Ying Jing returned to her room, full and satisfied.
Her good friend Weiyi had been waiting for quite some time.
"Alright, where did you go off to?"
Ying Jing collapsed backward, lying flat on the bed. "It's tough! I don't know where to start." Even now, she could recall saying goodbye to Wen Fucheng as she left, and how he had properly seen her off at the door.
He politely offered to send her back.
Ying Jing declined with the excuse that he should rest early.
She regretted it the moment she said it.
It's just a few steps, what harm would there have been in letting him come along?
Men shouldn't be spoiled.
Even though he's not her man yet.
"You aren't really planning to pursue Wen Fucheng, are you? I've heard he's quite a difficult person. Do you know what they say in the socialite circle?"
"What do they say?"
"Chasing Ying Zenan is hoping, chasing Wen Fucheng is a dim hope."
