Fu Jinghen furrowed his brows and said irritably, "I don’t know."
Seeing Fu Jinghen’s reaction, Fu Qiang had no doubts left, and her expression of Schadenfreude grew even stronger, "Your opponent is quite formidable. Huo Mutian is very popular with the girls, he’s good-looking, and he’s eloquent."
Fu Jinghen gave Fu Qiang a look that clearly read ’am I here to be aggravated by you’ and said, "It’s all sweet talk, all style and no substance."
"At least he’s better than you, who’s neither pleasing to the eye nor to any use, right?"
Fu Jinghen choked for words and seed to find it difficult to ask, "Do you won all like n like him?"
"What else? Are we supposed to like uninteresting stuffed shirts like you instead?"
Fu Jinghen lifted his hand and made a "please" gesture, "You can leave now."
"Alright, alright, I’ll give you so useful advice." Fu Qiang saw her brother getting annoyed and spoke seriously, "Different strokes for different folks. Huo Mutian is popular with won because that particular group happens to be into his type, but that doesn’t an all won like him. If you’ve decided to win Qiaoqiao back, then don’t be apprehensive. Would you give up on a project that should’ve been an easy win on the comrcial battleground just because your opponent has a completely different way of doing things?"
Fu Jinghen fell silent and did not speak.
"You’ve just had it too easy, always accustod to holding all the aces. But relationships between n and won aren’t like that; they’re full of variables, and besides, you have an advantage over him."
Fu Jinghen looked up at Fu Qiang.
"Your advantage is that Qiaoqiao has feelings for you too." Fu Qiang looked at her brother, who should be confident when it matters but is instead cocksure at all the wrong tis, and spread her hands out, "Ah Ming ntioned it, didn’t she? Qiaoqiao had been thinking of preparing your birthday present."
ntioned that sad topic, Fu Jinghen’s mood sunk again.
Fu Qiang stood up and patted Fu Jinghen on the shoulder, "Make good use of your advantage. If you can’t win your wife back, the company might as well have a new owner."
Fu Jinghen: "..."
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After dinner, Huo Mutian took Wen Qiao for a walk away from the crowded places.
Along the way, he acted as a tour guide, explaining to Wen Qiao about the local customs of Hang City and so of the stories behind the surrounding architecture.
He was quite emotionally engaging when telling stories, never allowing boredom to set in. Wen Qiao listened, occasionally showing a look of surprise.
The two didn’t stay out late, heading back ho around ten o’clock.
Once in the car, Wen Qiao rembered a question she’d forgotten and asked while buckling her seatbelt, "How co you are so knowledgeable about Hang City?"
Huo Mutian explained succinctly, "My mom is from Hang City."
Wen Qiao nodded to indicate she understood.
Huo Mutian glanced at her and asked, "Are you satisfied with my apology gift tonight?"
"Very satisfied," Wen Qiao appraised his performance that evening, "Considerate and polite, especially your face, it’s very appetizing."
"Oh, right," Wen Qiao quickly added another comnt, "The fish in vinegar was also delicious."
"..."
"Hold on a mont," Huo Mutian looked puzzled and raised his hand to signal her to stop talking, "If you think I’m handso, can’t you just say it directly? Very appetizing, am I your side dish?"
"Direct complints are too boring; you must have heard those countless tis. I need to be a bit different."
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