Wen Qiao silently convinced herself for a while, then thought of sothing and suddenly opened her eyes.
Her eyes brimd with tears as she stared at the night sky outside the window, cursing inwardly.
Damn it, could it be that Fu Jinghen, that jerk, thought that he shouldn’t have fallen for her, that he should be wholeheartedly and steadfastly devoted to Wen Shu, silently giving everything to her without seeking recognition?
Thus, realizing that his feelings for her had beco uncontrollable, he proposed breaking off the engagent in a tily manner—pfft, what cliff, what brakes, what horse? She wasn’t so thorny jungle to be avoided at all costs.
Wen Qiao wasn’t the type who had to be the one to initiate a breakup when a relationship ended, but with Fu Jinghen, she felt it was embarrassing to have the engagent dissolved.
Perhaps it was the delayed surge of anger that influenced her, but the more Wen Qiao thought about it, the more convinced she beca that her analysis had hit the nail on the head.
Fu Jinghen was an old fossil, it wasn’t beyond him to be determined to spend his life loving Wen Shu, and, due to her changes, to suddenly switch his affections, feeling like he had betrayed Wen Shu and needed to stay far away from her.
After all, the human brain is complex, and the minds of the wealthy are even further beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
n are fucking idiots!
Wen Qiao angrily wiped away her tears.
Fu Jinghen was an even bigger fucking idiot in the world of idiots!
The days after the annulnt of the engagent were no different from before; Wen Qiao continued filming dramas and participating in variety shows, interacting with people around her just as usual.
She didn’t let the frustration from her emotional setback affect her work or everyday life, at most, she would find herself thinking about it when idle, and in the evenings, after finishing work and returning to her room, she would subconsciously want to video call Fu Jinghen to share her daily life.
Habits are indeed scary, but breaking them isn’t all that hard.
She hadn’t deleted Fu Jinghen’s contact information, but she also didn’t know if he still kept her WeChat.
As for whether Jiang Lai and Fu Qiang were aware of their broken engagent, she hadn’t asked.
The D-family had called a few more tis, asking if there was any chance of reconciliation—apparently, Wen Qiao fit their requirents for a spokesperson quite well.
Wen Qiao wasn’t soone who liked to pick at her wounds, nor was she willing to be suppressed by those she disliked. Even though she and Wen Shu saw each other every day on set in a situation where they would bow their heads without speaking, she had Jiang Yao decline their offers.
Life went on, day by day, very ordinary.
Fu Qiang learned about the annulled engagent between Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen a week after the fact.
Fu Qiang hadn’t stopped for a mont and flew back from abroad imdiately. Upon learning that Fu Jinghen was at the company, she marched directly into the office, not giving Fu Jinghen a chance to react before hurling her purse at him.
"You little bastard, breaking off the engagent just like that? Where do you put your sister in all this, huh? Speak up! How do you expect to explain to Jiang Lai? They entrusted their darling daughter to our family, and you? You break off the engagent without a word. If I hadn’t pressed you, were you planning not to tell at all?"
"..."
At that mont, Fu Jinghen was dealing with paperwork, and by the ti he looked up after hearing the door open, Fu Qiang’s purse was already coming down on him. He instinctively raised his arm to block.
"Sister, calm down," Fu Jinghen said with a frown.
"I can’t calm down," Fu Qiang pulled down his arm. "You dare to block? Put your damn hand down."
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