Ying Jing called Wen Fucheng.
Sitting in the cold drink shop, she held her milk tea, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy.
When the call connected, she immediately returned to normal.
Zhang Yang glanced at the caller ID and dared not neglect it. After receiving Wen Fucheng's signal, he took the phone and walked out of the meeting room.
Meanwhile, Ying Zenan, who was looking at the plan, glanced at the man opposite him.
"President Wen, if you want to take the call, just do it. Don't mind me; you won't disturb me."
Wen Fucheng pointed out the areas on the plan that needed changes with his fingers and said nonchalantly, "Some things should still be minded."
Ying Zenan's hand holding the pen paused.
What the hell are you talking about? Could you possibly have some thoughts about me?
No one in the meeting room could handle the tense atmosphere.
"Hello, Miss Ying. Where are you now? I'll come to pick you up."
Ying Jing promptly gave the address, and less than twenty minutes later, Assistant Zhang arrived.
As Ying Jing got into the car, he specifically adjusted the air conditioning temperature. Ying Jing casually remarked, "Assistant Zhang, you're really attentive."
Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It was instructed by President Wen."
Wen Fucheng?
Throughout the journey, it was her asking and him answering. No matter what Ying Jing asked, Zhang Yang revealed everything without reservation.
"Assistant Zhang, you answer too quickly. Don't you need to think about it? For instance, when I asked if Wen Fucheng had ever dated a girlfriend before!" She never had the chance to inquire about these things in her past life.
"But Miss Ying, what I'm saying is true! I've been with President Wen for so many years and indeed haven't seen him take an interest in anyone."
Wouldn't he feel stifled?
Of course, Ying Jing didn't dare voice this thought.
She was afraid that the next second the assistant would say, "Why don't you verify it yourself, Miss Ying?" She liked him, craved him, and might not be able to resist the temptation.
"Do you think I'm an exception then?"
Probably, right!
The author wrote him so well, and in the end, she got a lucky break, hehe.
"What's he doing now?"
"He's at Ying Group."
Oh!
He's at Ying Group, but... isn't Ying Group her company?
What's Wen Fucheng doing there?
"Dynasty Entertainment and Ying Group will soon have a major collaboration project. President Wen values it greatly and is personally involved in almost every aspect." He emphasized the last few words.
Miss Ying should understand it.
Ying Jing not only understood but also over-analyzed, feeling extremely happy along the way.
Zhang Yang was unsure if what he did was right, but judging from the boss's attitude, Ying Jing was evidently a very important presence.
The project had to be executed, and Dynasty Entertainment had competent vice presidents to handle it. Compared to this thankless project, he couldn't understand what benefits Wen Fucheng could derive except for Ying Jing.
Moreover, he directly bought a house next to Ying Group.
Surely Ying Jing will soon find out!
The little princess is really blessed!
Just as Wen Fucheng finished, he received a message from Zhang Yang.
Ying Zenan was torn about whether to invite Wen Fucheng for dinner tonight when the man proactively spoke up, "President Ying, it's been a pleasure collaborating. I have important plans tonight, but I'll invite you for dinner next time when I get a chance."
Oh, he has plans! That's good! Go quickly!
Ying Zenan showed disappointment on his face, but inwardly, he was already laughing.
He couldn't wait for him to leave quickly.
Right? He hopes that his brother won't regret it in the future.
Ying Jing eagerly watched the door, and when Wen Fucheng came out, she immediately jumped out of the car.
He walked toward her, unobtrusively standing in the sunlight, shielding her from the glaring light above. He was talking to himself, completely unaware that she was covered by his shadow.
From the assistant's perspective, the boss was really gentle.
Watching her, attentively listening to what she said.
To be closer to her, he took a step closer to the young girl.
In the car, she excitedly introduced to him where they were going to eat.
"You'll definitely love it once you try it."
"I'm sure what you recommend won't disappoint."
"Hey, it's not just like that. Once you try it, Second Uncle, you'll know that I'm not lying. You trusting me unconditionally makes me feel embarrassed."
"Is it bad?"
It's good! It's so good it's overwhelming.
Ying Jing enjoyed the thrill of being in charge the entire time.
She and Weiyi often came to this place, and they were quite familiar with the lobby manager. Seeing that she was here for a meal, they immediately arranged a private room.
Zhang Yang received a phone call halfway through and his expression changed instantly.
Fully demonstrated what it means to fake innocence with open eyes.
"What? You were hit by a car. Is the car okay? No, are you okay!"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming right over, don't worry."
...
After hanging up the phone, Assistant Zhang apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, it seems I won't be able to accompany you for this meal today, Miss Ying. A friend of mine on a business trip here got hit by a car and doesn't have enough money. I need to go over there."
"Oh, should you need more hands, why don't we go together?"
That would be too much.
Of course not!
It's a rare moment creating an opportunity to be alone.
"It's fine, I'll take a look. If it's not serious, I'll be back." Whether he'll come back or not is entirely up to him.
Watching Assistant Zhang leave, Ying Jing suddenly became somewhat reserved.
Wen Fucheng took his seat and poured some warm water into two empty cups beside him.
"Drink some warm water first to moisten your throat. If you want tea or a drink, just tell the server later." He put down the teapot in his hand, turned to look at the door. "How about that?"
Ying Jing blushed and her thoughts returned to the room.
Of course, it's great!
Sitting across from him, the private room she thought was quite large now suddenly seemed a bit smaller. It turns out the manager opened a smaller room since they were fewer in number.
Ying Jing looked up and could clearly see his face.
The signature dishes they ordered were served, Ying Jing impatiently picked a piece for him and placed it in the empty bowl in front of him. "Stir-fried beef, especially tender."
However, she seemed to forget one thing. Wen Fucheng, with his CEO syndrome and cleanliness obsession from her past life, never ate dishes picked by others.
"Cle... clean."
At least it's clean now.
Nervous, Ying Jing watched as Wen Fucheng picked up the beef in the bowl with his chopsticks, chewed it carefully, and swallowed.
"It's delicious."
Until the meal ended, Assistant Zhang still hadn't returned. Seizing the moment when Wen Fucheng went to the restroom, Ying Jing sneakily poured herself a little of the wine Wen Fucheng ordered into a small cup.
She knew this wine - in her past life, he loved it the most, always having a cup when he was happy.
But tonight, he drank three small cups.
Ying Jing was utterly curious about the taste.
When Wen Fucheng returned, the little greedy cat was already drunk and slumped over the table.
She dared to drink such strong wine.
Her pink face, misty eyes, hand gripping the half-empty wine glass.
"Ying Jing."
Wen Fucheng walked over to her side and bent down, calling her name.
"Ying Jing."
The one lying down immediately sat up, patting her face, sitting very obediently. She looked at him, stretched out her small hand, and tapped the man's face twice.
"Wen Fucheng, I'm not drunk."
Not drunk.
Oh, well, that complicates things.
Sitting on the chair, she never expected he would crouch in front of her, take the initiative to hold her hand, take off the hair tie from her wrist, look at the nearly healed scar, and kiss it gently.
The itchiness on her wrist startled Ying Jing, making her want to withdraw her hand.
His gaze was so indulgent, his tone so helpless, as he held her hand to his lips.
"What should we do then, a sober Jing Bao shouldn't take advantage of me."