Chapter 35: The Confrontational Overbearing CEO

Whether Wen Fucheng was intentionally keeping news about Lu Zishu from Ying Jing is a question for the ages.

One must believe that the eyes of the masses are sharp.

But Ying Jing’s heart had been polished to a mirror finish.

Once it slipped and landed on Wen Fucheng, it could never be picked back up.

Immersed in sweet dreams all night, Ying Jing woke up extra early to steam a batch of handmade soup dumplings for the man who had already gone out for his run.

Wen Fucheng entered the house and caught the scent of the dumplings.

The living room was empty.

A handwritten note was stuck to the side of the stove, where the flame had already been turned off.

【Good morning! The dumplings in the pot are steamed. If you can’t finish them, feel free to share a few with Assistant Zhang. This little fairy is going back to bed! Don’t wake me up, see you tonight!】

Wen Fucheng ate the dumplings at a leisurely pace while waiting for Zhang Yang to arrive.

"Oh? Boss, you’ve already started eating? I even went out of my way to buy two breakfasts." One for Wen Fucheng, and the other, of course, for *that* person. "Is Miss Ying not up yet?"

The man’s movements as he ate were incredibly elegant.

He used a napkin to wipe the oil from his lips, stood up, and picked up the coat draped over the sofa armrest.

"You don't need to bring me breakfast from now on."

There was such a thing as good luck.

Doesn't that mean he wouldn't have to wake up so early and run all the way to a distant breakfast shop anymore?

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

He’d finally caught on; Wen Fucheng had actually taken the initiative to ask if he’d eaten. What was this? Was the boss going to treat him to a meal?

The dumplings on the table smelled delicious.

He couldn't tell if they were made by Wen Fucheng or Ying Jing.

"Perfect, eat the ones in your hand."

That made perfect sense; Zhang Yang couldn't argue with that.

And so, that morning, Assistant Zhang ate until he was stuffed, hiccuping all the way to the Ying family company with Wen Fucheng.

When they met Ying Zenan himself, he had just finished washing up.

The office bed was nowhere near as comfortable as the one at home, and he sat at his desk with a hint of morning grumpiness.

Both assistants could feel the low pressure in the room.

In contrast, Wen Fucheng looked refreshed, his mood seemingly better than ever.

This only made Ying Zenan more annoyed.

He picked up his fountain pen and signed the document. "What good fortune has President Wen encountered? You’re positively glowing this early in the morning."

"When you sleep well, your spirit is naturally good, and when you eat well, your mood follows suit."

So easily satisfied?

Hmph~ This man was nothing special!

He had no ambition at all.

"Since President Wen is new to Hucheng, you probably don't know that there are many delicious things here! When I have time, I'll recommend some to you."

"No need. None of the things President Ying recommends can compare to what someone makes specifically for me."

Oh my, he was actually showing off! Who did he think Ying Zenan was? Was he really that easy to show off to?

"Listening to your tone, President Wen, it sounds like you have a girlfriend!" Well, that would be great! Doesn't that mean Ying Jing has no hope? That little girl needs to experience the harsh reality of society; only then will she obediently return home and realize how great it is to have an older brother.

Wen Fucheng moved his fingers and said, his expression unchanging, "Not quite a girlfriend yet, I'm still working on it."

How miraculous. Who could be the person Wen Fucheng is pursuing? Just how excellent must they be?

At least it wasn't Ying Jing. That brat kept shouting about wanting to chase someone, but Ying Zenan hadn't seen her take any actual action.

Once the novelty wore off, that would be the end of it.

"Is that so? That’s a real pity. President Wen probably doesn't know that I have a younger sister—she’s excellent, beautiful, talented, and cute. She even cooks a mean meal; no one who meets her doesn't like her. Since you’re such a fine talent, President Wen, I was planning to introduce her to you, but it seems that’s a regret now!"

A real pity.

A huge pity.

Hahahaha!

Ying Zenan, could you please suppress that smirk that’s about to break through?

Zhang Yang looked at this brother, who was still oblivious to the truth, with deep sympathy. He hoped that one day in the future, Ying Zenan would keep some emergency heart medication on hand.

*Sigh!*

When he saw Wen Fucheng off, Ying Zenan was beaming, not a trace of his earlier sarcasm left.

"Come again next time, President Wen."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh again.

*Sigh!*

After waking up, Ying Jing was a bit dazed to receive a transfer of 520,000 yuan from her brother.

She was even more dazed after reading the message he sent.

【Ying Zenan: You’ve been working hard out there lately, right? If you’re short on money, just tell your brother. I can live on dirt, but my little sister must be raised in luxury.】

【Ying Zenan: You have such a long life ahead of you. Heaven is always jealous of excellent people; setbacks in love are not permanent. Broaden your perspective. If you hang yourself on one tree, just switch to a thicker one. If you hang yourself in a forest, we’ll just move to a prairie.】

【Ying Zenan: Treasure! Your brother will always be your strongest backing.】

Following that, he attached several links to chicken soup for the soul articles.

《How can one avoid setbacks in life?》

《Get back up from where you fell》

《Strong, independent, and confident women are the most charming》

《Love is just a passing cloud; making money is the only truth》

……

After reading all this, Ying Jing reached only one conclusion.

Her brother had lost his mind.

She quickly accepted the money and didn't forget to reply to Ying Zenan.

【Ying Jing: There is no one better than a brother in this world.】

With so much pocket money, she could buy so many more things for Wen Fucheng.

Poor brother, he didn't know that Ying Jing was already calculating how to spend this money on his arch-nemesis.

Ying Zenan proudly showed the message to his assistant.

"See that? My sister said it herself: there is no one better than a brother in this world."

The assistant was speechless. Was he sure she didn't just bow down for that 520,000 yuan?

Also, Boss, please don't tell everyone you see!

You’re a cold CEO; you need to act tough.

"What did you say? Post it to Moments? Yes, yes, how could I forget such an important thing!"

Assistant: He clearly didn't say anything! Boss, does your sister know you have such a severe case of hearing what you want to hear?

Ying Zenan took a screenshot and posted it to his Moments to show off.

He was certain that Wen Fucheng would see it.

【Ying Zenan: The best sister in the world says I am the best brother in the world. [Image]】

Soon, there were likes everywhere, except for the one he wanted to see.

Instead, Ying Jing, on her way out, scrolled past it and gave it a like.

She even commented with a big red heart for her brother.

"Boss, Boss, where are we going now?"

Zhang Yang turned his head to look at the backseat.

He called out several times, but Wen Fucheng didn't respond; he was staring at his phone.

He wondered what could be on the screen to capture his attention so thoroughly.

"Tell me, if I transfer 5.2 million to her, will I get a little red heart?"

Assistant Zhang was about to cough up blood.

Boss, have you lost your mind?!

Boss, please wake up!

Boss, you’ve changed; you’re no longer the boss you used to be.

He was jealous; he was starting to fight for status.

Since that was the case, Zhang Yang could only act as a diligent assistant.

"Boss, that photo on your phone screen is really beautiful! That dish looks expensive just by looking at it." He had given such an obvious hint; surely Wen Fucheng should understand by now!

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Wen Fucheng, who never posted to Moments, updated his status.

【Wen Fucheng: I like it very much. [Image]】