It’s important to know that Qin Feimo is a VIP mber. Any mistake would be more than they could afford.
Without a room card, a phone, or even knowing Qin Feimo’s phone number, Feng Jinglei could only walk to the hotel’s reception lounge, sit on a sofa, and decide to wait for him to return.
Turning her head, she looked out at the gradually darkening sky, Feng Jinglei’s expression was calm.
After a nap, her sneezing had stopped, but her head still felt a bit heavy.
Checking the ti again, it was already past four o’clock; Qin Feimo could co back at any ti, but all she could do was wait.
Gazing at the gradually darkening sky, as ti ticked by, a silhouette suddenly approached and sat on the single sofa beside her.
Returning to her senses, Feng Jinglei furrowed her brows, thinking it was just another guest resting there, until she turned her head and saw a familiar face.
She was montarily stunned, unexpectedly frozen in place.
Fu Chenghao, however, rested his chin on his hand with interest, tilting his head to gaze at her with a subtle, seductive curve on his lips.
But in the next second, when he caught sight of the clear scar on her face, his expression slightly froze; the scar was glaring, pulling at one’s heartstrings.
Yet quickly, Fu Chenghao regained his composure, looking at Feng Jinglei with a smile, "It really is you."
Facing Fu Chenghao, whom she had only t once and thinking about his gamble with Qin Feimo, Feng Jinglei didn’t have much fondness for him, and after giving him a glance, she looked away.
"You don’t rember ?"
Seeing her ignore him, Fu Chenghao, who had been leisurely sitting, suddenly straightened up, leaned slightly forward, and stared at Feng Jinglei asking.
He seed very concerned that she apparently didn’t rember him.
Hearing his surprised tone, Feng Jinglei couldn’t help but turn her head back, replying softly, "I rember."
Fu Chenghao stared at her for a few seconds, then curled his lips into a shallow arc, seemingly nonchalant but inherently mysterious, "Then why pretend not to know?"
Feng Jinglei was expressionless, staring at him, "I’m not familiar with Mr. Fu, so there’s no need to greet."
"Who said we’re not familiar?" Fu Chenghao raised an eyebrow, "Just a little bit more, and you would’ve been my woman, isn’t that familiar?"
Hearing these words, Feng Jinglei couldn’t help but pause, staring sowhat dazedly at Fu Chenghao.
Was he referring to that gamble between her and Qin Feimo?
Just a little bit more...
Does that an Qin Feimo won in the end?
"You..." Fu Chenghao thought for a while before finally rembering her full na, "Feng Jinglei, are you and Qin Feimo a couple or not?"
Fu Chenghao’s voice, which sounded again, pulled back Feng Jinglei’s drifting thoughts. She looked up at him, unsure how to respond to his question.
"Is it so difficult to answer?" Fu Chenghao frowned, his clear eyes seed to want to see through her.
"It’s not difficult to answer, just that, there’s no need to."
Fu Chenghao was montarily stunned, then couldn’t help but grin.
"Because, you’re not Qin Feimo’s woman?"
She suddenly looked up, staring at him, after a few seconds and then spoke, "Mr. Fu seems particularly interested in my affairs."
"Yes, because I want to know, in the heart of soone who could easily bet you away, exactly what kind of position you hold." Fu Chenghao said with a smile.
Feng Jinglei’s heart slightly moved, but her expression remained unchanged.
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