"......"
Qi Ming understood, picked up the water cup again, and handed it to his mother: "Please drink."
Fu Qiang drank half a cup of water in one breath with Qi Ming’s help, and finally felt her parched throat getting better. "Did you know that your little uncle and your little aunt called off their engagent?"
"What?" Qi Ming’s eyes widened instantly. "What did you say?"
"I said they called off their engagent, do you know why?" After asking, Fu Qiang seed to rember sothing, looked up, and sized up her son. "Their calling off the engagent wasn’t because of you, was it?"
Fu Qiang knew Wen Qiao liked Qi Ming, but in her eyes, let alone Wen Qiao, even Fu Jinghen was still a kid, so she had thought of it as just child’s play and didn’t take it seriously.
She also knew about what happened at the engagent party. She had even asked Fu Jinghen why not just let Wen Qiao and Qi Ming get engaged, and that she would talk to Jiang Lai.
But Fu Jinghen rejected Fu Qiang’s suggestion. He was a man of his word, and since he had promised Jiang Lai to take good care of Wen Qiao, he wouldn’t hand that responsibility to soone else. Moreover, he understood Qi Ming’s temperant very well. If Qi Ming found out that he was arranged a fiancée he didn’t like, or even despised, he would definitely make a scene.
And such an arranged life, he did not want Qi Ming to bear.
Thinking of this, Fu Qiang looked at Qi Ming with a scrutinizing gaze, "Tell , was it because of you?"
"What does it have to do with , fuck." Qi Ming heavily set the water cup on the other side of the coffee table, plopped down on the coffee table, and faced Fu Qiang directly: "No, when did they even break off the engagent? They were still all lovey-dovey on a variety show just a couple of weeks ago. How co suddenly I don’t have a little aunt anymore?"
Qi Ming looked like he really had no clue. Fu Qiang put down her phone, "Do you really know nothing?"
"I know shit. If I knew why they called off the engagent, I would’ve already reported it to you."
Qi Ming grabbed his hair, "No, Wen Qiao might have had feelings for initially, but I swear on our family’s fortune, she absolutely does not like now."
"How can you be so sure?" asked Fu Qiang.
"I’m not dead, can’t I see or feel?" Qi Ming beca more agitated: "Let find you a video to watch and you’ll see."
He leaned over to grab his phone, exited the ga interface, fiddled with it for a mont, and handed it to Fu Qiang: "Look, the way Wen Qiao looks at my little uncle, isn’t it just like how you looked at my dad initially?"
Adding, a bit unsure: "Seventy or eighty percent similar, at least."
The video Qi Ming found was from the variety show they recorded together on Chinese Valentine’s Day.
Fu Qiang frowned as she watched: "What can you tell from this? With all those flashy effects and music, even nonexistent feelings get hyped up."
"...."
Qi Ming explained: "These are all edits by netizens. Our show was live, there weren’t any of these things at the ti... Alright, believe it or not."
"So your little uncle said nothing, Wen Qiao doesn’t like him."
"How would I know?" Qi Ming said. "I don’t have a Mind Reading Technique."
"Could it be a misunderstanding?" mused Fu Qiang. "That shouldn’t be possible, though. If you could sense it, wouldn’t your little uncle have felt it too?"
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