Fu Jinghen heard Wen Qiao say that, and the tension that had inexplicably tightened in his heart just then inexplicably relaxed. He asked as if casually, "Did you see each other?"
Even though Fu Jinghen was good at hiding his feelings, Wen Qiao still caught a trace of nervousness in his eyes.
What?
Another person afraid that she would do sothing to Wen Shu?
Truly, like uncle, like nephew—they all worried about the sa person, and even those they feared might harm the ones they were concerned about were the sa.
Wen Qiao suddenly grew irritated, suppressing her impatience, "Do you think the set is as big as the Imperial Palace or the Great Wall? How could we not run into each other unless I’m blind?"
Fu Jinghen uttered an "Mhm" before asking, "And then?"
?
And then what?
And then your mom.
"You want to ask what I did after seeing them?" Wen Qiao put down her chopsticks and looked unwaveringly at the Fu Jinghen on the screen, her voice unconsciously growing colder, "I beat up the woman you like on the ground because I was jealous. Happy now?"
Fu Jinghen frowned, "What did you say?"
"What did I say, are you deaf or what, I don’t want to repeat myself. If you didn’t hear clearly, go find the replay."
After lashing out in a flurry of words, Wen Qiao hung up the phone.
The room went back to being quiet, and Wen Qiao, looking at the appetizing al in front of her, lost her appetite. She covered the dishes and sent a ssage to Lin Ruochun—
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I’m going to sleep for a while, co wake up at three.]
[Ah Chun: Why, can’t you set an alarm? Why do you need to co wake you up?]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I lost my phone.]
[Ah Chun: ???]
[Ah Chun: Then who is sending ssages now?]
Wen Qiao didn’t reply to Lin Ruochun’s ssage. After hanging up on Fu Jinghen’s call again, she muted her phone, flipped over on her bed, rolled up until the blanket completely enveloped her, and then closed her eyes to sleep.
Damn n.
All go to hell.
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Fu Jinghen, hearing the chanical voice on the other end of the line saying "I’m sorry, the user you have dialed is currently unavailable, please try again later," his expression grew extrely dark.
His mind replayed Wen Qiao’s words "I beat up the woman you like on the ground because I was jealous. Happy now?" over and over.
What was he happy about?
Was he happy that she beat soone up or that she was jealous because Qi Ming was too good to Wen Shu?
The door of the office was knocked, and Fu Jinghen spoke in a deep voice, "Co in."
Feng Li, carrying a stack of docunts in need of Fu Jinghen’s signature, stepped in and instantly sensed that sothing was off in the office atmosphere.
After seeing Fu Jinghen’s not so sunny face, his heart skipped a beat.
How could President Fu’s mood have taken such a dive in just an hour?
Feng Li placed the docunts on the table, glanced at Fu Jinghen in a hurry, and quickly said, "President Fu, these are the docunts that require your signature. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out now."
Fu Jinghen lifted his gaze to look at him, "Why, is your mouth on loan and you’re in a rush to return it?"
Feng Li instantly broke out in a cold sweat, "No, not at all."
"Get out."
"Alright."
As Feng Li reached the door, Fu Jinghen suddenly called out to him again.
Feng Li imdiately stood straight, "President Fu, do you have any further instructions?"
Fu Jinghen’s fingertips tapped on the desk, making a "tap tap" sound. He pondered for a while, then said, "Did Wen Qiao’s agent say anything to you today?"
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