazed appearance, he sighed.

"Earlier, I thought you had a chance at chasing Wen Fucheng. Now, I think Wen Fucheng would be crazy if he liked you."

Ying Zenan chased her to the guest room, planning to have someone deliver a new bed the next day.

Ying Jing happily rolled away, clutching her phone.

Ying Zenan watched her back as she practically fled, and couldn't help but shake his head.

He took a photo of the collapsed bed and posted it to his Moments.

【Ying Zenan: In the middle of the night, Ying Jing jumped the bed into a collapse. [Photo]】

Soon, there were all kinds of comments and likes below.

The most common reply was: "Jing-bao is truly awesome."

Row after row, they were all like that.

Why else would people say there are so many coincidences in this world? Even Ying Zenan had forgotten on what occasion years ago he had exchanged WeChat with Wen Fucheng out of social politeness, which led to Wen Fucheng sitting in his friend list for so long that he had forgotten about it.

Wen Fucheng naturally saw Ying Zenan’s Moments.

He stared at the photo—which clearly didn't have her in it—for a long time, imagining what she looked like.

Among the pile of bandwagon comments, he left one that stood out.

【Wen Fucheng: Very cute.】

The president's friends are also presidents; the crown prince's friends are also crown princes.

They were all connected.

Naturally, many people saw the comment.

*President Wen, you’re acting strange.*