Wen Qiao couldn’t believe what she was seeing, the two standing intimately in front of her, "You..."
"I’m sorry, my feelings have changed. Let’s get a divorce."
The familiar man was now uttering exceedingly strange words to her, causing Wen Qiao to stagger and take a step back.
The woman beside him was soone Wen Qiao had seen before, the very president of Fan Chen, Yang Lan, whom she had spotted before in the conference room.
Disdain and indifference filled her eyes as usual, looking down at Wen Qiao from above.
The hand that was wrapped around the man’s arm seed to be taunting her.
Wen Qiao heard her own fragnted voice, "Didn’t you say that you didn’t like her?"
"At this point, saying such things is aningless."
Gone was the previous tenderness. The man spoke in a calm, indifferent tone. Wen Qiao suddenly ca to her senses; this man was always detached, whether it was according to the original book’s portrayal or from the beginning of their encounter. He had never been associated with the word "tenderness."
It was just that she had grown accustod to his gentleness, and when he decided to withdraw that gentleness, she beca as inconsequential as anyone in his eyes.
Fu Jinghen’s words seed to give Yang Lan the upper hand, as she forcefully shook off Wen Qiao’s grip on Fu Jinghen’s arm, "Jinghen said he doesn’t love you anymore, didn’t you hear?"
Wen Qiao, already in poor health and now dealing with this blow, lost her balance and fell backwards.
A sudden sharp pain struck her belly, and in a panic, she looked at Fu Jinghen wanting to cry out for help. However, she only saw the cold silhouette he left her.
Until it blurred.
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Hai City International Airport.
The man walking at the forefront was wearing a neatly pressed black coat, outlining his broad shoulders, and tailored black pants that hugged his long, straight legs, giving him an appearance as majestic and upright as a cedar in the mountains.
He was hastening, an air of urgency evident on his handso face.
"Little uncle! Slow down!"
A clear male voice ca from behind. Fu Jinghen paused in his stride, turning to see a man and woman behind him.
"You just separated from Little Aunt for one day, no need to be in such a hurry, right?" Qi Ming caught up, "You’re moving as if you have the wind at your heels."
"If you know I’m in a hurry, then move quicker."
"Wen Shu is wearing heels, she can’t walk fast," Qi Ming said, "I have to take care of my girlfriend, don’t I?"
Standing next to Qi Ming, Wen Shu regretted, "Had I known, I wouldn’t have worn heels today. I’m causing President Fu to delay because of ."
Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Shu and then at Qi Ming, "Then you two take your ti. I’ll go ahead to the hotel."
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Qi Ming, with a look of confusion, said, "Is there such a rush? We’re going to the sa hotel, why split up?"
"You’re too slow," Fu Jinghen said indifferently, "I’m in a hurry."
With that, he turned and left briskly.
Qi Ming watched Fu Jinghen’s retreating figure with no words to say, then complained to Wen Shu, "Anyone who doesn’t know any better would think they’re like the cowherd and the weaving girl, only able to et once a year."
Wen Shu chuckled, "The saying goes, ’a single day apart feels like three seasons have passed.’ Don’t you understand such a simple principle?"
"By how my little uncle is acting, it’s as if it’s been three hundred seasons since they’ve seen each other," Qi Ming quipped with a pout, expressing his thoughts, "I thought my little uncle was an insensitive blockhead, but to my surprise, he’s burning up like a piece of charcoal, all sticky and clingy... it’s too much to bear."
As he said this, he dramatically shivered and pretended to rub goosebumps from his arm.
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