CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 378: YOU HAVE QUITE GOOD LUCK WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX

Wen Qiao went over the sentence in her mind twice, which made her drowsiness slightly disappear. She straightened up a bit, "Pretty much, my first day on set was when he picked me up from the airport. He has also taken good care of me since then. We are only a few years apart in age, and it seems he hasn’t even graduated from university yet... we can still hang out well together."

Thinking about the early days when she just joined the group, every time she got into a dispute with Lin Ruochun, it was always Song Qian who played the mediator. Sometimes, they would even make him judge who was right and who was wrong. He would look so awkward being caught in the middle, not wanting to offend either side, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Only a few years apart...

Still hasn’t graduated from university...

For Fu Jinghen, who had graduated from university several years ago and said goodbye to his student days once and for all, these few words were like tiny arrows, which zipped straight into his heart.

Why is everyone younger than him?

He had not even had time to stew in his irritated feelings when he heard Wen Qiao’s laughter.

At the traffic light ahead, which just turned red, he pressed the brake, rested his arm on the car window, and looked over to Wen Qiao, "What are you laughing about?"

"It’s just that Lin Ruochun and I didn’t get along at all in the beginning. She could never win an argument against me and was always looking to stir trouble. A couple of teases from me would easily set her off, and Song Qian would inevitably end up being the sandwich cookie."

Wen Qiao said, "Whenever the three of us got a break together, we’d play games on set. Lin Ruochun really lived up to the phrase ’bad skills but a big addiction’. Song Qian and I couldn’t carry her at all, so we just ended up duo queuing without her. She would get so mad that she’d jump up and down, wanting to snatch my phone, but she didn’t have the guts."

Although the focus of Wen Qiao’s story was Lin Ruochun, to Fu Jinghen’s ears, it was as if a filter was installed, automatically filtering out Lin Ruochun’s existence, and filling his head were phrases like "Song Qian and I" and "duo queue" buzzing around chaotically.

The light turned green, and Fu Jinghen eased off the brake, his tone still unchanged, "You seem to have quite a charm with the opposite sex."

"It’s alright," Wen Qiao did not catch any signs of misstep, "I’ve been pretty popular with boys since I was little. When I was in kindergarten, boys liked to give me chocolates. Then, as I got older, confessions paired with chocolates came along."

Fu Jinghen: "?"

Why does this sound like you’re quite proud?

I’m here feeling upset, and you didn’t notice, but instead, you’re showing off?

Fu Jinghen felt like he was holding his breath, stuck somewhere between uncomfortable and resigned.

But having navigated the corporate world for years, he rarely let his emotions show, let alone feeling jealous over little boys...

Too juvenile.

It didn’t suit his demeanor at all.

Fu Jinghen merely "hmm"-ed, "Eating too many sweets is bad for your teeth and can accelerate aging. You should cut down in the future."

"?"

Wen Qiao was puzzled by the sudden shift from casual chat to a mini science lesson. She nodded, "I rarely eat them."

A few seconds later, something occurred to her, and she asked excitedly, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Did girls chase after you when you were in school? Like writing love letters or something?" Wen Qiao thought for a moment and said, "When I was in school, we confessed over WeChat, so being rejected wasn’t too embarrassing, but...you’re seven years older than me. Mobile phones weren’t that common back in your school days, right? There must have been girls writing you love letters, right?"

You’re seven years older than me...

Another arrow struck Fu Jinghen’s heart.