Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun were walking together toward the film set when Lin Ruochun bent her elbow and nudged Wen Qiao, asking, "What was my brother’s reaction when he saw that bouquet of flowers?"
"What else could his reaction be?" Wen Qiao laughed, "He looked like he wished he could eat that bouquet."
"Bravo, only you could boldly bring a rival’s flowers right in front of my brother and still co out unscathed," Lin Ruochun said, giving her a thumbs up in admiration. "I doubt there’s a second person who could pull that off."
Wen Qiao preened, running her fingers through her hair: "Can’t help it, too charming."
"Such a show-off," Lin Ruochun chuckled, then reminded her, "But aren’t you afraid that putting my brother’s flowers together with Huo Mutian’s will an never seeing that bouquet again?"
"..."
That was a good question.
Wen Qiao fell silent, her tone hesitant, "Fu Jinghen, shouldn’t be that petty, right?"
Wen Qiao knew n could be petty when it ca to soone they genuinely liked. Even though Fu Jinghen had expressed his dislike for the flowers from Huo Mutian right in front of her, Wen Qiao still couldn’t quite imagine Fu Jinghen doing sothing cruel to that bouquet.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t," Lin Ruochun switched her upheld thumb to an index finger, wagging it back and forth, "Please, never underestimate the pettiness and immaturity of a man, especially my brother."
"What? Is your brother’s pettiness and immaturity level special?"
"Not special," Lin Ruochun’s index finger swayed side to side again. "Very special."
Wen Qiao slowly exhaled two words: "For instance?"
"Take a recent incident, for example. When you returned to Jiang City, did you run into soone who catcalled you and whistled at you from a car?"
Wen Qiao nodded, "Yes, that happened."
"That was Cheng Jue. Apart from Qin Xiang, he’s another one of my brother’s childhood friends. The day he dropped you off at the airport, he t up with them. Cheng Jue hadn’t t you because he was abroad during your engagent, so he didn’t know you. He ntioned at the gathering that he had t his ’True Destiny Girl,’" Lin Ruochun paused, pointing at Wen Qiao.
"And he briefly described his encounter with you that day. After finding out what Cheng Jue had done to you, my brother silently got him drunk all night. If it hadn’t been for Cheng Jue seeing you two together on a TV show later, he probably would still think my brother was genuinely welcoming him back to the country."
"And even earlier, the first ti my brother visited the studio to see you, it was actually to find you. Saying it was just on his way is bullshit; he’s just not very good at showing care, and he’s sowhat sullen," Lin Ruochun recalled, thinking back to when Qin Xiang had told her about the incident.
Wen Qiao interjected: "I know that."
Recalling the event, which had happened so ti ago, Lin Ruochun continued: "That ti, you went to the bar at the top floor of our hotel, rember how your junior, Zhou Ruixian, provoked you right? My brother made sure Qin Xiang took him to his grandfather, Old Zhou’s ho. You don’t need to know who Old Zhou is, you just need to know that Old Zhou was furious to see his grandson so drunk. Truth be told, Zhou Ruixian was really plastered and mistook Old Zhou for you. Insisting on a drinking rematch, he declared he’d get you under the table, which led Old Zhou to hit him with a cane to sober him up, right in front of Qin Xiang. Old Zhou was genuinely angry, he’s always been soone who cares a lot about his reputation."
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