CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 419: ROOM CARD

Director Li turned his head and glared at Wen Qiao, signaling her to shut up.

Wen Qiao nonchalantly nodded and flashed an "ok" sign.

"The child is young and doesn’t know any better and is stubborn about saving face, President Fu, please don’t take it to heart," Director Li said to Fu Jinghen with an apologetic smile. "We are truly blessed by your presence, President Fu. This afternoon’s live broadcast was extremely successful, and you seemed so natural in front of the camera that no one could tell you were acting."

It wasn’t even flattery; in that afternoon’s live broadcast, their genuinely affectionate manner in front of the camera was undeniable.

Fu Jinghen smiled ambiguously, without making a reply.

Acting?

He wasn’t acting.

The elevator doors opened, and Director Li raised his hand: "President Fu, after you."

Fu Jinghen nodded slightly and stepped into the elevator, followed closely by Director Li, with Wen Qiao trailing slowly behind.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wen Qiao spotted the man’s hand blocking the side of the elevator doors, and she looked up at Fu Jinghen.

Seeing that he was still chatting happily with Director Li, Wen Qiao quietly rolled her eyes.

Keep on pretending.

Let’s see how long he can keep it up.

The elevator reached their floor, and the three of them stepped out.

Their rooms were close to each other, so Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen couldn’t show anything outwardly.

After using the room card to open the door, Wen Qiao casually glanced next door, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the man’s shadow.

Wen Qiao felt like she had bet all her breath on this moment and promptly swung open her door and entered.

With a loud "bang," the door slammed shut with a resounding impact.

Director Li, who had just entered his room without closing the door, jumped at the sound.

What?

Had he spoken too harshly and actually hurt Wen Qiao’s pride?

Director Li pondered for a moment as he looked at the tightly closed door across from his, then he closed his own door.

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Once inside his room, Fu Jinghen took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a room card.

Drawing a cigarette from the pack and clenching it between his teeth, the faint sound of a lighter echoed in the unlit room. A small flame suddenly appeared, illuminating the man’s profile.

Fu Jinghen took a drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled, the white smoke swirling around and clouding his vision.

The black and gold room card next to the cigarette pack reflected a weak light from the flame. As the flame dissipated, the card was swallowed up by the darkness once more.

Fu Jinghen snorted lightly and flippantly tossed the room card into the trash.

Recalling the woman’s clumsy acting and her transparent thoughts, a hint of coldness and disdain crossed Fu Jinghen’s eyes.

Then, he thought again of the little woman next door, the one whose acting when throwing tantrums before him wasn’t any better, yet somehow always managed to make him willingly immerse himself in it.

The phone on the table suddenly lit up, and Fu Jinghen glanced down; it was a message from Cheng Jue.

[Qin Laoer’s Dad: Bro, when are you heading back to Jiang City?]

[Fu Jinghen: Something wrong?]

[Qin Laoer’s Dad: No... just asking.]

[Qin Laoer’s Dad: Before you come back, send me your flight number, and I’ll pick you up at the airport.]

[Fu Jinghen: What trouble have you gotten into this time?]

[Qin Laoer’s Dad: What do you mean ’trouble again’? I genuinely miss you.]

......

Being told by a man that he missed him late at night was somehow quite strange.

Fu Jinghen tugged at the corner of his mouth and switched off the phone.

The room returned to darkness once more, with only the flickering crimson glow held between his fingernails.

After finishing his cigarette, Fu Jinghen turned and walked towards the bathroom.