CHAPTER 572: CHAPTER 570: I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME

She was powerless and cowardly, unable to harden her heart to hurt Huo Cheng, unable to avenge the soldiers who had died in battle, nor could she avenge her deceased parents.

Since that was the case, she could only accompany them.

"Don’t! Ah Huan!"

Huo Cheng on the city wall was held back by everyone, his heart-wrenching cries unable to call back the girl he liked.

And Rong Huan also left the young man she liked at the happiest moment of her life.

Director Zhang’s eyes were tightly fixed on the monitor, watching Rong Huan fall to the ground, and he shouted, "Cut!"

Wen Qiao opened her eyes, got up from the ground, and patted the fine foam on her clothes.

She jogged over to Director Zhang, like a child seeking praise, "Director Zhang, how was it?"

Director Zhang smiled and nodded, "Good."

"Then that’s fine." Wen Qiao sighed in relief.

"Go rest for a bit. Don’t change your clothes yet, we’ll take a group photo later."

"Okay."

Wen Qiao lifted her skirt and turned around, when a man with a figure of superiority suddenly entered her vision.

Wen Qiao paused, seeing Fu Jinghen approaching her slowly with a bunch of roses in hand.

"Happy wrap-up."

Fu Jinghen handed her the roses.

Wen Qiao took them, the thick scent of roses flooding her nostrils instantly. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed before looking up at Fu Jinghen, "When did you get here?"

"While you were shooting." Fu Jinghen pointed in the direction of the city wall, his voice lowered, adding, "While you were confessing to another man."

"..."

"What do you mean confessing to another man, I was acting," Wen Qiao fiddled with the roses in her arms. "The lines were also scripted."

"Oh." Fu Jinghen nodded, indicating he knew, "But those three words still came out of your mouth."

Wen Qiao glared at him, "Are you being unreasonable?"

Fu Jinghen responded with another "Oh": "And you’re getting mad at me."

"..."

Wen Qiao held up her palm in front of Fu Jinghen’s eyes, "President Fu, speak normally. I really can’t handle your hardcore whimsy."

"Don’t you like it?" Fu Jinghen frowned, "They say that when men show a bit of weakness, it increases a woman’s fondness for them."

?

"They?" Wen Qiao asked, "Who’s been filling your head with nonsense?"

Fu Jinghen pursed his lips, sensing something was amiss, but under Wen Qiao’s piercing gaze, he chose to tell the truth, "Comments from netizens."

"..."

Wen Qiao probably knew what little tricks Fu Jinghen had been up to behind the scenes, both amused and helpless.

She opened her mouth, chuckling incredulously, "Instead of looking at online posts, you should just ask me directly. I’ll teach you how to win my heart."

"Okay."

This wasn’t a place to talk; Wen Qiao turned around, leading Fu Jinghen towards the makeup room.

Recalling the point she momentarily ignored, Wen Qiao casually asked without showing any emotion, "Seeing me confess to another man, you got jealous?"

"Can’t I be jealous?" Fu Jinghen tilted his head to look at her, correcting her words, "You just said, you were only acting and reciting lines, those were not a confession."

"Those three words?" Wen Qiao asked, "Which three words?"

"..."

A trace of understanding flashed in Fu Jinghen’s eyes, "If you want to hear me say those three words to you, just say it outright."

Directly say it?

Say what?

Tell me you want to hear me say I love you?