CHAPTER 474: CHAPTER 472: LOVE IS IMPOSSIBLE

"Turns out, from start to finish, you never even asked Qiaoqiao about her wishes before you just called off the engagement, did you?" Fu Qiang’s voice suddenly rose from behind the two.

Qi Ming jumped, turning to look, and saw his mom standing with plastic gloves on, one hand still holding a spatula.

"Mom, are you preparing to give my little uncle a beating?" Qi Ming asked with some excitement.

"This spatula still needs to be used for cooking. Using it to hit him would be a complete waste," Fu Qiang expressed her disdain for her brother without any mercy. Seeing that he didn’t speak, she elbowed him: "Speak up, was this all done on your own initiative?"

Fu Jinghen uttered a sound of affirmation.

The stone that had been weighing on his heart for an entire week finally hit the ground, and Fu Jinghen didn’t know how to describe his current emotions.

There was pleasure, there was annoyance.

At that time, when he heard those words, he should have pushed the door open and checked, instead of turning away and walking off. He shouldn’t have proposed to call off the engagement without fully understanding the truth.

He clearly had sensed the change in Wen Qiao’s feelings for him, how could he have been so easily shaken?

Fu Jinghen closed his eyes in remorse, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart.

Suddenly, a sharp pain transmitted through his shoulder. Fu Jinghen’s eyes snapped open, and Fu Qiang’s exasperated voice rang in his ears: "You didn’t even ask her, and you called off the engagement. It seems you’ve been the boss too long, developing a bad habit of acting autocratically. Is that mouth of yours only good for eating and nothing else?"

"Wow—" Seated beside Fu Jinghen, Qi Ming leaped to another armchair: "Mom, how could you strike without a warning? What if you accidentally hurt me?"

"Then you’d deserve it!" Fu Qiang said, hitting Fu Jinghen’s other shoulder with the spatula: "Qiaoqiao is your fiancée, not one of your employees. The engagement is a matter between the two of you. You should have sought her opinion before making any decisions. If only you’d asked her, things wouldn’t have become like this."

"Sister, I—"

Fu Jinghen opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but then he gave up.

Because there was no justification that could possibly defend his actions.

Fu Qiang was right, he’d been too dictatorial, presuming he was doing what was best for Wen Qiao when, in reality, he had never asked for her thoughts, never respected her desires.

He was also cowardly. If he had pushed open that door at that time to find out the truth, things wouldn’t have unfolded to this point.

Seeing that he still wanted to defend himself, Fu Qiang grew angrier, waving the spatula towards him.

Seeing this, Qi Ming quickly recorded a video and sent it to Wen Qiao.

[Qi Xiaoming: It’s rare to see my little uncle get beaten, sharing it with you to cheer you up.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Why not use a knife? Sister Fu Qiang is really gentle.]

"......"

Indeed, a woman’s heart is the most poisonous.

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That night at ten o’clock, the matter involving Shi Koufan, Wen Qiao, and Qi Ming escalated yet again.

This time it wasn’t the marketing accounts causing trouble, but the parties concerned stepping in to clarify.

After a call and discussion with Jiang Yao, Wen Qiao retweeted the marketing account’s post that self-proclaimed to have exposed her relationship with Shi Koufan, and accompanied it with the text—

@Wen Qiao: Falling in love is impossible for me now. I still have so much youth; I’m not ready to hang myself on one tree this early. Thanks to the marketing account brothers for putting me on the hot search again. Since that’s the case, let me take this opportunity to give a little promo. I hope everyone pays more attention to "Unexpected" oh~ [CuteJPG.][CuteJPG.][CuteJPG.]