This sleep was dizzy and muddled.
Upon waking, Ying Jing didn't recall anything from last night.
Wen Fucheng was having a meal downstairs with Cheng Jin.
After today, Cheng Jin would return to the country.
The next time she comes back would likely be for her wedding with Wen Fucheng.
Even though nothing happened last night, Cheng Jin's gaze held a special meaning when looking at her.
She was simply drunk, covered by a blanket, and slept through the night.
"Jing Bao is awake, come over for breakfast. Fu Cheng said you were tired last night and should sleep a bit longer."
Ying Jing: …
Uncle is making up nonsense.
Clearly someone didn't plan on explaining, and took clean bowls and chopsticks to serve Ying Jing a bowl of porridge.
The small dishes were quite varied.
Cheng Jin's flight was at eleven o'clock, and Wen Fucheng had an important meeting in the morning and couldn't see her off, so Ying Jing took Cheng Jin to the airport.
