When Qiaoqiao recalled Fu Jinghen’s behavior of patting his own thigh before he left, she thoughtfully put down her chopsticks and pulled out her phone.
Sure enough, there was a ssage from Fu Jinghen.
[Fu Jinghen: Second floor terrace, co over.]
Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows.
What was this for?
Calling her for a secret eting?
Qiaoqiao put away her phone, finished the vegetables on her plate at a leisurely pace, and then stood up from her chair unhurriedly.
Everyone was chatting, and Qiaoqiao didn’t feel the need to inform anyone, but just as she got up, Director Zhang looked over: "Girl, where are you going?"
"Oh," Qiaoqiao said nonchalantly, "I’m going to the restroom."
"Go ahead, go ahead."
Once she left the private room, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Director Zhang was feigning ignorance.
Otherwise, why did his gaze toward her seem kind of strange?
Qiaoqiao asked a waiter standing in the hallway in case guests from the private room needed anything, where the terrace was, and followed the directions given.
Turning a corner, Qiaoqiao looked up and saw a man and a woman standing on the terrace.
At her appearance, the man looked over.
Not taking his eyes off Qiaoqiao, he said to the woman in front: "Miss Wen, if you have nothing else, please leave, my wife is here."
Hearing Fu Jinghen ntion "my wife," Wen Shu was montarily dazed.
Hadn’t Qi Ming said that Fu Jinghen and Qiaoqiao had already called off their engagent?
Wen Shu turned her head and saw Qiaoqiao standing at the corner, looking like she was enjoying the drama.
She nodded at Qiaoqiao as a greeting, then turned back to Fu Jinghen: "Then I’ll be leaving now, President Fu, goodbye."
This ti, Fu Jinghen didn’t even respond; his gaze was fixed on Qiaoqiao.
Feeling uncomfortable under his stare, Qiaoqiao walked toward him as Wen Shu approached.
As she passed Wen Shu, Wen suddenly spoke.
"Qiaoqiao, don’t misunderstand, I just—"
Qiaoqiao put up a palm in a ’stop’ gesture, "I didn’t misunderstand."
Wen Shu paused, then nodded: "That’s good."
"Mm."
As Wen Shu walked away around the corner, Qiaoqiao also reached Fu Jinghen.
Qiaoqiao stood at the edge of the terrace, arms crossed in front of her chest, with a few steps between herself and Fu Jinghen.
"So you called over just to watch you have a secret eting with another woman?"
"Don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t co here because of her. I didn’t even know when she followed . She only said a couple of words before you arrived, and I barely paid her any attention."
Fu Jinghen’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but clear enough that Wen Shu, who had just walked around the corner, could hear.
Her steps faltered for a mont before she resud walking as usual.
Fu Jinghen walked closer to Qiaoqiao and reached out to grab her arm, but she blocked him.
He looked around and then pointed at a spot slightly above Qiaoqiao’s head to her right: "If you don’t believe , I can show you the surveillance footage after we treat the wounds."
Qiaoqiao also looked up at the cara overhead but still didn’t let Fu Jinghen touch her: "So you an, it’s my fault for showing up too early and interrupting you?"
"...."
Fu Jinghen, seeing Qiaoqiao acting like she was being unreasonable and there was nothing he could do about it, curved the corners of his mouth: "No, had I not been afraid of being hit by you, I would have brought you out as soon as I stepped out, following your wish to avoid suspicion."
Qiaoqiao uttered an "Oh," handed over her hand, and said reluctantly, "Alright then."
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