CHAPTER 407: CHAPTER 405: WONDERING, WILL I MARRY YOU?

"Wuhu, the guest’s attractiveness on this episode is so high."

"Wow, a Tomato Channel goddess, a female idol trained by Tomato Channel, a female lead from a Tomato Channel hit drama, a Tomato Channel host; has the production team contracted with Tomato Channel or something?"

"Directors, if Tomato Channel has kidnapped you, blink twice?"

"President Fu successfully held hands with Wen Qiao!"

"Looking around, Wen Qiao has the highest beauty, the others are just misshapen fruits."

"Can the trolls stirring up trouble just leave."

"How much do the derogatory comments cost per post? Include us all in the money-making, won’t you?"

"..."

As the veil blocking her view disappeared and Fu Jinghen’s face gradually appeared before her, Wen Qiao inexplicably felt as if they were really holding a wedding ceremony.

She thought she might like Fu Jinghen just a little more than she had realized.

At this thought, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle to herself.

Initially, when she had just arrived, she had thought about setting Fu Jinghen up with Wen Shu, but she didn’t know when it started—the jokes she used to make without any concerns now made her feel uncomfortable just thinking about them.

She even felt a slight jealousy towards Wen Shu, who was loved by Fu Jinghen in the original story.

In fact, after spending so much time with the characters from the book, Wen Qiao knew they were people with flesh, blood, and independent thoughts, not just one-sided figments of imagination.

They were changing because of her arrival, even rewriting the plots already set in the original text.

Thus, she couldn’t interact with these people based solely on the plot she knew.

But a woman’s mind works in such a way; even a false setting could cause them to sulk, let alone the clearly written love of Fu Jinghen for Wen Shu.

Seeing her staring blankly at him, Fu Jinghen was curious, "What are you thinking about?"

The remaining four pairs of members were busy greeting each other, so their talking was not unusual.

"Thinking—if this really was a wedding, would I marry you?" Wen Qiao raised her hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at Fu Jinghen.

Fu Jinghen visibly faltered.

It was as if all the surrounding noises suddenly vanished, and everyone else had turned into mere backdrops, with Wen Qiao smiling beautifully at him, his eyes holding only her image.

The pause was but a moment, yet quite obvious.

Wen Qiao felt more certain about her previous guess.

She heard Fu Jinghen ask her, "Would you?"

"Guess?" Wen Qiao tilted her head and flirtatiously blinked at him, "If you guess right, I’ll tell you."

Even if she felt more certain about that guess, Wen Qiao did not want to let him know her feelings until she was completely sure of Fu Jinghen’s intentions.

Not for any other reason.

She just wanted to hear Fu Jinghen say he loved her first.

Fu Jinghen’s heart was in suspense, neither rising nor falling, yet he was helpless with Wen Qiao: "No matter if you would or not, you will end up marrying me. We are already engaged."

His tone carried a certain conviction, as if trying to convince someone.

"That’s not necessarily true."

Instinctively wanting to poke him with her finger, Wen Qiao lifted her hand halfway but remembered the cameras were watching, and awkwardly changed course to fiddle with her hair, her playful tone undiminished: "Dating can end in breakups, marriages can end in divorce, let alone we are only engaged."