CHAPTER 569: CHAPTER 567: FATE DECIDES TO PART US

Wen Qiao’s skin was fair and delicate, and the bump was quite severe; her hand was swollen and red.

Fu Jinghen squeezed out a small piece of ointment and carefully applied it to Wen Qiao’s hand, blowing gently as he did so to ease her pain.

Wen Qiao’s hand was exceptionally sensitive, and just the gentle blowing from Fu Jinghen made her fingers want to curl up involuntarily, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body.

Wen Qiao closed her eyes and, with her other hand, slapped Fu Jinghen again.

Fu Jinghen, who was focused on applying the ointment, was stunned by the slap. He looked up at Wen Qiao, "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Wen Qiao kept a straight face, "Just apply the ointment, why do you need to blow air?"

"I thought it would help ease the pain."

"The more you blow, the more it hurts."

Fu Jinghen remembered a previous occurrence when Wen Qiao had a small cut and had insisted on him blowing on it. He looked puzzled, "But didn’t you say before—"

"What?" Wen Qiao interrupted him, "Are you arguing with me now?"

Fu Jinghen: "..."

He figured it out.

The little girl in front of him was picking a fight on purpose.

Fu Jinghen shook his head with a smile, "I wouldn’t dare. Whatever you say is right."

Watching the man before her meticulously taking care of her, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

There’s no helping it, charm, once unleashed, is unstoppable.

Fu Jinghen, being extremely well-mannered, wouldn’t show coldness even toward those he disliked.

When Wen Qiao came in and saw Fu Jinghen’s undisguised impatience when facing Wen Shu, she curiously asked, "Do you really dislike Wen Shu?"

"Yes." Fu Jinghen continued looking down at Wen Qiao’s hand, wondering how her hand could be so soft, endlessly enjoyable to hold, as he responded, "A little. I don’t really want her to talk, but Qi Ming likes her a lot, and since they are dating, I have to show some respect."

It was the first time Wen Qiao had heard Fu Jinghen admit he disliked someone, especially a woman, and moreover in such a childish tone.

She blinked, curved her finger, and lightly scratched Fu Jinghen’s wrist, "Why?"

"She seems to be the catalyst for our broken engagement," Fu Jinghen looked wistfully at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao chuckled, "But it was you who proposed that, not me. Why are you looking at me as if you’re so wronged?"

Fu Jinghen diverted his gaze back to her hand.

"Hey." Wen Qiao suddenly remembered something, "You told me before that you misunderstood me after seeing me act with Qi Ming, but you didn’t even know where I was at the time, how did you see it?"

"It wasn’t her." Fu Jinghen knew what Wen Qiao was about to ask and answered directly, "Not long afterward, I felt something was off, so I had Feng Li investigate. That waiter really did spill the wine on me by accident, Wen Shu had nothing to do with it, and the resting room you went to act in was simply the largest one in the banquet hall, that’s why they took me there."

"Okay." Wen Qiao shrugged, "Seems like fate wanted us to part."

"..."

Seeing Fu Jinghen silent, Wen Qiao felt a playful urge, "President Fu, have you ever heard of ’let nature take its course’ and ’leave it to destiny’? Such a coincidence befell us, even the heavens don’t want me to be with you, so let’s not force it."