"I don’t know what to say." Jinghen leaned in and kissed her rosy lips again: "I’m so happy."
Happy that his darling was back by his side.
Qiaoqiao wasn’t too used to this kind of sentintal atmosphere, she nodded, her gaze drifting, before finally settling on the bouquet in her arms, rembering sothing, she said, "Reconciling is reconciling, but you can’t go back on your promise to send flowers every day."
Jinghen laughed: "I won’t, I won’t miss a single thing I promised you."
Qiaoqiao humphed twice: "I bet you wouldn’t dare."
"Qiaoqiao." Jinghen took her hand: "I don’t like you getting too close to Huo Mutian and Lin Luang."
Jinghen knew that relationships required giving each other a certain amount of personal space, especially when it ca to interpersonal relationships, no one had the right to decide another person’s relations with others. Moreover, knowing Qiaoqiao’s rebellious nature, if he truly tried to confine her, she would only drift further away from him.
"I wasn’t that close to them in the first place, I just wanted to see you jealous."
"But you’ve been a companion to Huo Mutian and a model for Lin Luang."
"..."
Qiaoqiao was at a loss for words.
She scratched the palm of Jinghen’s hand: "Okay, okay, I get it. Now that I’ve agreed to make up with you, I’ll be mindful of the boundaries. As long as they don’t approach , I definitely won’t seek them out. Even if they co to , I’ll only treat them as just friends."
Speaking, she leaned in to kiss Jinghen’s chin, her action carried an appeasing intent: "Isn’t my affection clear enough to you now? You need to have so confidence in yourself, Uncle Fu."
Jinghen, of course, knew of Qiaoqiao’s affection, but...
Watching her act coquettishly towards him, he sighed as if surrendering: "Against you, what confidence do I have left?"
Just a glance from another man towards her made him feel threatened.
"It’s okay," Qiaoqiao said boldly, patting her chest: "I’ll help you build confidence."
Over these days, Qiaoqiao had co to understand that she was partly to bla for the calling off of their engagent.
Jinghen had given her a sense of security, but she hadn’t done the sa for him.
That was her mistake.
Jinghen’s heart ward at her gesture, he pinched Qiaoqiao’s cheek: "Okay, then I’ll start by thanking Mrs. Fu."
"I’m not Mrs. Fu yet."
Jinghen smiled at her, seemingly saying "sooner or later, you will be."
Unable to withstand Jinghen’s intense gaze, Qiaoqiao pushed his sturdy shoulder: "Hey, get moving. I have to start work punctually at one-thirty in the afternoon, and if I’m late, you’re in for it."
"I know."
Jinghen was aware of how much Qiaoqiao valued her work, they had already delayed so ti, and to let Qiaoqiao have a proper al, he dared not delay any further, starting the car again and taking her to the restaurant he had reserved.
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After finishing the al, Jinghen took her back.
Qiaoqiao, recalling the morning’s accident, told Jinghen about it as if it were a joke.
After hearing it, Jinghen looked at her surprisingly: "You’re not one to seek the spotlight. How co you stood up this ti?"
"Because I quite like my photographer, I didn’t want to put her in a difficult position."
Qiaoqiao wasn’t soone who loved attention. Under normal circumstances, if she encountered such situations, Qiaoqiao would definitely not react and would typically be the one on the side enjoying the show.
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