Chapter 26: Second Uncle, Who Was Coaxed into Being Happy by a Bouquet of Flowers

“What do you think he means by that?”

Ying Jing looked at her friend with curiosity.

“Are you stupid? When a man tells a woman ‘wait for me,’ what else could he possibly mean?”

“Wait for him in bed, all washed up?”

Weiyi:...

She really is my best friend; she’s damn brave to let her imagination run wild like that.

Ying Jing received an eye-roll from her friend.

“I don’t think Wen Fucheng is desperate enough to be that hungry for you.”

“That’s not necessarily true!”

Regardless, Ying Jing now knew that Wen Fucheng was already on a plane to Shanghai.

“He came here for me.”

Weiyi shook her head. She didn’t want to crush her, but she had to make her face reality. “He’s here for work and is just stopping by to see you, you little fangirl. Don’t overthink it.”

“Can’t it be that he came specifically to see me and is doing some work on the side?”

“Can you even convince yourself with that logic?”

“I can!” Ying Jing blinked innocently, looking delicate and harmless. Only Weiyi, who had hung out with her for so long, knew that this girl was actually a crafty little fox.

“Then you can go wash up and pick up your Mr. Wen now.”

Ying Jing jumped up instantly. Oh, right!

“Bye, bestie.”

Brushing off the disappointment of not making it through the auditions, Ying Jing instantly regained her vitality.

She wanted to go to the airport to pick up Wen Fucheng.

Calculating from the time he hung up the phone and boarded, she quickly found the flight information for the plane flying from the Imperial Capital to Shanghai at that time.

Weiyi drove her to the airport and dropped her off.

“Are you okay on your own?”

“Totally OK.”

“Then I’m off.”

“Go, go!”

This friend who prioritizes romance over friendship—what a little brat. Weiyi stepped on the gas and sped away.

To be honest, compared to Lu Zishu, Weiyi actually felt that a man like Wen Fucheng was a better fit for Ying Jing.

That thought was truly terrifying.

Wen Fucheng and Ying Jing were actually an incredibly good match.

Ying Jing had left in a hurry, wearing a messy bun with a little tuft of hair sticking up, standing at the arrival gate.

Her tight jeans paired with a pure white T-shirt were a simple outfit, yet she was the most eye-catching scenery at the exit.

Curious onlookers were all wondering who she was holding that bouquet of flowers for.

A boy or a girl?

Ying Jing was already used to the gazes that landed on her from time to time; she remained calm and composed, looking straight ahead.

There was still some time, but she didn’t want to sit in the chairs nearby.

She wanted him to see her the second he walked out.

Wen Fucheng didn’t know Ying Jing would come. After getting off the plane, Zhang Yang started talking to him about the upcoming schedule.

“Clear some time for me in the evening.”

Zhang Yang immediately caught on. He wanted to go on a date with Miss Ying! He understood, he understood everything.

Zhang Yang was changing the schedule on his phone when he noticed his boss stop in his tracks. As his assistant, he naturally stopped too. “What...” He looked ahead and almost shouted, “Holy crap.”

Wen Fucheng tossed his luggage to Assistant Zhang and strode toward Ying Jing.

“Why are you here?”

The young, beautiful girl held a bouquet of red roses. She hid her delicate little face behind the roses and raised her hands high to offer them to him.

“Did you forget? I’m chasing you! Surprised? Unexpected?”

Surprised and happy—very unexpected.

Ying Jing’s proactive appearance swept away the gloomy mood Wen Fucheng had been feeling after waiting bitterly for the past few days.

Zhang Yang was extremely surprised. Wen Fucheng could actually be coaxed into a good mood by a bouquet of flowers.

But thinking about it carefully, he felt it all made sense.

It’s Ying Jing, after all!

Otherwise, why would he have rushed over here in such a hurry?

He was terrified the little girl wouldn’t chase him, so he hurried over to make his presence felt.

“Wen Fucheng, are you stupid? Take the flowers! I picked them out myself, wrapped them myself. My hand even got pricked by a rose thorn.” As she finished speaking, she held them up to his face, but the next second, the man pulled her toward him. She stumbled forward along with him.

He stared intently at the tiny red dot on her fingertip with a solemn expression.

“Uh, it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Don’t do things like this next time.”

Hm?

Did he think she was doing something unnecessary? Her mood, which had been quite pleasant, was instantly covered in dark clouds. She just didn’t want to show her unhappiness in front of him. “Okay, I understand.”

Wen Fucheng took the flowers from Ying Jing’s hands and held them at his side, while his other hand naturally took hers and led her toward the exit.

“Don’t do things like this next time; it makes my heart ache.” Only by being direct would his little girl understand, right?

As for the flowers and her, he only cared about having her by his side.

Silly girl.

Ying Jing was immersed in his words, her thoughts drifting.

It makes his heart ache?

He would feel heartache.

Ahhh, hurry and write that down in the little notebook.

Did Wen Fucheng feel heartache for Ying Jing today?

He did.

During the walk, Zhang Yang tried several times to take the bouquet—which looked really large and had dozens of roses—from his boss’s hands, but each time he was rebuffed by a cold look from Wen Fucheng.

Fine, fine, fine, I won’t help carry it.

You can carry the flowers the little fairy gave you yourself!

A handsome man and a beautiful woman walked out of the airport together, followed by a single dog.

While pulling the luggage, Zhang Yang sent a voice message to the manager of the company’s PR department, instructing him to keep a close eye on the internet. As long as any photos or comments related to Wen Fucheng appeared and started trending, they were to be suppressed immediately.

This master was so obsessed with wanting to date that he had lost his mind, completely forgetting his own status and position.

How many people were watching his every move?

“What was that about being bullied that you mentioned on the phone earlier?”

Once they were in the car, Wen Fucheng asked the question that had been on his mind the whole way.

Ying Jing! She didn’t know how to say it now. She had just wanted to act a little spoiled; she never expected him to actually come to Shanghai because of one sentence.

“Actually, it’s not important. I didn’t take it to heart.”

Right! If Weiyi were here, who knows how much she would laugh at her.

Knowing she couldn’t participate in the competition, Ying Jing had been ready to grab a cannon and blow up the venue.

“Really not important?” Don’t wait for him to find out what happened.

Ying Jing was a bit conflicted. If she told Wen Fucheng, that spot would definitely be reclaimed. But if she asked, wouldn’t that be a roundabout way of asking him to do something for her? Would he think she was only by his side for profit?

What if he started thinking badly of her?

But then she thought, that spot was supposed to be hers in the first place. Why should she be inexplicably replaced? She was just taking back what belonged to her.

As Ying Jing weighed her options, Assistant Zhang, who was sitting in the front, suddenly let out a sound of surprise, instantly breaking the silence.

“Oh no, Boss, we forgot Mr. Xie is still at the airport.”

That idiot Xie Weisi—he had just gone to the bathroom after getting off the plane, and when he came out, everyone was gone.

After picking up Xie Weisi again, Ying Jing didn’t mention the previous matter, and Wen Fucheng didn’t ask again.

Xie Weisi, however, spent the whole ride cursing in a mix of Chinese and English.

Finally, he was dropped off in front of a hotel.

Zhang Yang changed course and drove Wen Fucheng’s car into the underground parking garage of a residential complex.

Ying Jing remained silent the whole time.

Not for any other reason, but because she had suddenly spotted her own flaming red sports car in the corner of the garage.

(End of chapter)