"And then, how did the plot develop after that? How did he answer?" Wei Yi wanted to crawl into the computer screen and crawl over to the appropriate side.
Then they walked outside for an hour.
"We're going home!"
Not long after he returned home, he was picked up by Zhang Yang, who had rushed over. Before he left, he even told Ying Jing not to wait for him if it was too late.
He would be back. Why was that person so sure that she would wait for him?
As if she would.
She only stayed up past midnight because she liked to play and stay up late.
"I'll tease my good sister while I'm at it."
When Wei Yi found out about the progress, she was quite sure the deal was sealed and they would have two kids in three years.
Ying Jing sat at her desk with her computer on and did nothing. She smiled so widely that her teeth were showing.
"I can accept twins, too."
Wei Yi was happy for her too.
"Are you serious about Wen Fucheng?"
"When did I say I wasn't serious?"
"But you were serious about Lu Zishu back then."
Nonsense. It wasn't him.
"Young and frivolous people don't understand the good of old men. It's not too late to repent now."
Wei Yi was dumbfounded.
"Trust me, if you say that to your President Wen, he can keep you in bed for the whole of tomorrow."
The two of them chatted on the highway of dirty talk.
The sound coming from outside the door alerted Ying Jing, who was still awake.
"Shhh. I thought I heard him come back."
"Well, for the happiness of my sister, the third wheel, Wei Yi, will retire for now."
Ying Jing turned off the light and quietly walked to the door, before pressing her ear against it.
She wanted to hear what was happening outside.
After listening for a while, she couldn't hear anything.
She reached out and pulled open the door enough to look out and around. The living room was dark, and there was a dim light coming through the window.
Did he go back to his room to sleep?
Ying Jing bent down and took two steps before slowly straightening up.
Wen Fucheng merely went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. When he came out, his gaze landed on Ying Jing, who was silently taking small steps.
When his gaze stopped on the other party's small bare feet, he frowned.
He set the cup down with a sharp click.
Ying Jing was shocked. Before she could see clearly, her vision darkened.
The world spun and she fell into a warm embrace.
Wen Fucheng placed her on the soft sofa.
They stared at each other wordlessly in the darkness.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"I'm… young! I'm in good health and can stay up late."
This lame reason of hers!
"Didn't I say you don't have to wait for me."
"Nonsense. Who's waiting for you? I just can't sleep."
Wen Fucheng didn't argue with her about this. He got up and turned on the lights.
Ying Jing raised her hand to block the light.
"How did you hurt your feet?" he asked suddenly.
Ying Jing's feet were covered in scabbed wounds.
They were especially obvious on her smooth skin.
"I accidentally stepped on glass shards, but I'm almost healed. See how I walk now? I'm fine."
"For him too?"
That person he knew by heart.
Hands, feet… and where else didn't he know about?
Was Lu Zishu that good?
Ying Jing ignored what he said. "No, it was an accident at home."
There were so many small wounds. She definitely hadn't just stepped on one or two. Something had shattered all over the place.
"Do you have medication?"
Ying Jing shook her head.
At home, she had already applied medication and felt that it was not a big deal. She did not take it to heart.
Wen Fucheng changed his shoes and left the house without a word. Ying Jing knew that he must have gone to buy medication for her. She sat on the sofa and walked to the window in silence for a minute. Soon, she saw him downstairs.
She leaned over the windowsill and watched him go, biting her red lips together.
Did she upset him?
Ying Jing was about to fall asleep when she finally saw him return. She deliberately pressed her body down to avoid being discovered.
The man below stopped walking. In the silent night, there was no one else around.
A scarlet light shone between his fingers. Ying Jing's heart felt like it was being twisted by a hemp rope. It hurt.
Wen Fucheng was smoking!
After finishing his cigarette, he stayed downstairs for a while before walking up slowly.
When he reached home, Ying Jing could no longer smell the smoke on him.
She sat back in her original position, just as she had left it.
He carefully applied the ointment.
"You should treasure yourself more than anything in the world." It just wasn't worth it for the scumbag anyway.
He tried his best to persuade her to repent.
She agreed to whatever he said. She nodded especially vigorously.
The soles of her feet were cold after applying the medication. She did not feel it before, but now that she was pinching her ankle, she would touch the soles of her feet from time to time. When the itch came, her body would subconsciously shiver.
"Are you ticklish?"
"A little."
"Do you know your mistake?"
What mistake?
"Got it!" Who cares? Coaxing her future husband was the most important thing.
"Then tell me what your mistake was."
Ever since she was young, she had been a star student. Now, she was suddenly asked to explain what her mistake was.
She froze for a second.
"I shouldn't have liked Lu Zishu."
"What else?"
"Wen Fucheng is the best."
Was that what he wanted her to say? The girl sure knew how to change the subject.
But his face softened noticeably.
During this period, he left once to take her slippers out of the bedroom. Ying Jing stopped the person who was about to turn around.
Wen Fucheng glanced at her grasping hand and then at her.
Ying Jing extended her other hand and gestured for him to bend down.
Not knowing what the little fool was going to do, he bent his head obligingly.
In the next moment, she hooked her hands around his neck and rested her chin on the man's shoulder.
She spoke lazily.
"Wen Fucheng, don't hide and smoke alone in the future. I'll listen to you."
The hand hanging by his trouser leg clenched into a fist. In the end, he just stroked her head with restraint.
"It's getting late. Rest early."
As Ying Jing put on her slippers, she inadvertently saw the tips of his ears turn red as he walked toward the room.
She seemed to have discovered an extraordinary secret.
The next morning, she woke up to the smell of food.
She had planned to be a virtuous suitor and make breakfast for Wen Fucheng. Unfortunately, the heavens didn't allow that to happen. The dazzling sunlight sealed her in a warm bed.
After coming up with a perfect excuse for herself, Ying Jing walked to the kitchen.
"Did you do all this?"
"Why, don't they seem so?"
Ying Jing's eyes felt a little sore. In her previous life, she had dreamed of eating the food cooked by Wen Fucheng.
She would die before she had that fate.
"How many people have been lucky enough to eat your cooking?"
Wen Fusheng handed her the plate with the dishes.
"You're lucky to be the first."
Ying Jing licked her lips and placed some vegetables in a pancake.
"Eat slowly. There's more in the kitchen if it's not enough."
Ying Jing blinked. The pancake was a little dry and she choked. She picked up the cup beside her and took a few big gulps of water before feeling better.
There was something wrong with the cup. She looked down and was stunned.
The man beside her looked at her teasingly.
"You seem to like my cup very much."