CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 411: SHE CAN’T HOLD ON ANYMORE

The faint scent of roses lingered around the two of them, carving a sliver of ambiguous emotions amidst the noisy market.

Fu Jinghen’s gaze lowered onto her slightly parted lips, his Adam’s apple moved, and his hand around Wen Qiao’s shoulder tightened before finally letting go.

He raised his hand to remove the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth, "If you want them, I can figure something out."

The man’s voice was slightly husky, but with the market’s bustle as cover, it wasn’t very noticeable.

Wen Qiao’s eyes lit up, and she nodded, "Sure."

Whether the flowers were important or not was beside the point; she mainly wanted to see what kind of method Fu Jinghen could come up with.

The man led her through the market, twisting and turning, and stopped at a certain spot after about three or four minutes.

Wen Qiao looked around at the crowd that had gathered, poking her head out from behind Fu Jinghen to take a look.

In front of them was a small pub with an open-air terrace outside, surrounded by a fence. On the terrace, there was a microphone, a chair, a keyboard, and a guitar.

At the entrance of the pub was a small blackboard that read—

Welcoming all talented folks to show off their singing skills.

An unbelievable idea rose in Wen Qiao’s mind; she looked at Fu Jinghen, "You’re not going to perform to earn money for the flowers, are you?"

Wen Qiao, her hands clinging to Fu Jinghen’s arm and looking up at him, was truly adorable. Fu Jinghen rubbed her head and smiled, "Indeed, that’s what I had in mind."

Wen Qiao opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, her heart swelling up for a moment.

She murmured, "I didn’t really want them that much..."

"Then just think of it as something I wanted to give you," Fu Jinghen said.

"....."

The tenderness and indulgence in the man’s eyes were captivating, and coupled with his current words, it was like a double blow that sent people off.

Wen Qiao hadn’t come back to her senses even after Fu Jinghen went up to talk to the boss.

Had this man suddenly had a burst of inspiration?

He was spilling sweet nothings without end.

At least give her a chance to buffer, damn it.

She really couldn’t handle it.

Someone nearby recognized Wen Qiao, stared at her, and hesitantly asked, "Excuse me, are you Wen Qiao?"

Wen Qiao came back to her senses and nodded to the girl in front of her, "I am."

"Damn, it really is Wen Qiao, a star, a living star."

Her shout drew the attention of the people around them.

After getting a positive response, the girl immediately turned to share the news with her companions, excited that she had seen a live celebrity.

Her companion, shaken until her eyes rolled, broke free from her hands, "I’m not blind, I see her too. And she looks better in person than in pictures."

Wen Qiao: "....."

Should she thank them now?

The girl calmed her excitement a bit and then saw the cameraman behind Wen Qiao, "Are you guys filming a show?"

Before Wen Qiao had a chance to answer, the girl excitedly asked again, "Is it the variety show ’Unexpected’?"

Wen Qiao nodded.

"Ah, I can’t take it anymore, watching the live broadcast at the hotel would’ve been better," the girl shook her companion again, "It’s all your fault for dragging me out on this lousy Chinese Valentine’s Day. I missed the live broadcast. I am a fan of her looks, ahhhhh!"

Watching her companion being shaken like a bobblehead, Wen Qiao said, "Well... I’m standing right in front of you now. Isn’t it even better to see me in person?"

"......."