"Everyone's gone, why are you still watching?"

Ying Kui pulled up a chair, feeling as if something was missing. He saw an unpeeled apple on the table and picked it up.

The thin blade shone with a cold light, reflecting on the ceiling to form a small spot of light.

The light spot moved slightly, Wan Jingjing's eyes trembled, and she withdrew her gaze from the door panel.

"I just feel like maybe I never really knew him."

"Indeed, that Bloomberg guy is not a good person either."

"Thank you for what you did today."

Having heard that Peng Bo refused to admit his fault, Wan Jingjing found an excuse to send her parents home. Since they were old, they would inevitably run into the Peng family if they were in the same hospital, and they would definitely suffer.

Fortunately, Ying Kui appeared and she finally got an apology.

Ying Kui curled his lips, suppressed the smile in his throat, and coughed twice before saying, "I'm here to collect my lost wages, and I'm also helping you out. After all, we're partners."

Before going abroad, Ying Kui and Wan Jingjing were considered a perfect match by everyone. As long as the two of them took action, there was no competition they could not win.

It’s great that the friendship from the past has not faded.

"eat!"

Ying Kui cut the peeled apple into small pieces and put them on a plate, then put them into Wan Jingjing's hand and carefully wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.

Wan Jingjing glanced at it and said angrily, "That's mine."

Dancing makes you sweat easily, so using paper towels is too wasteful, and using sweat towels is not very pretty. She went to the market to find the softest cotton cloth and had it made into a small square towel, neither too big nor too small, just enough for her.

Upon hearing this, Ying Kui did not let go and took the girl into his arms in front of Wan Jingjing.

Wan Jingjing was surprised, "What are you doing?"

"It's a shame to get such a good thing dirty. I'll go back and wash it so I can use it to wipe my sweat on stage."

"Then I'll make you a new one, and I'll just wash this one."

Wan Jingjing felt a burning sensation behind her ears from Ying Kui's words. Although it wasn't something close to her body, it was still quite private. Using something she had used before sounded really - too ambiguous.

Unexpectedly, Ying Kui refused to let go and even claimed that the old one was softer and more useful.

"abnormal."

Wan Jingjing cursed inwardly. Ying Kui clearly heard it, but he ignored it and changed the subject, asking:

"Do you know why I hit Bloomberg?"

"Do you think he bullied me?" Wan Jingjing replied without hesitation.

They have been partners since they were young. Ying Kui is a talented player, but Wan Jingjing has to work harder to keep up with his level.

In the past, people always laughed at her for overestimating her abilities. Whenever Wan Jingjing heard this, she would just practice harder.

Ying Kui had only one solution - beat the other party until he shut up.

Regardless of gender, age or status, anyone who says something that displeases him will be given a lecture.

The amazing thing is that every time Ying Kui responded, he would get punished and the other party would not dare to find fault with him.

Wan Jingjing's guess was almost right, but Ying Kui still shook his head and said with some gritted teeth:

"Before I left the country, that guy brought some people to do something bad to me."

"He went to the alley on his way home, put a sack on me and beat me up. He thought I didn't know who he was because I couldn't see. Who is as stupid as him?"

"You mean Bloomberg went to beat you up? Why?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Wan Jingjing's eyes.

She and Peng Bo were in the heat of their relationship when Ying Kui had already become famous. They split up and Ying Kui went to perform overseas, while Wan Jingjing stayed and followed the path planned by her teacher: competitions, joining a dance troupe, and finally mentoring students.

Peng Bo and Ying Kui did not have much contact with each other. During that time, Wan Jingjing rarely danced with Ying Kui. Most of the time they just met by chance at school and said hello.

There can be no conflict between the two of them.

"Jealous that I'm more handsome than him."

Ying Kui's reply was still nonsensical. However, Wan Jingjing was amused and asked teasingly, "Then how did you know it was Bloomberg?"

"Tsk, he definitely came back from a date with you that day and decided to do this on a whim. He still smells like your shampoo."

Wan Jingjing... Is this person a dog?

Perhaps not wanting to be labeled a pervert, Ying Kui explained, "I gave it to you. My mother sent me this brand. It says it's made entirely by hand from Chinese herbal medicine, so it's easy to tell."

All right.

Wan Jingjing stuffed a piece of apple into her mouth. From her eyes, it was clear that she was reminiscing about the past. She didn't believe at all that Peng Bo hit someone because he was jealous of Ying Kuishai.

She believed that Ying Kui was the one who started the trouble first.

"When can I meet my goddaughter? The one next door to yours, Nuannuan, right?"

Ying Kui suddenly mentioned it, and Wan Jingjing gasped.

The apple got stuck in her throat before she could even chew it, choking her and causing her to cough violently.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of? I can eat her?!" A trace of panic flashed across Ying Kui's face.

He immediately took the plate from her hand, patted her on the back, turned around and put his hand to Wan Jingjing's mouth, saying in a deep voice, "Open your mouth and spit it out."

The small piece of apple rolled into his palm. Ying Kui remained calm and threw it directly into the trash can, then looked at her with concern.

"Are you okay? Is there anything stuck in your throat?"

"No, no."

Wan Jingjing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue and looked at Ying Kui in shock. "How did you find out?"

"It feels very warm when she stands with you."

Ying Kui's feelings were never wrong, and he wasn't blind. When that child grew up, she would definitely be Wan Jingjing II. Even just a fleeting glimpse at the door that day was enough for Ying Kui to understand.

When it comes to her daughter, Wan Jingjing has endless topics to talk about. Although her lost and found child hasn't returned to her, she can still keep her company in a different way, and she finally has hope for the future.

When Ying Kui heard that Wan Jingjing decided not to disclose Feng Yueyue's identity and planned to keep it secret, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? I don't want Yueyue to go back to a family like that."

"I don't agree with her going back either. Her adoptive parents adopted her through the proper process. You can't just take her back. But revealing her identity doesn't mean taking Yueyue away. It means letting her get everything she deserves."

"What's the meaning?"

"What I mean is that Yueyue has the blood of the Peng family in her body. She can choose not to go back, but she still has the right of inheritance."

Ying Kui analyzed carefully, "It's not just the money, but also the status and connections of the Peng family, which are of great help to her. Although Yueyue is still young, we don't know what she wants and doesn't want. But we can't deprive her of the right to choose because of guilt."

"If you keep hiding it, are you going to give it all to that fake Peng Nuan? That kid doesn't look easy to get along with."

Wan Jingjing had never thought about this level.

She suddenly recalled what Yu Rou had said before: once the school organized a painting competition, and Yueyue's spot was taken away by someone else.

If that person knew that Yueyue was a member of the Peng family, would he still have the courage to do so?