Closing the door, she leaned against the wall and exhaled a few breaths. Worried about her appearance, she went to the bathroom to fix herself up.
Until the bedroom door was gently pushed open, Wen Fucheng didn't see the person who should be asleep on the bed, which startled Ying Jing in the bathroom.
She lowered her voice.
"Uncle, why did you come in so quietly!"
Wen Fucheng saw her flustered look combined with her outfit; she must have known Cheng Jin was coming.
He wasn't in a hurry and didn't rush her.
Leaning against the door, he looked at her exquisitely made-up little face and spoke with a smile. "Why, are you so eager to meet your mother-in-law?"
"Not at all, I just did a little touch-up so I don't look too overbearing. Just a weak little question, what kind of girl does she like?" Quickly, a last-minute review.
"She likes girls like Ying Jing."
In a lover's eyes, one is always beautiful, but in a mother-in-law's eyes, not necessarily.
"Uncle, tell me more."
