CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 544: YOU MADE IT, ALL COMFORTABLE

A scent exclusively belonging to women rushed into Fu Jinghen’s nostrils all at once, and his gaze lingered inch by inch across Wen Qiao’s face.

As he looked at her, so close at hand, Fu Jinghen’s hands at his side moved slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he slightly averted his eyes as if to restrain something.

After the pillow was adjusted, Wen Qiao sat up straight, "Lean back and try it; if it’s not comfortable, I can adjust it for you."

With the rose scent dissipating a bit, Fu Jinghen obediently shifted backward, leaning on the soft pillow, and nodded, "It’s comfortable because you made it."

"..."

It was comfortable enough, but why add a "because you made it" premise?

Wen Qiao couldn’t be bothered to quibble with him about this. Just as she was about to sit back down, she felt a tight grip on her wrist. She looked down to see the man’s hand clutching her wrist. He waited a few seconds, as if to see if she would shrug him off, then slowly slid down and loosely held her palm.

Wen Qiao glanced at their clasped hands, said nothing, hooked her foot backward to drag the chair closer, and plopped down.

Once seated, she looked up to see Fu Jinghen smiling brightly at her.

"....."

Wen Qiao instinctively moved her hand, and the next second, the grip on her hand tightened.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qiao lifted their hands, shaking them slightly, "Gripping so tightly, are you afraid I’ll run away?"

Fu Jinghen nodded.

"..."

At least he was honest.

A mutual silent agreement descended between them, and the room suddenly became quiet.

After a while, feeling that the quietness was somewhat strange, Wen Qiao took out her phone to scroll through her social network to pass the time. The moment she opened WeChat, she suddenly remembered that she had left so late that she was likely to return only tomorrow morning. To be safe, she sent Qi Ming a message explaining that she had something to do and would be back in the morning, and asked him to cover for her if the director noticed and asked.

Qi Ming quickly replied, asking what she was doing out so late, whether she was alone or with someone else.

As Wen Qiao was pondering whether to tell him the truth, she heard Fu Jinghen’s phone chime.

Wen Qiao’s eyelid twitched, instinctively feeling that the message on Fu Jinghen’s phone must be from Qi Ming.

She looked thoughtfully at the phone resting on the nightstand.

Fu Jinghen wasn’t particularly attentive to the noise from his phone; his focus was always on Wen Qiao. Seeing her glance at his phone, he shifted slightly and, with his other hand that had a needle inserted, picked up the phone and handed it to Wen Qiao.

As the phone with the lit screen was handed to her, Wen Qiao’s first notice was of Fu Jinghen’s hand, where the needle was inserted.

"I told you not to move around, is your ear just for decoration?" she chided.

Wen Qiao quickly pulled the phone away and tossed it onto the bed, glaring fiercely at Fu Jinghen.

Being scolded, Fu Jinghen was still in good spirits, "Didn’t you want to look?"

"Could you not have used your other hand?" she retorted.

Fu Jinghen gestured with his chin toward the hands they had together, indicating, "Isn’t it because I’m holding your hand?"

"....."

Although this excuse sounded rather heartwarming, Wen Qiao’s worry outweighed her elation.

She glared at Fu Jinghen again, "And now you think you’re in the right?"

"No," Fu Jinghen swiftly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

Wen Qiao hummed in acknowledgment, "At least your apology seems sincere."

"It is Fu..." Fu Jinghen paused, then continued without changing his expression: "It’s because you taught me well."