CHAPTER 432: CHAPTER 430: WEN SHU’S CONDITION

The word "her" hadn’t even escaped his lips before he felt the atmosphere around him change for the worse, realizing what he had just blurted out, Cheng Jue wished he could slap himself in the face.

When would he ever learn to stop running his mouth?

Fu Jinghen’s breezy tone sounded by Cheng Jue’s ear, "Go on, why did you stop, continue."

"....."

Who the hell would dare continue?

By this point, Cheng Jue dared not even look at Fu Jinghen. Fortunately, they had reached the car, and Cheng Jue quickened his pace to the passenger side, opening the door, "Bro, get in."

The change in topic was indeed abrupt.

Luckily, Fu Jinghen didn’t trouble him further. After looking at the car, he asked, "Newly bought?"

"......" Cheng Jue tensed up, replying softly, "Yeah."

Unexpectedly, Fu Jinghen said nothing, just leaned in and sat in the car.

Cheng Jue breathed a sigh of relief, quickly shut the door, and placed the luggage in the back seat.

As they were exiting the parking lot and approaching a fork in the road, Fu Jinghen suddenly spoke, "Let’s go to your house first."

"Huh?" Cheng Jue was confused: "My house? Why? You miss my mom’s cooking? I’ll call her now."

"No need." Fu Jinghen stopped his hand, nodding towards the road ahead, "Turn here."

After that, he closed his eyes.

Cheng Jue, puzzled, dared not disturb him, silently turned the steering wheel, and headed towards his house.

Afraid of speaking more and making a mistake, Cheng Jue kept his mouth shut the entire way. The car stopped at his house, and before he could even speak, Fu Jinghen opened his eyes, stepped out of the car, and walked away.

Seeing this, Cheng Jue quickly followed.

Seeing Fu Jinghen walking towards him, Cheng Jue suddenly had a bad feeling, "Bro, what are you doing?"

Fu Jinghen brushed him aside, opened the driver’s side door, and sat down. As the window lowered, revealing his profile, he said, "Tidy up your frivolous thoughts. When you get your mind straight and find a serious girlfriend to make your mom feel at ease, then come and ask me for your precious car."

With that, Fu Jinghen stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out of Cheng Jue’s line of sight.

Standing there and inhaling a mouthful of car exhaust, Cheng Jue stared at his front door, blinking.

He knew it. How had his brother suddenly become kind-hearted? So he was waiting for this moment.

Fuck!

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As soon as Wen Qiao and Qi Ming disembarked from the plane and met the waiting Zhao Chu, the three of them hurried back to the film set.

Normally at such times, Director Zhang would not ask her to continue filming, but today he had sent her a message to report directly to the set after landing.

After checking Director Zhang’s message, Wen Qiao stepped aside to inform Fu Jinghen she was safe while saying, "Director Zhang is really weird today, telling me to go straight to makeup without letting on that it was his call."

"It might be because some not-so-nice comments about you have surfaced in the production team while you were gone."

"What comments?" Wen Qiao asked.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Zhao Chu turned around and said, "I don’t know why, but Wen Shu hasn’t been in good form lately. She sometimes needs multiple takes to get a single scene right, and everyone else has to redo their parts over and over. It’s hot, and everyone is probably a bit discontent, and then there were remarks about you being lucky, not getting yelled at, or having to redo scenes repeatedly."

"Wen Shu?" Qi Ming looked up from his phone: "Why’s her form off?"

"I don’t know." Zhao Chu shook his head. "Maybe you should ask her yourself later."