Fu Jinghen wrapped one arm tightly around her shoulders and slid the other under her knees, effortlessly lifting her up. Just before heading to the bedroom, he bent down and picked up her slippers.
Wen Qiao looped her arms around his neck and dangled her legs, clearly not satisfied.
After Fu Jinghen placed her on the bed, Wen Qiao didn’t imdiately let go of her grip around his neck.
Fu Jinghen had no choice but to bend over in her hold, hands braced on either side of her, and looked down at her. "What’s wrong?"
With her neck craned, Wen Qiao looked up at him. "President Fu, did you co by ’on your way’ again?"
The thought of Wen Shu arriving at the film set just before Fu Jinghen sparked a surge of irritation in Wen Qiao’s heart.
"It’s not." Fu Jinghen said, "I ca especially to see you."
She had expected Fu Jinghen to say he was just passing by, but she didn’t expect him to be so straightforward about his intentions, especially when she was the reason for his visit.
"Especially? To see ? Why?" Wen Qiao asked three questions in a row.
"I ca to check on our little apricot tree that wants to climb over the wall, and incidentally to add so soil, to make sure she stays put in my yard."
The man spoke with a smile in his voice while lifting a hand to gently pinch her cheek.
Wen Qiao’s assertiveness inexplicably diminished, she looked down, her eyelashes trembling. "What climbing over the wall, you’re slandering , I didn’t do any such thing."
"Is that so?" Fu Jinghen’s hand squeezing her cheek applied a bit more pressure, and when she yelped in pain, he released her. "Who was it that got caught eating barbecue with another man late at night and lied to my people?"
As soon as the subject ca up, Wen Qiao felt guilty. "I didn’t realize it was you calling , I thought it was Sister Yao. She’s been strictly controlling my diet lately, not letting eat these things for fear I’ll gain weight..."
Towards the end of her explanation, she carefully glanced up at Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen gave her a once-over and finally nodded approvingly. "Indeed, you’ve put on weight."
"Nonsense! Which eye of yours sees that I’ve gained weight? If your eyes aren’t serving you well, donate them to soone in need!"
Whether she had a tabolism that allowed her not to gain weight or not, when a woman hears a man—especially an important one—say she’s gained weight, she’d want to leap out of her hospital bed if necessary, tear away her oxygen mask, and counter that she hasn’t gained an ounce, that he must be blind.
Wen Qiao was just that kind of person.
In the face of Wen Qiao’s bristling, Fu Jinghen remained very calm. He uttered, "I felt it."
"Nonsense." Wen Qiao looked at him with suspicion and disdain. "Are your arms as precise as a scale? You must be joking."
Fu Jinghen said, "Not only can I guess your weight, but I can also asure other things."
Wen Qiao: "?"
She slapped Fu Jinghen’s arm that was resting by her side. "It’s broad daylight, watch the impact of your words."
What kind of dirty talk was that.
"I didn’t say I could asure any ’other things,’" Fu Jinghen chuckled as he looked at her. "Where did your mind go?"
"......." Wen Qiao complained, "You’re the one who misled . How can you turn it around on ?"
"Mmm." Fu Jinghen pondered for a mont, then said, "Association brings assimilation."
Wen Qiao gave him a white look. "It’s, ’One takes on the color of one’s company.’"
"Alright." Fu Jinghen was very agreeable. "Whatever you say."
He flicked Wen Qiao’s forehead with his finger and straightened up. "Didn’t you say you were tired? Go to sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s ti."
"Just a mont."
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