Chapter 30: I'm Bowing to You, You Little Idiot

"And then? How did the plot develop? How did he answer?" Wei Yi looked as if she wanted to dive into the computer screen and crawl over to Ying Jing’s side.

Then they went for a walk outside for an hour.

"He just went home!"

Not long after he got home, Wen Fucheng was picked up by Zhang Yang, who had rushed over in a hurry.

Before leaving, he even told Ying Jing not to wait up for him if it got too late.

He would come back.

That man, what gave him the confidence to be so sure she would wait for him?

As if.

Hmph.

She was just someone who liked to have fun and stay up late, which was why she wasn't asleep at twelve.

And, incidentally, to tease her best friend.

After hearing the progress, Wei Yi immediately shouted about having two kids in three years.

Ying Jing sat at her desk, the computer open but doing nothing, smiling so wide her white teeth showed.

"I’m perfectly fine with twins, too."

Wei Yi was happy for her as well.

"Are you serious about Wen Fucheng?"

"When have I ever said I wasn't serious?"

"But you told me you were serious about Lu Zishu back then, too."

Nonsense, that wasn't her.

"I was young and reckless, and didn't understand the value of an older man. It’s not too late to repent now."

Wei Yi:...

"Believe me, if you dare say that to your Mr. Wen, he won't let you out of bed tomorrow."

The two of them were racing at full speed on the highway of conversation.

It wasn't until a sound from outside the door startled Ying Jing, who hadn't gone to sleep yet.

"Shh, I think I heard him come back."

Fine, for the sake of her best friend's future happiness, Wei Yi, the giant lightbulb, would take her leave.

Ying Jing turned off the light and quietly walked to the door, pressing her ear against it.

She wanted to hear what was happening outside.

She listened for a while but heard nothing.

She reached out to open the door and poked her head out, looking left and right. The living room was pitch black, with only a faint, dim light filtering in from the window.

No one?

Did he go back to his room to sleep?

Ying Jing walked a few steps, hunched over, then slowly straightened up.

Wen Fucheng had just gone to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water.

As he came out, his gaze landed on Ying Jing, who was moving with silent, tiny steps.

His brows furrowed when his eyes rested on her bare little feet.

He set the glass down, the impact making a crisp sound.

Ying Jing was startled, and before she could see who it was, everything went black in front of her.

With a dizzying spin, she landed in a warm embrace.

Wen Fucheng placed her on the soft sofa.

The two stared at each other in silence in the dark.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I... well, I'm young! I have a strong body, I can handle staying up late."

What a lame excuse.

"Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?"

"Nonsense, who was waiting for you? I just couldn't sleep."

Wen Fucheng didn't argue with her about it; he stood up and went to the switch to turn on the light.

As the brightness hit, Ying Jing raised a hand to shield her eyes.

"How did you hurt your feet?" he asked suddenly.

Ying Jing’s feet were covered in several scabbed-over wounds.

They were particularly obvious against her smooth skin.

"I accidentally stepped on some glass. It’s almost healed. Look, I can walk just fine now."

"Was this also for him?"

They both knew exactly who "him" referred to.

Hands, feet... and where else were there places he didn't know about?

Was Lu Zishu really that great?

Ying Jing ignored the "also" in his sentence. "No, I just accidentally stepped on something at home."

With so many small wounds, it definitely wasn't just stepping on one or two shards; something must have shattered all over the floor.

"Do you have medicine?"

Ying Jing shook her head.

She had already applied medicine at home and didn't think it was a big deal, so she hadn't kept it in mind.

Wen Fucheng left the house without a word to change his shoes. Ying Jing knew he must have gone to buy her medicine. She sat on the sofa for a minute, then got down and walked to the window, soon seeing his figure appear downstairs.

She leaned against the windowsill, watching him leave, and bit her red lips.

Did she make him angry?

Ying Jing waited and waited, almost falling asleep while leaning there, until she finally spotted him returning. She deliberately pressed her body down to avoid being discovered.

The person below stopped as he was walking.

In the silent, pitch-black night, there wasn't a soul in sight.

A scarlet glow lit up from between his fingers. Ying Jing’s heart felt like it was being twisted by a hemp rope; it was a dull, aching pain.

Wen Fucheng was smoking!

After finishing the entire cigarette, he stayed downstairs for a while longer before slowly walking back up.

By the time he got home, Ying Jing could no longer smell the smoke on him.

She sat back in her original position, just as she had been before he left.

He carefully applied the medicine for her.

"In this world, the person you should cherish most is yourself." It was simply not worth it for that scumbag.

He spoke like a patriarch, earnestly trying to persuade the young girl to turn back from her misguided path.

Whatever he said, Ying Jing agreed to.

Her little head nodded with great enthusiasm.

She agreed quite quickly.

The soles of her feet felt cool and refreshing with the medicine. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was holding her ankle, he would occasionally touch the arch of her foot. When the ticklish sensation hit, her body would involuntarily shrink back.

"Ticklish?"

"A little."

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Wrong about what?

"I know~ now!" Regardless of the details, coaxing her future husband was the most important thing.

"Then tell me what you were wrong about."

As a top student who had never even seen what a self-reflection letter looked like, she was suddenly asked to explain why she was wrong.

She froze for a second.

"I shouldn't have liked Lu Zishu."

"And what else?"

"Wen Fucheng is the best."

Was that what he wanted her to say? The little girl was quite good at changing the subject.

However, his expression clearly softened.

During this time, he left once to get her shoes from the bedroom. Ying Jing grabbed the person who was about to turn away.

Wen Fucheng glanced at her hand, then back at her.

Ying Jing extended her other hand, signaling for him to bend down.

Not knowing what the little dummy was up to, he still complied and lowered his head.

The next second, she hooked her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.

She spoke in a lazy tone.

"Wen Fucheng, don't hide away to smoke by yourself anymore. I'll listen to you."

His hand, hanging by his pant leg, clenched into a fist.

In the end, he only restrainedly patted her head.

"It's getting late, get some rest."

Ying Jing put on her shoes. As she caught a glimpse of him walking toward his room, his earlobes seemed to be red.

She felt like she had discovered an incredible secret.

Early the next morning, Ying Jing woke up following the scent of food.

She had intended to be a virtuous suitor and make breakfast for Wen Fucheng, but unfortunately, the heavens didn't give her any face; the glaring sunlight sealed her in her warm quilt.

After finding a perfect excuse for herself, Ying Jing walked to the kitchen.

"Did you make all of this?"

"Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Ying Jing’s eyes felt a bit sore. In her past life, she had dreamed of eating a meal cooked by Wen Fucheng.

She never had that fate until the day she died.

"Am I the first person lucky enough to eat your cooking?"

Wen Fucheng handed her a plate of food.

"Then you are very lucky; you are the first."

Ying Jing licked her lips, picked up a pancake, and added some vegetables inside.

"Eat slowly, there's more in the kitchen if it's not enough."

Ying Jing blinked. The pancake was a bit dry, and she choked slightly. She picked up the water glass beside her and took a few large gulps. She felt better.

The glass felt a bit strange in her hand. She looked down and froze.

The man beside her was looking at her playfully.

"It seems you really like my glass."