"What do you think? Her explanation was flawless, obviously pre-prepared. Don’t tell you didn’t notice."
Fu Jinghen naturally noticed sothing was off early on, but he didn’t expect the young lady, who always seeks revenge, not to confront her directly.
"Since her words were pre-prepared, she probably won’t leave any evidence for us to catch. Without any proof, what can I do?"
Wen Qiao raised two fingers: "Think about it from two perspectives. First, that man was arranged by Wen Shu long ago, a monetary transaction."
Seeing the young lady’s confidence, Fu Jinghen couldn’t help but smile and cooperatively asked, "And the second?"
"The second is that the man was found temporarily. There must be a way they communicated. Call and chat records could be checked, but if it’s sothing else, once the account is deleted, nothing can be traced, which is quite troubleso."
Wen Qiao guessed Wen Shu’s sche as soon as she ca over to explain.
Wen Shu insisted that the person was her fan, and she only brought him in for her sake. She even compared herself to her, implying that if roles were reversed, she wouldn’t bla Wen Qiao. Therefore, if Wen Qiao blas her, it’s Wen Qiao’s fault.
No matter the outco, it would affect her, especially since this happened at the Jinhua Award ceremony.
One must admit, Wen Shu’s move was indeed disgusting.
But since she dared to acknowledge her involvent, it indicated that any evidence against her had been destroyed. They might find traces if they investigate thoroughly, but to Wen Qiao, Wen Shu wasn’t worth the effort.
Wen Shu had taken the first step, so there would definitely be a second. She just needed to quietly wait.
Wen Qiao let her leave so easily. First, there was no evidence; second, she was tired of seeing Wen Shu’s pitiful act in front of Fu Jinghen.
Although Fu Jinghen didn’t spare her a glance.
But she was struck by romance.
Fu Jinghen said, "It’s not troubleso. You don’t need to worry about these things, leave it to ."
With him around, he wouldn’t let Wen Qiao be bothered by such trivial matters.
"I’ll ignore her for now, wait until her tail is more exposed, then deal with it. It’s just a pity for that man, ruined by Wen Shu."
Fu Jinghen didn’t feel the other party was pitiful. Everyone must face the consequences of their actions. It was just his rightful punishnt.
As Wen Qiao stood up from the sofa, the door of the lounge sounded again. Wen Qiao looked towards the door, reaching out to Fu Jinghen: "Let’s go. They must be urging us."
Fu Jinghen glanced up at her, sensing a slight helplessness. He stood up, and his large hand held hers, linking her arm with his: "It should be reaching out to you."
Wen Qiao blinked: "Alright."
Her Uncle Fu always had these little girly thoughts.
After taking a couple of steps, Wen Qiao suddenly said, "Oh right, find a ti to remind that fool Qi Ming to be careful with Wen Shu, before he gets in too deep, and tell him to get back on the right track."
Fu Jinghen’s lips moved, wanting to say that Qi Ming wasn’t as naive as he appeared, but saying that would be akin to slapping his own wife’s face.
Faced with the dilemma between his wife’s pride and his nephew’s, Fu Jinghen only pondered for a second before decisively choosing his wife.
After all, it took a lot of effort to win her back.
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