"So, he started chasing after you again?" Lin Luang said angrily, "n are no good. They don’t cherish when they have it, and then they start regretting when they’ve lost it."
"..."
Brother, have you forgotten you’re also a man?
Wen Qiao cleared her throat lightly and changed the subject, "You still haven’t answered my question from earlier?"
Lin Luang fell silent instantly and slid the nu in front of her, "Sister, let’s order first."
Seeing Lin Luang’s awkward deanor, Wen Qiao grew even more curious. She took the nu, flipped through it while fishing for more information, "This trip with the group counts as field training, right?"
"Yep."
Wen Qiao asked further, "So there must have been others with you, right?"
Lin Luang relaxed a bit, "Yeah, there were other people, both guys and girls."
Wen Qiao glanced subtly at Lin Luang’s reaction and continued, "There were other girls too, huh? The conditions in the mountains must have been rough; the girls must have suffered a lot?"
"It was alright." Lin Luang, completely unaware of the imminent danger, replied, "She endured it well."
Wen Qiao played it cool, "So, your little girlfriend seems pretty tough."
Lin Luang subconsciously responded, "Mhm, she’s really great, every ti—"
Locking eyes with Wen Qiao’s calm gaze, Lin Luang realized what he had just revealed and his face turned beet red.
Wen Qiao started laughing, "So your little girlfriend is a classmate of yours."
Since he had already admitted it, there was no point in denying it now. Lin Luang nodded, "Yes."
"She confessed to you, right?"
Lin Luang glanced at her and nodded again, "Sort of."
Noticing Lin Luang’s evasive eye contact and tense expression, Wen Qiao figured that his "sort of" probably was not about who confessed, but rather how they confessed.
Perhaps recalling sothing, Lin Luang’s ears turned red. Wen Qiao boldly guessed, "Your little girlfriend didn’t confess but just kissed you outright, did she?"
"!"
Lin Luang suddenly looked up, frantically waving his hands, "No, no, no, no, yes!"
Seeing how agitated Lin Luang was, Wen Qiao had a pretty good idea of what happened. To spare the innocent boy across from her from turning into a steam engine, Wen Qiao kindly let the matter drop and genuinely looked at the nu.
With their concerns resolved, the al went pleasantly, and both of them left the restaurant relaxed and with lighter hearts than they had arrived.
Fu Jinghen sat in the car, watching the jolly pair erge from the restaurant, and felt his mood darken.
A black mask covered most of Wen Qiao’s face, leaving only her arched eyes visible.
Even though Fu Jinghen knew Wen Qiao was eting Lin Luang to break things off, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
He couldn’t stand seeing Wen Qiao smile at other n.
Especially a man who was interested in her.
Fu Jinghen’s possessiveness over Wen Qiao was so intense that sotis even he found it hard to believe.
He loosened his tie irritably, his piercing eyes fixed on the two people standing on the steps.
Wasn’t the dinner long enough for a chat? They finished eating and were still talking.
What was there to talk about?
Fu Jinghen suppressed the urge to get out of the car and pull Wen Qiao back, and waited impatiently for a while until finally, he saw the two wave goodbye to each other.
Seeing Wen Qiao take out her phone, Fu Jinghen guessed she was about to call him.
He flashed his car lights twice to signal Wen Qiao.
Caught off-guard by the sudden lights, Wen Qiao squinted her eyes and recognized it as Fu Jinghen’s car.
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