CHAPTER 490: 488TH PALM: STALKING PERVERT

Wen Qiao had been immersed in her anger that Fu Jinghen had not tried to keep her around, completely missing the content of their conversation. Now, hearing Xiao Chu’s words, she slowly raised an eyebrow, "So, what do you two think I would choose?"

Xiao Chu pushed Jiang Yao forward again, "She said you would definitely go with President Fu, and even told the driver not to wait for you."

"Oh?" Wen Qiao turned to look at Jiang Yao and smiled, "Is that so?"

At this moment, Jiang Yao couldn’t bother to settle scores with Xiao Chu. She laughed awkwardly, "No, how could that be? Fu Jinghen was so determined to call off the engagement before, and now he regrets it and comes chasing after you. If you were swayed by a few sweet words, where would that leave us? Our Qiaoqiao isn’t the kind of person to lose her dignity like that. Even if Fu Jinghen is impressive, in front of our Qiaoqiao, he can only tuck his tail between his legs."

Jiang Yao relentlessly dished out these flattering words as if they cost her nothing, pulling Fu Jinghen down a peg in the process.

Wen Qiao waved her hand gracefully, "Alright, that’s enough."

Jiang Yao immediately stopped, took Wen Qiao’s wrist, and helped her into the car, then turned to tell the driver, "Sir, let’s go."

"Okay."

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Ten minutes after the car had left the parking lot, Wen Qiao’s mind was still bustling with thoughts.

The central figure in her thoughts was still that unrelenting Fu Jinghen, who knew only how to hold back but not how to face difficulties.

Just when she was about to mentally "flog" Fu Jinghen for the eighteenth time, the driver in the front suddenly said, "Miss Wen, there’s a car that has been following us since we left the parking lot. It must be looking for you."

Wen Qiao let out an "Ah" and sat up straight to look back.

The black Rolls Royce followed leisurely behind her humble nanny car, its bold license plate number potentially dazzling many onlookers.

Wen Qiao: "......"

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu also looked back, Xiao Chu said in surprise, "President Fu is playing the creepy stalker."

Wen Qiao: "......"

Jiang Yao corrected, "What creepy stalker? This is clearly a nefarious plot."

Wen Qiao, massaging her forehead with a headache, said, "Driver, pull over for a moment."

The nanny car signaled with its right indicator and pulled over. The car behind them did the same.

Wen Qiao got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side of the Rolls Royce, tapping on the window with her finger.

Fu Jinghen rolled down the window, leaned back, and looked at her with a gentle smile, "What’s up?"

Looking through dark sunglasses, Wen Qiao looked down at him, "What’s this act you’re putting on now?"

"Wasn’t it you who said that opportunities must be seized?" Fu Jinghen winked, one hand on the steering wheel, "I’m here seizing one."

"......"

Wen Qiao opened her mouth, seemed unsure of what to say, uttered "I" and fell silent.

"You have the right to refuse, and I have the right to pursue."

"......"

Pretty eloquent.

Wen Qiao crossed her arms, "How come I never realized you had such a shameless side before?"

"A little thickness in the skin is necessary to chase after the person one likes," Fu Jinghen said, pointing at her.

Wen Qiao’s eyelid twitched at the word "likes", "But your approach is causing me trouble. Imagine, your flashy Rolls Royce tailing my humble nanny car, it’s like something out of a fast-paced thriller."

"I’ll keep a good distance. I’ll leave after I’ve seen you to the airport," Fu Jinghen added. "Every time you went to Hang City before, I took you there. I wouldn’t feel right not doing it this time."