CHAPTER 462: CHAPTER 460: HAVE A MEAL TOGETHER?

"..."

Lin Ruochun blinked and swallowed, removing the chopsticks from her mouth to take a look.

These disposable chopsticks were of really good quality; she had applied so much force, yet they didn’t break.

Wen Qiao didn’t hear Lin Ruochun speak out, so she glanced up at her and saw her staring at the chopsticks in her hand, she asked, "What’s wrong with your chopsticks?"

"Nothing much," Lin Ruochun mumbled. "Just thinking they’re pretty good quality."

"Really?"

"..."

Not really.

Lin Ruochun finally caught on and pushed the boxed meal in front of Wen Qiao aside, staring at her, "What did you just say? You and my brother——"

"Broke off the engagement."

Wen Qiao looked at her, completing her unfinished sentence.

"Why?" Lin Ruochun lifted her behind a bit and turned to face Wen Qiao directly. "Did you two have a disagreement? Or what? If he has bullied you, I’ll stand up for you."

"It’s not that," Wen Qiao said indifferently. "We just weren’t compatible, so we called it off."

Wen Qiao covered up the real reason, making up an excuse on the spot.

It’s not that Wen Qiao didn’t trust Lin Ruochun; mainly, she felt embarrassed to be the one who was dumped. Plus, she still didn’t know why Fu Jinghen wanted to break off their engagement.

"Just like that?" Lin Ruochun still found it unbelievable.

"Yeah," Wen Qiao said. "What else could it be?"

"..."

She really didn’t know...

"We didn’t have a foundation of affection to begin with, it was just an arranged union between families. After spending over two months together, we didn’t get along well, so we broke up," Wen Qiao grabbed her boxed meal again, picking up the chopsticks and segregating the shredded carrots as she spoke. "He’s not getting any younger, and I’m in the prime of my youth. Since we’re not suitable, it’s best not to waste each other’s time, and it’s better for both parties to split up sooner rather than later."

"... Yeah." Lin Ruochun looked at her and asked tentatively, "From what you’re saying, you didn’t break up with my brother because you thought he was too old, did you?"

"..."

Wen Qiao paused with her chopsticks and nodded, "If that’s how you want to understand it, then sure."

Since Fu Jinghen broke off the engagement without giving a reason, proclaiming her disdain for his age as a defense for her pride didn’t seem so bad.

It’s not like he would lose a chunk of flesh.

"...."

Lin Ruochun bit back into her chopsticks again, seeming troubled. "But isn’t there a trend for relationships with age differences these days? Men mature later anyway, and an older one is more likely to be caring."

Wen Qiao glanced at her. "Qin Xiang is also much older than you, yet I’ve never seen him being particularly caring. In fact, I’ve witnessed him ’snatching food from the jaws of death’ several times when we’re dining together."

With such a living example right in front of her, Lin Ruochun had nothing to say.

But she felt she still had to make amends for her brother’s and her best friend’s failed relationship: "But how can my brother be the same as him—mmph."

Lin Ruochun’s attempt at persuasion was abruptly cut off by a quail egg Wen Qiao had shoved into her mouth.

"Eat your meal. Ever heard of ’a done deal’? That’s what it is between Fu Jinghen and me, and there’s nothing you can say that will help. Stop worrying about it."

Lin Ruochun looked at her pitifully and resentfully crushed the quail egg in her mouth.

Her phone on the table lit up, and Wen Qiao picked it up to take a look.

It was a message from Shi Koufan.

[Shi Koufan: I have an event in Hang City, just so happens to be passing by your film crew. Free tonight? Let’s have dinner together?]