Chapter 34: Of Course, Second Uncle, You Are the Most Handsome

Ying Jing and Wen Fucheng are living together.

It scared Wen Yue out of his wits.

"Are you seriously doing this?" No matter how you look at it, these two don't seem like people from the same dimension.

"Of course."

Wen Yue pointed his finger at her, gasping in frustration several times, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.

"I treat you like a younger sister, and you actually want to be my second aunt."

Ying Jing helplessly spread her hands.

"Who told him to be Wen Fucheng, and who told your second uncle to be him?"

He had thought that what Ying Zenan said in the group chat back then was just a joke.

Ying Jing’s pursuit of Lu Zishu was known to everyone.

Was it really that easy to just give up?

"My second uncle actually agreed?" And he even shamelessly moved into a girl's house—how shameless!

Forgetting his original intention of looking for Wen Fucheng, he headed straight for the study after getting Ying Jing’s permission.

"Second Uncle."

He pushed the door open and called out loudly.

"Did no one teach you to knock before entering? Get out."

Wen Yue obediently turned around, went back out, knocked again, and only entered after receiving a response.

Ying Jing, standing in the living room, happened to see this and chuckled secretly.

She bit into an apple and went back to her room to play on her computer.

But what did Wen Yue come to find Wen Fucheng for?

It couldn't be about Yan Shuang, could it?

If she could stop Wen Yue from being with Yan Shuang, would she be able to change Wen Yue’s ending from her past life?

But would that be unethical?

She was a beautiful and kind-hearted little fairy, after all.

Then it would be better to whisper in Wen Fucheng’s ear and let him be the bad guy.

She was truly witty.

In the next room, Wen Yue stood in the center, waiting for Wen Fucheng to finish talking with his secretary before he was acknowledged.

"What do you want with me? Giving up so soon? I thought you could hold out..." Before he could finish, Wen Yue interrupted him.

He took a card out of his bag and placed it in front of the man.

"This is the money I earned from working."

Wen Fucheng didn't need to look, nor did he want to know how much money was on the card.

"Coming to show off to me so soon? How much of that money did you earn through your own ability?"

No way, his second uncle was so sharp; he could even tell that?

Going from a pampered young master to a penniless person who had to rely on his own hands to earn money was a huge drop.

For the first few days, he held his breath and managed to endure it, but as time went on, this feeling became very hard to bear.

So, Yan Shuang came up with a plan for him and secretly gave him some money. It wasn't much, but it was more than what an ordinary person would earn. If Wen Fucheng saw that he could earn money even as an ordinary person, wouldn't he look at him with new eyes?

Wen Yue, accustomed to being a young master, probably didn't know that normal people’s wages were paid monthly.

He hadn't left the Wen family for long; it was as if no one would believe he wasn't still carrying the title of a Wen family young master.

"I gave you a chance to work hard, and you use it to collude with outsiders to deceive me? Are you stupid?"

Wen Yue lowered his head in shame.

"Since she is so willing to give you money to spend, it has saved the Wen family quite a bit."

When Wen Yue came out of the study, he looked like a wilted eggplant. His second uncle was too ruthless; this time he had directly confiscated his properties and even notified his friends in the circle in front of him not to give him any special treatment.

Wen Yue was unconvinced.

"Second Uncle, you’re too arbitrary. Are you allowed to set fires while the common people aren't even allowed to light lamps?"

Wen Fucheng glanced at him indifferently, signaling for him to continue.

"You live with Ying Jing, she..."

"Is there any comparison?"

"What?" Wen Yue was stunned.

"I mean, what is there to compare between Yan Shuang and Ying Jing? Ying Jing is prettier than her, cuter than her, more talented than her, and richer than her. Why wouldn't I like her?"

Wen Yue’s mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

If you want to praise her, fine! But why do you have to step on his girlfriend while doing it?

Yan Shuang wasn't as bad as he made her out to be!

"Ying Jing has such a bad temper."

"That’s because I’m willing to spoil her. If you’re not convinced, keep it to yourself."

Why did that sound so familiar?

Wen Yue was kicked out once again.

Passing through the living room, Ying Jing even invited him to have some melon.

"Do you want some watermelon?"

Wen Yue looked at her. She was bare-faced, her hair uncombed, holding a piece of watermelon and munching on it enthusiastically, with quite a few watermelon seeds stuck to the corners of her mouth.

She had no image whatsoever.

He didn't know what his second uncle liked about her.

"You eat it yourself, I’m heading back."

"So early? Why not stay for dinner?" The words "I'll cook" hadn't even left her lips when a sound came from the study door. Both of them looked over at the same time.

Wen Fucheng was walking out, wearing loungewear.

He walked over to Ying Jing, picked up a piece of sliced watermelon, and looked at his worthless nephew.

"You’re still not leaving?"

Yes, yes, yes, he was disturbing their world for two.

He would roll away immediately, right now.

Wen Yue went downstairs and walked straight to the parking area. Once he got in the car, Yan Shuang immediately asked for the result.

"Don't even mention it, Second Uncle knows everything. These little tricks of ours aren't even worth looking at in his eyes."

"Then what should we do now? You wouldn't really be unable to return to the Wen family, would you?"

Wen Yue didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes darkened.

"Yeah! I can't go back. Second Uncle has really abandoned me. Maybe it’s because I’m too disappointing. He’s already found a new heir to groom. I have nothing now. Will you still like me?"

"Of course, I will... of course I’ll still like you."

Wen Yue leaned over and hugged her.

It better be that way.

In a direction he couldn't see, Yan Shuang’s smile faded slightly.

Of course she would still like him, provided he was still a member of the Wen family.

After Wen Yue left, Ying Jing, who had been lying on the balcony, turned back into the room.

"Wen Fucheng, you’re so amazing. Wen Yue really did come here because of Yan Shuang."

It turned out that just a moment ago, after Wen Yue left, she had asked out of curiosity and learned about everything that had happened to Wen Yue recently.

"This Yan Shuang is really too bad. She’s completely using Wen Yue."

After saying this, she looked at Wen Fucheng quietly, wondering if he would agree with what she said.

But Wen Fucheng was looking at a certain spot, and his expression seemed to have changed slightly.

Curious, she followed his gaze.

It was the television she had turned on earlier when she was bored.

On the screen, a young man was walking beside a dignified old man.

Countless microphones were thrust in front of him.

It looked exceptionally chaotic in the usually orderly airport lobby.

At that moment, the man suddenly looked up at the camera.

Ying Jing’s heart tightened suddenly. The next second, a hand blocked her view, covering everything. Ying Jing blinked, feeling the touch of his eyelashes brushing against her palm.

"Wen Fucheng, I haven't finished watching yet."

Putting down the watermelon in his hand, Wen Fucheng stood behind Ying Jing.

He leaned down slightly, close to her ear.

He spoke in a half-joking tone.

"Is he better looking than me?"

Every word he spoke sounded like notes played on a piano—incredibly pleasant.

They were notes leaping on the keys.

They were the gentle breeze that tangled with her fingertips when she sat there playing the piano.

"He’s not better looking than you!"

Having received a satisfactory answer, he let go and released her.

The television screen had already switched to something else.

Ying Jing turned her head, her gaze following his figure as he moved.

"Wen Fucheng, were you doing that on purpose just now?"

Doing it on purpose to keep her from seeing Lu Zishu.

This man was quite petty, but she liked it, hehe.

Wen Fucheng picked up the half-eaten melon and heard her question. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with faint amusement.

"Want to know?"

"I do."

"Then tell me first, who is better looking, me or Lu Zishu?"

Ying Xiaojing’s eyes lit up. This was a bonus question!

The little fox puffed out her chest and raised her head, answering with great pride.

"Second Uncle is the best looking."

(End of chapter)