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Fu Jinghen extended his hand to her, "Are you done washing?"

Wen Qiao came over, playfully scratched the palm of his hand, and then quickly pulled away.

Fu Jinghen unconsciously clenched his hand to catch the teasing hand, but she ran too fast, and he grasped at the air.

Wen Qiao took the iPad from his hand and said, "President Fu, I haven’t dried my hair yet."

Fu Jinghen stood up, lifted his chin toward the chair he had just been sitting on, gesturing for her to sit there, and after she sat down, he picked up the towel on her shoulders and carefully dried her hair.

Wen Qiao fiddled with the iPad in her hand and tilted her head back, "What’s the password?"

"0526."

"Huh?" Wen Qiao unlocked it and asked, "Is this a special date or something?"

Fu Jinghen paused his hand that was drying her hair and spoke indifferently, "Nothing special, just a random one."

Wen Qiao didn’t doubt him, "Oh."

She accessed her Weibo, saved a few of her photos in the gallery, and then changed both the screensaver and wallpaper to her photos before lifting it to show Fu Jinghen, "How about that? Isn’t it pleasing to the eye?"

Fu Jinghen looked up and uttered, "Hmm."

"?"

Wen Qiao turned her head, forcibly stopping Fu Jinghen from drying her hair, and leaned on the back of the chair, "What’s wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood?"

"Not at all."

Fu Jinghen grabbed her head, ignoring Wen Qiao’s struggle, turned her face back, and continued the task at hand.

After a pause, he asked, "How did the recording of the variety show go?"

"Pretty well, nowadays online comments about me have improved a lot. Sister Yao said there were many endorsements coming in, but I rejected them. I just want to focus on acting now." Wen Qiao, distracted, innocently sat on the chair and shared what happened during today’s recording, "I found out today that I’m actually afraid of heights because of the yellow card yesterday. The crew arranged for Qi Ming and me to do something different from the other three, having us pick coconuts. I freaked out when I looked down halfway up."

"Afraid of heights?" Fu Jinghen became tense unconsciously, moving to stand in front of Wen Qiao, examining her closely, "Did you get hurt?"

"How could that possibly happen? Who do you think I am?" Wen Qiao proudly wiggled her finger, "The crew was so scared by my stunt that they immediately changed our task, letting Qi Ming just pick three coconuts. I just sat below, drinking coconut juice while waiting for him."

"Oh, right. Speaking of this coconut juice, it’s super tasty when freshly picked from there. I bought some to bring back, sending some to your company’s address to share with Feng Li and the Four Golden Flowers in your CEO’s office."

Wen Qiao spoke enthusiastically, utterly unaware that Fu Jinghen’s expression turned increasingly indifferent after hearing "waiting for him."

Fu Jinghen somewhat roughly placed the wet towel over her head, causing Wen Qiao to cry out "ouch" and discontentedly slapped Fu Jinghen’s arm.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Jinghen calmly responded, "A mistake."

But the strength of his next move didn’t lessen at all, Wen Qiao felt as though her hair was about to be scrubbed off. She yanked down the towel and glared at him, "What’s the matter with you? Are you taking your bad mood out on me?"

Fu Jinghen didn’t answer.

Wen Qiao glared at him for a while, her eyes starting to water, but he remained silent.