CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 383: SO, I’M THAT CONDITION?

Wen Qiao’s eyes lit up the moment she saw that box of pudding, unable to wait as she pulled out a chair and sat down. She casually placed her phone on the table and reached out for the box of pudding.

Before her hand even touched the edge of the packaging, Xiao Chu lightly tapped it with chopsticks, "Eat your meal first."

Wen Qiao gave Xiao Chu a pitiful glance and, seeing no sign of her relenting, took the chopsticks. Then, she gave another pitiful look toward the box of pudding, pushed it slightly away, and began to eat her meal.

How could Fu Jinghen fail to notice the change in Wen Qiao’s expression in that instant? With a bit of thought, he guessed what the two people on the other end of the video were up to, sneaking around.

With the emperor far away, he couldn’t control Wen Qiao, so he acted as if he knew nothing.

"Didn’t eat lunch?"

Wen Qiao sipped her porridge in small bites. "No, I had a bit, but I didn’t have much appetite."

Fu Jinghen’s expression became a bit more serious. "Not feeling hungry? Are you unwell?"

"It’s not that..." Wen Qiao seemed to struggle to say it: "I ate a few too many dumplings this morning and felt stuffed."

Fu Jinghen: "....."

Xiao Chu: "....."

Indeed, you have the nerve to say it out loud.

Seeing Fu Jinghen’s speechlessness, Wen Qiao began to explain: "It’s not my fault. Xiao Chu said she was going to buy dumplings for me this morning. Then, those dumplings were quite large, and the boss made them really tasty, so I couldn’t stop myself and ate a few too many... If there’s anyone to blame, it’s the boss’s excellent cooking skills. I’ll go learn from him someday and make them for you when I get home."

"......"

With Wen Qiao saying so much, Fu Jinghen couldn’t think of any other response than to nod.

He couldn’t bear to scold her, so he just went along with it.

He glanced at the calendar on the table, where a date was circled with a pen.

"I’ll come to see you on Saturday."

"Saturday?" Wen Qiao pondered with her chopsticks in her mouth: "Chinese Valentine’s Day?"

"Hmm." Fu Jinghen asked indifferently, "Is that a problem?"

Wen Qiao looked toward Xiao Chu, who instantly understood and pulled out her phone to show the memo to Wen Qiao.

The memo listed Wen Qiao’s schedule for the upcoming week. She paid special attention to Saturday and said, "It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I have a variety show recording on Saturday."

Saying this, Wen Qiao put on a flattering and pleasing expression: "President Fu, let’s discuss something."

"....."

By the looks of it.

It probably can’t be anything good.

"Let’s hear it."

"When I was recording the first episode of the show, remember how Qi Ming accidentally put out the match? Then, to get out, we made a deal with the director, and I told them about your connection with Qi Ming."

"Hmm." Fu Jinghen didn’t show much reaction: "So, I’m the condition?"

"Congratulations, you got it right!"

"Why didn’t you tell the director about our relationship?"

Wen Qiao blinked: "We’re secretly married, aren’t we?"

"......"

"Now that I’ve said it, I can’t take it back. It’s reasonable for you to go on a variety show with your own artist, right? So, could you do me a favor, President Fu?"

Wen Qiao looked pitifully at him through the video, her hands together beside her face as she tilted her head to one side, her tone soft and her face clearly begging for agreement.

With her trump card dealt, how could Fu Jinghen possibly refuse?

It’s just a pity that on their first Chinese Valentine’s Day after getting engaged, they would have to spend it with a bunch of unrelated third wheels.

Fu Jinghen smiled somewhat helplessly, meeting Wen Qiao’s pitiful gaze with a nod: "Alright."