CHAPTER 510: CHAPTER 508: DO YOU PREFER SUBTLE OR UNRESTRAINED?

"I think I really do know why he sent me pajamas," Wen Qiao said, lifting her chin mysteriously, "Secret."

Jiang Yao asked curiously, "Why?"

"Not telling you," Wen Qiao said with a mysterious lift of her chin, "It’s a secret."

"......"

Wen Qiao closed the box and carried it into the bedroom, placing it in the wardrobe.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Fu Jinghen.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I received the pajamas.]

[Fu Jinghen: Do you still like them?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: They’re okay, but why did you think to send me pajamas?]

[Fu Jinghen: I thought they were very suited to you.]

Wen Qiao laughed at this nonsensical reply.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Oh, I see. And here I thought you meant what Jiang Yao said.]

[Fu Jinghen: What did she say?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: She said pajamas are for sleeping, and you giving me pajamas meant you wanted to ’sleep’ with me.]

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"Cough—cough, cough."

When Fu Jinghen read this message, he was sitting at the dining table having breakfast, and he choked on his coffee, coughing violently.

Fu Qiang and Qi Ming looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Qi Ming handed over a tissue: "Wipe it up quickly."

Fu Jinghen took it.

Fu Qiang, seeing her extremely image-conscious and polite younger brother lose composure at the dining table for the first time, keenly sensed that something was off. Her sharp eyes swiveled to the phone beside him: "Who were you chatting with just now?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Qi Ming glanced at Fu Qiang, his eyes full of ’how can you be so clueless’: "He must have been chatting with Little Aunt. When else have you seen my little uncle use his phone while eating?"

"Makes sense," Fu Qiang nodded, "What were you chatting about that made you spit out your coffee?"

Fu Jinghen calmed himself down: "Nothing."

In order to avoid further questioning, Fu Jinghen put down his chopsticks and stood up from his chair: "I’m off to the company."

Fu Qiang and Qi Ming simultaneously watched Fu Jinghen’s departing figure, then simultaneously turned back, exchanging glances.

Fu Qiang asked, "What do you think Qiaoqiao said to him?"

Qi Ming, with a thoughtful tone, said: "Although I’m not sure about the specifics, judging by my little uncle’s reaction, it definitely wasn’t anything normal."

"You don’t need to tell me that."

"Ai Mama, let me tell you, when I passed by the study yesterday, I saw my little uncle with a springtime smile. Your sister-in-law should be back before long."

Fu Qiang shook her head: "I hope Qiaoqiao doesn’t forgive my little uncle too soon. He needs to suffer a little."

"?"

Is this what an elder sister should be like?

-

Fu Jinghen sat in the car, unable to start it for quite some time.

He looked at the message from Wen Qiao in their conversation and unconsciously conjured up previous intimate moments with her from his memory, replaying them.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the burst of heat rising within him.

His fingers danced across the screen, replying to Wen Qiao’s message.

[Fu Jinghen: Do you prefer a more implicit man or a more expressive one?]

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Wen Qiao had expected Fu Jinghen to be silent for a while after sending that message, and by the time she received his reply, she was already on the car to the film studio.

Seeing the jarringly out-of-context question, Wen Qiao was caught off guard and confusedly replied: Are you trying to change the subject?

[Fu Jinghen: Answer me first.]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: It depends on the situation.]