When Fu Jinghen finished his shower and ca out, Wen Qiao was squatting on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her arms, and her long black hair draped down her cheeks. Her phone in front of her was blaring out the angry voice of another woman.
"You’re getting more and more out of control now, aren’t you? Do you rember your status? Are you openly arguing with haters on Weibo? Are you handing your rival a weapon on a platter?"
"..."
"You also told your fans not to lash out; it’s not a good influence. And now? You think doing it yourself has a better impact?"
"..."
"Do you think you’re frail now, so I won’t have the heart to deal with you? I gave you the phone just to entertain you, not for you to cause trouble!"
Wen Qiao’s weak voice chid in, "...There are many ways to entertain, and venting is one of them..."
"What did you say?" Jiang Yao’s voice on the other end of the phone imdiately rose, "Say it again?"
Wen Qiao sheepishly bit her lip, "...I didn’t say anything..."
"Keep your paws in check, and if you send even a punctuation mark online, I’ll co and chop them off tomorrow."
"You’re being too gory and violent." Wen Qiao instinctively tucked her hands into her sleeves, "I’m still a patient; can’t you be a little gentler with ?"
"You didn’t look like a patient when you were passionately arguing online." Jiang Yao retorted, "It’s convenient you’re in the hospital; if I chop off your hands, you can get imdiate treatnt. I’m being gentle enough with you already."
"Alright, alright, I was wrong; I apologize. I shouldn’t have made rash comnts online. As a public figure, I ought to set a good example for my fans."
Wen Qiao sincerely made her apology, and Jiang Yao’s anger slowly subsided. She snorted, "You better rember these words and not just say them."
Wen Qiao hurriedly replied, "I will, I will, they’re rembered."
"Alright then, hanging up."
After a brief beep, the call ended automatically, and Wen Qiao imdiately shifted her deanor. Contrary to her timid manner during the call with Jiang Yao, she started poking at her phone screen while muttering.
Fu Jinghen stood there appreciating his little girl’s indignant deanor before approaching, sitting at the edge of the bed and lifting Wen Qiao into his arms.
Wen Qiao was startled, yelped, and steadied herself by placing her hand on Fu Jinghen’s shoulder, "When did you co out?"
"Just now."
Wen Qiao nestled into Fu Jinghen’s embrace in a comfortable position, "I’m almost 1.7 ters tall, yet you effortlessly lift up as if carrying a pot."
It might have been Wen Qiao’s posture with her arms around her knees that made her appear unusually petite, enough to elicit sympathy.
Fu Jinghen said, "Maybe it’s because you’re slender, easier to carry."
No woman would mind being told she’s slim, and Fu Jinghen’s words precisely hit Wen Qiao’s happy note.
"What trouble did my darling stir up online this ti, making Agent Jiang so mad?"
"Nothing really..."
Wen Qiao sheepishly flipped her phone over, afraid that Fu Jinghen would scold her like Jiang Yao if he found out the truth.
"Just expressing my thoughts, that’s all."
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