CHAPTER 368: CHAPTER 366: YOU DIDN’T GIVE ME A TITLE

"FS’s tens of thousands of employees are all counting on you to lead them to an even brighter future, yet here you are, visiting me every now and then. If your employees knew about this, they’d surely pin the title of ’Seducer King’ on me."

Following behind them, Jiang Yao and Feng Li tacitly exchanged a glance, then just as tacitly looked away.

Jiang Yao thought to herself: This girl’s vanity actually rivals that of Qi Ming.

Feng Li wondered: What kind of death would he face if he reported to the company employees that their Boss was preoccupied with beauty?

Fu Jinghen caught Wen Qiao’s playful hand and wrapped it in his own. "No, they wouldn’t dare."

He turned his head to glance at Wen Qiao and continued, "Moreover, they don’t know because you haven’t given me a title."

Wen Qiao blinked her eyes.

Did she hear that wrong?

Why did it sound like Fu Jinghen’s words were filled with a sense of grievance?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, he turned his head back and looked ahead, asking her, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?"

Wen Qiao patted her belly. "I’d like hot pot."

"Okay."

She had thought that Fu Jinghen would refuse to eat such unhygienic food in his eyes, but to her surprise, he actually nodded in agreement.

Wen Qiao couldn’t help but be surprised. "I thought you would refuse."

Fu Jinghen replied indifferently, "Don’t you want to eat it?"

Wen Qiao was startled and then laughed. "Then, thank you, President Fu, for condescending to join me for hot pot."

"Mhm, you’re welcome."

Seeing that the two had made their decision, Jiang Yao behind them could only close her mouth.

Feng Li, noticing her hesitance, quietly asked his gossip partner, "What’s up, what did you want to say?"

"I was going to say we shouldn’t eat hot pot," Jiang Yao whispered her complaint. "I finally got Wen Qiao’s diet under control, and now President Fu is actually going against me by taking her. Last time when Wen Qiao wanted to eat fried chicken, President Fu didn’t agree."

"It’s no use if you don’t want to," Feng Li said as he glanced at the affectionate silhouette of his Boss and Boss Lady in front. "Can your thin arms twist President Fu’s strong legs?"

Jiang Yao fell silent.

She couldn’t.

Damn! The suffocating disparity in power.

Eventually, the hot pot meal concluded satisfactorily amidst Wen Qiao’s joviality, Fu Jinghen’s indulgence, Jiang Yao’s gritted teeth and frustration, as well as Feng Li’s determination to stay out of their affairs and focus solely on the meat in the pot.

After arriving at the hotel, Wen Qiao went back to her room to grab her pajamas and toiletries, then followed Fu Jinghen upstairs without looking back.

Jiang Yao: "....."

Truly, a grown girl can’t be kept at home!

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After a long day and a hot pot meal, Wen Qiao had sweated quite a bit and had also picked up the scent from the restaurant. As soon as she entered the room, she dropped a "I’m going to take a shower" and dashed to the bathroom.

Fu Jinghen skillfully straightened her awkwardly discarded shoes.

Wen Qiao luxuriously soaked in the massage bathtub for almost two and a half hours before coming out.

The top-floor suite had a massive floor-to-ceiling window that captured the entire night view of Hang City.

Fu Jinghen sat in front of the window, an iPad resting on his crossed legs as he seemed to be reviewing some documents.

The night view and beauty made for a very pleasing scene.

Wen Qiao leaned against the bathroom door, admiring the view for a good while, until Fu Jinghen noticed her gaze and looked up. She still did not take her eyes off him.