CHAPTER 473: CHAPTER 471: WHAT MAKES YOU SO SURE THAT I LIKE YOU?

Qi Ming analyzed earnestly, "Women are creatures who say one thing but mean another. Just look at how every time my dad prepares a surprise for my mom, she complains, ’Oh, we’re an old couple now, why bother with all this?’ while her lips are curling into a smile. So, from what they say, you have to discern which parts are true and which are false."

"....."

Qi Ming shifted, kneeling on the couch and looking at Fu Jinghen, "Little Uncle, I know you’re used to being worshipped, but you can’t act all high and mighty when pursuing a girl, especially not with a woman like my Little Aunt who thinks ’If you are great, I’m even greater, let’s see who can outdo the other.’ You’ve got to approach her softly; if there’s a misunderstanding, go clear it up. If she’s still upset after that, go and comfort her. You can’t really stand to watch her end up with someone else, can you? Would you be okay with that?"

Fu Jinghen: "......"

He wouldn’t be okay with that.

"I don’t know where you got this idea, and I’m not sure if Little Aunt likes me the way you think, but I’m sure she doesn’t like me anymore."

Fu Jinghen glanced at him, "How can you be so sure?"

"Words alone prove nothing; let me show you."

Qi Ming pulled out his phone and right under Fu Jinghen’s eyes, sent Wen Qiao a message asking, "Do you still like me?"

Fu Jinghen glanced at their chatbox, noticing their conversation was still on the day they filmed the show last week, with Qi Ming’s message to her, "Director Li is looking for you."

Wen Qiao was playing with her phone and quickly replied with a voice message.

Qi Ming pressed the voice message and lifted his phone slightly as Wen Qiao’s deafening roar exploded from the speaker—

"How full of yourself are you? Is the 9.6 million square kilometers of our motherland not big enough to contain your huge face? Wen Qiao has lived for twenty years and I’ve never seen anyone so keen on inflating their ego. Do you have a hide as rare as crocodile skin? Are you as festive as the renminbi? Do you smell as sweet as roses? You have none of these; what makes you so sure I like you? Keep dreaming, moron!"

Wen Qiao was already simmering with anger about a trending topic, and Qi Ming’s oblivious self-admiration finally lit the fuse for the firecracker that was Wen Qiao.

After being scolded, Qi Ming looked expressionlessly at the Little Uncle seated beside him, "There, are you reassured now?"

Since she no longer liked him, what did that conversation he overheard mean then?

"She may not like me anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’d succeed if I pursued her."

"Oh, my dear uncle!" Qi Ming exclaimed, stomping his feet in frustration, "You haven’t even tried and already thinking so far ahead? Whether it’s successful or not, you have to try before you conclude anything! Plus, I think Little Aunt isn’t completely indifferent to you. Just the other day after we finished filming, she mentioned wanting to give you a surprise for your birthday."

"Filming?" Fu Jinghen caught onto this keyword, "When was this?"

"Yeah, just the other day at that dinner hosted by D brand. Zheng Chen was there too, he’s preparing for his next movie. Little Aunt seemed really interested, her agent had sent her photos over long ago. After meeting that day, Zheng Chen chose a scene for her to try out, and since I was spare, they pulled me in."

Qi Ming rapidly uttered a mouthful, "I digressed, digressed. Today’s focus should be getting you to win Little Aunt back. If you love her, don’t let her leave. Holding her tightly in your hands, keeping her by your side, that’s the most reassuring thing. Little Uncle, do you understand?"