Chapter 45: Wanting to Earn a Future Together with You

Wen Fucheng had his call hung up by Ying Jing.

Instead of being annoyed, he felt even better.

The people around him were completely bewildered.

"What time was the meeting set with Ying Zenan?"

"Six-thirty."

"Change it to seven-thirty."

"Understood."

Assistant Zhang immediately contacted Ying Zenan’s assistant to relay the message.

A reply came quickly.

"President Ying says that’s fine."

In truth, Assistant Zhang didn't dare to tell the whole story. Although Ying Zenan was reluctant when he heard the news, he agreed, but spent the entire time complaining about Wen Fucheng.

"His time is time, but my time is worthless? I pushed aside a meal with my precious little sister just for him! Tell me, isn't that a pity!"

Assistant Zhang expressed that it was indeed a great pity.

He then went against his conscience and said many good things about Wen Fucheng to appease the young master, successfully securing an extra hour for his boss.

Assistant Zhang felt that even if he wasn't the number one executive assistant, he was definitely in the top three.

Wen Fucheng went home for a bit.

He went upstairs first to check on the renovation project Assistant Zhang had been overseeing.

It was looking more and more like a raw, unfinished space, and he returned downstairs feeling very satisfied.

Ying Jing was busy selecting tracks for the qualifying round. She sat casually on the floor with her laptop, not even knowing where one of her slippers had gone.

Wen Fucheng opened the door and entered.

Ying Jing looked up at the sound, surprised by his sudden return.

"Didn't you go out to eat?" She didn't think a meal could be finished in just half an hour; she knew that standing Ying Zenan up was a very serious matter.

He didn't rush to answer. He walked over to Ying Jing, bent down, and scooped her and her laptop up, carrying her back to the sofa.

Ying Jing was lazy and loved sitting on the floor; she was a bit dazed by Wen Fucheng’s sudden action.

*Umm~*

She tried to tentatively sit back down, but one glance from the man’s calm eyes made her immediately shrink back.

Fine! Sitting on the sofa was the same.

It was just that as she watched him, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Seeing that Wen Fucheng had changed into a different outfit, Ying Jing even forgot which song she was going to choose.

A short-sleeved shirt, casual trousers, and sneakers.

His bangs were soft and flat against his forehead.

He looked several years younger in an instant; if he went out and said he was a college student, he could totally get away with it!

Ying Jing stared, her eyes wide.

Wen Fucheng walked up to her and glanced at the watch on her wrist.

The sudden intimacy caught Ying Jing off guard. His practiced manner was exactly like the scenarios she imagined when she wanted to "corrupt" him at night.

"Ten minutes left. Is that enough?"

*Huh?*

What was ten minutes?

Is it enough?

Is it for a kiss or...

Is being this proactive really okay?

Would things be moving too fast?

She didn't want to be a mom this early!

But... does Wen Fucheng only have ten minutes?

Ying Jing’s thoughts were written all over her face; it would be impossible for Wen Fucheng to pretend he didn't see them.

What was the little girl thinking about him now?

It definitely wasn't anything good.

"What are you thinking about? Aren't we going to eat together? I'll give you ten minutes to get ready. But you've already wasted two minutes."

*Ah!*

Ying Jing hugged him, gave him a quick kiss, and ran into the bedroom.

The man remained in his original position, standing straight only after a few seconds, looking slightly unsettled.

An extra kiss—adding another ten minutes wouldn't be impossible.

That Wen Fucheng actually came home to pick her up for dinner was something Ying Jing hadn't expected.

"Aren't you afraid my brother will beat you up if he finds out?"

The two stepped out of the house and stood side-by-side in the elevator. Ying Jing asked out of curiosity.

"He won't hit me."

"Why?"

"He can't beat me."

That was true. With Ying Zenan’s frail appearance—he’d probably be knocked over by a street thug—how could he compare to someone like Wen Fucheng, who had undergone professional training?

Rather than worrying about Wen Fucheng, she should be thinking about her brother.

Fortunately, Ying Zenan hadn't arrived yet when they reached the restaurant. Ying Jing took the initiative to sit at the table next to them, using the curtain to hide her face.

"You go over there. Don't let my brother find me here. Put on a good show." Whether she could achieve her goal of "two kids in three years" depended on her second uncle's performance.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food, whetting Ying Jing’s appetite. She couldn't resist the temptation and ordered several dishes.

Wen Fucheng sat opposite, waiting for Ying Zenan for a full twenty minutes before the man finally strolled in.

Ying Jing had already polished off two bowls of rice.

Wen Fucheng knew Ying Zenan was making things difficult for him on purpose, but with Ying Jing’s company, the tedious wait didn't feel so boring. Plus, there were the little snacks she had brought over for him to tide him over.

Ying Jing pulled back the curtain and peeked at them.

"Since my brother isn't here yet, why don't you eat something?"

Ying Zenan, that dog of a brother, was always punctual; he was definitely doing this on purpose.

"Should I call and ask?"

"No need, he should be here." It had to be said that these little tricks were things Wen Fucheng had played with years ago; how could Ying Zenan be his match?

Sure enough, the first thing Ying Zenan did when he appeared was to speak with a sharp, sarcastic tongue.

"President Wen, sorry to keep you waiting! You see, I left early, but my little sister is so clingy and couldn't bear to let me go, so I had to stay home and eat with her before coming. You don't mind, do you?"

Ying Jing:...

She had lived for decades and didn't know she had another sister.

Could this "sister" be her?

Even the usually calm Wen Fucheng almost couldn't help but look at Ying Jing after hearing that.

"I can tell. Miss Ying and President Ying have a very good relationship."

"That goes without saying. I'm her only brother, after all. My sister even said, as long as it's a boyfriend I don't like, she absolutely won't want him, and she won't marry him."

Ying Jing covered her face. When had she ever said something so shameless?

Wen Fucheng just pondered for a moment; marrying into the Ying family wouldn't be impossible.

Ying Zenan picked up the menu, his eyes sweeping over the dessert in front of Wen Fucheng.

"This restaurant has appetizers? Not bad!" He had thought he could starve him for a while.

Wen Fucheng looked at the dessert in silence.

Forget it, better not tell him the truth.

Originally, Ying Zenan hadn't intended to treat him to dinner. He didn't know where his father had heard about him sabotaging Wen Fucheng, but he had been scolded severely by his old man over the phone.

The gist was that Wen Fucheng had let bygones be bygones and given the project to the Ying family—what a massive show of trust that was! And Ying Zenan, this unfilial son, not only didn't know how to be grateful but was petty enough to badmouth Wen Fucheng.

His father had ended with

"Why do you hold such a grudge against him? Just because he's a bit more capable than you? He didn't steal your sister. He's so outstanding; you should learn from him."

Thus, Ying Zenan was forced to treat Wen Fucheng to dinner to express his thanks.

The two talked about company matters the whole time. In terms of management, there was truly nothing to criticize about this man; his insights were unique, and even Ying Zenan had to admire him.

"Listening to President Wen speak so eloquently, you must have joined the company at a very young age, right?"

Wen Fucheng calmly picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

He replied with something that almost made Ying Zenan vomit blood.

"The family business is too large. I had no choice."

Ying Zenan:...

This is showing off, right? This is definitely showing off.

So what if you have money?

"I see President Wen isn't young anymore. When do you plan to get married?"

Wen Fucheng raised an eyebrow, suppressing the laughter in his heart, and calmly threw the question back.

"Well, in your opinion, President Ying, what age is appropriate for someone like me to get married?"

"Of course, the sooner the better. President Wen is so outstanding, I'm sure the lady won't be any less so. But women, no matter how outstanding they are, need a sense of security when it comes to love. You can't keep her waiting too long."

*Get married quickly, hurry up and get married, so Ying Jing won't be pining after you anymore.*

Ying Jing, listening from the side, was deeply moved. She hadn't expected her brother to be so thoughtful about her lifelong happiness.

She quickly took out her little notebook to start planning.

Time to go home and meet the parents soon.

(End of chapter)