“Yes.” Wen Ying tilted her head and looked him over, then suggested again, “So? Want to play with me?”
She lightly twirled a strand of her slightly curled hair around her finger and flashed Gu Qingyu a seductive smile. The upward tilt of her eyes was like a small hook, gently tugging at the heart.
Yet Gu Qingyu remained completely unmoved. The gaze behind his glasses darkened slightly, and the smile on his lips faded.
His tone was long and leisurely. “I’m not someone you can casually play around with.”
Wen Ying lowered her hand and rolled her eyes at him in boredom. “You’re really no fun.”
After dinner, Gu Qingyu drove her home.
The car pulled straight into the Wen residence in a place called Yushui Bay. Just as Wen Ying reached for the door handle to get out, she suddenly thought of something, turned back, and looked at Gu Qingyu.
Smiling at him, she deliberately asked with a hint of mischief, “Do you want to come in and sit for a while? My parents aren’t home.”
Wen Ying had an aristocratic beauty. The upward tilt of her eyes gave her the proud air of a wealthy young lady, while her delicate and striking features, combined with her soft and alluring voice and the obvious suggestion in her words, made it difficult for anyone not to be tempted.
But Gu Qingyu merely chuckled. “You haven’t even gone inside yet. How do you know they’re not home?”
The smiling expression on Wen Ying’s face vanished instantly. “Why do you care? I just know!”
She frowned impatiently. “Why are you dragging it out? Just say whether you’re coming or not. If not, I’m leaving!”
Gu Qingyu smiled and shook his head.
Wen Ying snorted. “As if I care!”
With that, she pulled open the car door and slammed it shut with a bang, venting her frustration.
Gu Qingyu couldn’t help laughing. Her temper really was something.
As soon as Wen Ying stepped into the house with her bag on her shoulder, Aunt Gui hurried over to greet her. “Miss Wen, you’re back?”
She wiped her hands on her apron before reaching out to take Wen Ying’s bag.
“Miss Wen, why are you back so late? Have you eaten? Should I make something for you?”
Wen Ying yawned and replied listlessly, “No need, Aunt Gui. I already ate outside.”
She lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced around unconsciously. Noticing her gaze, Aunt Gui quickly said, “Sir and Madam haven’t returned yet.”
Wen Ying immediately became irritated. “Who asked about them? Whether they come back or not has nothing to do with me!”
Without turning her head, she stomped upstairs. “I’m going back to my room to sleep. Don’t let anyone disturb me!”
“Alright!” Aunt Gui responded while holding Wen Ying’s small handbag.
Watching her young mistress’s retreating figure as she went upstairs, Aunt Gui sighed helplessly and shook her head.
Wen Ying had not slept well the previous night, and this nap lasted until almost dinner time.
Seeing the empty house, she frowned slightly. Just then, a call came from the Fu family asking her to come over for dinner.
Wen Ying agreed immediately.
She went upstairs to take a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes before picking up her bag and heading downstairs.
“Miss Wen, aren’t you eating?” Aunt Gui hurried out of the kitchen and called after her.
Without looking back, Wen Ying replied, “No, I’m going to Uncle Fu’s house for dinner.”
The driver brought the car around. Wen Ying got in, and before long they arrived at the Fu residence.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Mrs. Fu came over warmly to greet her. “Yingying is here? Come in quickly.”
“Auntie,” Wen Ying greeted, following her into the living room.
Mrs. Fu looked elegant and gentle. Pulling Wen Ying to sit beside her on the sofa, she said, “Sit for a while first and have some fruit. Dinner will be ready soon.”
She instructed the servant, “Go cut some watermelon. Yingying likes it.”
Wen Ying’s brows relaxed, and the tense look on her face softened a little. She casually asked, “Brother Tingchuan isn’t here?”
Mrs. Fu sighed. “Him? He’s still busy with work. You know what they’re like, those father and son. Busy, busy, busy all day.”
“But men should work hard on their careers, otherwise how could women like us have a good life?”
Wen Ying frowned slightly, vaguely feeling something about that statement was off, though she couldn’t quite say why.
Fu Xinyi, who was sitting nearby, sneered. “Seeing you here, even if he came back, he’d probably be driven away by you.”
Fu Xinyi was Fu Tingchuan’s younger sister. She had always disliked Wen Ying’s spoiled rich-girl attitude. Ever since she learned that her brother liked the secretary beside him and didn’t like Wen Ying, she had been secretly delighted.
Wen Ying had originally just regarded her as an immature little sister and couldn’t be bothered to argue with a child out of respect for Aunt Fu.
But after thinking about it carefully, Fu Xinyi was only a year younger than her. What child was she supposed to be?
Wen Ying suddenly remembered that in the novel, Fu Xinyi was a loyal supporter of the Female Lead. She frequently created opportunities for Fu Tingchuan and Lin Shiwei and helped target and obstruct Wen Ying, earning the affectionate nickname “Little Angel” from readers.
This “Little Angel” had a cute and pretty appearance, with a small, round face that looked very likable.
Yet Wen Ying felt an instinctive dislike toward her.
She was the vicious female supporting character, so naturally she disliked all the righteous characters.
Wen Ying’s expression cooled. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and smiled at Mrs. Fu. “Oh? Is that so? It seems I’m not welcome here.”
“How could that be?”
Mrs. Fu quickly stood up and pulled Wen Ying back down to sit. Seeing that her expression was still unhappy, she turned to Fu Xinyi and scolded, “Xinyi, how can you speak like that? Apologize to your sister-in-law!”
Fu Xinyi turned her head away and snorted disdainfully. “What sister-in-law? She’s not my sister-in-law. My brother doesn’t even like her.”
Mrs. Fu scolded, “Don’t talk nonsense!”
Wen Ying laughed in irritation. “Who he likes is his business. Do you think I care?”
“If you have the ability, go ask Grandpa Fu to cancel the engagement!”
Mrs. Fu’s face changed drastically at once.
“You—” Fu Xinyi exploded with anger. “Then cancel it! As if anyone cares about you! With that temper of yours, who could stand you? Honestly, you should learn from Lin Shiwei. If you were even half as good as her, my brother wouldn’t dislike you.”
Wen Ying looked completely unconcerned. “Who cares who he likes? If he likes Lin Shiwei, then let him marry Lin Shiwei.”
At that moment—
Fu Tingchuan, who had hurried back from the company after hearing Wen Ying had come, happened to hear those words.
He had thought about yesterday’s incident for a long time and concluded that Wen Ying had probably intended to talk to him properly.
But he hadn’t given her a way out and had kept questioning and scolding her, which made her angry.
When Fu Tingchuan heard that Wen Ying had been invited to dinner at his house, he left the company and rushed back, planning to give her an opening to reconcile.
Who would have thought that the moment he arrived he would hear her say something like that.
Fu Tingchuan’s expression instantly darkened. “Wen Ying, what did you say?”
His sudden appearance surprised everyone.
Mrs. Fu hurried forward. “Tingchuan, why did you suddenly come back?”
Wen Ying simply repeated her words directly. “Your sister said Lin Shiwei is good, so I said you should go marry Lin Shiwei.”
Mrs. Fu nervously grabbed Wen Ying’s hand and tried to persuade her. “You mustn’t say things like that. No one can compare to you. As for the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, I only recognize you. Not just any random woman can marry into this family.”
Wen Ying’s expression softened slightly, but she had already lost the desire to stay.
“Aunt Fu, I think we should skip dinner tonight.”
“I have something to do, so I’ll leave first.”
She picked up her bag, pushed Mrs. Fu’s hand aside, and walked toward the door.
“Hey—”
Mrs. Fu tried to stop her, but Fu Tingchuan said coldly, “Let her go!”
Yesterday she had at least coaxed him a little, but now she didn’t even bother. She had directly told him to go marry Lin Shiwei.
Fu Tingchuan felt that Wen Ying’s temper was far too excessive. She had been the one in the wrong first, yet after he asked only a few questions she stayed angry until now. He had even tried to offer her an opening to reconcile, and this was her attitude.
Now she didn’t even show respect to the elders, leaving the moment she said she would.
Fu Tingchuan had no intention of indulging her bad temper. She should be left to calm down on her own. Once she cooled off, she would realize her mistake.
But Wen Ying didn’t look back once, completely unconcerned with what he said.
Fu Xinyi dragged out her voice and complained pitifully, “Brother—you see how she is?”
“With that temper of hers, who could stand her? You’re right not to like her. Don’t feel guilty about it. If you want to marry Lin Shiwei and make her my sister-in-law, I support you!”
Mrs. Fu scolded lightly, “Don’t talk nonsense.”
But Fu Tingchuan abruptly shook off Fu Xinyi’s hand. “Who said I want to marry Lin Shiwei?”
His expression was cold, startling Fu Xinyi. She stammered nervously, “Isn’t that what everyone outside says? And I think you treat Lin Shiwei quite well.”
Fu Tingchuan’s face remained cold, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “I don’t care what others say. If I hear you say something like that again, don’t blame me for sending you overseas.”
He lifted his foot to leave, but paused for a moment before going, adding another reminder.
“Also, your sister-in-law can only be Wen Ying. It will never be anyone else. Understand?”
Fu Xinyi nodded timidly, not daring to say another word.
After leaving the Fu residence, Wen Ying took out her phone and called people to come out for dinner.
Her plastic sisters responded enthusiastically. Half an hour later, they had all gathered at a high-end restaurant.
Their family backgrounds were far inferior to Wen Ying, so they usually followed her lead and often flattered her.
“Yingbao, that outfit looks amazing on you. It’s the new release from Brand A, right? I heard it’s already sold out domestically.”
“Where did you buy that bracelet? It makes your skin look even whiter.”
“Yingbao, what skincare products do you use? Your skin looks so good.”
After hearing a few compliments, Wen Ying’s brows relaxed and the lingering frustration from earlier dissipated considerably.
“What’s so great about it? It’s just average. The style and design are nothing special. Your taste is really bad. If you like it, I’ll give you one next time.”
“Really? But my skin is already naturally fair. I don’t need something like this to make it look better.” As she spoke, she removed the bracelet and tossed it into the girl’s arms, glancing at her face. “Here, you can have it. Your skin is dark. You need it.”
“Your skin condition is so poor, you really should take better care of it. Forget it, since we don’t have anything to do later, after dinner I’ll take you to a beauty salon. Otherwise it’s embarrassing for you to follow me around.”
The three girls showed mixed expressions, unsure whether they should feel happy or offended.
But since they were receiving benefits, happiness outweighed everything else.
After dinner, the group went to a beauty salon for a spa treatment. Wen Ying casually took out a card from her bag to pay the bill.
At ten in the evening, the nightlife was only just beginning. The three girls then brought Wen Ying to a bar called Dark Night. The spending there was extremely high, and the clientele consisted mostly of wealthy people.
Although their families had some money, they were nothing compared to Wen Ying’s top-tier wealthy background.
They preferred to save their own allowance for other things, so whenever Wen Ying was around they would drag her along to places like this and let her pay.
Wen Ying was rich and generous, completely unconcerned about such small amounts.
They booked a booth and ordered the most expensive alcohol. Originally they wanted to call a few handsome men to keep them company, but remembering that Wen Ying had a fiancée and that she had always disliked such people, they decided against it.
They played several rounds of Truth or Dare, and everyone kept choosing Truth. Wen Ying had no interest in their answers and rested her chin on her hand, beginning to feel bored.
One of the plastic sisters who had complimented her clothes earlier secretly glanced at Wen Ying, her eyes shifting slyly. “I’ll choose Dare.”
Wen Ying lifted her eyes to look at her, while the other two clapped and cheered.
“Then go ask the man here you’re most interested in to spend the night with you!”
The girl’s name was Li Jiayue, the prettiest among the plastic sisters.
She set down her wine glass, smiled confidently, and walked toward a certain direction.
The three of them looked toward where she was heading. Wen Ying curled her lip. “Are the men here even worth looking at? You really aren’t picky.”
The other two looked slightly embarrassed and hurried to flatter her.
“How could we compare to you, Yingbao? Besides, what man could possibly compare to President Fu?”
Normally Wen Ying would be pleased to hear that, since praising Fu Tingchuan was practically the same as praising her good taste.
But this time she frowned slightly. Just as she was about to say something, the excited gasps from the two girls interrupted her.
Following their gaze, she looked over.
Li Jiayue had stopped beside a tall man with an outstanding presence.
The man stood at the bar with his back partially turned to them, speaking to the bartender.
He wore a white shirt and black trousers, his bearing refined and elegant. His side profile was sharply defined, with a tall nose bridge supporting a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Beneath the lenses, his eyes looked gentle and refined.
Hearing someone speaking to him, he slowly turned his head.
Revealing an extraordinarily handsome face.