She had previously asked Fu Jinghen, and Fu Jinghen briefly ntioned that Qin Xiang’s feelings for Lin Ruochun were not ordinary. Since they weren’t ordinary, why hadn’t he confessed after all these years? He’s out living it up, but keeps a tight hold on Lin Ruochun, wasting her youth for nothing.
Now that he’s figured it out and is eager to try, he wants rewards right away. There’s no such good fortune.
Wen Qiao advised Lin Ruochun, "You need to not only listen to what he says but also see what he does. Anyway, before he clearly says he likes you, just act like you don’t know anything. Occasionally act coy, keep him interested, and you can hint at your feelings, but be sure to hold back a bit, understand?"
Lin Ruochu nodded blankly, "...Got it."
She felt that if she didn’t nod, Wen Qiao would probably press her head to make her nod.
"Good girl, trust , you can’t go wrong." Wen Qiao lifted Lin Ruochun’s chin with her index finger. "Such a pretty girl like you can’t let those lousy n catch you easily."
"....."
Lin Ruochun pushed Wen Qiao’s hand away, muttering softly, "You’re being a bit proper."
"How am I not proper? But you, acting all mature while you’re so young." Wen Qiao thought of sothing, looking at Lin Ruochun with interest, "You and Qin Xiang really are opposites. The young one is mature and steady, while the older one is incredibly childish."
Lin Ruochun pouted and changed the subject, "By the way, Qin Xiang and I just went to the surveillance room. That man was brought in by Wen Shu. There’s no sound on the footage, but it seems like he’s trying to beg Wen Shu."
"I know," Wen Qiao said, "She just ca to the lounge to apologize to ."
"And then?" Lin Ruochun blinked, "Don’t tell you forgave her."
"Do I look like a saint to you?" Wen Qiao waved her hand, "I only temporarily forgave her, no rush."
Lin Ruochun looked at the faint smile at the corner of Wen Qiao’s mouth and fell silent.
She was really overthinking it; Wen Qiao definitely didn’t seem like soone who could be easily bullied.
Qin Xiang, who was sitting on Lin Ruochun’s other side, saw the two of them huddled together whispering for a long ti without any intention of parting, beca curious, and leaned towards them, trying to hear sothing.
But they were so close, and their voices were so low during the exchange, he strained to listen for a long ti without catching a single punctuation.
Qin Xiang gave up, sat up straight, fished out his phone from his pocket, found Fu Jinghen’s WeChat, and sent him a ssage.
[Wealthy Mr. Qin: Reporting, your woman is whispering with Lin Ruochun. They must be plotting sothing bad, but I didn’t hear anything, so I can’t give you any useful information.]
Fu Jinghen, who had been keeping an eye on the rear, relaxed a bit when he saw Lin Ruochun and Qin Xiang heading over.
Feeling a buzz in his chest pocket, Fu Jinghen thought it was Wen Qiao ssaging him. He interrupted the gushing producer, "Sorry, I need to reply to a ssage."
The producer imdiately stopped talking and gestured for Fu Jinghen to go ahead.
He took out his phone and saw it was a ssage from Qin Xiang, but it was indeed related to Wen Qiao.
[Fu Jinghen: If you want to know, go ask yourself.]
[Wealthy Mr. Qin: I don’t want to!]
[Fu Jinghen: I don’t want to either.]
[Wealthy Mr. Qin:...]
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