CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 480: WHAT A PITY

Wen Qiao subconsciously looked up.

When she clearly saw the man at the bottom of the stairs and the car behind him, the first thought that popped into Wen Qiao’s head was—

License plates with triple eights, everyone in Jiang City knows whose car this is.

Her second thought was—

Damn it, Jiang Yao’s New Year predictions never come true, so why did it have to work this time?

Her third thought was—

Shi Koufan, that hindsight expert, only told her about the extra person half an hour before dinner. Doesn’t he have any basic manners?

The man standing at the bottom of the stairs held a cigarette between his fingertips, his legs crossed casually as he leaned against the polished black car. Seeing her come out, he extinguished the cigarette and stared steadily at her.

For a time, neither of them spoke, and a silent atmosphere gradually spread.

Finally, Fu Jinghen was the one who broke the silence, "I’ll take you there."

Wen Qiao pulled the corners of her mouth into an internationally approved standard smile, "Why bother President Fu, I can get there by myself."

"It’s no trouble," Fu Jinghen said, opening the passenger door as he tilted his head.

"....."

Wen Qiao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, I just remembered I left the water running in the bathroom at home. I should go check on it. You go ahead, President Fu."

Watching the woman’s face, which was clearly saying "I just don’t want to go with you," Fu Jinghen let out a laugh, "Scared?"

"....."

Wen Qiao’s footsteps halted, and her grip tightened on the mobile phone in her hands. A voice inside her head kept telling her—

This is reverse psychology, don’t fall for it! Don’t fall for it!! Don’t fall for it!!!

She stepped forward two paces and stood on the stairs, looking down at Fu Jinghen, "Are you provoking me?"

Fu Jinghen didn’t speak, just smiled.

That smile looked like a clear provocation to Wen Qiao, and she gripped her phone even tighter.

She was always magnanimous by nature, but she simply couldn’t accept being looked down upon by anyone, in any respect.

Especially since the person provoking her could be described as her "ex-husband," so even though she knew it was his attempt at goading her, Wen Qiao still couldn’t stand it.

And Fu Jinghen knew this all too well.

"Fine," Wen Qiao nodded, "you’ve succeeded."

She walked down the stairs in her high heels, took two stuttered steps, and gracefully sat in the car, looking straight ahead, "Let’s go, President Fu."

Fu Jinghen glanced down at the small woman sitting primly in the passenger seat, then suddenly leaned forward.

A shadow fell over her head, and Wen Qiao violently pulled the seat belt beside her and fastened it for herself, completing the entire action in less than three seconds.

After buckling up, she looked up at Fu Jinghen, "Sorry, President Fu, I prefer to take care of myself."

Fu Jinghen kept his bent posture, suddenly recalling the previous Wen Qiao who, despite being able to do anything herself, would insist on having him help her. He smiled ruefully, pressing down the bitterness in his heart, "It’s alright."

Fu Jinghen closed the car door, circled to the other side, sat in the car, and started the engine.

The restaurant booked by Shi Koufan was in the city center. The evening rush hour had passed, the traffic on the streets had eased, and they were fortunate to encounter green lights all the way, quickly arriving in front of the restaurant.

Considering the status of the people attending, the confidentiality of the restaurant Shi Koufan had chosen was naturally impeccable.

Once Fu Jinghen parked the car, Wen Qiao leisurely unbuckled her seat belt and politely thanked him, "Thank you, President Fu, for dropping me off on your way."

With a "click," Fu Jinghen also unfastened his seat belt and nodded, "You’re welcome."