He Slowly Approached Her

In the past, Ying Jing would either pester Lu Zishu in person or on the phone. If not for the fact that he saw her here tonight, he would have thought that she had disappeared.

Thinking of this, he also felt that what he said a few days ago was a little too much. "What I said a few days ago…" It was obvious that Lu Zishu wanted to apologize, but Ying Jing wasn't in the mood to listen.

She waved a hand dismissively.

"I know you don't like me. I've always known! So don't worry." Ying Jing suddenly patted his shoulder earnestly. "I won't pester you anymore." Not only will I not pester you, but I'll also stay away from you.

Ying Jing apologized to him.

In the past, because of the plot, she had no choice.

But now, there were no consequences for what she had said earlier. She was ecstatic! She was finally out of control of the plot.

After Ying Jing left, Lu Zishu stood there.

For some reason, his heart felt a little empty. It was probably because he was suddenly not used to it that he felt a little uncomfortable.

The situation seemed to have changed from this moment on.

It was a good thing. In any case, he had never thought of getting involved with these wealthy families.

Presumably, that person was just doing it on a whim. Now that she was tired of it, he naturally did not care. Thinking of this, the man sneered.

Ying Jing sneezed as she walked.

The girl stood at the curb, head bent over her nails, distracted.

She wondered if there would be any consequences for confronting the male lead so openly. But since she couldn't care less about everything now, she wouldn't bother about falling out with Lu Zishu.

As she stood under the Guangmao building, Ying Jing looked up at the stars in the sky.

When a car slowly stopped in front of her, she thought that Uncle Li had arrived. The girl happily opened the car door and was about to step forward when she realized that something was wrong.

Since when did her family drive such a grand car?

The hand on the handlebars stopped.

The window in front of her slowly lowered, and the figure of the man in the backseat gradually appeared.

"Wen Fucheng." Ying Jing exclaimed.

A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes. He circled the pen in his hand, and his voice sounded leisurely in the darkness.

"You're not calling me Second Uncle anymore?"

There was a hint of teasing… and a hint of tenderness that was barely noticeable.

The little girl lowered her head and complained softly, "It's too formal to call you Second Uncle!"

Ying Jing would never have expected to bump into Wen Fucheng's car by the roadside. Didn't he leave long ago?

This was awkward. She had just flirted with the other party and now she was at gunpoint. Could he have been waiting here to catch her for revenge?

Unfortunately, it was too quiet. The only sounds were the traffic and the wind.

Her words fell clearly into the ears of the man in the seat.

Looking at the beautiful rose drooping her head, the man's palm moved, wanting to raise it for her.

He wanted to give her a gentle caress.

"Going home?"

Releasing her hand from the car door, Ying Jing stepped back and stood by the roadside. "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong car." The sudden stop in front of her made her think that it was the driver, Uncle Li.

A voice behind them interrupted their conversation.

At that moment, Wen Yue led Yan Shuang over. Yan Shuang's tear-stained face was no longer there.

Wen Yue saw Ying Jing standing by the roadside from afar. Coupled with the fact that the car in front of him was a little familiar, he recognized them when he approached.

"Second Uncle, why are you still here?"

It was said that Wen Fucheng valued his nephew very much. Ever since he graduated from high school, Wen Yue had been following him around to learn how to manage the company. In Wen Yue's heart, he also respected his second uncle very much. No matter what his motive was, he would tell Wen Fucheng about his girlfriend first.

"I met someone I know and talked to him for a while. It's late. If there's nothing else, you should go back and rest early."

Wen Yue nodded. He understood. It was just as he'd just met his friend in the lobby and exchanged pleasantries.

Yan Shuang was completely ignored the entire time she was by her boyfriend's side. When she wanted to go forward and speak to Wen Fucheng, she was forced to retreat by the coldness in the man's eyes.

He was not satisfied. To be precise, he was not satisfied with her as his niece-in-law.

Yan Shuang clenched her jaw to keep her emotions from surfacing.

Ying Jing, who was beside him, received a call and looked at the person in the car with a troubled expression. But a thought came to her and before she knew it, she was smiling so widely that her face was about to bloom. "Second Uncle! Uncle Driver was caught in a traffic jam and couldn't make it. Can you give me a ride to the station in front? I'll take the bus home myself."

Wen Yue was about to say that it was impossible. His second uncle was a very unreasonable person. It was fine if he did it instead. Unexpectedly, his usually cold second uncle actually sat to the side and made space. His meaning was obvious.

Ying Jing clapped her hands and opened the car door.

She even waved considerately at Wen Yue.

The car moved forward, revealing windows that had not yet been closed. Yan Shuang, who was standing beside Wen Yue, glared at her viciously.

Ying Jing glared back at her. As soon as she got into the car, she quickly sent a message to the driver and asked him to drive to the Chun'an Building to wait for her.

There was plenty of room in the car, but she had to be sprawled in the corner.

Out of the corner of his eye, she saw the man sitting next to her, flipping through a book.

What book was so good it kept his attention?

Ying Jing was a little curious, but she did not dare to get too close.

The sudden ringing of her phone was very ear-piercing in the quiet space.

Wen Fucheng opened his eyes and looked in her direction. Ying Jing took out her phone in a panic and was about to turn it off. However, things didn't go as planned. She hurriedly picked up the call.

The words "My Crush" were shown clearly on the screen.

Damn, Ying Jing wanted to die. Steeling herself, she put the phone to her ear. "Yes?"

Even through the screen, she wanted to beat Lu Zishu up. Why was he calling her at this time? It would affect her romance!

"I've returned the money to you. Take a look at the bank card." The other party's tone was cold.

Lu Zishu transferred the money back to her as soon as he got off work. He looked very anxious to cut ties with her.

That was fine. Ying Jing was even more anxious than he was.

Ying Jing was also unhappy and sounded angry.

"Yeah, okay. I got it, that's all." Not wanting to say anything more, she hung up eagerly.

Ying Jing didn't want to give the impression that she had too much to do with Lu Zishu.

He must have heard it just now! Ying Jing was vexed. Not only did he hear it, but he also saw her nickname for Lu Zishu.

She was so angry that she poked the screen of her phone a few times and decisively changed the caller ID.

Wen Fucheng watched as she changed the name to Lu Zishu.

He couldn't resist asking.

"Is it someone you like?"

Ying Jing's hair stood on end.

"No, no, no." A three-pronged denial. "I don't like him. It doesn't have anything to do with him. How could I like Lu Zishu? The person I like is…" All words trailed off, and the car fell silent.

She looked like a puffer fish whose belly had been poked. She was extremely cute.

"Why are you so nervous?" As he spoke, a piece of tissue paper was handed to Ying Jing.

She was sweating through her excitement and nervousness.

Seeing that she didn't take it, Wen Fucheng's eyes darkened. The next second, the paper was between her eyebrows.

Through the thin paper, the temperature of the man's fingertips gradually increased.

He inched toward her…