"But he’s my fiancé, and I don’t feel ashad at all to ask for his help. In the end, the endorsent landed in my pocket, and all you got was to watch with envy."
Wen Qiao put away the mockery on her face, looking a lot calr, but her light tone was more like sarcasm, "As for what you said about stealing from you, that’s just not valid. Whether it’s Fu Jinghen or the ES endorsent, which one was clearly marked with Jiang Wei’s na? What’s more, if I really wanted to compete with you for sothing, do you think with my ambition—"
"These, not nearly enough."
"So, don’t keep trying to flatter yourself. I never considered you my competition."
She saw Jiang Wei’s lips move, and cut her off before she could speak, "Are you about to say that I will eventually fall?"
"...."
"Then I’d advise you to keep your eyes peeled to see if that day ever cos."
Wen Qiao’s smile diminished a bit, "But before that, it seems you’ve already taken a tumble."
Having said that, she didn’t wait to see Jiang Wei’s reaction, straightening her back and walking toward the elevator.
Miaomiao.
She hadn’t intended to rub salt into her wounds, but she brought it on herself.
Why can’t people learn when to quit while they’re ahead?
While thinking this, a shadow lood overhead, and Wen Qiao instinctively looked up.
"Why have you co down?"
Fu Jinghen took the bag from her hand very naturally, "Is it not good for to co and pick you up personally?"
"Is that so?" Wen Qiao scrutinized him with a probing gaze, "You’re not trying to butter up after doing sothing guilty, are you?"
Fu Jinghen laughed as if he had heard a joke, "What guilty thing could I possibly do?"
Tsk.
This man.
Why must he always wait for things to go south before he sees sense?
Wen Qiao tilted her chin up, pointing behind her, "Like secretly eting other won behind my back, perhaps?"
"...."
The timing was perfect; Fu Jinghen knew that Wen Qiao must have run into Jiang Wei. When he spoke with Jiang Wei, the office door was wide open; his actions were upright, so he had no reason to feel guilty.
He planned to tell Wen Qiao straight away if Jiang Wei asked her about it, but now, as the words reached his lips, they suddenly took a turn, "Indeed, I did."
?
Wen Qiao clenched her fist and swung it.
"Are you asking because you’re jealous?"
Wen Qiao’s swinging fist paused.
Jealous?
What’s that?
It doesn’t exist, okay.
But based on her current persona, it seed wrong not to be jealous.
"Yes, I am jealous!" Wen Qiao retorted righteously, "Can’t I be jealous?"
Fu Jinghen laughed and took her hand, leading her into the elevator.
"You can, sure, be as jealous as you want. It’s all yours."
Wen Qiao huffed, then noticed that Fu Jinghen had pressed the button for the basent level, looking at him quizzically, "Are you off work already?"
"I make my own hours."
"...."
Talk about showing off.
Such an arrogant attitude.
It must be really sothing to be the boss.
The two of them jesting, they left the elevator, and Fu Jinghen’s car was parked in the most conspicuous spot right next to it.
Oh, right.
The tens of millions of dollars worth of car parked in his private spot was quite eye-catching too.
And that matching series of license plates, even more so.
Wen Qiao couldn’t help but exclaim, "It must be nice to be rich."
"....."
Fu Jinghen opened the car door, pushing Wen Qiao’s head down to shove her inside, "Buckle up."
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