CHAPTER 584: CHAPTER 582: PAMPERING YOU

"Do you think that just because your last name is Fu, you’re some sort of parrot? ’Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ is all you say, can’t you speak something else?"

Qi Ming was right: Wen Qiao is the kind of person who’s "gentle if you’re gentle, but I’ll outdo you if you act tough in front of me." Yet, in front of Fu Jinghen, there’s another dimension—"I’ll coax you if you’re mad, but only for three rounds at most; if you don’t relent, then it’s your turn to coax me."

Wen Qiao was somewhat annoyed by Fu Jinghen’s impervious attitude, as if saying "no matter what you do, I’m still absorbed in my own sorrow." She initially wanted to shake off his hand, but after thinking about it, she gave up on that idea and instead twisted his arm.

Passersby glanced over at the scene with curious and probing eyes, wondering what might have happened between them.

Perhaps because Fu Jinghen was so striking, especially with his glasses, appearing more honest and approachable, a kindly-looking grandmother thought he might be suffering from domestic abuse. She approached with concern and asked if he needed help, stating her granddaughter was studying law and could provide legal assistance.

"..."

Wen Qiao’s face, hidden behind a mask, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Standing behind Fu Jinghen, she pinched his waist a bit harder.

Fu Jinghen, caught between laughter and tears, managed to accurately grab Wen Qiao’s other hand and explained to the grandmother, "Not at all, you’ve misunderstood. I’ve upset my wife, and she’s in a little huff."

"Oh, is that so? Then you should really take care to make it up to her," said the old woman, a flash of disappointment passing over her face, but she didn’t forget to remind Fu Jinghen, "You really need to coddle girls; be patient, young man."

Fu Jinghen nodded, "I understand, thank you."

After the old lady left, Fu Jinghen, holding onto a sulking Wen Qiao, walked a few steps forward and entered the VIP lounge.

As soon as they were inside, Wen Qiao shook off Fu Jinghen’s hand.

They were the only few in first class on this flight, so there was no one else in the lounge.

Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu, who had been waiting in the lounge, blinked blankly, exchanging glances in confusion.

Everything was fine when they went out, so how did things change so much after just a trip to the washroom?

Fu Jinghen threw a look towards Jiang Yao who instantly got the hint. She turned to Xiao Chu, "Xiao Chu, I want to go to the restroom, do you want to come?"

Xiao Chu, quick-witted as always, immediately played along, "Sure, we’re boarding soon, and I really don’t want to use the airplane’s toilet."

With that, they left the lounge one after the other.

Wen Qiao, sharp as she was, knew exactly why Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu had left for the bathroom.

Back when she and Fu Jing first announced the end of their engagement, Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu had cursed Fu Jing inside out. And here they were, already switching sides.

She had thought their friendship was unbreakable.

She took off her hat, sat down on the sofa with arms folded, and looked up at Fu Jinghen, "Sending people away again?"

"To make it easier to coddle you."

"I don’t need it." Wen Qiao turned her head away, looking elsewhere, "I don’t want to bother with a parrot that can only say ’yeah, yeah, yeah.’"

"But I need it." Fu Jinghen walked up to her, crouched down before her, putting himself in a vulnerable position, and looked up at Wen Qiao, "I’m not mad at you, but I’m indeed not happy. More than anything, I’m angry at myself for not bringing this matter up with you sooner."

Wen Qiao’s head turned back slightly, her voice cool, "Oh? You realize that now?"