Her wrist was grabbed from behind, and a familiar male voice sounded next to her ear. Wen Qiao turned around to see the man who had just been in the private room now standing beside her.
"Yo." Beneath her mask, Wen Qiao’s lips curled into a an smile. "Done flirting with your childhood sweetheart?"
"Speak properly."
"...."
Wen Qiao glared at him, instantly enveloped by a sense of "grievance": "I don’t want to talk to you!"
"Then what do you want to do?" Fu Jinghen looked down at her. "Want to call off the engagent?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
Fu Jinghen: "Don’t even think about it."
Wen Qiao: "..."
What was with this sudden domineering CEO attitude?
Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao’s hand and led her outside.
Wen Qiao struggled: "Damn it, Fu Jinghen, let go of . This place is crowded, and I don’t want to see ’Hot young star and FS CEO’s romance exposed’ on tomorrow’s Weibo trending headlines."
His voice was calm and steady: "First, the term ’hot’ currently has nothing to do with you, second, if exposed, it would be about marriage, not romance, and third, if you keep yelling—"
Fu Jinghen stopped walking and turned to look at her: "I’ll just carry you out."
Wen Qiao was shocked: "What kind of evil spirit has possessed you today? Why are you talking so much?"
Fu Jinghen: "...."
He knew he couldn’t communicate with Wen Qiao with normal human logic.
-
Not long after Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen left, Gu Yi also prepared to leave.
As he passed by Jiang Wei, he chuckled and spoke more straightforwardly: "I’m really glad I didn’t choose Miss Jiang as our spokesperson from the start."
Jiang Wei’s face turned even paler.
Gu Yi looked at Blanche, who stood still. "Aren’t you leaving?"
Blanche, sowhat confused, glanced at Jiang Wei beside her with an ugly expression, thought for a mont, and then said "Goodbye," before catching up with Gu Yi’s pace.
-
Until she returned ho, Wen Qiao hadn’t spoken a single word to Fu Jinghen.
Watching her storm into the house, flinging her shoes off and stomping inside without even putting on slippers, Fu Jinghen felt a headache coming on.
He bent down to straighten Wen Qiao’s haphazardly removed shoes, then picked up her bright yellow slippers and went upstairs.
The young woman was sitting in front of the dressing table, removing her makeup. The makeup remover sared her eyeliner, darkening the area around her eyes, making her look like a national treasure panda.
Fu Jinghen placed the slippers at her feet: "Wear the slippers."
Wen Qiao kicked the slippers away: "No!"
"Tsk—"
Wen Qiao then stretched out her leg, hooked the slippers back, and firmly put them on her feet. "Fine, I’ll wear them. What’s with the tsk?"
Fu Jinghen: "...."
After Wen Qiao finished removing her makeup, Fu Jinghen was still standing behind her, not leaving.
Wen Qiao got up, pretending not to see Fu Jinghen at all, but just after taking a step, her wrist was grabbed again.
Where did he learn this annoying habit of always grabbing people’s wrists?
"The termination contract with Jiang Wei has already been sent over."
Wen Qiao’s struggling ceased abruptly, she blinked, and after two or three seconds, asked, "Isn’t this kind of inappropriate?"
Gu Yi raised his eyebrows: "How so?"
"Everyone just assus Jiang Wei is Huasong’s top sister, and you terminated her contract just because of , isn’t that kinda bad—"
Her last word dragged on in tone, but her face showed nothing of feeling "kinda bad."
"You’ve got your advantage, no need to play innocent now."
"!"
Wen Qiao felt like hitting him again.
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