Chapter 32: Wen Fucheng, Who Is Loved by No One Anymore

If Ying Jing is to enter the entertainment industry, the only name in the manager column will be Wen Fucheng.

Xie Weisi thinks he has lost his mind.

"You’re going to abandon a perfectly good company just to become your sweetheart’s manager?"

Hmm?

That simple phrase, "sweetheart," brought a hint of gentleness to the man’s face.

"You think I’m not qualified?"

It wasn’t a matter of qualification; it was a massive waste of talent.

Wen Fucheng, however, didn't see it that way. He felt it was nothing more than a trivial matter.

In his previous life, he had squandered his entire fortune for her without a moment’s hesitation.

Back then, as long as she was there—even if he could only watch from afar—life would go on.

He still had a reason to live.

After she left, he tried to learn how to live a good life, just as she would have wished.

As it turned out, the one who leaves first is always the happier one. Wen Fucheng had spent several more years in that world missing her.

It was a pity that no one loved him anymore.

The person he loved had left.

After Ying Jing, there was no one left to love Wen Fucheng.

"She can have two managers at the same time."

This sentence undoubtedly gave Xie Weisi an opening. His eyes lit up, and he leaned his hands against the desk, looking at the man across from him.

Every fiber of his being was practically shouting, "Look at me, look at me!"

Wen Fucheng didn't give him a definitive answer, telling him to check the other major competition divisions first to see if there were any other targets, and only then would they discuss it further.

After all, if he remembered correctly, Wei Yi had become Ying Jing’s manager after she terminated her contract with Yuanshi Entertainment in his past life.

And she had always been devoted, doing many things for her.

On this matter, he had to seek Ying Jing’s opinion first.

When he returned home that evening, Ying Jing was nowhere to be found. She had left him a note on the table.

She said she had gone home to pick up some things.

The three characters "Wen Fucheng" were written in her exceptionally beautiful handwriting.

Ying Jing, having eaten and drank to her heart's content with Wei Yi, returned home to find a call from Ying Zenan.

He asked why she hadn't come home that night.

Ying Jing had been looking for an opportunity to go back and get her luggage. She didn't stay at this apartment often; although it had daily necessities, she still preferred the villa for the clothes and items she used most frequently.

Things were different before.

From now on, she would be staying at this large flat more often.

When she arrived home, Ying Zenan was in the living room talking to his secretary, who greeted her upon seeing her.

Back in her room, she opened her suitcase and began packing.

Ying Zenan, having finished his work, came upstairs and saw her packing.

"It’s not time for school to start yet. Where are you going with your luggage?"

In the past, she had never been this proactive about trips; she would rather bring no luggage at all and just buy whatever she needed once she arrived.

"You just landed a big project recently, and you're quite busy." Ying Zenan had a room in his office, and it was quite large. It was perfectly sufficient for him to live in, and when he was too busy to leave, he would sleep at the company. "School is about to start, and I haven't finished some of my assignments. It’s more convenient for me to go over there and study with my friends."

The more Ying Zenan listened, the more wrong it felt. Had Ying Jing been possessed? She was actually explaining herself to him in such a serious manner.

"You actually don't need to explain so much."

Ying Jing zipped up the suitcase. She had originally written a note to Wen Fucheng saying she wouldn't be home tonight, but she had made a last-minute decision—the road to chasing her husband could not be delayed for even a moment.

She was going home that very night.

Ying Zenan blocked her at the door.

"You haven't even eaten dinner."

"I ate out with Wei Yi; I'm not hungry yet. Goodbye, Brother!"

Ying Zenan didn't intend to let her leave so easily.

"Since that's the case, take Zhao Qingran with you. Isn't your place quite spacious? There are extra rooms; clear one out for her."

That wouldn't do.

How could she?

That was her and Wen Fucheng’s world for two.

"Brother, it’s only a day or two. If you make her go with me now, it’ll be so awkward! Qingran will definitely think you’re trying to get rid of her. Besides, you’re not home during the day, and if you’re busy at night, you don't have to come back either. She’ll be gone once school starts."

Ying Zenan fell silent, lost in thought, but in the end, he let her go.

As Ying Jing left, she bumped into Zhao Qingran, who was returning from the library.

The two spoke for a while before Zhao Qingran saw her to the door.

"My brother, he’s just a slow-to-warm-up person. If you don't like it, just stay in your room and do your own thing."

Zhao Qingran smiled at her.

After seeing Ying Jing off, she entered the house just as Ying Zenan was coming down from upstairs. He had changed out of the suit he was wearing earlier and was now dressed more casually.

Ying Zenan walked to the coffee table, picked up his keys, and greeted the housekeeper in the kitchen, saying he was heading out.

Zhao Qingran heard him say that a friend had called him out to hang out and that he might be back very late.

She stood to the side, biting her lip, saying nothing. After Ying Zenan finished speaking, he didn't even glance at her.

He reached the garage, got into his car, and had just started the engine when a petite figure ran in front of the car. Ying Zenan looked up at her.

His expression was cold.

He rolled down the window so he could speak to her clearly.

"Move."

Zhao Qingran wore an expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

Ying Zenan rested one hand on the car window. "You should know that I only agreed to let you stay for my father's sake."

Zhao Qingran smiled at him—a bitter, forced smile—and the next second, tears began to fall.

"Are you willing to talk to me now?"

"You blocked my car."

"Ying Zenan, can you not go out? I don't want you to go."

"In what capacity are you saying this to me? I recall that I never gave you any status that would allow you to control me."

"I..."

"Zhao Qingran, you should know that from the moment you started scheming, we had no future. Who are you trying to look pitiful for now? I won't be moved by you ever again."

Zhao Qingran’s expression froze, and she stood stunned for several seconds.

She seemed unable to believe those were his words.

"Ying Zenan."

He said he would never be moved by her again, but the truth was that he once had been.

It was she who hadn't cherished it.

"This is my world. Since you can't accept me as I am, why would you want to be by my side?"

Ying Jing didn't know that Ying Zenan and Zhao Qingran had a past. She also didn't know that Ying Haiyun had once beaten Ying Zenan half to death, eventually announcing to the public that he had gone abroad to manage an overseas branch for half a year to recover his health before returning.

At that time, Ying Jing was busy chasing after Lu Zishu.

She had believed her father’s words implicitly. Occasionally, Ying Zenan would video call her, and she hadn't suspected for a second that there was anything abnormal about Ying Zenan’s half-year absence.

Ying Zenan had been rebellious, too, and had once been impulsive for love.

In the end, he was pushed into the abyss by the very girl he liked.

"I don't blame you for your impulsiveness that year. Since everything has returned to the right track, there is no need for us to meet in private in the future. When you and Uncle Zhao come over, the Ying family will still treat you as guests."

When Zhao Qingran was 18, she had fallen in love with Ying Zenan at first sight. The girl’s affection was so intense and sudden that it caught Ying Zenan off guard. But he still had his reason; he wanted to wait until she graduated before confessing his feelings.

Due to family reasons, Zhao Qingran had started school a year later than others.

Over the years, the Ying family had extended a helping hand to the Zhao family time and again.

Ying Zenan had thought life would just go on like that, and that he would confess to Zhao Qingran after she graduated.

If she were still willing then, he had imagined a future with her.