Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise as if she had discovered a new continent, "Are you really scared of Sister Fu Qiang?"
"It’s not fear."
The word "fear" was a bit too strong. The only person who could elicit that emotion from him was the little woman sitting next to him right now.
Fu Jinghen chose his words carefully, "Better to avoid trouble."
Despite being nearly twenty years older than him, Fu Qiang didn’t have the steadiness you’d expect from her age, and Fu Jinghen had been nagged by her since he was young.
The terror his sister could unleash was comparable only to those first few tis she attempted cooking and produced what he dubbed ’dark cuisine.’
Except for her husband, Fu Jinghen thought, no one else in this world could probably handle his sister.
Wen Qiao only half understood what Fu Jinghen was saying.
"You’ll understand when you see it for yourself."
Fu Jinghen didn’t want to explain further; Wen Qiao hadn’t spent much ti with Fu Qiang, and right now Wen Qiao was anxious about the impression she’d make. He didn’t want to add fuel to the fire and potentially scare Wen Qiao away.
She’d learn about these things in ti.
The top priority now was to get Wen Qiao to co ho with him without any hiccup.
Unaware of the convoluted thoughts in Fu Jinghen’s mind, Wen Qiao was pondering how to behave when she t Fu Qiang later. Hearing what Fu Jinghen had said, she simply responded, "Oh," and didn’t ask further.
Fu Jinghen toyed with Wen Qiao’s hand, "Aside from you, there’s nobody in this world who can scare ."
Wen Qiao pinched his palm and glared at him sideways, "Are you implying that I’m fierce?"
"..."
Fu Jinghen couldn’t help laughing, "Why are you suddenly so slow?"
"Ah?"
Wen Qiao blinked, not understanding why Fu Jinghen suddenly seed to disdain her.
"Silly."
"..."
Wen Qiao pouted and leaned back. After a while, she realized what Fu Jinghen ant and chuckled. She grabbed Fu Jinghen’s hand and pecked at it like a chick pecking grains, "Uncle Fu, you’re really nice."
"You’re even nicer, my dear."
Wen Qiao’s smile grew even sweeter.
It was rush hour, and the traffic was heavy. Wen Qiao didn’t disturb Fu Jinghen so he could focus on driving. She initially played with her phone but stopped when Fu Jinghen ntioned that the light inside the car was too dim, which was bad for her eyes. She obediently put the phone down and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
As she gazed, she couldn’t help but smile.
She touched the reflection of Fu Jinghen on the car window and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fulfillnt.
How wonderful.
She and he were together again.
This ti, they were genuinely, sincerely together.
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The traffic was a bit congested, moving slow and steady until nearly eight in the evening when they finally entered the Lake Heart Villa where the Fu Mansion was located.
This was Wen Qiao’s first visit to the Fu Mansion. Seeing the beautiful mountains and waters surrounding it and the tall, beautiful plane trees lining the roads, she once again sighed about the benefits of wealth.
Luckily, she had money too; otherwise, she might have been jealous.
The Fu Mansion was situated right in the middle of the villa complex, in an excellent location with a beautiful view. Directly in front of it was a circular lake, and if one was in the mood, one could enjoy the sunrise from the second-floor balcony in the morning, watching the sun slowly outline the mountain peaks.
Seeing how much Wen Qiao liked the place, Fu Jinghen smiled and said, "If you like it, we can live here in the future."
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