CHAPTER 375: 373

Given Fu Jinghen’s actions, Wen Qiao treated him as merely a driver—he left as soon as they arrived at the station, without uttering any unnecessary words.

Her hand touched the seatbelt’s buckle, and just as she pressed it, a "click" sounded from beside her.

The next second, her hand was covered by a warm presence.

Wen Qiao turned her head, "Wha—"

The words she hadn’t managed to utter melted away with the man’s burning breath and the moist heat from his lips.

It seemed as though the air inside the car was sucked clean at that moment.

Fu Jinghen’s lips pressed against Wen Qiao’s, not lingering too long, just lightly sucking before pulling away.

He looked up, his eyes dark and swirling, drawing Wen Qiao in as if into a vortex.

Fu Jinghen’s hand was still on Wen Qiao’s cheek, gently caressing as he whispered softly, "You don’t want others to know about us, so I won’t take you inside. When you finish, message me, I’ll come to pick you up."

Wen Qiao nodded vaguely.

Another "click" sounded.

Her chest loosened, the seatbelt was undone.

"Go," Fu Jinghen pinched her cheek, "have a good shoot."

Wen Qiao continued to nod indiscriminately, but didn’t move, just staring blankly at Fu Jinghen.

Seeing this, Fu Jinghen smiled, "Not leaving? Can’t bear to part with me? Or—"

He leaned closer to Wen Qiao, "Still not satisfied?"

"....."

Wen Qiao suddenly snapped back to reality, pushing Fu Jinghen away, "What rubbish are you talking about, who let you kiss me?"

Fu Jinghen, pushed back, leaned on the backrest, in high spirits as he watched her blushing ears, "Should I submit a report before kissing you next time?"

"!"

"Nutcase."

Wen Qiao cursed him, hurriedly got out of the car, and then forcefully shut the car door.

Fu Jinghen sat in the car, watching Wen Qiao jog all the way inside until he could no longer see her. He then picked up his phone and sent her a message—

[Fu Jinghen: Don’t run too fast, be careful not to fall.]

After sending it, imagining Wen Qiao’s infuriated expression, he chuckled softly, started the car, and drove away.

When Wen Qiao ran inside, Director Zhang was pacing back and forth in the film set, holding his trademark thermal mug.

Turning his head, he saw Wen Qiao running towards him from afar.

He lowered his head, blew away the goji berries floating on top of the water, took a small sip, and when he looked up again, Wen Qiao was already near him.

Wen Qiao stopped, steadied her breath, and greeted him, "Good morning, Director Zhang."

"Hmm," Director Zhang asked perfunctorily, "Finished the show?"

Wen Qiao obediently replied, "Finished."

"Hmm."

"Then I’ll go do my makeup."

"Hmm."

Wen Qiao had just taken a step when she heard Director Zhang slowly advise her, "Don’t run too fast, don’t get hurt."

"...."

"If you get hurt and it affects the shooting schedule, I will ban a certain someone from visiting the set."

"....."

That certain someone, spoken of so spiritedly.

Wen Qiao stepped back, twiddled her hands in front of her like a schoolgirl being scolded, and assured Director Zhang obediently, "I understand, Director Zhang. Don’t worry; I won’t affect the shooting."

"Go on."

Wen Qiao turned around and walked forward, step by step.

Suddenly, a soft sigh came from behind her, followed by Director Zhang’s seemingly unintentional yet seemingly deliberate lament aimed for her to hear, "Still too inexperienced, how can you outwit Fu Jinghen, that fox..."