CHAPTER 560: CHAPTER 458: A MAN REMAINS A YOUTH UNTIL DEATH

The car was filled with quiet, soothing music, yet the atmosphere inside the car had nothing to do with the style of the music; it was even somewhat eerie.

Even the driver sensed something unusual and focused on driving, breathing as slowly as possible.

Wen Qiao sat in the passenger seat, seemingly admiring the scenery outside the window, but in reality, she was paying attention to every move of the two men in the back seat.

"Big sister."

Lin Luang suddenly called out to her.

"Ah?" Wen Qiao tilted her head, "What’s the matter?"

"After your drama wraps up and you return to Jiang City, let me know when you’re free, and I’ll paint for you, alright?"

Lin Luang was referring to his offer during the live broadcast to paint a portrait of Wen Qiao.

"Sure, that’s fine."

"What painting?"

A deep male voice came leisurely from the back seat.

Wen Qiao was about to reply when Lin Luang interjected, "I promised to paint a portrait as a gift for big sister."

"Oh." Fu Jinghen drawled, "A gift, huh?"

Wen Qiao looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, "Yeah, is that a problem?"

"No." The man nodded, "I didn’t say it was a problem."

After that, he turned to Lin Luang, "Can you paint one for me too?"

Wen Qiao: "..."

"Ah?" Lin Luang seemed incredulous that President Fu would make such a request, "Does President Fu want one too?"

"Yes." Fu Jinghen asked, "Is that inconvenient?"

Lin Luang hurriedly nodded, "No, not at all, it’s convenient."

"Do you also want an oil painting?"

Fu Jinghen lowered his eyes and lazily pointed towards Wen Qiao, "Just make it following the same standards as her gift."

Wen Qiao: "..."

It really proved that adage true, men are boys till death.

So childish.

Still clueless, Lin Luang nodded, "Alright."

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The ride from the hotel to the airport took half an hour.

During this half hour, the atmosphere in the car maintained a weird kind of harmony.

No matter the topic Lin Luang and Wen Qiao discussed, Fu Jinghen always managed to interject, marking his presence in a dominant manner.

Wen Qiao recalled in Zheng Chen’s movie there was a minor character who interacted briefly with her lead role, a very clean-cut and scholarly young man—Lin Luang seemed to fit that image.

She asked Lin Luang if he had plans to take up acting during his study period, suggesting she could introduce him to Zheng Chen to try out for the role.

Before Lin Luang could say anything, Fu Jinghen, also in the back seat, answered for him, "Academics should be the priority during the school term. Without a solid foundation, practical experience is useless."

Wen Qiao glanced sideways at Fu Jinghen.

Lin Luang actually agreed with Fu Jinghen, "Sister, I don’t plan to take any acting roles for now. I want to focus on my major. President Fu is right, without a strong foundation, even a beautiful house is useless."

Fu Jinghen tilted his head toward the looking back Wen Qiao, his gesture suggesting, "Did you hear that? I didn’t force him to agree with me; he realized it himself."

Even though it was Lin Luang’s own thought, the sight of Fu Jinghen’s smug, "I’ve succeeded in my plot", appearance irked Wen Qiao.

The little schemes of Fu Jinghen, unknown to Lin Luang, were not a mystery to her.

It was simply a reluctance to let him have any further connections with her.

But it seemed he had forgotten that this was the age of information.