"Ding-dong," the doorbell rang, interrupting Wen Qiao just as she was about to ask, "Do you still like Wen Shu now?"
Fu Jinghen looked up at her, "What did you say?"
So words, once interrupted, beco too difficult to utter again. Wen Qiao shook her head, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you’re hungry now. You go answer the door first."
Fu Jinghen, not suspecting anything amiss, gently held Wen Qiao’s ankle and placed her leg on the couch before getting up to head toward the door.
He only opened the door after checking through the peephole to see who it was.
"What do you want?"
Lin Ruochun craned her neck to look past Fu Jinghen into the room, "How’s Wen Qiao doing? Can she still walk? Is her leg crippled?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Jinghen tapped her on the head.
Qin Xiang, who had been leaning on the door fra, stood up straight and glowered at Fu Jinghen, "Old Fu, why are you still hitting people?"
Fu Jinghen didn’t even glance at Qin Xiang, completely dismissing his words as nonsense. He told Lin Ruochun, "Speak properly."
"Got it, got it, you superstitious old man," Lin Ruochun muttered, pulling at Fu Jinghen, "I’ll go in and see for myself."
Fu Jinghen stepped aside to let her in, but he stopped Qin Xiang, who was also planning to follow inside.
"Old Fu, what are you doing blocking ? Won’t let in?"
Fu Jinghen grunted in response, leaving Qin Xiang outside with a terse "It’s inconvenient," then closed the door on him, ignoring whatever commotion he made outside.
Wen Qiao, hearing the noise, looked over, "Why did you leave Qin Laoer outside?"
Lin Ruochun concurred, "Yeah, why did you leave Qin Xiang outside?"
Fu Jinghen’s voice was slightly cold, "Do you want to put on a free bathrobe show for soone?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
Embarassed.
She had forgotten she was still wearing a bathrobe.
Fu Jinghen then looked at Lin Ruochun, "Either you go out and keep him company or you leave him out there. Choose for yourself."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the bedroom.
Lin Ruochun, without a mont of hesitation, "I think Brother Jinghen, your decision to keep him out is just brilliant."
Saying so, she even gave a thumbs-up to Fu Jinghen’s retreating back.
Lin Ruochun poked Wen Qiao frantically with her finger, excitedly saying, "Did you see that? The damn possessiveness of a man."
Wen Qiao "Oh"ed nonchalantly, clearly unimpressed, "You said it, it’s damn."
Lin Ruochun: "..."
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Fu Jinghen walked into the bedroom and adeptly picked out clothes for Wen Qiao from the closet before coming back out and handing them to her, "Put these on, I’m taking you out for dinner."
Lin Ruochun imdiately raised her hand, "Count in! I’m coming for the free al!"
Wen Qiao was getting up with the clothes in hand when she heard this and glanced down at her, "What? Qin Xiang isn’t feeding you enough? Do you have to disturb our alone ti?"
Wen Qiao swore her words were innocently ant and her tone truly innocent, but Lin Ruochun’s cheeks suddenly flushed red as her thoughts uncontrollably plunged into the Mariana Trench.
"W-what... I an... he..." Lin Ruochun stuttered incoherently until frustration got the better of her, and she pushed Wen Qiao’s waist irritably, "You’re so crude when you talk."
Wen Qiao: "?"
"I speak crudely?" She looked up at Fu Jinghen, pointing to herself with puzzled fingers and an innocent gaze, "She’s slandering !"
"....."
Fu Jinghen waved his hand indifferently, "Alright, hurry up and change your clothes."
Wen Qiao automatically interpreted his gesture to an—
"Hurry up and change, stop dawdling. Isn’t it enough that you keep causing concern day in and day out?"
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