Chapter 33: Ying Xiaojing, You Want to Sleep with My Second Uncle

During his senior year of high school, Zhao Qingran asked Ying Zenan to meet. He accepted the invitation readily, unaware that a trap awaited him.

It was in a hotel room, and they hadn't even spoken much.

Her mother pushed the door open, and then, seeing Zhao Qingran had actually taken off her own clothes and was crying, claimed that Ying Zenan had forced himself on her.

After Ying Haiyun learned of this, he was furious. That night, he had Zenan kneel in the courtyard, beat him half to death, and left him out in the rain all night.

The next day, he was sent abroad.

Zhao Qingran’s mother accepted 2 million from the Ying family.

Uncle Zhao was a good man who had done the Ying family a favor.

Zhao Qingran was truly a well-behaved child.

No one believed his explanation.

After that incident, the relationship between the two families grew cold. It wasn't until the last six months, when Father Zhao returned from working out of town and learned the truth, that he personally came to apologize and insisted on returning the two million.

But the money had already been mostly gambled away by Zhao Qingran’s mother.

How it was finally resolved, Ying Zenan didn't know, nor was he involved.

It wasn't until Ying Haiyun called him and told him to let Zhao Qingran stay at his place for a few days that he asked his father in a cold tone over the phone, "Now that you know the truth about what happened back then, you're still putting her by my side. Aren't you afraid I'll repeat the same mistake?"

"Dad knows you were wronged, but if you truly like the Zhao girl, I won't stop you. I'll handle her mother for you. As it happens, your Uncle Zhao is already planning to divorce her."

At that time, Ying Zenan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking down at the entire city at his feet.

"What makes you think I would want a woman who schemed against me? I make my own decisions regarding my marriage. In the future, whoever I want, don't you try to stop me."

Even though Ying Zenan later learned that Zhao Qingran had been forced by her mother’s threats of suicide to scheme against him.

Originally, her mother wanted her to actually sleep with Ying Zenan so that he would be forced to take responsibility. Once she married into the Ying family, she would have everything she wanted; ideally, she would give birth to a son and take half the family fortune.

It was thanks to the fact that Zhao Qingran still had feelings for Ying Zenan that she didn't take things to the point of no return.

But she had still caused Ying Zenan a great deal of trouble.

By the time she wanted to explain everything clearly to him, he was already abroad.

Half a year later, he returned to the country. She wanted to find him, but he never gave her another chance to see him.

Therefore, even though she was blocking his car now, Ying Zenan wasn't moved in the slightest.

The liking was real, but the disliking was also real.

"Zhao Qingran, you will never be my ideal match, truly."

As expected of the clear-headed Ying Zenan.

He drove around her, and Zhao Qingran gritted her teeth as she watched him pass by.

His eyes would never look at her again.

Ying Zenan felt irritable and immediately invited a few friends in Hucheng out for drinks.

Xu Yi was the first to arrive, followed by Jiang Cheng.

"Where’s Wen Yue? How come I haven't seen him lately?" In the past, Wen Yue was the one who made gatherings the most lively.

Jiang Cheng had gone abroad after the last gathering and had only arrived back these past two days after finishing his work. He had rested at home for two days before rushing over upon receiving his good friend's call.

Xu Yi poured himself a drink.

"You haven't been in the country lately, so of course you don't know what happened. Wen Fucheng kicked Wen Yue out of the Wen family. The kid has no money now and I don't know where he's working part-time."

"What? Isn't Wen Fucheng the most doting on his nephew? That doesn't seem possible. Wasn't he fine when he came last time?"

Wen Yue had been living quite miserably lately. When Xu Yi tried to help the kid out, he was scolded for it.

He kept saying he could support himself with the money he earned.

Xu Yi just smiled and said nothing.

It really wasn't enough.

The young master was used to spending money lavishly; suddenly going from luxury to frugality was something no one could handle.

"It’s normal that Wen Fucheng doesn't look favorably on Yan Shuang. Based on my years of experience, that girl is definitely not simple. It’s just that Wen Yue is blind."

"Isn't everyone in love like that? By the way, Zenan, how is your Ying Xiaojing doing lately? Is she still chasing after Lu Zishu?" Jiang Cheng hadn't originally intended to ask about Ying Jing; someone had entrusted him to ask.

Mentioning Ying Jing made Ying Zenan feel a bit better.

He downed one glass of wine after another.

"Her? She’s not a pushover either, but she doesn't like Lu Zishu anymore." She had switched to a higher difficulty level.

Yet these brothers were still happy for him.

"Isn't that great? Lu Zishu and we aren't from the same world. It wouldn't be fun if Jingbao was so innocent and got tricked by him. You can rest easy from now on."

Ying Zenan thought to himself, *I dare not rest easy.*

She went to chase after Wen Fucheng.

He was truly afraid that one day she would knock the man unconscious and carry him home.

Just thinking about the scene of making Wen Fucheng call him "brother" gave him goosebumps.

"Right now, I actually hope she continues to chase Lu Zishu." At least that was a normal operation.

After saying this, he downed another glass of wine.

His friends could see he was in a bad mood and drank with him until midnight.

That night, Ying Zenan had his assistant bring his things back to the company to live.

As long as Zhao Qingran was there, he didn't plan on going home.

Three days later, Zhao Qingran saw the reality of the situation and, using the excuse of getting familiar with the school environment early, left the villa with her luggage.

Ying Jing only learned about these things later.

Wen Fucheng had returned to the capital for business, and she became a "husband-gazing stone."

Every day, she would hold a cup of tea and sit on the balcony waiting for her husband to come home.

The tea leaves were taken from Wen Fucheng’s tea canister.

When Wen Fucheng returned and saw that his tea canister was missing a large portion, he gently reminded Ying Jing, who was tinkering in the kitchen.

"You shouldn't drink too much tea."

With that, he put the tea canister away.

Ying Jing pouted at the sight, wondering if he was just afraid she would steal it all.

A tea-guarding slave.

Wen Fucheng couldn't help but laugh after learning her thoughts.

Tea couldn't be compared to her; one was life, the other was for sustaining life.

He loved Ying Jing more.

"How long do you plan to stay this time?"

Ying Jing knew he wouldn't be in Hucheng all the time. He had his company, his family, and his friends in the capital; he had his home there.

To him, this place was nothing more than a place to stay.

"A month."

Wen Fucheng casually picked up the tea Ying Jing had brewed before he returned.

The girl was just about to remind him that it was her cup, but she was so stunned by his mention of a month that she didn't get the words out in time.

The man put down the cup and said something ambiguous.

"Courtesy demands reciprocity."

After he went inside, Ying Jing held the cup and examined it.

What did he mean by "courtesy demands reciprocity"?

Just as she was thinking hard about it, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Ying Jing was curious about who would come at this hour.

When she opened the door and locked eyes with the person outside

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

She and Wen Yue said the same thing.

"My home is here."

"I came to find my second uncle."

The words made sense individually, but when combined, Wen Yue was a bit confused.

He silently took a step back, opened his chat history, and glanced at the text message Wen Fucheng had sent him.

That’s right, it was here.

Ying Jing had already taken out a pair of clean slippers for him.

"Here, if you're looking for your second uncle, he's inside."

Wen Yue entered the house but forgot about looking for Wen Fucheng, his eyes fixed on Ying Jing.

"You and my second uncle..." The expression of wanting to say something but stopping was very intriguing.

Ying Jing blinked, her words innocent and naive.

"If I said I wanted to be your second aunt, you shouldn't have any objections, right, big nephew!"

Even if he had objections, it didn't matter. He’d have to keep them to himself.