Chapter 14: Wanting to Take Back His Little Princess

Ying Jing stood in front of the elevator, unsure whether to step in or not.

She wrung her hands together, her brow furrowed.

What Wen Fucheng had said over the phone was truly too suggestive.

Even a novice in love like her felt a hint of ambiguity.

She waited for Wen Fucheng to come down and pick her up.

The ascending elevator quickly reached her floor, and without Ying Jing pressing any buttons, it headed straight for the 33rd floor.

It stopped there, just as expected.

Ying Jing held her breath; those few short seconds felt like they spanned across two lifetimes.

In the few days since she had returned, she had sorted through many things. The only thing she feared most was that as the plot became uncontrollable and changed, Wen Fucheng’s affection for her would also vanish.

Could the love from her past life extend into this one?

Just the thought of being reborn only to find he no longer liked her made Ying Jing’s heart ache.

Fortunately, she vaguely sensed that in their two encounters so far, he was still somewhat different toward her.

Even if, from her perspective, this affection seemed to arise inexplicably.

She would never in a million years guess that Wen Fucheng had also been reborn.

After all, this man had feelings for her in her past life; if the plot didn't change too drastically, it was only logical for Wen Fucheng to develop feelings for her again.

But looking at herself, she had poured her heart and soul into Wen Fucheng since returning.

She had even pushed the actual male lead to the back of her mind.

In her past life, Ying Jing hadn't been this proactive toward Wen Fucheng. Not only was she not proactive, but she had also turned a blind eye to his kindness and spoken harshly to him.

All just to push him further away.

If Wen Fucheng had also been reborn, he wouldn't have failed to notice Ying Jing’s change.

Yet, he showed no suspicion at all.

It wasn't that Ying Jing hadn't considered this question, but she ultimately leaned toward the idea that she was the only one who had returned.

Unless the man’s acting skills were so good that even she couldn't see through them.

Ying Jing shook her head. What a joke. She was a bona fide, award-winning actress; it was impossible for her not to see through the clumsy acting of a CEO.

A long time later, her face would ache from the realization.

It wasn't that Wen Fucheng was acting.

It was that in every lifetime, it was his sincere heart.

He never needed to act to show his love for her.

The elevator doors opened, and he was standing inside. Seeming surprised that Ying Jing was waiting right at the entrance, he stepped to one side.

His eyes held a warmth, as if welcoming her in.

Their eyes met.

Ying Jing smiled and stepped inside, standing next to him. "Uncle, you're still not sleeping?"

"There is still work to be finished."

That made sense; for someone like him, there must be a lot of work.

"Then will I be disturbing you if I go up?"

"No."

"You aren't just saying that to be polite, are you?"

The little girl had quite a lot on her mind. "No, I happen to be a bit hungry myself."

In novels, CEOs were monsters who never ate late-night snacks; he didn't seem to follow the usual path.

Ying Jing muttered to herself, but he heard her whispering.

"What are you saying?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just think it's amazing that you eat late-night snacks at this hour, and the kind you pack yourself, at that."

"Ying Jing."

Ah! He suddenly called her name, making her ears heat up.

Why call her Ying Jing? It was so distant. She would have been perfectly fine with him calling her "baby"!

*Cough, cough.*

"What is it?"

"I am human, too."

"I know that!"

"I eat, I use the bathroom, I sleep, and I have many imperfect sides."

Of course she knew that; what a redundant thing to say! If he didn't eat, use the bathroom, or sleep, he’d be a ghost.

Seeing her expression, Wen Fucheng knew the little girl must have let her imagination run wild.

Ying Jing followed him into the room.

Xie Weisi, sitting on the sofa, greeted her while holding a greasy duck leg.

"Hi, we meet again."

Ying Jing wanted to take back all those moving feelings from earlier; why did such a massive lightbulb have to be here?

Wasn't it better with just the two of them?

She had already planned how she would hold his little hand and kiss his little lips.

How was she supposed to operate now?

"Yeah! We meet again."

Before student Xie could even take a bite of the duck leg, he looked at the speaker in confusion. Was it his imagination, or did he hear a sense of gnashing teeth?

For the rest of the time, Ying Jing behaved very obediently.

She obediently wrapped several pieces of duck meat for herself to eat, though she specifically took the pieces Xie Weisi had his eye on.

The platter was soon empty. Wen Fucheng hadn't touched much, but she and Xie Weisi had fought over the food, and she ended up eating until she was stuffed.

While Wen Fucheng went to pour water, student Xie leaned in close to her.

"Miss Ying, I didn't offend you, did I?"

Ying Jing caught him off guard with a hiccup, the sound loud and accompanied by the scent of greasy sweet bean sauce.

Ying Jing looked at him awkwardly. "If I said I didn't mean to, would you believe me?"

Xie Weisi wanted to say something else, but Wen Fucheng, having returned with the water, stood behind the sofa where Ying Jing was sitting and glanced at him. Xie Weisi immediately took the hint and stood up.

"Uh, I suddenly remembered I have some work left to do. You two chat slowly, see you tomorrow."

Did that guy have wheels on his feet? He walked so fast.

Did that mean she should leave too?

No, she didn't want to leave yet!

The big lightbulb was gone, and she was back in business.

Tonight, she had to push the "chasing the husband" progress bar forward.

"Do you like it? How does it taste?" The man placed the water glass beside her.

Ying Jing nodded.

"It's delicious." Even though she visited this shop whenever she had time in the capital, it tasted exceptionally good tonight. "Thank you for the treat, Uncle."

"As long as you like it."

"What?"

He mumbled something she didn't catch. Ying Jing happened to be looking down at her phone to reply to Wei Yi’s message, so she didn't hear him clearly.

Wei Yi had come out of the shower looking for her, and when she realized her best friend wasn't there, she had sent a message to find her.

While she was messaging, Wen Fucheng received a call, during which he glanced at her. He picked up his phone and walked to the balcony. Ying Jing peeked at him several times. What kind of important call would come at this hour, requiring him to step away?

Wen Fucheng leaned against the railing to take the call. From where he stood, he could see all of Ying Jing’s little movements and expressions.

She must have been reborn too, right?

She seemed to have never wanted to hide anything.

She had stumbled all the way to his side, not even afraid that he might treat her with the same cold indifference he showed others.

"President Wen, President Wen, are you listening to me?" The person speaking was Ying Zenan. The more he thought about it after getting home, the more wrong it felt; it just didn't seem realistic. He hadn't been able to figure it out in the middle of the night, so he had called Wen Fucheng.

He hadn't expected the other party to actually pick up.

"President Wen, are you really not going to reconsider this contract? You’re going to lose money."

Wen Fucheng watched the girl in the living room quietly take another piece of meat from the bowl, wrapping it in a pancake to eat.

It was so good!

In his past life, he had watched her just like this, from a great distance.

She wouldn't let him get close.

So he didn't get close.

"How could I lose money?"

"What?"

"Don't worry, President Ying! I won't lose money."

Because very soon, he would be taking his little princess back.