Tears continually fell from Wen Qiao’s eyes, reddening the corners until they glistened with sorrow.
Warm tears dropped onto the back of Fu Jinghen’s hand, burning him so much that he stopped what he was doing.
For the first ti, the man who strategized in the business world appeared utterly helpless. He held Wen Qiao’s face, wiping her tears, unsure of what to do.
"What’s wrong, baby?" Fu Jinghen’s voice was filled with panic and urgency, "Is it a stomachache, or what? You—"
Before he could finish speaking, the young girl suddenly burrowed into his embrace, her slender arms tightly wrapped around his waist as if fearful he might leave.
Fu Jinghen’s arms slowly lowered to embrace Wen Qiao’s shoulders, one hand stroking her hair and the other soothingly caressing her back, "What’s really wrong? Why are you crying like this? Have you been wronged?"
Only when she saw him and felt his body heat did Wen Qiao gradually co back from that dream.
This man was hers, must be hers, and only hers.
No one could take him away.
Her arms, wrapped around his waist, tightened again.
Fu Jinghen felt the unease of the person in his arms, and his heart clenched. He kissed the top of her head, his voice even gentler, "Can you tell what happened, baby? Is it just the stomachache or have you been mistreated?"
The little head against his chest nudged him a couple of tis in response.
Fu Jinghen instantly understood, "Who bullied you?"
The distinct scent of fir on the man enveloped her, gradually calming Wen Qiao’s anxious feelings, giving her a bit of strength.
"You."
The girl’s voice, thick and heavy, reached Fu Jinghen’s ears.
"Baby, I’m sorry." Fu Jinghen thought she was blaming him for not picking up her phone, "I was planning a surprise. I had my phone in airplane mode since I landed and didn’t check it. I’m sorry I didn’t receive your calls."
He had rushed to attend an early morning eting at the company that day, handled back-to-back business matters, and then hurried to the airport, even squeezing in a video conference on his way; during the entire morning, he only managed to send Wen Qiao a morning greeting.
It was just when he was boarding the flight that Wen Qiao had tried to call, but he had turned on airplane mode and didn’t receive it.
"It’s not about that." With her voice still nasal from her recent crying, Wen Qiao said, "I dread that you cheated on ."
Those seven words stunned Fu Jinghen.
"There were two parts; in the first, you married but didn’t love . You always had your ’white moonlight,’ and then one day, when ’white moonlight’ ca back, you wanted to divorce . I disagreed, but you grabbed my hand and signed the divorce papers anyway, and happily left with that ’white moonlight’ who didn’t even like you."
The emphasis Wen Qiao put on "didn’t like you" seed to underscore sothing.
She sniffled and continued to accuse him, "In the second part, I was eight or nine months pregnant and went to your company to find you, only to see you and Yang Lan appearing before , looking very close. You said you had fallen out of love with and wanted a divorce again, then Yang Lan pushed , I fell to the ground, and rather than helping , you didn’t even glance at and just walked away."
Rembering the tragic end in her dream, she couldn’t help but pinch the man, "You didn’t care at all about and the baby; you are truly heartless."
Wen Qiao was indeed very angry, the force of her grip substantial, causing Fu Jinghen to wince involuntarily with a hiss.
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