CHAPTER 575: CHAPTER 573: OBSESSED

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What’s wrong with him today?

Why is he trying to meet his performance goals before the end of the year?

Sweet words are tumbling out like they don’t cost a thing.

Just before she clearly heard the sound of her own heartbeat, Wen Qiao pre-emptively spoke out as if trying to deceive herself. "Why is getting it better?"

"Because you chose me," Fu Jinghen replied as he rolled up one of her sleeves, placed her hand down, and then lifted her other hand, repeating the action. "Giving me the chance to take care of you, to love you, isn’t that better?"

Wen Qiao subconsciously asked, "So, if I don’t choose you, you won’t love me anymore?"

Fu Jinghen looked at her, a light laugh escaping his lips, "No, no matter how you choose, I will still love you."

As his words fell, he also finished rolling up Wen Qiao’s sleeves and, holding her fingertips, he bent down and kissed the back of her fingers.

A shock-like sensation spread from her fingertips throughout her body, and Wen Qiao finally realized what kind of question she had just asked.

Oh my goodness, she had indeed been captivated by Fu Jinghen.

She had asked the kind of question that, before they had called off their engagement, she would have asked coquettishly.

Seeing herself gradually being won over, Wen Qiao was sure that Fu Jinghen must be feeling very smug right now.

She waved her hand, intending to pull away from Fu Jinghen’s grasp. However, she misjudged her strength and accidentally hit his face.

Her somewhat sharp fingernails left a scratch on his chin.

Fu Jinghen hissed in pain.

Wen Qiao froze, quickly pulling her hand back, "I didn’t mean to do that, but why did you kiss my hand without permission? You’re acting like a rogue, and I would be justified to actually slap you."

"I’m not blaming you," Fu Jinghen touched his chin with the back of his hand, "What’s the rush?"

"Who’s rushing?" Wen Qiao stiffened her neck, "Don’t talk nonsense."

"Okay, you didn’t—"

Fu Jinghen hadn’t finished speaking when the door of the makeup room was forcefully opened from the outside.

"Wen Qiao, Huo Mutian sent you flowers—"

Lin Ruochun entered holding a bunch of pink roses, but as soon as she saw Fu Jinghen, her voice suddenly dropped, "...here..."

The last two words were barely audible.

For a moment, the makeup room fell silent. Lin Ruochun, driven by a strong survival instinct, quickly backed away a step, "Sorry for disturbing you."

Her hand still hadn’t left the doorknob, and as she moved back, the door was about to close.

Wen Qiao also reacted, "Hey," she said, standing up from the chair, "Where are you going? Come back."

Fu Jinghen caught her wrist, looking up at her, "Are you planning to accept the flowers he sent you?"

His expression showed restrained hurt, and his tone was thick with reproach.

"They’ve already been sent, what can I do?"

"You could choose to send them back," Fu Jinghen suggested expressionlessly, "I can cover the shipping costs."

"..."

"Why don’t you just say throw them away?" Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow, "That would save the shipping costs."

Fu Jinghen nodded solemnly, "Since you mentioned it, that’s also an option."

"..."

Wen Qiao laughed at Fu Jinghen’s teasing, she shook his arm, soothing him like one would soothe a child, "Since they’ve been sent, it would be unfair not to acknowledge his kind gesture. Besides, look, the bouquet you sent is bigger and arrived earlier than his."

But Fu Jinghen stubbornly held onto her hand, "He’s not being kind; he sent you pink roses."