"Alright, after we eat, I’ll take you to the ear doctor."
Wen Qiao was stunned. "Why?"
Fu Jinghen pinched her fingertip just as she had done earlier, speaking casually, "I think you might have a hearing problem. We should get it checked out early if there’s an issue."
"....."
The car stopped, and the sound of the car door opening in front could be heard. Wen Qiao’s hand, which had been played with the entire ride, was released, and the man beside her also got up and got out of the car.
He rested his hand on the roof of the car and looked down at her. "Aren’t you getting out?"
Only then did Wen Qiao realize what Fu Jinghen ant by his words just now. She glared at him fiercely, crawled out of the car, and without hesitation, she raised her foot and stepped on his shiny black leather shoes.
"If there’s going to be a problem, it would be with your hearing first." Wen Qiao withdrew her foot and seeing a very clear footprint on Fu Jinghen’s previously immaculate shoes felt extrely satisfying. Her lips t briefly in a triumphant smack as she countered, "After all, you are several years older than ."
The pitch of her voice rose on the last "," and in tandem, her chin lifted defiantly.
Fu Jinghen thought that Wen Qiao’s current deanor closely resembled that of a pompous ragdoll cat, strutting forward with a tail held high and an air of looking down on the masses.
Watching Wen Qiao’s proud little display, Fu Jinghen chuckled indistinctly, took her hand and nudged her to the side, closing the car door with his other hand and leading her forward.
Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun weren’t about to wait around and watch their continued lovey-dovey act; they got out of the car and headed quickly forward.
Qin Xiang had heard what Wen Qiao said in the car, the words that bordered on complinting his capability. Suddenly, he asked Lin Ruochun, "What if I really go bankrupt one day?"
"What else can you do?" Lin Ruochun replied, eting Qin Xiang’s hopeful gaze with what he deed the most brutal response, "Just make sure you don’t say you know when that ti cos. I won’t help you pay off your debts, don’t get any ideas."
Qin Xiang: "....."
"Hey, it’s not like that. Haven’t I watched over you since you were little, and every ti you were wronged, wasn’t it who helped you get even? Aren’t we siblings who share both the bad tis and the good?"
"Sharing the good, maybe, but sharing the bad, forget it. I can’t take the hardship, and you know this."
Lin Ruochun rolled her eyes: "Besides, who says we’re siblings? I’m an only child; my parents only have , their precious darling."
Qin Xiang covered his chest with a pained expression, his voice choked up a bit, "Where did that little Ah Chun from my childhood go, the one who used to follow around and call ’Brother Qin Xiang’? I really miss her."
Reminded by Qin Xiang of that nickna, Lin Ruochun’s face heated up. Pretending to be annoyed, she pushed away his hand that was theatrically covering his chest, "Alright then, if there ever cos such a day, I’ll rember to give you a stead bun."
"......" Qin Xiang covered his chest again. "I still miss that little Ah Chun who used to call ’Brother Qin Xiang’ with her sweet voice and would kiss ."
Lin Ruochun’s face was really red this ti, and she faced Qin Xiang with a stern look, "Have you said enough?"
Seeing Lin Ruochun’s blush, the mischief in Qin Xiang surged. He hooked his arm around her neck and teased, "Co to think of it, it’s been a long ti since you’ve called that. How about saying it one more ti? I’ll buy you ice cream."
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