Knowing they're back to the country, Shen Qiurong asked Ying Jing to take Wen Fucheng home for a meal.
By the way, urging them to get their marriage certificate sooner.
She went home first.
Ying Jing sipped her milk tea, saying there's no rush, not urgent.
"It's not urgent for you, of course, because Wen Fucheng likes you. But don't take my words lightly. Someone as excellent as Wen Fucheng has many people thinking about him."
"Mom, I believe he's not that kind of person."
"You trust him, but can you trust those eager flowers and grasses outside? Many people want to get close to him, and when the time comes, you won't even have the title to stand out and accuse."
Shen Qiurong's words were too intense, and Ying Jing, who initially didn't feel much, suddenly found some truth in them.
When a woman's sensitive thoughts kick in, not even ten bulls can hold them back.
Coincidentally, Ying Zenan overheard the conversation between the two as he was returning home.
