CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 396: TREAT HIM AS A SUBSTITUTE

Wen Qiao pressed her hand against the mattress, then looked over at him, "Can you get used to this bed?"

"I don’t know," Fu Jinghen said. "I’ve never slept on it before."

He was extremely particular about his sleeping environment, and the firmness of the bed largely determined his sleep quality.

When traveling, he always stayed in top-floor suites, and had never actually slept in a standard room.

Wen Qiao knew about his pickiness when it came to sleep, unlike her, who could fall asleep anywhere, even in the middle of the street, and still sleep soundly.

Hearing this, she couldn’t help but worry, "Should I go to the front desk and upgrade you to a suite? Although it’s only for one night, if you don’t sleep well, you won’t have energy for tomorrow’s shooting."

Director Li had considered booking Fu Jinghen a more comfortable suite, but feared it might cause imbalance among the others.

Although, with Fu Jinghen’s status, he did not seem like someone who would conform to local customs; rather, he seemed like someone who would make the "locals conform to his customs." But if they upgraded everyone’s rooms to suites, the budget of the program group was tight.

After all, the initial funds for the program were spent on inviting guests and choosing recording locations, so they had to save wherever else they could.

Fu Jinghen’s gaze hadn’t left Wen Qiao; seeing her frowning at the bed, he asked, "Worried about me?"

"Yes," Wen Qiao responded naturally. "This is kind of my turf, you came because I invited you, so as the host, I should of course take good care of you."

Fu Jinghen selectively ignored the latter part of her statement, his mind retaining only the "Yes."

He suddenly smiled. "No need, I can get used to it. Besides, Director Li offered to change my room, but I refused."

Wen Qiao wanted to say more, but Fu Jinghen looked behind her. "What are you holding?"

"Oh, this—" Wen Qiao brought her other hand from behind her back, holding a pair of gold-framed glasses, and offered them to Fu Jinghen, "For you, want to try them on?"

For him?

A gift?

Fu Jinghen bent down, "You put them on me."

Wen Qiao naturally wouldn’t refuse, and stepped forward to put the gold-framed glasses on him.

As soon as the glasses were in place, Wen Qiao’s eyes brightened.

Fu Jinghen was wearing a casual dress shirt today with no tie and the first two buttons undone. The shirt was tucked into his pants, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

His originally reserved demeanor gained a touch of scholarly disarray with the glasses.

Looking at his handsome face so close by, Wen Qiao couldn’t control her attraction and kissed his cheek, changing her form of address, "Mr. Fu is really handsome."

Fu Jinghen did not stand up, still maintaining his bent-over posture, his hand reached behind her to encircle her waist, "Do you like seeing me wear glasses?"

"I do," Wen Qiao nodded with a smile. "Last time during the program, I saw Qi Ming wearing glasses like these, and I thought right away that you would look even better in them."

"Crash."

Fu Jinghen felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him.

He thought the glasses were a gift from Wen Qiao.

It turned out she thought Qi Ming looked good wearing glasses and he was just a substitute.

Watching Fu Jinghen’s smile fade, Wen Qiao tentatively asked, "You don’t like them?"

"....."

"Then let’s take them off."

Wen Qiao said, reaching out to remove them.