Chapter 8: Vowing to Pursue Wen Fucheng to Suit the Occasion

Ying Zenan returned to the country but didn't go to the company, heading straight to the Ying family home instead.

He waited for Ying Jing while handling work.

Ying Jing stood at the doorway, looking pitiful, especially after hearing her brother’s words.

She hesitated for a long time, not daring to go in.

"Am I some kind of ferocious beast?"

Ying Jing blinked and slowly shuffled inside.

"Brother."

"So you still remember I'm your brother. When you were throwing that suicide tantrum, why didn't you think about your brother, or think about Mom and Dad?"

On this point, Ying Jing truly had nothing to say.

She silently endured the wrath of the big boss.

With Ying Zenan around, Ying Jing had been a carefree little princess since childhood; her parents never forced too much of a future upon her. Instead, it was Ying Zenan who had always been groomed as the heir.

When Ying Jing was studying, Ying Zenan was studying. When Ying Jing was out eating, drinking, and having fun, Ying Zenan was still studying.

Though her brother would call her a lazy, spoiled young lady to her face, in reality, whenever there was something good to eat or fun to do, she was the first person he thought of.

If she ran out of money, she could just swipe his supplementary card.

For the sake of money, Ying Jing decided to forgive his nagging for now.

After all, her brother was quite handsome when he wasn't lecturing her.

Ying Zenan tossed the envelope his secretary had left behind at Ying Jing’s feet. The contents spilled out from the unsealed flap.

Ying Jing looked down and couldn't help but frown. The man and woman in the photos were none other than Lu Zishu and Yan Shuang.

"Is he the person you like?"

"Brother, you actually hired someone to stalk them? What you're doing is wrong." Ying Jing was a bit angry, but she had forgotten how she had frantically chased after Lu Zishu in the face of an unchangeable plot before this.

Ying Zenan helped her recall it, point by point.

"You have the nerve to lecture me? Who was the one stalking, blocking, threatening, and intimidating others? You’ve certainly mastered all the bad social habits. I’m showing you this now so you can clearly see what he looks like, tangled up with another woman."

"That’s the person he likes."

"You know that’s the person he likes, yet you still throw yourself at him. The Ying family gave birth to you and raised you, pampering you like a little princess, just for you to debase yourself like this?"

"Brother, it’s not that serious."

"You were about to slit your wrists, and you say it’s not serious? Do you have to wait until you're being sent to the crematorium for it to be serious?"

My own brother—this is definitely my own brother.

Ying Jing was left speechless by his few words.

"In any case, I do not approve of you being with Lu Zishu. It’s not because of his background; it’s entirely because he doesn't like you, so there is no need for you to continue wasting your time on him. My sister, Ying Zenan’s sister, should be with the best person possible."

Agreed, agreed, Ying Jing completely agreed.

"I think so too. Don't worry, Brother, I won't be chasing after Lu Zishu anymore. I’ve changed my target this time... and I guarantee the object of my affection will satisfy you."

Ying Zenan glanced at her, thinking to himself that this little girl couldn't possibly be saying this just to distract him so he’d stop meddling in her business with Lu Zishu, could she?

"Who is your new target?" He wanted to see how she would answer this.

After hearing him, Ying Jing decisively patted her chest.

"That person from the Wen family in the Imperial Capital, you know who I mean!"

"Wen Yue?" That kid Wen Yue had known Ying Jing for several years, and they had a decent relationship. He had met him a few times; the guy was alright and capable, though a bit of a playboy. Still, if Ying Jing really liked him, it wasn't entirely out of the question. "What does he think of you?" He would absolutely never allow a "forced melon" situation.

"It’s not Wen Yue."

If it wasn't Wen Yue, then who? There was no one else in the current generation of the Wen family suitable for Ying Jing.

"Brother, broaden your perspective."

The little girl was mocking him for having a narrow perspective. "Then tell me who it is. It couldn't possibly be Wen Fucheng, could it?"

"Brother is so smart, you actually guessed it."

After she finished speaking, Ying Zenan looked at her with an indescribable expression and tentatively opened his mouth. "How about you go back to chasing Lu Zishu instead?"

Ying Jing turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Brother, you need to have a little faith in me."

"It’s not that I don't have faith in you, but there is a certain gap between dreams and reality. How could Wen Fucheng possibly like a little girl like you who hasn't even grown up yet?" It wasn't that Ying Zenan was putting his sister down. Ying Jing wasn't bad, but you had to look at what you were comparing her to.

If Ying Jing was a bright pearl, then Wen Fucheng was the bright moon hanging in the sky.

He wasn't someone just anyone could easily approach.

"I don't care, I’m going to chase Wen Fucheng. Don't tell anyone else about this, I’m only telling you. I’ll announce it after I’ve caught him!" Seeing her full of confidence, Ying Zenan couldn't help but sigh.

"I hope to hear your good news before I’m buried."

Ying Jing glared at him.

"To put it bluntly, you still don't believe me. How about we make a bet? If I manage to catch Wen Fucheng, what then?"

Ying Zenan became interested, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, watching her with composure.

"If you really catch Wen Fucheng, I’ll call you 'Dad'."

Ying Jing looked at him with disdain.

"Does Old Ying know you're being so rebellious?"

Ying Zenan returned to his chair; because of her, he had fallen behind, and there were still several documents left to process.

"It’s getting late, go back to sleep."

Ying Jing knew he didn't want to believe her, so she didn't say anything more, but before leaving, she didn't forget to drop a harsh threat.

"That day will come, don't underestimate me."

Ying Zenan’s tone was flat.

"I know, little princess."

There was helplessness, and there was indulgence.

Ying Jing returned to her room, fuming, completely unaware that her brother had turned around and sold her out.

The man, who had just been so serious, was now frantically sending messages on his phone.

【Ying Zenan: My sister has gone crazy; she told me she wants to chase Wen Fucheng.】

This group was the private chat for the "Four Young Masters of Shanghai," with only four members.

Only after sending it did Ying Zenan realize that one of the Four Young Masters of Shanghai was Wen Yue.

He cursed and quickly tried to recall the message.

As luck would have it, Wen Yue had already seen it.

Not only had he seen it, but the person in question was currently right in front of him.

Wen Yue had originally been heading home to rest, but a single phone call from Wen Fucheng had summoned him to the hotel. Fearing something important had happened, he hadn't dared to delay for a second.

He had sat on the bench in the hotel for a long time, and the man busy with work hadn't paid him any mind at all.

Until Wen Fucheng finally put down his pen.

"Come here."

Wen Yue had spent more time by Wen Fucheng’s side than he had with his own parents.

When he heard the man’s tone, he couldn't help but wonder what he had done wrong recently; otherwise, why would he have the illusion that Wen Fucheng was very angry?

"Second Uncle."

"You like Yan Shuang very much?"

Ah! Faced with the sudden question, he froze.

Although he had been a bit of a jerk in the past, he had never done anything out of line. He had always parted on good terms with every girlfriend. When it came to Yan Shuang, he did like her a bit; otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to bring her home to meet his parents.

"I like her."

"What if I don't approve?"

"Second Uncle, why? Is there something wrong with Yan Shuang? You’ve only met her once, and you’ve already reached this conclusion—don't you think that’s very unfair to us?" Wen Yue grew anxious.

Wen Fucheng looked at him, his brow furrowing tighter the longer he stared.

(End of chapter)