CHAPTER 570: CHAPTER 568: THE EX-HUSBAND

"Oh," Fu Jinghen raised his head, eyes staring intensely at her, "I won’t."

It seemed like the first time Wen Qiao had seen such a childish and stubborn side to Fu Jinghen. She couldn’t help but laugh, tiptoeing to pat his head, "You’re already twenty-seven, how can you be so childish."

Taking advantage of the movement, Fu Jinghen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

Wen Qiao’s hand, raised halfway, suddenly stopped, resting on Fu Jinghen’s shoulder.

The moon hung high in the night sky, its clear, cool light spreading in sheets, casting a hazy and intimate glow over the small open-air area.

Fu Jinghen slowly lowered his head, his forehead resting against Wen Qiao’s, as a restrained yet tender kiss landed on the tip of her nose.

"Am I the only one allowed to be capricious in front of you, and you’re not allowed to be childish in front of me?"

-

Sure enough, just as he had said, after dinner Fu Jinghen dropped off Wen Qiao and Director Zhang at the hotel and then headed back to Jiang City with Feng Li.

He had made such a fuss about coming, and Wen Qiao had been so reluctant, but when he actually followed through, sweeping away without taking a cloud with him, she found herself a little reluctant to see him go.

Just a little bit.

Wen Qiao could restrain herself.

After Fu Jinghen left, Wen Qiao followed the crew upstairs to her room at a leisurely pace.

Jiang Yao, having eaten her fill, walked beside Wen Qiao, glancing at her, then looking away before finally giving in to curiosity, "What’s with your nose? You’ve been touching it since dinner."

"Ah?" Wen Qiao abruptly lowered her hand, "Nothing’s wrong with it."

Seeing Wen Qiao’s composed yet slightly flustered expression, Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes, pulled her a bit away from the group, and whispered, "I know. You slipped out during dinner with President Fu, right after each other, did you go and do something bad?"

"Are you sick?" Wen Qiao reprimanded Jiang Yao guiltily, "What does doing something bad have to do with my nose, do you use your nose when you’re up to no good?"

"....."

Jiang Yao paused, "How would I know? I haven’t had the experience."

Wen Qiao gave her a sidelong glance, "And you think I have?"

"But you have a husband."

Wen Qiao, "What husband? That’s my ex-husband."

"But judging from what I see, you’ll probably remarry soon," Jiang Yao pondered, stroking her chin.

"..."

Wen Qiao pushed Jiang Yao away, stomped her foot, and exclaimed, "Ugh, you’re so annoying."

With that, she walked away in a huff.

"How can she get mad just from a few words?" Watching Wen Qiao’s retreating figure, Jiang Yao felt more certain of her speculation, "It seems my guess is correct."

-

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone in the production crew got back to work with renewed seriousness.

After a few busy days, the day of the wrap finally arrived.

Today’s scenes were critical for Wen Qiao, not just because they were significant to the whole drama but also because they were her last scenes.

After Jing Country’s fall, the father of Huo Cheng ascended the throne, Huo Cheng was appointed Crown Prince, and he refused the daughters of the prominent officials his parents had chosen for him, insisting instead on marrying Princess Rong Huan of the former dynasty as the Crown Princess Consort.

Princess Rong Huan had been depressed since her country’s destruction, but upon hearing that Huo Cheng wanted to marry her, she showed a rare smile and agreed to wed him.

Huo Cheng was overjoyed and began to prepare for their grand wedding ceremony, believing deep in his heart that as long as he treated Rong Huan well enough, he could heal the scar in her heart, but he was wrong.

Princess Rong Huan was a woman of strong character; how could she marry the enemy responsible for her father’s death and her country’s demise?