Chapter 20: You Can't Take Advantage of Me Unless I'm Drunk

Ying Jing called Wen Fucheng.

Sitting in the cold drink shop, she held her milk tea, her eyes and brows filled with joy.

As soon as the call connected, she immediately returned to her normal self.

Zhang Yang glanced at the caller ID and dared not delay. After receiving a signal from Wen Fucheng, he took his phone and walked out of the conference room.

At the same time, Ying Zenan, who was reviewing a proposal, glanced at the man directly opposite him.

"If President Wen needs to take the call, please do. Don't mind me; it won't disturb me."

Wen Fucheng tapped a section of the proposal that needed changes, speaking nonchalantly, "Some things still need to be minded."

Ying Zenan’s hand holding the pen paused.

*What the hell are you saying? You wouldn't happen to have any ideas about me, would you?!*

The assistant couldn't care less about the tension in the conference room.

"Hello, Miss Ying. Where are you now? I'll come to pick you up."

Ying Jing immediately gave her address, and in less than twenty minutes, Assistant Zhang arrived.

When Ying Jing got into the car, he specifically adjusted the air conditioning temperature. Ying Jing said casually, "Assistant Zhang, you really are thoughtful."

Zhang Yang smiled. "It’s all per President Wen’s instructions."

Wen Fucheng?

Throughout the ride, it was she who asked and he who answered. No matter what Ying Jing asked, Zhang Yang told her without reservation.

"Assistant Zhang, you answer too quickly. Don't you need to think? For example, if I ask you if Wen Fucheng has ever had a girlfriend before!" She never had the chance to find out about these things in her past life.

"But Miss Ying, everything I’m saying is true! I’ve been by President Wen’s side for so many years, and I’ve truly never seen him take an interest in anyone."

*Won't he get pent up?*

Of course, Ying Jing didn't dare ask that out loud.

She was afraid that in the next second, the little assistant would say, "Why don't you go verify it yourself, Miss Ying?" She liked him, she craved him—she might just give in to the temptation and make a move.

"Then do you think I count as an exception?"

*I should count, right?*

The author wrote him so well! In the end, she was the one who picked up the bargain, hehe.

"Then what is he doing now?"

"At the Ying Group."

Oh!

At the Ying Group, huh? But... isn't the Ying Group her family's company?

What was Wen Fucheng doing there?

"Huangchao Entertainment and the Ying Group have a major collaborative project coming up. President Wen attaches great importance to it and has been handling almost everything personally." He emphasized the last few words.

Miss Ying should understand, right?

Not only did Ying Jing understand, but she also over-interpreted it, feeling incredibly happy the whole way.

Zhang Yang didn't know if what he was doing was right, but judging by his boss's attitude, Ying Jing was at least a very important presence.

Although the project had to be done, Huangchao Entertainment had other vice presidents who could handle it. Compared to this laborious and thankless project, he really couldn't figure out what benefit Wen Fucheng could gain other than Ying Jing.

Not only that, but he had also directly bought a house next to the Ying Group.

He believed Ying Jing would find out soon enough!

The little princess really is lucky!

On Wen Fucheng's side, he had just finished his meeting and received a message from Zhang Yang.

Ying Zenan was debating whether to invite Wen Fucheng to dinner that evening when the man spoke up himself. "President Ying, it’s been a pleasure working with you. I have something important to attend to tonight, so I’ll invite you to dinner another time."

*Oh, he has something to do? Having something to do is good! Go, go quickly.*

Ying Zenan showed disappointment on his face, but he was already laughing inside.

He couldn't wait for him to leave.

*Right? I hope my brother won't regret this in the future.*

Ying Jing watched the main entrance eagerly, and as soon as Wen Fucheng came out, she jumped out of the car.

He walked toward her, moving calmly to the sunny side to block the glaring light from above for her. She was already talking to herself, completely unaware that she was covered by his shadow.

From the assistant's perspective, the boss was truly gentle.

Look at her, listening carefully to what she was saying.

To get closer to her, he even stepped slightly toward the young girl.

Once in the car, she excitedly introduced him to the place they were going to eat.

"You won't be disappointed once you've tasted it."

"Mm, if you recommend it, it certainly won't be bad."

"Hey, that's not how you say it. Second Uncle, you'll know I wasn't lying once you've eaten there. You trusting me so unconditionally makes me feel embarrassed."

"Is that bad?"

*It's good! But it's too good.*

Throughout the whole process, Ying Jing thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of being in charge.

She and Wei Yi often came to this restaurant and were quite familiar with the lobby manager. Seeing her arrive, he immediately arranged a private room.

Halfway there, Zhang Yang received a call and his expression changed immediately.

He fully demonstrated what it meant to lie with his eyes wide open.

"What? You were hit by a car? Is the car okay? No, I mean, are you okay!"

"Alright, alright, alright, I’ll be there right away. Don't worry."

...

After hanging up, Assistant Zhang said very apologetically, "What a coincidence. I’m afraid I won't be able to join you for this meal, Miss Ying. A friend of mine is on a business trip here and got hit by a car. He doesn't have enough money on him, so I have to go over."

"Is that so? Do you need help? Why don't we go together?"

*That would be a disaster.*

Of course, that wouldn't do!

This was a rare opportunity for them to be alone that he had worked so hard to create.

"It's fine, I'll go take a look. If it's not serious, I'll come back." Whether he would actually come back or not was entirely up to him.

Watching Assistant Zhang leave, Ying Jing suddenly became a bit reserved.

Wen Fucheng took a seat and poured some warm water into the two empty glasses beside him.

"Drink some warm water first to soothe your throat. Tell the waiter later if you want tea or a drink." He put down the teapot and looked toward the door. "Is that alright?"

Ying Jing’s ears grew hot, and her thoughts returned to the room.

Of course it was alright!

She sat opposite him. The private room, which usually seemed quite large, suddenly felt a bit small—it turned out the manager had opened a smaller room since there were only two of them.

Ying Jing looked up and could see him clearly in his entirety.

The signature dishes they ordered were placed on the table. Ying Jing couldn't wait to pick up a piece for him and put it in the empty bowl in front of him. "Stir-fried yellow beef, it's especially tender."

However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: in her past life, Wen Fucheng, the CEO with a germaphobe complex, never ate food picked for him by others.

"It's... it's clean."

At least it was clean for now.

She was nervous. Wen Fucheng held his chopsticks, picked up the meat from the bowl, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed.

"It's delicious."

Assistant Zhang didn't return until the end of the meal. While Wen Fucheng went to the restroom, Ying Jing took a small cup and secretly poured a little of the wine Wen Fucheng had ordered.

She knew this wine; it was his favorite in her past life, and he would have a glass whenever he was in a good mood.

But he had drunk three whole small glasses tonight.

Ying Jing was truly curious about what it tasted like.

By the time Wen Fucheng returned, the little glutton was already drunk and slumped on the table.

She dared to drink such strong liquor.

Her little face was flushed pink, her eyes were hazy, and her hand held a wine glass that was about to fall.

"Ying Jing."

Wen Fucheng walked to her side, bent down, and leaned in close, calling her name.

"Ying Jing."

The person slumped on the table immediately straightened up, patted her own face, and sat very obediently. She looked at him and reached out a small hand to poke the man's face twice.

"Wen Fucheng, I'm not drunk."

*Not drunk.*

*I see. That makes things difficult.*

She sat in the chair, never imagining that he would take the initiative to squat down in front of her, take her hand, remove the hair tie from her wrist, and look at the scar that was almost healed before lowering his head to kiss it.

The itch on her wrist startled Ying Jing, making her want to pull back.

His gaze was so doting, his tone so helpless, as he held her hand to his lips.

"Then what should I do? Jingbao, who isn't drunk, isn't allowed to take advantage of me."