CHAPTER 428: CHAPTER 426: THE WOMAN WHO COVETS HER OWN MAN’S GOOD LOOKS

"So shall we exchange secrets?" Feng Susu thought for a moment. "Shall I tell you about the last man I slept with?"

"?"

Playing for such high stakes?

Without waiting for Wen Qiao’s consent, Feng Susu leaned close to her ear and whispered a name, and, concerned about her credibility, she also told Wen Qiao that the man had a light brown birthmark on the front of his chest.

There really was no need to be so specific.

Feng Susu appeared unperturbed: "Just so you don’t think I’m lying to you, I told you in detail. You can even check for yourself if you want."

"....."

Wen Qiao felt like her brain was jammed and couldn’t quite process it.

Feng Susu felt she had said all that was necessary and glanced at Wen Qiao. "You should not mind that much, right?"

"......"

Wen Qiao’s emotions were very complex, unprecedentedly so.

To say she minded, it seemed that after what Feng Susu did, she didn’t, but to say she didn’t mind, it seemed there was still some unease.

Seeing this, Feng Susu sighed, "This question is somewhat idiotic. Let me put it another way, you’re not going to whisper in President Fu’s ear and get him to blackball me, are you?"

"... No."

Wen Qiao struggled for a while before squeezing out those two words.

"That’s settled then. Anyway, if you go back on your word later, I’ll just blow the whistle, and we can go down together."

Feng Susu nodded in agreement, found the dazed look on Wen Qiao’s face quite adorable, and pinched her cheek: "So we’ve happily decided this. You should go have your breakfast."

"......"

Wen Qiao had just turned around when suddenly there was a "snap" behind her. She looked back to see Feng Susu, who had returned and was clinging to the doorframe of her room.

"You, is there something else?"

"Well, I actually quite admire President Fu’s face. I was wondering, when did you and President Fu start? When do you plan to end it? I would like to try again—"

Wen Qiao interrupted her with a dark face, "Don’t even think about it, and stop harboring those... thoughts about my fiancé."

"?"

Feng Susu was shocked, her voice low but sharp with excitement: "Fiancé?"

"The ring on Fu Jinghen’s middle finger is an engagement ring, not a decoration. I have the matching one. If you don’t believe it, I can show you," said Wen Qiao expressionlessly. "Or, he’s right next door; I can take you to see him."

"No, no need."

Feng Susu straightened up and bowed slightly to Wen Qiao: "I’m sorry, that was presumptuous of me."

"...."

Wen Qiao’s expression crackled slightly.

Why doesn’t Feng Susu ever play by the rules!

Feng Susu raised her head, her expression serious: "Rest assured, President Fu has been added to my permanent blacklist. From now on, I’ll steer clear of him whenever he’s around."

Wen Qiao nodded slowly.

"Then I’m off, you take your time with breakfast."

After Feng Susu finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Qiao’s reaction, she quickly walked away as if her feet had wheels.

"....."

It’s not like she wanted to kill her.

Why the hurry?

Wen Qiao closed the door and sat down on the small sofa, laying out the items from the bag one by one.

Looking at the colorful macarons and vegetable sandwich on the table, Wen Qiao found herself in a dilemma for the first time.

Should she eat the apology breakfast sent by a woman who coveted her man, or not?

Before this morning, Wen Qiao could never have imagined Feng Susu would be such a character.

Capable of expressing her desire for a man even more blatantly than she could.