Fu Jinghen saw Wen Qiao almost raising three fingers to the sky, as if to swear an oath, and couldn’t help but chuckle. He nodded and turned to leave the room.
By the ti Wen Qiao finished washing up and went downstairs, Fu Jinghen was already seated at the dining table.
His white shirt fit him perfectly, his hair was ticulously combed, and he sat with his legs crossed, scrolling through sothing on his iPad with an indifferent expression. He exuded an air of detachnt— the epito of a chaste noble gentleman.
Wen Qiao stood at the top of the stairs, eyeing the man and letting out a small sigh of admiration before shuffling down the stairs in her slippers.
"Lift your feet when you walk."
Wen Qiao stopped in her tracks and looked up, only to see Fu Jinghen still engrossed in his iPad, his head not moving an inch.
"..."
Damn it!
Wen Qiao raised her hands in mid-air, clenched them together as if she was tearing Fu Jinghen into pieces, then threw him rcilessly into an imaginary trash can.
Then, the instant Fu Jinghen looked her way, she imdiately pulled back her expression and actions, casually walking toward the dining table as if nothing had happened.
"President Fu, good morning," Wen Qiao greeted him and took a sip of the milk in front of her.
Only then did Fu Jinghen shift his precious gaze from the iPad, "It’s not early anymore."
...
I was just saying hi, why do you have to be so fussy?
Wen Qiao pursed her lips in pride, turned her face away, and stopped looking at Fu Jinghen to avoid spoiling her mood for breakfast.
Noticing the little suitcase standing next to the living room couch, she turned her head back, "Are you leaving on a business trip?"
"Yes," Fu Jinghen succinctly reported his itinerary, "I’m going to Lin City for two days."
"Ah..."
Supporting her cheek with one hand and poking at the egg on her plate with a fork, Wen Qiao looked dejected, "I just got back and now you’re leaving. When will we pitiful lovebirds be spared the agony of separation?"
...
Fu Jinghen gave her a deep look, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up from the chair.
"I’m leaving now. Be good these next few days at ho."
Fu Jinghen grabbed his suit jacket from the couch, put it on, picked up his suitcase, and as he reached the door, he paused, "Wen Qiao."
Wen Qiao looked up from her plate, "Hmm?"
After a mont of silence, Fu Jinghen said, "I’ll try to co back early."
"Sure thing."
With a "click," the door closed.
Wen Qiao’s face brightened up, a cheerful tune involuntarily bubbling from her throat.
Actually, whether he ca back early or not didn’t really matter to her.
Without Fu Jinghen, she felt nothing.
Wen Qiao stuffed an entire fried egg into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like those of a little hamster. She picked up her phone and sent a ssage to Jiang Yao.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Co out, we’re going for a SPA this afternoon! Fu Jinghen’s treat!]
[Sister Yao: On my way!]
Wen Qiao put down her phone, satisfied, and continued to enjoy her ordinary breakfast.
What could be more delightful than splurging with soone else’s card?
Nothing.
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Feng Li sat in the passenger seat, and as soon as Fu Jinghen got in, he began to brief him on the situation.
"Last month, the general manager of the Lincheng Branch replaced the contractor with a relative from his own family, leading to issues such as cutting corners and exploiting workers. The worker who fell from the building has been sent to the hospital for treatnt."
After hearing Feng Li’s report, Fu Jinghen’s brows furrowed fiercely, "Fire him."
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