Fu Jinghen had been brought up by Fu Qiang since he was a child, and Fu Qiang’s words carried significant weight in his view.
He put down his hand and caught sight of Feng Li standing at the office door, turning his head to look.
Feng Li instantly shut his gaping mouth and said carefully, "President Fu, Chairman Fu—"
"I know." Fu Jinghen interrupted him, "Go outside."
Feng Li nodded, closed the door, and walked out.
Just as the door was about to close, Fu Qiang said, "Make a cup of tea."
Feng Li called out, "Alright!"
With only the Fu siblings remaining in the office, Fu Qiang, still irate, smacked Fu Jinghen’s shoulder a few tis, then spun around to sit opposite him, placing her bag on the table: "Explain to clearly what’s going on today. If you don’t, don’t even think about coming back ho."
"..."
Fu Jinghen lowered his gaze expressionlessly, "Personality clash."
"Do you think I’m an idiot?" Fu Qiang slamd her hand on the table, "You’re fobbing off with so random excuse as if I can’t control you now that you’ve grown wings."
Listening to the "slap slap" sound of her hitting the table, Fu Jinghen’s temples also throbbed, "I’m not, don’t get worked up."
"Then tell why you canceled the engagent," Fu Qiang pressed, looking at him, "Don’t you dare tell so nonsense about you not liking Wen Qiao and wanting to pursue true love. When the marriage arrangent was first ntioned, I asked you about it, and you didn’t care then, so don’t get all sanctimonious on now."
"..."
His expression unchanging, Fu Jinghen said, "It’s nothing, just that it was annulled."
As soon as his words fell, sothing flashed before his eyes, and Fu Jinghen instinctively raised his hand to block. Fu Qiang snorted coldly, lowering her hand, "Stop the nonsense and tell , my patience is limited."
The answer Fu Jinghen offered to Fu Qiang was silence, nothing more.
Fu Qiang’s fingers tapped on the desk, each tap quicker than the last, right up until the second before her brows furrowed, Fu Jinghen finally spoke.
"She doesn’t like ."
Fu Qiang’s tapping on the desk ceased, and she counter-questioned, "Have you fallen for her?"
"..."
Fu Jinghen looked up at her, silent.
"If you like her, then go after her, give it your best," Fu Qiang, exasperated by his taciturn deanor, stood up from her chair and slapped him across the table, "How are you supposed to pursue her after canceling the engagent? Chase after thin air?"
Fu Qiang and Jiang Lai were close friends, and from the ti Wen Qiao was born, Fu Qiang had visited her often. A child as cute as Wen Qiao would lt anyone’s heart, so when Jiang Lai suggested the marriage arrangent, half of Fu Qiang’s excitent stemd from the Fu Family’s plight possibly being resolved, and the other half from keeping the ’water’ within their own ’field.’
On the engagent day, seeing Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao standing together, she couldn’t help but feel they were well-matched.
A handso man and a beautiful woman together were always especially pleasing to the eye.
Now, suddenly hearing about the cancellation of the engagent, Fu Qiang felt a pang in her heart.
"I’ve tried, it’s no use," Fu Jinghen evaded and furrowed his brows, "Sis, stop hitting all the ti."
"I’m hitting you exactly because of you," Fu Qiang glared at him, "How did you even try? How does a man who has lived nearly thirty years and never even touched a woman know how to pursue soone?"
"Sis," Fu Jinghen called out, exasperated, "leave us be."
"Who else will care if I don’t?"
Silent, Fu Jinghen picked up a pen, signed a docunt, closed it, and pushed it aside, "Anyway, just don’t interfere."
Fu Qiang asked, "So, what’s your plan after this?"
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