"You! I’m not wasting words with you, it doesn’t matter what you say anyway!" Qi Ming’s eyes widened before he turned his head, "Little uncle, what do you think of my proposal?"
Since Qi Ming had ntioned Wen Shu’s na, Fu Jinghen had been watching Wen Qiao. Seeing her with no particular reaction, contentedly eating her curry chicken rice, he felt very pleased.
After all, it’s just a the song. As long as it’s sung well, it doesn’t matter who sings it.
Qi Ming also liked Wen Shu, and it was no trouble for him to play matchmaker.
Besides, if Qi Ming really ended up with Wen Shu, Wen Qiao could completely give up on him.
After placing a peeled shrimp into Wen Qiao’s bowl, he responded to Qi Ming, "Okay."
Wen Shu imdiately switched to a surprised expression and raised her glass, "Thank you, President Fu, for your trust. I’ll toast to you with water in place of wine."
"No need." Fu Jinghen seed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
A light "snap" sound followed by a slightly cold female voice at his ear, "I don’t like shrimp."
Fu Jinghen looked at the shrimp he had just peeled and placed in Wen Qiao’s bowl—barely a second had passed before she threw it back—
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He looked again at Wen Qiao. The young girl’s head was bowed, her hair tied into a low ponytail at the back, with stray strands falling along her cheeks. She impatiently brushed them aside with her hand and continued to eat her al.
From his angle, he could only see her puffed cheeks, resembling a little hamster, nothing else.
But Fu Jinghen distinctly sensed that her mood was not too good.
Earlier, her expression was cheerful when eating the boiled shrimp, so why did she say she didn’t like shrimp after he had peeled it for her?
Was it truly that she didn’t like shrimp, or she didn’t like the ones he peeled?
Or was it because Qi Ming was here, and she was deliberately setting boundaries with him?
Then why had she agreed to have dinner together in the first place?
When Qi Ming suggested dining together, Fu Jinghen’s initial instinct was to refuse. However, doing so would make him seem petty, so he left the decision to Wen Qiao, partly to see if she still cared about Qi Ming.
Feng Li had once said, if a person really doesn’t care about another, it wouldn’t matter what that person did or where they were. Otherwise, there would be strong aversion or resistance.
So when Wen Qiao said "whatever," Fu Jinghen sowhat relaxed.
But now...
His previously joyful mood was fading, and his expression darkened unwittingly.
Qin Xiang, sharp as a tack, wrinkled his nose, intuitively sensing the change in soone inside the private room and looked up.
Indeed, he saw Fu Jinghen’s face looking sowhat grim.
?
What’s going on?
Everything was fine, so why the sudden change of face?
Wen Qiao seed oblivious to Fu Jinghen’s mood shift. She stuffed another spoonful of rice into her mouth and casually glanced around, seemingly glancing at Wen Shu unintentionally.
Seeing her flushed face, emotional expression, and the fleeting look she gave Fu Jinghen while talking to Qi Ming.
That look...
Well.
To call it gratitude seed too superficial.
It was just peculiar.
!
A thought flashed through Wen Qiao’s mind.
Damn, no way.
This woman couldn’t possibly be harboring so feelings for her fiancé, could she?
Though her fiancé was indeed handso, wealthy, and had a decent physique, far outstripping other potbellied, balding tycoons, he wasn’t the male lead!
Why does everyone seem to fall for him?
Wasn’t the male lead supposed to be the one adored by everyone?
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