CHAPTER 556: CHAPTER 554: KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE

Feng Li continued to turn around and looked at Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, I think marrying the Boss Lady was really a good deal for you. You got a wife and gained a daughter. If in the future you have a daughter with the Boss Lady, you’ll already have experience." Feng Li said, raising two fingers, "Killing two birds with one stone."

Speaking of this topic, the driver, who already had a daughter, was the most authoritative person in the entire car.

"When my daughter was born, my wife and I were totally clueless. We didn’t know anything and had to start from scratch. We had to wake up at all hours of the night, but seeing your own flesh and blood grow a little each day—there’s no describing how satisfying that feels."

The driver said this and glanced up at the rearview mirror, "President Fu, with you and your wife’s looks, any children you have in the future are bound to be even more beautiful."

Fu Jinghen’s eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled, "Thank you."

If Feng Li hadn’t mentioned it, Fu Jinghen really wouldn’t have thought about the matter of children.

Because of his mother, he had always been somewhat shadowed by the issue.

Moreover, the career Wen Qiao had chosen destined her to face a difficult path ahead.

Ten months of pregnancy, postpartum recovery—none of it was easy.

He could pave the way for Wen Qiao’s career, allowing her to proceed more smoothly and ensuring her resources, but he couldn’t bear to see her in pain.

Just the thought of his precious sweetheart, who he’d always handled with care, undergoing such torment made Fu Jinghen feel that children weren’t cute at all.

Even if they would be the continuation of his and Wen Qiao’s bloodline, still not cute.

During the time Wen Qiao was recording the program, Fu Jinghen had gone to West City’s Jingcui Mall for an inspection.

After leaving the mall, he sent Wen Qiao a message asking about the filming progress.

Upon receiving Wen Qiao’s message that she was "packing her bags," Fu Jinghen declined the West City manager’s lunch invitation and headed to the hotel where Wen Qiao was staying.

Just as he settled into the car, his palm vibrated—Wen Qiao had sent another message.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: There was a little accident.]

[Fu Jinghen: Are you hurt?]

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: No.]

The thought of making a phone call evaporated from Fu Jinghen’s mind.

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Lin Luang is going to the airport with me. Are you still picking me up?]

Fu Jinghen’s eyebrow lifted, and he replied briskly with a single "go."

What kind of question was that, knowing full well the answer?

If he didn’t go, wouldn’t it look like he was afraid?

Especially of an eighteen-year-old kid.

A man’s competitive spirit can be ignited in a split second, and Fu Jinghen loosened his tie and exhaled.

Seeing his boss with an exceptionally stern face, as if he were about to secure some major project, Feng Li couldn’t help but ask curiously, "President Fu, do we have any important itinerary coming up?"

"It’s me, not us."

Fu Jinghen finished adjusting his cuffs, messed with his hair in the rearview mirror, then dusted nonexistent dust off his suit.

When had Feng Li ever seen Fu Jinghen pay so much attention to his appearance? His eyes widened as he blinked at Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, what’s this about?"

Fu Jinghen lifted his eyes carelessly, "Meeting a love rival."

The intimidating look in the man’s eyes made Feng Li catch his breath.

Taking a moment to think about the situation, it was clear that meeting a love rival here meant those two from the TV program, one of whom was just a newly adult kid. Feng Li couldn’t help but start to worry about their ability to cope.