His little face, freshly woken up from washing, swept away all prior drowsiness, and his eyes shone brightly as he stared at the bag of pudding, even letting out a small "wow."
One might think they had raised a daughter.
Fu Jinghen looked away and sighed as if resigned to his fate, hanging the towel back on the rack.
The doorbell rang. Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao, who was gleefully eating while sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and went to open the door.
Really, there was no solution; whenever he was with Wen Qiao, he was destined to be the worried one.
Peeking through the peephole, Fu Jinghen opened the door and stepped aside to make room.
Lin Ruochun entered, holding a durian layered cake that she had already eaten half of. She peeked inside first, then looked at Fu Jinghen, "I saw Wen Qiao’s ssage and ca over. Am I disturbing you?"
Fu Jinghen said, "Yes, you are. Please leave."
"Unbelievable, you can actually joke now," Lin Ruochun said in amazent, "Wen Qiao’s influence is indeed more profound than the sll of durian."
"Stop wasting words and get inside."
As soon as Lin Ruochun finished speaking, Qin Xiang, who was standing behind her, pushed her inside.
After staggering a step forward and stabilizing herself, she turned back and glared fiercely at Qin Xiang, drew a line across her neck with her thumb, gesturing to him, and then walked in carrying the cake.
Fu Jinghen closed the door and looked at Qin Xiang standing at the entrance, "Why did you follow?"
Qin Xiang retorted, "Can’t I follow?"
Fu Jinghen leisurely said, "Do you know what you remind of?"
"What?"
"A dogskin plaster."
Qin Xiang: "?"
Feeling the analogy wasn’t strong enough, Fu Jinghen added, "The kind you can’t shake off."
"Sa goes for you," Qin Xiang snorted coldly, glaring at Fu Jinghen, "I don’t know who rushed here on the earliest flight after seeing the hot search, abandoning all his work to his poor assistant. Poor Feng Li, having a boss like you."
Facing Qin Xiang’s rebuttal, Fu Jinghen remained composed and slowly adjusted his cufflinks, "A couple of days ago your brother called asking what you were up to. I think he probably wants you back ho, don’t you think?"
The once arrogant Qin Xiang, at Fu Jinghen’s last threatening words, instantly deflated, becoming obedient, "Actually, I think you described it perfectly, really."
Saying so, he even raised his thumb in agreent.
Watching the suddenly subdued Qin Xiang, Fu Jinghen scoffed, "Alright, go inside."
Qin Xiang, as if granted amnesty, excitedly hugged Fu Jinghen, "Old Fu, you’re truly great."
Before Fu Jinghen could get him to let go, a thunderous roar ca from the living room, "Qin Laoer, what are you doing? Hugging my man right in front of ? Do you think I’m dead?"
Startled, Qin Xiang raised an eyebrow, about to retort, but suddenly rembered Fu Jinghen’s earlier threat and also realized the extent of Wen Qiao’s influence in Fu Jinghen’s heart, ultimately choosing to bite his tongue.
He let go of Fu Jinghen, "He’s your man, he’s your man, no one’s competing with you, why the fuss?"
While speaking, Qin Xiang walked over, grabbed Lin Ruochun’s hand, and scooped the pudding she had just dug up into his mouth.
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