Chapter 35: I’m Not Fragile Enough to Fear Insufficient Affection from You

Wen Yang and Yu Qing were still in the living room, diligently working on their drafts, when Tao Li suddenly called Wen Yang.

“Wen Jie ¹ Jie = big sister , check our video — it’s blowing up! Oh my god, it’s going viral!”

Wen Yang was momentarily stunned. She moved aside to check her phone and saw a flood of notifications pouring into their account’s backend.

“I’ll take a look,” she said.

“Yes, hurry and check!” Tao Li’s voice was full of excitement.

After hanging up, Wen Yang opened the app and saw the video views and reads skyrocketing. Her inbox was packed with private messages, and the likes, saves, and comments kept climbing.

Yu Qing peeked over from her laptop and exclaimed, “What the heck is going on?”

“I have no idea,” Wen Yang replied, just as confused.

She clicked on the comments section.

There were over three thousand comments, most of them asking questions, the most common being:

• “Is the creator a designer?”
• “Where are you based? This house looks amazing.”
• “How can I contact you? It looks like your ID says you’re in Nancheng. I have a place there I want to renovate. Can you help?”
• “Ahhhh, this is my dream home! Too bad I just finished renovating and got scammed…”
• “I’ve sent you a private message!”
• “The layout looks like Nancheng Tianyue’s apartments.”
• “Is it just me, or is the creator really pretty? Stunning.”
• “Forget the house — I’m into you!”

Yu Qing clicked her tongue twice. “Hurry up and reply to them! Then check the private messages.”

There were about a hundred private messages. Wen Yang opened them and filtered out the ones clearly flirting or asking for personal contact info. About thirty were serious inquiries about design work.

One message read:

“Nancheng Huacheng Four Seasons, 63 square meters, two bedrooms — I want to convert it into three. Is that possible?”

Wen Yang immediately replied:

“Yes, do you have the floor plan? Is adding a bedroom your only request?”

The person responded quickly:

“We also want to improve storage and create a study space for our kid. It’s an old apartment, and we’re on a tight budget.”

Wen Yang typed back:

“Understood. Our studio is in Nancheng. Are you free tomorrow to schedule a meeting? Or we can visit your place at a time that works for you.”

The client replied:

“You’re from Yunchi Design, right? I found your address online. I can drop by tomorrow afternoon.”

Wen Yang:

“Great! Could you share your contact details?”

The client sent over a phone number and their last name.

Yu Qing watched the exchange unfold. “Whoa, did we just land a client?”

“Not sure if they’ll actually show up tomorrow,” Wen Yang said. “But now that we have their contact info, we can follow up.”

“A lot of design firms might be lurking in the comments section, fishing for potential clients, so conversions might be hit or miss.”

“That’s okay,” Wen Yang smiled, feeling content. “We just need a start — even if it’s one client at a time.”

She continued replying to more messages and comments. Watching her work, Yu Qing suggested, “We should hire two more people. They can help you handle all this.”

Wen Yang nodded. “Let’s have Tao Li take over for now.”

“Sounds good,” Yu Qing agreed.

Once there were more clients, there was no need to worry about Liu Yu anymore. With their own stream of business, whatever happened on her end wouldn’t matter.

But still—

Yu Qing rested her arm on her knee, watching Wen Yang respond to messages, and asked curiously, “Our luck is insane. Just one video and it blew up—should we go buy a lottery ticket?”

Wen Yang chuckled. “Maybe it’s because I showed my face?”

Yu Qing stared at her and smacked her knee. “Of course, it’s because of your face.”

Wen Yang lifted her gaze and gave Yu Qing a light push. “You really believe that? It’s just luck.”

Yu Qing teased, “Nope—it’s your face.”

Wen Yang didn’t bother arguing.

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure why the video had gone viral. The backend data didn’t show anything unusual. Maybe she just didn’t fully understand the app’s algorithm yet—something to figure out later.

As the video’s views kept climbing like crazy—

Cheng Yanyu also saw the comments about Wen Yang’s looks. Some people were even calling her “wife” in the comments, though most seemed to be from women, judging by the usernames and profile pictures.

Still, seeing the word “wife” made his chest tighten for a brief moment.

He glanced at the still frame of Wen Yang frozen in the video, then turned off his phone and set it aside.

Yu Zhan, seeing that his boss had put the phone away, finally sat down to discuss the upcoming bidding project.

Yu Zhan had been promoted the previous month but still acted as Cheng Yanyu’s assistant.

“This bid is for a large sum, President Cheng. We need to ensure the funds are ready.”

Cheng Yanyu replied calmly, “I know. Don’t worry about the money—just focus on maintaining the right connections. Don’t cut corners with the budget. Spend what needs to be spent.”

Hearing this, Yu Zhan felt a wave of relief. “Understood. I’ll handle it.”

Cheng Yanyu nodded.

Just then, a notification chimed from his phone.

It was from his pinned contact.

Li Man: “I have a headache. Don’t feel like driving. Can you pick me up?”

Cheng Yanyu replied immediately:

“Okay. I’ll meet you at your studio.”

Li Man: “Mm.”

He closed his laptop, grabbed his phone, and glanced at Yu Zhan.

Yu Zhan saw the contact name on the screen and quickly understood. He gave a small nod and said, “President Cheng, I’ll take my leave then.”

“Alright.”

Yu Zhan left the sleek yet cold house. The minimalist design, void of any warm tones, felt like an icebox—uncomfortable and distant.

Once alone, Cheng Yanyu headed out and drove to Mengbai Jewelry.

He didn’t go inside, simply parked and waited at the entrance.

Before long, Li Man stepped out, dressed in a professional suit. She locked the door behind her and got into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt while rubbing her temples.

Cheng Yanyu glanced at her and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Li Man kept her eyes closed. “Two employees quit recently. Now they want me to compensate them—I just paid them off.”

“Why did you fire them?”

Li Man opened her eyes and looked at him briefly. The car moved smoothly through the city streets. She didn’t answer his question.

When he realized she wasn’t going to explain, Cheng Yanyu looked at her again. She ignored him, fiddling with her nails instead.

She changed the subject. “Has the result for the comic convention bid come out yet?”

Cheng Yanyu gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. “Not yet—it’s still in progress.”

“There are a lot of companies competing this time. You need to work hard, little brother.”

He stared at the neon lights flashing by the window and simply responded, “Alright.”

And just like that—

That one viral video brought Yunchi Design over 20 new client inquiries.

The video gained over 1 million views, 90,000 likes and saves, 4,000 comments, and hundreds of private messages.

In the end, these online interactions turned into 20 serious client meetings. Out of those, 12 signed contracts.

For Yunchi, this was already a huge win.

An unexpected bonus—

Many clients were drawn in by the design of Xu Xu’s house shown in the video, assuming Wen Yang was the designer.

When they found out it was actually Yu Qing behind the designs—and that she had an impressive portfolio from her early days—the clients were even more eager to sign.

With both design and renovation handled by Yunchi, the contracts rolled in smoothly.

And Wen Yang also received three clients. Although they hadn’t seen any of her work, they were willing to give it a try, trusting her sense of aesthetics. During this time, Yu Qing suggested that Wen Yang show the clients the finished design pictures of Fu Xingzhou’s place.

But Wen Yang didn’t. For some reason, she preferred to wait until the renovations were done.

Once the twelve clients had signed their contracts, the five people in the studio finally had a break. Two of them were new colleagues who had just been hired.

That evening, Yu Qing booked a private room to celebrate. The room had everything — they could play cards, sing karaoke, and have dinner.

The five of them first had dinner, then moved on to singing.

They also ordered some drinks — mostly fruit wine.

Wen Yang sat on the sofa, playing dice with Yu Qing. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side, and after drinking quite a bit of fruit wine, she felt a little dizzy. She got up and went outside to get some fresh air.

The restaurant hallway was quiet. Wen Yang was wearing a long black dress paired with a light, thin coat. She took a few steps to the entrance and looked up, spotting the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Her phone rang.

She glanced at the screen — Fu Xingzhou.

Wen Yang was stunned for a moment before answering the call. “President Fu.”

Fu Xingzhou’s cool and steady voice came through. “Where are you?”

Wen Yang paused, instinctively answering, “Out for dinner.”

“Are you done eating?”

“Yes.”

Another instinctive response.

Fu Xingzhou nodded. “I’ll come pick you up.”

Wen Yang blinked and replied without thinking, “Okay.”

After hanging up, she froze for a moment. How did she just agree so easily?

Leaning against a pillar in the restaurant, perhaps because of the alcohol, her thoughts felt slow. She looked up at the moon and wondered:

How did President Fu know where she was?

What she didn’t realize was that she had just posted a story on her social media before dinner — with the location tagged.

About ten minutes later, a black sedan pulled up outside the restaurant. The back door opened, and Fu Xingzhou stepped out, dressed in a sharp suit, casually adjusting his cufflinks as he walked toward her.

Wen Yang looked up at him.

Fu Xingzhou glanced down at her and asked softly, “Did you drink?”

Still leaning against the pillar, Wen Yang nodded. “Yeah, a little.”

The alcohol made her seem softer than usual. She asked in a gentle voice, “President Fu, you’re in Nancheng? When did you get here?”

Fu Xingzhou met her gaze. “Just arrived.”

“Then how did you know I was here?”

“Your social media.”

Wen Yang suddenly realized — oh, right — she did post her location earlier.

At that moment, Jiang Yue, Fu Xingzhou’s assistant, came running over after parking the car. Fu Xingzhou turned to him and said, “Go to the private room, settle the bill, and make sure everyone gets home safely.”

Then, he looked back at Wen Yang. “Let’s go. Do you need to grab anything from the room?”

Wen Yang nodded.

But the moment she straightened up, a wave of dizziness hit her.

Fu Xingzhou didn’t let her move. He turned to Jiang Yue again. “Get her bag.”

Jiang Yue quickly responded and went inside. A few minutes later, he returned with Wen Yang’s small handbag.

Yu Qing and Tao Li, along with the others, peeked out from the private room and saw Jiang Yue. Their eyes naturally followed him — and then they spotted the tall, elegant man standing outside.

In a suit, with sharp, striking features — Fu Xingzhou was undeniably attractive.

Taking the bag from Jiang Yue, Fu Xingzhou asked Wen Yang, “Do you want me to carry you?”

Wen Yang looked up, her gaze meeting his dark, ink-like eyes. She softly shook her head. “I can walk.”

Fu Xingzhou didn’t push it. Holding her bag, he waited.

Wen Yang steadied herself and slowly walked down the steps beside him. As they reached the car, her hair brushed against his shoulder in the breeze.

But instead of getting into the car, she glanced at the sky and murmured, “I want to take a walk.”

Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow, then calmly shut the car door. “Okay.”

There was a small park next to the restaurant — cozy but well-maintained, with a few streetlights casting a soft glow. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as Wen Yang strolled into the park, and Fu Xingzhou quietly accompanied her.

In the distance, a small fountain bubbled, and a few people — men and women — sat smoking nearby.

Wen Yang stepped onto the stone edge of a flower bed.

Even standing on it, she was only about the same height as Fu Xingzhou.

He looked up at her. “Can you walk?”

She blinked at him. “I can.”

The corners of Fu Xingzhou’s lips lifted slightly. He extended his hand to her. “Hold on — in case you fall.”

His shirt sleeve was rolled up a bit, revealing a glimpse of his wrist. A sleek watch rested on his arm, and faint veins trailed across his skin — subtle, yet undeniably elegant.

Wen Yang hesitated for a few seconds before lightly placing her hand on his arm — though only on the fabric of his sleeve, keeping a layer between them.

Her ears felt a little warm.

She started walking forward.

Fu Xingzhou kept his hand there, moving with her at an unhurried pace.

They walked around the flower bed once, then again, until they reached a long, straight path that eventually came to a dead end.

Wen Yang stopped and slowly let go of his arm, turning to face him.

Fu Xingzhou gazed at her, waiting.

The distance between them was small, and for a moment, it felt like Wen Yang was a fraction taller than him.

He spoke softly. “Tired?”

Wen Yang didn’t answer right away. She stared at him — a long, silent moment passing between them.

His eyes darkened ever so slightly as their gazes met.

Finally, she broke the silence. “President Fu.”

“Hmm?”

His response was quiet.

Wen Yang sighed softly. “I don’t think I can give you 100% of my feelings.”

As she spoke, a wave of dizziness hit her again. Instinctively, she crouched down, hugging her knees. “Ever since my divorce, I realized I can’t love someone wholeheartedly like I did when I was a college student. I’m so rational now. I think about gains and losses. I’ve built walls around myself.”

Fu Xingzhou looked down at the woman crouched beside the flower bed.

Her long dress pooled against the stone, her hair soft and wavy, her chin resting on her knees. She looked fragile and a little lost — her words sounding more like a quiet confession to herself than something meant for him.

A hint of tipsiness mixed into her voice, making her seem both delicate and beautiful.

She lowered her voice even more. “So, President Fu… this isn’t fair to you.”

She felt guilty that she couldn’t love with all her heart. Her last marriage had left her shattered, her emotions scattered. How could she possibly promise anything to someone new?

After she finished speaking, the world seemed to fall into silence.

She hugged her knees tighter, the alcohol making her head heavy — almost lulling her into sleep right there.

But then—

Fu Xingzhou moved.

He bent down, slid an arm under her legs, and lifted her into his arms.

Wen Yang blinked in surprise, her eyes meeting the sharp line of his jaw.

As he carried her out of the park, his voice was calm and steady.

“There’s no such thing as 100% fairness in this world.”

“I’m not so fragile that I’m scared of what you can or can’t give me.”

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