Fu Jinghen thought for a mont. He did indeed receive such a WeChat ssage a month ago, but he was busy working at the ti, glanced at it, and set it aside.
He said indifferently, "I forgot."
Cheng Jue felt even more aggrieved upon hearing this, but soon he perked up, "Brother Fu, I heard you got engaged? Who’s the sister-in-law? When will you take to et her? Sooner rather than later, how about now?"
"Her flight to Hang City was at nine-thirty, so unless sothing unusual happened, she’s still flying in the sky. If you insist on eting her now, I won’t stop you," Fu Jinghen picked up his wine glass and took a sip. His voice, softened by the alcohol, sounded slightly clearer, "However, my abilities are limited. I can’t send you up to the sky. You’ll have to figure that out yourself."
".....Actually, it’s not that urgent. Let’s reschedule."
Cheng Jue smacked his lips. After several years, his Brother Fu was still the sa—
Eloquent.
"Hey, Brother Fu, I have to tell you, I t my True Destiny Girl recently." Cheng Jue shared his experiences with Fu Jinghen as if he were revealing a treasure, his excited flailing attracting the attention of others sitting on the couch.
"Wow, hasn’t Young Master Cheng been back in the country for only a short ti and he’s already had a romantic encounter?"
"True Destiny Girl? What about that Brazilian model who appeared in your Monts before?"
"And the Western movie star before her?"
"Hahaha, counting like this, Young Master Cheng could form a team with all his girlfriends."
"Get lost." Cheng Jue picked up an orange from the table and threw it at the man, ignoring their teasing, and kept chatting with Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen listened quietly, and during this, pulled out his phone to send a ssage to Wen Qiao—
[Fu Jinghen: ssage when you get off the plane.]
After a pause, he sent another—
[Fu Jinghen: Let know when you get to the hotel.]
Seeing this, Cheng Jue looked surprised and kept clicking his tongue. After Fu Jinghen sent the ssages, he glared at him, "Clicking your tongue for what? Think your tongue is redundant?"
Cheng Jue imdiately covered his mouth, his face changing from surprise to fear, his eyes frantically blinking at Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen scoffed and said, "Go on, tell about you and your twenty-eighth True Destiny Girl."
The surrounding people burst into laughter again.
Cheng Jue darkened his face, "What twenty-eighth! I’m serious this ti! I really t my True—"
He seed to feel that the term "True Destiny Girl" was ridiculed too many tis and changed his words mid-sentence, "I t a woman who truly moved my heart."
"Listen to him farting," Qin Xiang ca over from the card table and sat down next to Fu Jinghen, "Just you whistling at soone else’s car on the main road and challenging them, do you think that matches the serious talk? Go on."
Cheng Jue glanced at Fu Jinghen nervously, fearing he would scold him, then glared fiercely at Qin Xiang.
Hearing this, Fu Jinghen, who had been lounging on the couch, straightened up slightly and looked at Cheng Jue, asking calmly, "When did this happen?"
"Just the other day." Qin Xiang thought for a mont, "The day before you ca back from your business trip to Lin City."
He rembered this timing very clearly because that day Cheng Jue specifically called him to share this "good news." However, what was more important was that day he went to pick up a perfu for Lin Ruochun and sent her a photo, which finally ended their week-long cold war.
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