"Drugging you wasn't my original intention, and this is all the help I can offer. Let's not et in the world again!"
After saying that, Wen Qiao quickly ran back to the window, tied up the cumberso hem of her dress around her waist, and started to climb down with brisk movents.
Once on the ground, Wen Qiao was at a loss.
She had never been to the Fu Family's estate before and had no recollection of it.
After walking around the garden, Wen Qiao finally found a door behind the glasshouse.
Such a massive estate, yet so few doors.
Wealthy people really know how to play.
Wen Qiao muttered to herself as she searched for a place to change her clothes within the vast estate.
Her dress had gotten slightly damaged while climbing down, and with the marks Qi Ming had left on her neck, it was decidedly unsuitable to attend the upcoming engagent party wearing this strapless gown.
A door was ajar ahead, and Wen Qiao guessed there might be soone inside whom she could ask about a changing room. She adjusted her hair to cover her neck, ready to knock on the door, but accidentally stepped on the hem of her dress. She slipped and tumbled inside, with one of her high heels flying off in the process.
"Ow!"
Wen Qiao felt as if half her soul had been knocked out of her by the fall.
Wincing, she pushed herself up off the floor, and the first thing she saw was eight neatly arranged abdominal muscles.
Wen Qiao instinctively swallowed, suddenly feeling as if her back wasn't that sore anymore.
Looking up, she saw a handso face that could turn the world upside down.
The man's features were refined and otherworldly, as if carved by divine craftsmanship, with unfathomable eyes shimring with confusion, as if he hadn't expected her to appear so abruptly. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, his lips tightly sealed. From Wen Qiao's angle, she could see his distinct jawline.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a masterpiece of Nuwa's showing off.
Seriously! So! Handso!
If only she could ignore the fact that he was holding the high heel she'd flung away, the scene would have been even more pleasing to the eye.
But no matter, these small imperfections couldn't detract from the overall effect.
"...."
It was just that the situation was a bit awkward. Wen Qiao was about to say sothing to break the ice when a frantic male voice ca from the doorway.
"President Fu! There's been a huge problem, Miss Wen has knocked out Young Master Qi Ming and lured him to the second-floor guest room, you're about to be cuckolded... Eh, Miss Wen? Why are you here?"
Wen Qiao: "?"
President Fu?
Fu Jinghen?
Damn fine job.
Not only had she made a fool of herself in front of her newfound fiancé by falling flat, but before she could pick herself up, a bespectacled man had ratted her out.
With a stiff turn of her neck, Wen Qiao looked towards the man at the doorway wearing rimless glasses, puffing and panting, leaning on the fra as if he had run over.
She put on a very friendly smile: "Where else should I be? In the second-floor guest room?"
"No, that's not..."
Before the bespectacled man could explain, Wen Qiao raised her hand to cut him off. Not expecting the two n in the room to help her up, she pressed her palm to the floor and stood up on her own, reaching out a hand to Fu Jinghen: "President Fu, sorry for the inconvenience, could you please return my high heel to ?"
With a "slap", Fu Jinghen let go of the high heel in his hand, and afterwards, he even pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, as if he had touched sothing dirty.
The disgust was palpable.
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