21 Retracting All the Surprise in Her Eyes

"I'm really not drunk. Help me up. I can still drink three more glasses." Ying Jing waved her hand and pushed Wen Fucheng's hand away.

She searched the table for a long time but couldn't find any wine. She didn't know that the wine had already been put away by Wen Fucheng.

"Eh, that's it?"

"Well, you mustn't drink anymore."

Ying Jing smacked her lips.

What a shame!

"I'll give it to you another time if you want it."

"Next time? How long will I have to wait for the next time?" Ying Jing blushed as she counted with her fingers. In the end, she couldn't even tell the numbers. "It took me a long time… a long time to see you. I can't bear to. Wen Fucheng, do you know how much I can't bear to part with you? I treasure every minute with you."

The next moment her eyes reddened on his shoulder.

She looked like a foolish child who had lost her beloved toy.

He stroked the girl's back patiently over and over.

"Never again. I won't be far from you." What he wanted in this life was to have a hundred percent chance of protecting her. "So stop stupidly pushing me away and pushing me a thousand miles away."

Ying Jing wiped her tears. Lost in her own emotions, she didn't hear what Wen Fucheng said at all. But she gripped his sleeve and insisted he repeated himself.

Wen Fucheng leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words she was very happy to hear.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Then can I look for you anytime? No matter how busy you are, you'll contact me."

… .

"Sure, sure."

Wen Fucheng carried Ying Jing out of the restaurant. Assistant Zhang, who had been waiting nearby, drove the car over.

After parking the car, he thoughtfully opened the door for his boss.

Wen Fucheng did not put her down even when they got into the car. He carried the girl in his arms and sat her on his lap.

Zhang Yang tactfully raised the partition.

Ying Jing lay comfortably in his arms.

The man played with her hair with his fingers.

Her breath erupted on the skin of his neck, bringing with it a tingling itch.

Ying Jing raised her head slightly and brushed his chin.

Wen Fucheng looked down and his lips landed right beside her eyes.

If not for the fact that he didn't know which way to go, Zhang Yang definitely wouldn't have disturbed his boss' intimate moment.

Which house should he send Miss Ying to?

"To the Ying family's main residence!"

The little drunkard would inevitably be scolded by Ying Zenan when he returned to the villa. Wen Fucheng decided to send her back to the main residence so her mother could take care of her.

"Let's see if you dare drink recklessly again."

A small red dot appeared on Ying Jing's forehead. The little girl's skin was fair, tender, and smooth. With a slight touch, there were marks.

Wen Fucheng blew on it for her.

Unexpectedly, Ying Jing wrapped his arms around his neck and refused to let go.

"Wen Fucheng, can you not send me home? I want to go with you."

"I can't."

The drunk Ying Jing's words were obviously unreliable. He knew this very well.

She would remember nothing when she woke up tomorrow.

Zhang Yang parked the car near the Ying family's old residence. However, the house was brightly lit, and there were a few unfamiliar cars parked at the door. "Boss, it seems that the Ying family has a guest."

The assistant turned off the headlights and excused himself to get out of the car for a cigarette.

Ye Qingyu had specially come to send an invitation. It was his grandfather's birthday in a few days.

The Ying and Ye families had always been on good terms. A few years ago, they were neighbors.

Later on, the Ye family went to another city to develop and only returned after nearly two years.

This unbroken connection gradually became frequent again.

In addition, the Ye family had always planned to connect with the Ying family through marriage, so they naturally visited more often. Before leaving, Ye Qingyu specially asked about Ying Jing.

"Oh, her. She's been staying with his brother recently. She thinks I'm being naggy. She's gone to hide."

Ye Qingyu was a little disappointed not to see Ying Jing. Ever since the awkward experience at Ying Zenan's birthday party, he had not contacted Ying Jing.

Ye Qingyu got into the car and left, driving past Wen Fucheng's car, which was parked not far away. At this moment, he didn't know that the person he was thinking about was very close to him.

However, Wen Fucheng saw the person clearly.

"Ye Qingyu."

Ye Qingyu had a crush on Ying Jing since he was young. When he grew up, he wanted to use his family's connections to marry Ying Jing. The elders of the Ying family also had a good impression of him. He was almost successful in his previous life.

If it wasn't because Ying Jing liked Lu Zishu and insisted on being with him, to the extent of disregarding her own safety, he would have gotten his way.

In the end, Ye Qingyu married another daughter of a wealthy family. The two of them played around after getting married. Everyone in the industry knew that there weren't many true feelings between rich and powerful families through marriage. It was just to consolidate their own interests.

After his marriage, Ye Qingyu did not give up on Ying Jing. From time to time, news of him visiting the set would spread.

Thinking of the other party's shamelessness, Wen Fucheng silently tightened his grip on Ying Jing's waist. So many people were thinking about his little one.

After Zhang Yang finished his cigarette, Wen Fucheng changed his mind.

He brought Ying Jing back to the hotel and booked a room next door. He did not let his princess down until they reached her hotel room.

After landing on the soft bed, Ying Jing rolled around comfortably and buried her face in the blanket.

Zhang Yang brought over the washing tools.

"Boss, are you going to remove Miss Ying's makeup?"

"Yes, put your things down. It's been hard on you today. Go back and rest early."

In order to see him, Ying Jing put on beautiful makeup. At this moment, she had also rubbed off some of her makeup.

"Fancy cat." With a smile, he flipped her over and pinched the girl's pretty cheek with two fingers. He meticulously removed her makeup and washed her face.

In a moment, her face was like a peeled egg, tender and smooth.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her for a few minutes before getting up and walking to the bathroom to put away the bottles.

The unscrewed faucet gushed water, washing the grease from his palms.

The warmth of her skin still lingered.

He looked down a few times. Before he could turn around, a pair of small, delicate hands wrapped around his waist.

"Wen Fucheng, why are you so slow? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Pressed to his back, mumbling. He laughed a few seconds before asking her, "How long did you wait for me?"

"Ten years!" she replied softly.

He clasped her hands on his hips and looked at the both of them in the mirror.

He could no longer contain his affection.

"Then I've waited a little longer than you."

After all, he'd lived a few more years. He had done everything for her and fulfilled her unfinished business. Then he couldn't stand being alone without her anymore.

Ying Jing hugged him and fell asleep, not even knowing when she returned to bed.

He tucked her in and left the room.

He cleared away the morning litter of cigarette butts.

He showered and changed into clean, fresh clothes.

Ying Jing rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room. The moment she put down her hands, she saw the person standing on the balcony through his narrowed eyes.

He was leaning sideways against the railing and looking down at the book in his hand.

The morning breeze swept past Ying Jing and fluttered the book in his hand.

Wen Fucheng seemed to look up.

Ying Jing had no other thoughts.

The flipping pages under his fingertips were like her racing heart.

His gaze took away all the amazement in her eyes.