Before she could get angry, Fu Jinghen wrapped his arm around her waist, leaned down close to Wen Qiao’s ear, and whispered softly, "Haven’t I kept myself entirely for you?"
"... "
It seed like he was being a hoodlum.
Wen Qiao’s grip on his suit jacket instantly relaxed, and her cheeks uncontrollably heated up, her words coming out stuttering, "You... ... wha-what, intact or not..."
Fu Jinghen looked at her flushed cheeks and dazed expression, his eyes grew darker, and he gently scraped his finger across her face, "Let’s go, we’re heading back, it’s ti to cut the cake."
After he finished speaking, he gave those two won a warning glance and left the place with Wen Qiao.
Fu Jinghen rarely showed people a cold face. Precisely for this reason, his suddenly chilled gaze felt all the more intimidating.
The two won felt a chill ascend from their spines, and their expressions varied, but neither spoke.
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When Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen returned to the private room, they arrived just in ti for Cheng Jue to cut the cake.
He stood in front of the cake, wearing a childish birthday hat, surrounded by a circle of people. He closed his eyes, put his palms together in front of his chest, and recited his birthday wish loudly, "I hope that in the new year, I’ll have twice as many girlfriends as last year."
Everyone was montarily stunned, then laughed and scolded, "Twice as many? Co on, how many football teams could you compose with your ex-girlfriends?"
"Mr. Cheng, with your charm, have you ever accidentally sired any children?"
"Imagine one day when Mr. Cheng is done playing and wants to get married, a woman shows up with a child, claiming it’s your son."
Cheng Jue kicked out, "Get lost, don’t curse ."
Cheng Jue spoke nonchalantly, "Marriage, that graveyard— who wants to jump in can jump. I’m not taking the leap."
"That’s true. If young master Cheng gets married, how many won’s hearts would be broken."
"Exactly." Cheng Jue said while cutting the cake, "In order to protect the won’s delicate little hearts, I must sacrifice my personal happiness for the greater good."
His shaless remarks had everyone laughing.
Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen didn’t join in the bustling crowd. Standing on the outskirts, they watched the commotion. Hearing Cheng Jue’s words, Wen Qiao rembered what Jiang Yao had told her before, that Fu Jinghen was the man every woman in Jiang City wanted to marry. She turned to Fu Jinghen, "What do you think, if you get married soday, will there also be many won heartbroken?"
"Whether they’re heartbroken or not, what does it have to do with ?"
Fu Jinghen seed not to comprehend the connection between the two.
"... "
Wen Qiao opened her mouth but for a ti didn’t know how to respond to his nearly perfect answer.
"Where’s my sister-in-law?"
Cheng Jue, standing in the center of the crowd, turned his head, scanning for Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen.
After finding them, he squeezed through the throng with the first piece of cake he had cut and approached Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen.
"Sister-in-law, the first piece of cake, for you."
Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen, and seeing him nod, she reached out to accept it, "Thank you, happy birthday."
Rembering his birthday wish, Wen Qiao added, "I hope in the new year, you date girls even prettier than the last."
"Sounds good to ." Cheng Jue placed two fingers to his forehead and waved forward, "I’ll take your auspicious words to heart."
He turned to Fu Jinghen, "Brother, the second piece is for you. I’ll bring it over in a bit, don’t rush, alright?"
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