CHAPTER 564: CHAPTER 562: CAN’T HELP WANTING TO KISS YOU

"Oh."

Fu Jinghen took her hand, "Let’s go."

Wen Qiao followed Fu Jinghen for a while before realizing his "taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability."

While she was still dazzled by the flurry of money he had thrown at her, he took the opportunity to take her hand.

But she hadn’t pulled away when he first took it, and to do so now would seem a bit pretentious, wouldn’t it?

So she decided to just hold on for now.

"No way," Wen Qiao tugged at Fu Jinghen’s hand, "No, no, you know I like money, are you using money to force me to make up with you?"

"Is that so?" Fu Jinghen’s expression remained unchanged, his voice calm, "I’m just trying to earn some extra points for myself and give you another reason to choose me."

"Isn’t that the same thing?"

"It’s different." Fu Jinghen looked at her, correcting the improper term in her sentence, "The word ’force’ isn’t fitting, I’ve never forced you."

"That’s true," Wen Qiao seemed to accept this explanation, "You wouldn’t dare to force me."

Fu Jinghen smiled indulgently, "Yes, I wouldn’t dare,"

As Fu Jinghen protected her and they walked forward, he prevented her from being bumped into by passersby.

She held the brim of her hat and looked up at Fu Jinghen, her eyes glittering with golden light, as if he were a walking mountain of gold.

Fu Jinghen noticed her intense gaze and understood what she was thinking, feeling both resigned and amused.

Fu Qiang had advised him to capitalize on Wen Qiao’s liking for him to win her back, yet now it had evolved into a situation where the perceived key advantage was less attractive to Wen Qiao than these external material things.

He straightened Wen Qiao’s head, "Stop looking, your gaze makes me start to doubt whether my charm is less than that of money."

Wen Qiao turned her head away again, "But didn’t you say this was part of your charm?"

"But I still can’t help it," Fu Jinghen sighed, "I can’t help wanting to kiss you."

This little girl probably didn’t realize how enticing she was when she looked at him like that.

Wen Qiao was startled and hastily turned her head back.

"Oh, so my charm is that great? If you had said so earlier, I wouldn’t have looked at you."

"You just realized your charm is strong?" Fu Jinghen raised an eyebrow, "Especially around me."

"Oh." Wen Qiao nodded nonchalantly, "You’ve gotten better at speaking recently."

Fu Jinghen seemed to detect something, withdrawing his gaze from Wen Qiao and smiling while pursing his lips.

Wen Qiao looked ahead and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, Lord.

These mask producers are really honest, making them so thick that her face felt hot.

-

Two hours later, the plane landed on time at Hang City Airport.

With Fu Jinghen around, Wen Qiao never needed to worry about the itinerary.

After getting off the plane and getting into the car arranged by Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao belatedly realized something.

She didn’t want him to come to Hang City in the first place, yet in the end, he still came.

And moreover, he came following her.

Wen Qiao was halfway through a yawn when she suddenly closed her mouth.

Fu Jinghen furrowed his brows, "Did you bite your tongue? What’s with the big reaction?"

"No." Wen Qiao shook her head, looking at Fu Jinghen and tentatively asked, "How many days are you staying in Hang City this time?"

Hearing the implication in Wen Qiao’s words, Fu Jinghen’s eyes darkened momentarily, but he quickly controlled his emotions, so fast that Wen Qiao almost thought it was her imagination.

"I’m leaving tonight, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival, and I just want to spend it with you."