I Missed Him Too Much

The bathroom mirror cracked.

With a cracking sound, Ying Jing, who was lying flat on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her hand first to the delicate gauze wrapped around her wrist.

She put it down again.

Then, with a look of disbelief, she sat up in bed in shock.

Her heart was in turmoil.

The scene in front of her was so familiar but before she could think too much, the door was quickly pushed open from the outside.

The next second, her haggard mother rushed into the house with tears in her eyes.

Madam Ying rushed over when she heard the commotion downstairs.

Her tone was full of concern. "Baby, you're awake. Are you feeling sick anywhere?"

Ying Jing shook her head at the woman's question.

Her mind was a little confused now. She didn't know if what was happening in front of her was a dream or reality.

She should be dead!

At the age of thirty.

Thinking of something, she hurriedly lifted the blanket and rushed to the toilet without even putting on her slippers. The broken glass on the ground pierced into the soles of her feet as she ran.

The remaining half of the mirror was stuck to the wall. Countless cracks were baring their fangs. Ying Jing could see her face through the cracks.

Looking at the afterimages in the countless fragments, she was filled with thoughts.

Her fingertips subconsciously touched the delicate skin on her face.

She pinched her flesh hard under Ying's mother's scream.

It was so painful that she immediately cried.

Ying's mother came over and took her hand with heartache. She was furious. "Why are you being so silly again? It's not like our family doesn't have money. Why must you insist on that poor boy? You even cut your wrist for him."

Yes.

Now, she was certain that she had been reborn. She had been reborn and went back to the time when she was twenty.

The Ying family was still around and safe.

It was not long after she had transmigrated in her previous life.

Ying Jing turned around and hugged his mother tightly.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Ying's mother only thought that she was apologizing for her foolishness and did not think too much about it. Only Ying Jing, who had experienced life and death once, understood that her apology spanned two lifetimes.

"It's okay, as long as you're okay." Her mother kept trying to calm her emotions.

"'Mum, I'm a bit tired. Can I get some rest?" She needed to take her time now.

Ying's mother rambled on for a long time, all for her own good.

After her mother left, Ying Jing sat on the bed in a daze.

After all, she didn't know if she needed to follow the plot again after being reborn. She never wanted to experience the feeling of dying back to the plot point in her previous life.

The pain in the soles of her feet pulled her back from her thoughts. Ying Jing carefully removed the glass shards and threw them into the trash can.

After applying the medication, she was extremely bored. She lay on the bed and scrolled through her phone. As she scrolled, she saw her friend Wen Yue's social media post.

[Wen Yue: Second Uncle came to Hucheng for a small gathering. [Picture]]

Ying Jing would never forget the fair hand wearing a watch in the photo.

She straightened up excitedly.

In the original plot of her previous life, shouldn't Wen Fucheng only come to Hucheng at the end of the year? Why had he appeared in September?

She couldn't be blamed for remembering it so clearly. It was really because Wen Fucheng had left a deep impression on her.

This mysterious head of the Wen family in the original novel had always been a powerful existence. It was heavier than the male lead's presence.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much description of him in the novel. The few times he appeared, the author used all her flowery words.

Ying Jing thought that Wen Fucheng was the main character.

Could it be because the rebirth plot also deviated?

Or was she free of the plot now?

At the thought of this possibility, Ying Jing was so happy that she almost jumped up.

Ying Jing quickly ran down the stairs with her bag.

Mother Ying, who was downstairs, instructed the auntie at home to make a table of delicious food. Just as she was about to call her to eat, she saw that her daughter had already come down and was in good spirits. She smiled and stopped her.

She beckoned to her.

"Are you up? I was just about to call you. Come and eat."

"Mom, I have something urgent to attend to. You can eat by yourself." After putting on her shoes, she pushed open the door and was more than halfway out of the door when she thought of something. She turned around and spoke to her mother, who was looking worriedly at the door. "Mom, don't worry. I'm not going to look for Lu Zishu."

"How can I rest assured if you run around when you've just recovered!"

Ying Jing had already run out as fast as a rabbit. But Mother Ying was relieved to see that the child did not show any signs of wanting to die for a man!

Ying Jing, who had run out of the house, stood by the road, panting. She had come out in such a hurry that she had almost forgotten her business.

She missed him so much.

Thinking that someone she knew was present, she immediately called her friend.

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Xu Yi received a call from Ying Jing and was meeting with a few good friends.

Today's setup was Wen Yue's.

When the phone rang in the private room, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Xu Yi stood up and called out gently.

"Ying Jing?"

His friend next to him teased, "The Ying Family's little princess called?"

It was already so obvious.

"Ask Baby Jing to come out and play with us! I haven't seen her in a long time. Could it be that the little girl is still following Lu Zishu about pathetically ?" Jiang Cheng and Xu Yi were good friends and had many interactions with the Ying family. They were also familiar with each other. There were very few girls in this generation of big families, so Ying Jing had become the little sister of these young masters.

The journey had been smooth for her. But when she was in her second year of high school, Ying Jing appeared to have gone crazy chasing after a poor boy.

"Lu Zishu?"

"That's right, Lu Zishu." Speaking of Lu Zishu, Jiang Cheng was filled with anger. "I wonder what's so good about Lu Zishu… He…" Jiang Cheng stopped in his tracks.

Turning around, he saw Wen Fucheng looking at him coldly. His gaze seemed to be saying, "Why aren't you continuing?"

"Second Uncle, you like to listen to gossip too!" Jiang Cheng broke out in cold sweat.

"Yes, I like to hear it."

In the dim yellow light, the man took his time answering.

Wen Fucheng was so straightforward that those who were far away only knew that they were chatting. Those who were close, such as Jiang Cheng, had meaningful looks in their eyes.

Now that was interesting.

The few men present tonight were all from the elite circle. In the future, they would also represent half of Shanghai.

Wen Fucheng was different. Although he was a few years older than them, his status was much higher.

The Wen family was the richest family in the capital, and the capital was the economic center of the entire country. In recent years, the Wen family's businesses had spread throughout the country.

After Wen Fucheng took over, he became even more impressive.

As for why this person was here today, it was his nephew, Wen Yue, who leaked the information.

There were too many people who wanted to get to know Wen Fucheng. When they saw an idol-like figure, these young masters who usually played around restrained themselves.